The breeze on the grassland blows, blowing not only the fragrance of green grass, but also the light fairy spirit that is thousands of miles away from the world, perhaps for the nomads on the Songshan grassland, these green spaces that they can't get tired of seeing are the only heaven and earth in their hearts, but for the bad old man who wears ordinary linen clothes, carries a sword in his hand, and holds a tender green grass root, the world is big, but this place is only a corner, but at this moment walking in the grassland, the vast wilderness and no traces, but there is a sense of loneliness in the vast world and I am alone, This feeling must be the kind of mood that an immortal should have. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was gloomy, but it was not bleak, and on the grassy slope in front of it was an old tree standing alone on the endless grassland, and a few crows flapped their wings and landed on the branches of the old tree, and the bad old man with the grass roots in his mouth walked over quickly, and looked up at the crows on the branches.

The crows here rely on the steppe wolves to eat the leftover carrion for food, and they are very bold, and they don't care about the boos of the old man in Mai, and the old man feels bored after a while, and stops bluffing, who is angry with this flat-haired animal, although he is old, but his heart is lively and young, and soon continues his strange walking posture, as if jumping and carrying the broken iron sword in his hand, and continues to walk forward.

He experienced countless times when he was young, and his life was much more wonderful than ordinary people, it can be called twists and turns, wind and thunder, when he was a teenager, he was a pawn on the battlefield, at that time, the brothers in the surrounding military camps were all soldiers, he was a little young and timid, and he rushed to the rear every time he charged, and he completely relied on sneak attacks while people were not paying attention, and even pretended to be a corpse in order to save his life, and then felt that military life was not suitable for him, so he slipped away again, and when he came out, he didn't want others to be so weathered when he left the army, At that time, he was completely a clever young man.

Later, he went to study again, ready to do everything he wanted to do while he was still young, and he was not sure to be able to read a career, he knew that he was a talented person, and he learned the killing skills taught by the master when he was in the army, but he didn't have the courage to fight with others, and he went to study with a teacher when he got out of the camp, and he read, but unfortunately his talent for reading was really ordinary, although he was not illiterate, but there was no result. At that time, being an official in the temple court still paid attention to a little bit of real talent and learning, not like now, rotten Confucian straw bags can also become celebrities and dignitaries, at that time he was called Mao Fang, and I don't know why the dead father and mother gave this name, isn't this a thatched house? Later, I flipped through the Four Books and Five Classics to find words for myself, and renamed myself Mao Fengyu, which is also a lot better.

I can't read a book, but the old man when he was young saw the wonderful scene of the people in the rivers and lakes flying on the wall, and he was about to reach the age of standing, but he ran to practice swords. At that time, he was a fledgling calf, and he hated practicing sword practice too tired, always a three-legged cat kung fu martial artist, but he was able to change the way to pit those martial arts masters encountered on the road, who was the enemy of him, he couldn't run away, and begged for mercy if he couldn't run, and then wait for the other party to relax his vigilance and then suddenly stab out with a sword, very no martial arts style to play sneak attack, if it doesn't work again? Then cry realistically, begging for mercy with a handful of snot and tears, lying that he is the illegitimate son of a wealthy man, anyway, he has two names, one is called Mao Fang, and the other is called Mao Fengyu, and he is not ashamed.

The ending is always beaten violently, and the tragedy of the past is unbearable.

At that time, Mao Fengyu, who was in his thirties, was a little nervous, and he came out to wander for many years without success, so how can he be worthy of his ancestors and his dead father? So he picked up an iron sword broken in two on the side of the road and began to practice swords, practicing swords during the day, practicing swords at night, practicing swords on high mountain cliffs, practicing swords in the mountains and plum forests, practicing every day, practicing every night, he knew that he had a talent for martial arts, but he was always too lazy to work hard before, and now he was finally willing to practice well.

After practicing swords for five years, the rivers and lakes have forgotten the clown named Mao Fang, and five years later, there is a young swordsman named Mao Fengyu on the rivers and lakes.

Once he returned to the basics, his appearance regained his youth, five years ago, the Mao Fang who went to the end of the world has no trace, and five years later, the rivers and lakes are a kendo master called Mao Fengyu, which is a legend composed of a series of grievances and hatreds.

The fame, fortune, and red face on the rivers and lakes constitute grievances and hatreds, and those grievances and hatreds are beads, and everyone is the thread that penetrates these beads, connecting the story into a string, and this string of beads, like a bead curtain, has become a river and lake.

At that time, it was the era of the wind and rain of Sword Immortal Mao, and before the birth of Tie Guan Li and Sword Saint Zhao Er, it was almost his own rivers and lakes.

