Yu Xiaoxiao rode a little red horse and trampled on the ancient road at the end of the deep winter in the south of the Yangtze River.

A sword broke the intestines and hung on his waist.

Hearing the loud noise behind her, she thought that she had arrived in Xichuan, because only the mountains in Shuzhong were in winter, and the flash flood would impact so frighteningly, she couldn't help but tremble at the tip of her heart, and wanted to crawl and go to the temple to turn the wheel and ask for the blessing of God and Buddha.

Vast and majestic, it is not at all the softness of a small bridge and flowing water.

This thin girl, who could be blown away by the wind at any time, suddenly turned around, and in the direction of Jianling, Cui Wei's peak broke from it.

"That's... Where is the dead wood?"

Yu Xiaoxiao was stunned, she hurriedly turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly, and returned quickly in the direction she came.

What's going on?

As she walked closer, she looked up and looked up from among the gray branches.

The sky is full of divine soldiers like colorful auspicious clouds.

Famous swords, demon swords, and thousands of weapons that exude a sinister luster obscure the late winter sun, which is not warm.

One by one fell like a meteor.

The ground shook.

It's like turning heaven and earth upside down.

"Could it be that the Sword Tomb has been opened? he is waiting?" Yu Xiaoxiao frowned a little lightly.

"But why is there such a big movement? so many divine soldiers in the sky... Either... How many are you going to pick up?"

Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, urging the horse under his crotch.

Da Da...

The little red horse seemed to sense the urgency of his master, and spread his hooves and ran quickly.

Within a radius of ten, hundred, or even thousands of miles, you can see the divine soldiers in the distance, and you can only see the probable ones in the distance, but the power in them can be experienced.

The old servant stood at the entrance of the Jianling Mountain Gate, tilting his head, and in a pair of fierce eyes, he reflected the figure of the heavenly gods.

The heavenly gods turned into a halberd that could never be recreated.

With such a light stroke between heaven and earth, thousands of people are wiped out, and blood blooms like flowers in the depths of winter, but it heralds the spring solstice, which is hot and burns people's hearts.

How warm.

The old servant's body trembled, and the unsheathed single blade he held suddenly plunged into the ground.

At this moment, he felt the need to kneel.

So, he knelt down on one knee and looked at the god-like figure.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the conversation a few months ago, when he took his little son to the highest peak of the Hanshan Mountain outside Gusu.

"Two months later, I went to the Sword Tomb, if I got the chance. And this opportunity is big enough to support me, and I practice this terrifying peerless in the open, so you are really not allowed to kill Emperor Puxiang, how about it?"

"Childe, Lu Shaoji is not a fifth-grade martial artist. ”

"But I'm just a first-class martial artist. ”

"Then it will be as Childe wishes... On the day you go to the Sword Tomb, Lao Huang will stand at the foot of the mountain, watching, waiting for you to be favored by the destiny of heaven and shock the world. ”

"Man will conquer heaven. ”

Lao Huang laughed lowly: "The old servant is wrong, the mistake is outrageous, the son is destined to return, where do you need to be afraid, like an ant to live carefully?"

"It's the old servant's mistake, it's wrong! Such a mistake, the old servant is willing to make it ten, hundreds, thousands of times, just to see with his own eyes that you hold the halberd in your hand, climb to the top of the world, and see the small world at a glance!

At that time, the old servant will be dead and happy.

Da Zhou, especially not extinguished!!"

The old servant seemed to shout faith, ignoring the single-edged sword inserted between the stone slabs, and opened his hands to meet the sky, which began to tear through space like a meteor, roaring and roaring as the falling divine soldier.

"Childe, Wushuang!!Old servant, it's time to wait!!Hahahahaha!!"

"Hahaha!"

Although it has a slightly sissy screaming voice, it does not hinder the pride.

Tens of thousands of divine soldiers fell from the sky and swept their cheeks.

Boom Boom!!

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!

Each one that landed was deeply inserted into the ground, driving the ground to vibrate like a giant beast getting up.

The dust is flying, the mud and rocks are splashed up, and if the black clouds are crushing the city, the armored heavy riders gallop like thunder.

Fierce winds, with it.

The people of Jianling Mountain Villa seemed to have suffered this innocent disaster, and Zhang Jiuling, along with the rest of the masters, began to evacuate quickly with his clansmen.

But no matter how fast it is, there are still many people who have been nailed to death on the cold earth by the eyeless famous sword demon knife from behind, with blood and wailing.

Boom!!

Boom Boom!

The sword in the sky, without eyes and without intention, will kill the fugitive from this sword tomb at will.

Zhang Jiuling saw a blood-red demon knife all over his body, suddenly falling like lightning, and inserted it into a disciple with a good understanding in the door, his expression moved, his body was fluttering, and the rich true qi covered the palm of his hand, pushing it horizontally, and the palm of his palm hit the demon knife.

The blade is offset by half a point and is obliquely inserted into the ground.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Jiuling patted the disciple's shoulder, and the disciple breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master!"

However, as soon as he got up, his pupils showed a look of horror again, and his eyes reflected several divine weapons that fell immediately after the blood-red demon knife, one after another, if it was a meteor that destroyed the world, dragging a ferocious long tail, falling.

"Be careful!!"

The disciple said loudly.

Zhang Jiuling had already noticed that as soon as he dragged the disciple with his right hand, his body moved slightly, and suddenly, he felt the coldness between his neck, and a sense of separation of the body entered his heart.

There is no strength in his hand, and what catches his eye is a silver thread, which is also one of the divine soldiers.

Retribution...

The last grave keeper had such a thought in his heart.

There is nothing else in front of you, like falling into the abyss.

It was like a natural disaster in the fall of the divine soldiers, mortals were powerless to resist at all, and it was the extremely strong grave keeper Zhang Jiuling who also died in two or three rounds.

Of course, there were also a few women and children who were lucky, but they fled outside the mountain gate.

In addition, the Zhang family of Jianling has no one alive!

On the other side, the old servant fell to his knees, his eyes wide open, unblinking, looking at the weapons that fell from the sky.

Even the sword slashed through his side, cutting off a few strands of his black hair, and he didn't move.

Open your hands and purse your mouth.

The son has been favored, and the destiny of heaven has returned, at this moment, how can he go? He wants to see and witness with his own eyes!

All weapons are down.

The ground is full of tombstones, like one after another, the dust and mist are flying, and then the waterfall fragments in the distance,

Lao Huang's hand trembled, and he grasped the hilt of the single-edged sword tightly, looking at the familiar figure that floated leisurely in the air.

The figure fell from hundreds of feet of cliff and trampled on the longest weapon.

The weapon was also located in the center of the entire Jianling Villa, but at this moment, it was more like the tallest tombstone.

The young man's black hair was frantic, sitting at the end of the weapon the size of a fist, the mountain wind was blowing, and the waterfall in the distance was like a galaxy that would not return for thousands of miles.

"Lao Huang, can you hand over the terrifying second-grade exercises to me?" the young man asked in a loud voice as usual.

It's like shouting "Lao Huang, go, go to the kiln" on weekdays.

Seeing that the old servant was silent.

The young man raised his voice and asked, "Lao Huang, has my experience as a martial artist been enough?"

The old servant half-knelt and replied loudly: "Enough! Enough can no longer be enough! The old servant has never seen more enough than today in his life!"

The corners of the young man's lips moved, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his black hair fell down, and in the mountain wind, he looked like a ghost.