Three days later.

Nanyang Xinye.

In a village, ordinary, smoky, around the village there is a huge lonely tomb, it seems that every year someone cleans, clean, no weeds grow, on the tombstone of the lonely grave, the carver "the tomb of the father returned to the sea and refined." "The strokes of iron and silver hooks, the knife is strong, which contains an unforgettable hatred, which is about to rush to the sky!

It seems that this person's death is very hidden, and the person who carved the tombstone has a deep hatred, even if it can't be contained.

In front of the tombstone, there was a young man dressed in black, with a cold face, looking at the tombstone in a daze, his eyes revealed infinite sadness, the long knife was behind his back, the whole person revealed a kind of loneliness, the sun was setting, his shadow was long, he was motionless, he didn't even move his expression, if it wasn't for the even breathing person, he thought it was a dead statue.

The young man has a slender body, a lofty spirit, and a deep eyebrow line at the center of his eyebrows, and the whole person is not only lonely, but also reveals a different kind of coldness!

He is a knife to the sea, and today is the time for him to go to the grave!

People who have this kind of coldness belong to very indifferent people, few things can alarm him, and his eyes have always been cold and ruthless, and he has always killed people without blinking, perhaps related to the knife style he learned, ruthless slashing.

But he also has a gentle side, at least when he looks at the begonia, his eyes will unconsciously reveal tenderness and pity, and the corners of his mouth will also hook a faint smile, that kind of feeling, is only deeply loved, love drunk people will have. It was this kind of look that added elegance to his indifference. Every time he carried out a mission, he always protected Begonia and didn't let her get hurt at all. As long as conditions permit, he always looks at Begonia silently for a long time. Of course, the begonias will not be discovered.

In fact, he was just a dream, but this dream was more complicated. His sword is cruel and loveless, he has a lonely heart, and no one understands him.

But his love remained unwavering, and everything was just silent. Silently by her side, because she is his world, his everything.

He has no friends in this world except her.

His life was destined to be tragic, and his only belief in survival was to avenge his father's return to the sea. For this reason, he left his mother and practiced hard with the Iron Courage Shenhou, in order to take revenge he could make himself ruthless and unrighteous, and in order to take revenge, he did not hesitate to learn two of the most vicious and domineering sword techniques in the world - the three swords of dominating the world and the three swords of the nasal way.

However, God played a joke on him at this time. He was bent on finding the enemy who killed his father, the unicorn, the sword was frightened, and he committed suicide one after another in order to hide the real murderer, but it wasn't until after this that he stupidly discovered that his father-killing enemy was actually his biological mother! He has no way to take revenge, even though he can kill everyone in the world. But he couldn't do anything to his mother, and even his only belief in survival collapsed.

Three days ago. He knew the truth, he couldn't believe that it was the truth, in order to take revenge, he began to practice knives at the age of five, and practiced for twenty years, and in the end, the enemy was indeed his mother. Pathetic, pathetic!

In order to take revenge, he killed the whole world, but in the end, it was empty!

The grave is boundless and lonely. Boundless desolation, who else can read his loneliness!

Suddenly, an unexpected voice interrupted the dead silence in his heart.

This is a kind of sword roar, buzzing sword roar, floating in the sky, at first it was just like a bee buzzing, and then it was like a muffled thunder outside the sky, low and rolling, in a blink of an eye, it was getting closer and closer, more and more intense, endless, like a thunderous explosion, countless lightning fell, as if to split the heavens and the earth!

Motionless returned to the sea with a knife, and suddenly, his eyes flashed, the long knife behind his back buzzed, and his momentum began to condense.

This kind of sword roar is so fierce, it is simply the most fierce since he has ever faced the enemy.

The other party used sword intent, this sword intent, incomparably large.

At this time, he appeared in the territory of the Guihai clan, obviously coming to him.

The rolling thunder, the sword roar of countless lightning, for a while, with a violent momentum and a domineering attitude, rushed straight towards Guihai, this kind of devastating and tragic breath rushed over in a blink of an eye, and the sword intent that swept the entire sky was to tear Guihai to pieces!

Returning to the sea with a sword, he turned around, and a sword intent of solitude, peerless Jedi and all things in the world spread vigorously, and this sword intent was extremely vast, rumbling straight towards the sword intent rushing towards him.

In an instant, those countless lightning bolts were shattered by the vast sword intent, but that sword intent was unyielding, and the lightning became brighter and brighter, more and more.

Returning to the sea, his eyes still showed a trace of blood red, his long hair was flying, and the knife intent turned into a huge blood knife in the blink of an eye.

It fills up the space of real artistic conception.

This is the collision of sword intent and sword intent, this is the collision of spiritual conception, only the ultimate of the sword and the ultimate of the knife will be produced!

Before people arrive, the artistic conception arrives first, this is the instinct that swordsmen and swordsmen who have reached a certain level of realm have.

The blood-colored giant knife slashed the heavens and the earth, and those lightning bolts turned into nothingness, and the mountain lightning fell on the giant knife, and the giant knife was also shattered.

Disheveled!

Guihai stabbed, his body for a while, and he suddenly took two steps back, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The collision of artistic conception, he lost!

His eyes slowly looked in the direction of the sword intent, looking into the distance.

A figure appeared in front of him, it was a young man, with a large sword on his back, tall and straight, with a handsome face, a black beard on his lips, a cyan gold silk robe, embroidered with stars in the sky, and a cyan gold silk sword around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, two more figures appeared, one was extremely rough, like Zhang Fei, and also carried a big sword behind his back, while the other was beautiful, a woman, carrying a narrow long sword on his back, these two people, dressed in a white background with a light purple silk robe, tied around the waist with a lilac silk sword order wide belt, and embroidered with the Qin seal inscription of the Nine Heavens Sword Pavilion.

"The upper and lower shocks, the earthquakes are thunder, the shocks are deceitful, and the smiles are hoarse. Shocked for a hundred miles, not lost dagger. ”

"I just shocked Su Su with the shock hexagram 63, turned into sword intent, and pressed you, but I didn't expect it to be cracked by you, your sword intent is really domineering! , the heavens and the earth, the world! ”

Uncle Tai looked at the lonely young man in front of him and stabbed him to the sea, and couldn't help but sigh.

Guihai's lonely eyes flashed a trace of fluctuation, and an indifferent voice sounded: "I can't imagine that there is such a brilliant peerless swordsman in this world, who are you?" (To be continued.) )