The old man who walked alone on the grassland chewed the grass roots in his mouth, the taste was still the same as back then, in the most bitter and poorest days when he was young, he lived by chewing these grass roots, and now he tastes it again, it is still a familiar feeling, or the taste of the year, it will always be the same, the rivers and lakes will change, but the smell of grass that these wildfires cannot blow can be blown away, and it will remain unchanged for a long time.

Jia Tiecheng, Jia Tiecheng, when the time comes, you have to take good care of it, don't let those Quartet Xiaoyana people be in danger, come here to do evil, but Jia Tiecheng Rao is intentions can't find anything good, all the martial arts perceptions of his sword immortal Mao wind and rain all his life have been taught to Tie Fu orally, although Jia Tiecheng is famous and martial arts holy land, but there are few real martial arts classics, and the four walls of the family are not afraid of others worrying, plus this is still the Songshan Military Mansion, who dares to violate the ban with martial arts? Chu Wenyang's kid promised to help me take good care of Jia Tiecheng, and that kid's promise was worth some money!

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Jiang Xingjian, Jiang Xingjian, I don't listen to what I say, I have to play something to dominate the martial arts, the old man also dominates the martial arts, why is it not as happy as he described? People and people, why fight like that, and don't panic, if it weren't for Jiang Xingjian, you played with me for a heavenly soldier, I wouldn't have stabbed you to death.

An unintentional stabbing Jiang Xingjian to death was the only time the old sword fairy missed in his life.

"Ugh." The old sword fairy sighed.

On the other side of the grassland, a figure slowly walked in.

"Alas!" The old sword immortal sighed even louder.

Zhao Er walked slowly, at this time, she no longer used the disguise technique to pretend to be a man, she was a beautiful woman with still charm, holding the sharp broken string knife in her hand, and came calmly.

The old man in Mai finally spit out the grass root in his mouth, and clenched the iron sword in his hand, this iron sword was cast by him himself, although he is only a beginner in iron, but he has been immersed in kendo for decades, how can he not even cast a sword?

Zhao Er looked at him and slowly raised his knife.

The old sword fairy waved his sleeves, and Mai's clothes fluttered in the grassland breeze.

He drank lightly and said, "Here comes the sword!" ”

Suddenly, the sound of a sword rang out.

The sword pool in the Iron City, whether it is the hundreds of thousands of long swords, short swords, thin swords, heavy swords, iron swords, famous swords, broken swords, broken swords, or ordinary iron swords that suppress those swords, or the thousands of swords of all the swordsmen in the Iron City, they are all unsheathed and fly towards the depths of the Songshan grassland.

All the ordinary warriors on the Songshan grassland who passed through this place on their journey, all the swordsmen or those with swords, their swords were all unsheathed, flying away from the sword box, and the mighty and earth-shattering came straight to the depths of the Songshan grassland.

Countless swords, I don't know thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions.

Obscuring the sky.

The martial arts of the old sword immortal were finally fully revealed for the first time after he achieved the realm of a half-immortal in the world.

If ordinary people are here, seeing this dense flying sword, their scalp will inevitably explode, their hearts will be broken, and they will tremble under the astonishing sword power of the world's half-immortals.

There were finally some fluctuations in the eyes of the Sword Saint, and she was no longer as indifferent and numb as before, and then, the Broken String Sword Qing Feng in her hand faced the old Sword Immortal directly, fearless.

Two huge earth-shattering forces, one on the left and one on the right, occupy this area, and the grassland is dumped left and right, and it is clearly distinguished.

is only a few miles away, and it may only be a slight doubt for the white-clothed young man Wu Ram Warrior and the red-clothed woman Jiang Yueyue, but the purple-shirted boy has clearly perceived this picture.

They've finally met.

Su Zhu stared at this picture from a distance of several miles.

There have been good people in the martial arts who have discussed the third-ranked sword saint Zhao Er and the first-ranked sword fairy Mao wind and rain which is stronger and weaker, after all, the world's half-immortals are different from ordinary martial artists, this ranking is likely to be inaccurate, the most surprising thing is that most people think that the sword saint Zhao Er is stronger, the reason is because the sword saint Zhao Er proves the way of the knife with killing, kills countless people, is too angry, moody, and kills people without saying a word, compared to the old sword fairy used to be a swordsman in the past, when his hands are stained with blood, the evil spirit is insufficient, There is even more lack of killing intent, if it is an ordinary martial arts competition, everyone is naturally optimistic about the wind and rain of Sword Immortal Mao, and if it really fights, I am afraid that Zhao Er, who is secretly called Zhao Ruthless, has a greater hope of surviving.

These analyses are naturally not from the mouths of ordinary martial artists, it is said that Tie Guan Li himself said that the world does not know much about the second master of the divine dragon, but ordinary people's three-legged cat martial artists will not make such an analysis, and the credibility is still very large.

