This is a wasteland two hundred miles away from Wushuang City. The wasteland is at least 100 acres wide, but it is full of desolation as far as the eye can see, even if even the flowers and trees, birds and animals are very rare, and it is said that there were traces of people.

However, it is really inhabited!

But in the middle of this huge wasteland, there was a simple and small stone house standing in Ling Dingding. The hut is not big, only ten steps square on the left and right, similar to the hut of ordinary civilians, but it stands here, there is no village in front of it, there is no shop behind, but it looks lonely and bleak.

At this time, the bleak autumn wind kept blowing, and this stone house was like a lifelong tenacious struggle under the uninterrupted sound of the wind. Now he has to face the old man who is in his old age, and he seems to be really tired and tired, even in a room.

The dwelling is like this, and the owner of the dwelling is no exception.

Now he is different from the name that was once invincible in the world, only tired and desolate, and quiet, so bland that it can be regarded as a dead silence.

He's safe.

Sometimes, though, he recalls what he was a wonderful one.

He learned swords at the age of five, was already green at the age of seven, and became famous with a sword at the age of nine. At this time, the other people and the sword are quite exciting.

By the time he was thirteen years old, he had realized a set of profound and great swordsmanship, and since then, he and his sword have reached the pinnacle of perfection, and it is also from this time that he has been unable to find an opponent in his life!

It can be said that the sword is his life, everything he has, and it also represents the encounter and story of his life.

Once, it was as if he had survived only for the sword!

Once, he seemed to only know how to fall in love with the sword!

Once, because of his sword, he received a recognized and glorious position, a position that all swordsmen dream of!

But all of this has long since turned into a bygone glory, a bygone past.

Just because, after he has climbed to the top, when he feels invincible and lonely...... "he" finally appeared in his life!

"He" is also the strongest rival in his life!

"His" people are more wonderful than him, "his" swordsmanship is more wonderful than him, because to deal with "him", he feels exhausted, he finally tastes tired, and finally, he betrays his sword, as if betraying a love that will never be swerved, he finally - abandon the sword!

Nowadays, the word "once" has become an elusive spring and autumn dream.

Today, all that remains is the unbearable desolation......

It's like the desolation of the vast wasteland in front of you.

Confused world, only this simple stone house, and the uninterrupted sound of the wind accompanied him in the twilight, and even the "sword" that was born and died with him and pierced the hearts of countless masters for him was no longer by his side.

Accompanying him is only boundless loneliness and desolation......

But today, in the dead wasteland, in the midst of the angry howl of the wind, it was as if he had sent some unexpected sound, poking the annoying falling wings.

It was the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of horses' hooves. Listening carefully and identifying it with your heart, you will find that the sound of horses' hooves is caused by a group of galloping page numbers.

This herd of wild horses, at least seventy or so, all looked crazy, as if they were driven by drugs, and could not help themselves, but seeing them menacing, they were bound to tear the hut apart, and let the people in the house die with it.

Fast, the horses galloped closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye they came to a distance of less than twenty zhang from the stone house, and when they saw that they were about to collide, they heard an old sigh suddenly sounded in the house: "Alas, I can't imagine that although I am hiding in this forgotten corner of the world, I still can't make the world ...... Forget me!"

There was someone in the room, and this person was still so bold, even in the face of such a terrifying scene, he did not panic at all, and his voice was still low, and his speech was slow, and he looked calm and orderly.

It seems that he was sure that he would not let the Mustang crash into the entire cabin.

Just as I was thinking about it, the wild horses had galloped to five feet in front of the hut like thunder, and there was a "poof" sound from inside the door!

The sound was inaudible, and the door was not open, but surprisingly, the dozens of wild horses that rushed to the door were chopped to pieces in an instant: they howled miserably, and then with a "peng" sound, dozens of wild horses were smeared with blood on the spot, and on the open space in front of the closed door, they were smeared with horse blood on a huge blood sword about several feet long!

The situation was very tragic, and the blood sword couldn't help but emit a trace of heat, and those hot gases were caused by the wild horses dying too quickly and the horses' blood not having time to cool down?

This is something that is unknown and inconsequential.

Just as the blood sword was still bubbling with a trace of heat, the sound of iron hooves resounded in the silence, and the dust was everywhere not far away, and dozens of figures had already galloped to the hut two feet away, and then turned over and jumped, all of them dismounted neatly!

They stepped forward in a respectful manner, led by three people, followed by a group of people.

But the three people who saw the head were two men and one woman. Except for one monk who made a gray monk's robe, the other two were dressed in sackcloth and white robes, dressed as filial sons and grandsons.

In fact, they are also filial sons.