This is indeed the case.

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the green edge of Zhao Er's broken string knife faced thousands of swords, but there was a vicious aura rising into the sky.

A knife without substance, appeared in the sky, facing thousands of swords from afar.

There is a Kunlun in the northwest, and she has been practicing knives there all these years.

Now I have finally practiced this peerless sword, a desperate sword.

There is no wind and snow here, no snow shadow knife, and no famous wind and snow knife that shook the rivers and lakes.

She's out of the knife.

Blatantly out of the knife! The phantom of the Broken String Sword in the sky is also brazenly slashing at these tens of thousands of swords!

The sea of swords sounded, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like the Kunlun giant mountain in the northwest.

The grass is flying all over the sky, and the grass clippings are rolled up in the air.

With this knife, I shook Kunlun with a green edge.

The old sword fairy had regrets, loneliness, regrets and many other emotions in his eyes, and he was desperate for a knife, and he really broke his heart first, and then came out of this knife.

The moment the knife was released, Zhao Er was already dead, his eyes were dead, but his body was still moving forward.

Mao Fengyu knew that if he didn't fight for his life, he would not be able to survive at all, but even if he fought for his life, in the face of this knife, it was best to end up with all his limbs ruined.

The old sword immortal hesitated, but he remembered the pictures he had experienced in those years, and the scenes floated in front of him like a marquee, and finally the picture was fixed on the scene where he stabbed Jiang Xingjian to death by mistake.

That's it.

Thousands of swords turned into stegosaurs in the sky.

In the next second, the phantom of the Broken String Knife slashed through tens of millions of stegosaurus.

At the same moment, the Qing Feng of the Broken String Knife cut off the iron sword in Mao Fengyu's hand, pierced the chest of the old sword immortal, and the blood was surging out, and the blood of the half-immortal in the world was as warm and scarlet as ordinary people.

The thunder suddenly stopped.

Because of all these years of grievances and grievances, it finally came to rest at this moment.

……

On the hill in the distance, three people who had appeared on the grassy slope stared at this scene.

Wu Gongyang's expression was indescribably complicated, and he gently rubbed the mane of the horse, which was panting like a cow because of the vigorous running.

Su Zhu's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the girl wearing a thin red dress and stepping on delicate leather boots, and he didn't know whether he was insensitive, or really indifferent as iron.

Jiang Yueyue's expression was sad, she rolled off the horse silently, and ran towards Zhao Er's corpse without looking back.

The purple-shirted boy dismounted calmly, and glanced at the Wu ram on horseback, the latter's complicated expression finally calmed down, but the waves in his eyes never disappeared, and his mood could not be calmed down as he looked.

Wu Shaoxia finally spoke after a long time, and said abruptly: "The Sword Immortal and the Sword Saint both died, and my generation of rivers and lakes is missing two huge pillars." ”

Su Zhu said softly: "The rivers and lakes are like this, who can say that if you are strong in martial arts, you will never be killed?" Grievances and hatreds have long been accustomed to the people of the rivers and lakes, and the happiness and hatred are the characteristics of the people of the rivers and lakes, and the half-immortals in the world are not exempt from vulgarity. ”

"What about you? Can Su Gongzi be exempt from vulgarity? Wu Ram Huo Ran asked.

"Of course...... No. Su Zhu smiled faintly.

There was a change from crying to crying in her ears, and when she turned her head to look, Jiang Yueyue was lying on the body of the sword saint Zhao Er without the slightest wound, and buried her head in her mother's arms, but she could only feel the gradually decreasing heat.

Eternal red face, peerless elegance, after death is just a cup of loess, but a red pink skeleton.

Su Zhu said to Jiang Yueyue: "Let them be buried in heaven and earth here." ”

The red-robed girl howled and nodded vigorously.

Wu Gong lit the fire fold and lit a bonfire here, Su Zhu's cuffs flicked, and the flames turned into a startling dragon, wrapping around the bodies of the two half-immortals in the world.

The fire rose and grew, and a moment later, two clumps of ashes were left behind.

Jiang Yueyue's eyes were red and she looked at the mass of ashes that belonged to her mother, muttering to herself, not knowing what she was thinking.

The blade of the Snow Shadow Knife was still cold, corresponding to the warm blue blade of the Broken String Knife.

Wu Ram sighed.

Su Zhu watched the two ashes being hung up by the wind on the grassland, turning into dust between heaven and earth, and no trace could be found, and they were really buried in heaven and earth, so a strange emotion brewed in his heart, and he couldn't feel comfortable for a long time.

The purple-shirted boy looked at the little girl's pear blossom cheeks with rain, and also sighed. (To be continued.) )