I saw one of them, with a goose egg face, sword eyebrows, and lips greased, and he looked like he should have three points of pride, but at this moment this pride was occupied by panic and panic.

Speaking calmly, he was not as calm as the girl who was half a body behind her.

But I saw that the girl was between fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin was like snow, her black hair was like a waterfall, her facial features were exquisite, and she looked like a white jade beauty. It's just that she has a pair of big watery eyes compared to the white jade carving, but she looks a little more angry.

At this time, her face was sad again, two hatred, but seven calm.

The group galloped to the wooden door of the hut, ignoring the filth of the horse's blood mixed with the dirt in front of the house, and knelt down directly. The man in white cried out sadly: "Uncle, the Wushuang City is gone...... Daddy was killed too!"

A cry of sorrow revealed the identity of the latter, and the one who came was a remnant of the Wushuang City - the first were the two sons and daughters of the Dugu Ming and Dugu Meng, the city lord of the Wushuang City, and behind them were the protector of the Wushuang City.

"Squeak......" The door opened, and a tall, calm-looking old man stepped out. I saw that this man was about fifty years old, his hair and beard were as white as snow, he was dressed in a coarse cloth robe that had been washed white, and his body was full of fatigue that could not be concealed, and even his eyes looked a little cloudy.

And with the appearance of this old man, the ice blade carried behind everyone actually buzzed, and then trembled.

This...... This is......

Everyone was stunned by this, and was stunned, but when they heard a "whoosh", the blades wrapped in sheaths on everyone's bodies flew upside down and "buzzed" in front of the door of the hut, but without exception they bent their bodies, and they couldn't stop "humming", but they couldn't help but bend down to worship like humble civilians seeing a saint on top.

In fact, this old man who went out can indeed be called a saint - who in the rivers and lakes of this world does not know that he is a sword saint, a saint in the sword.

"He's dead?" the old man stepped out of the room, not looking at the swords that had surrendered in front of him, and just asked the question calmly. It's just that he didn't call the dead Dugu party his younger brother, but just lightly used a word he instead.

"Yes, my father was ...... by the people of the Tianxia Association who colluded with the traitors of Wushuang City," Dugu Ming said, prostrate and cried again. He still has a lot of affection for his father.

"How could it be ......?" the old man was a little puzzled.

Suddenly, his originally cloudy eyes suddenly became as bright as lightning, and the sharp edge like a thunderbolt swept over everyone's body, making everyone tremble involuntarily. All they felt was a blade grazing over their bodies. Even though they were all dressed, the feeling was no different from standing naked under the snow and ice.

"The Peerless City has a secret guardian...... I'll let it go...... How is that possible?" the old man's brow furrowed.

Hearing the old man say this, Dugu Ming raised his voice: "What guardian, that is clearly a traitor." Father was given ...... by them."

"Huh!?" The old man grabbed something suddenly, and looked at Dugu Ming suspiciously: "Are you telling the truth?"

"I dare to coax my uncle there!" Dugu Ming said loudly, "Actually, I heard ......"

He babbled and told the old man all the things about Wushuang City that were widely circulated on the rivers and lakes. It's just that Dugu Fang is his father after all, and there is a lot of whitewashing for Dugu Fang in his words.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" the old man frowned.

"This ......" Hearing this question, Dugu Ming was stunned, for this uncle, he only felt that it was more terrible than facing his angry father, but for a while, Ai Ai was every statement.

"This incident is just a legend that has spread widely in the rivers and lakes, not what we have seen with our own eyes......" Seeing that his brother was stuck, Dugu Ming's sister Dugu Meng picked up the words crisply: "However, what we have seen with our own eyes is that our father has died, and Dugu City has also been razed to the ground, but the Ming family, who is the secret guardian of Wushuang City, is still there, and he also controls the livelihood of the remaining people in Wushuang City, and they have become the masters of the new Wushuang City." ”

"Oh, is that so?" the old man groaned, and his eyes seemed to become cloudy again, but the terrifying aura in the cloudiness was even more oppressive.

"So, what do you want me to do?" he asked calmly, seemingly unfurled by his brother's death and the destruction of his homeland.

"We hope that Uncle can reappear in the rivers and lakes, revive the Peerless City, kill traitors and tyrants, and avenge my father~!" Dugu Ming wailed sadly.

He burst into tears, kowtowing to the old man while crying, and his words revealed emotion, which was really sad.

However, his sincere performance still did not touch the old man's heart that had been sealed for many years.

But listening to the old man's words, he still said very indifferently: "Kill the traitor and the tyrant, revive the Peerless City?" hey...... If all these things were done by me. So what else are you doing?"

"This ......" Dugu Ming's words stopped, but he was choked by the old man's words, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"But...... After all, Wushuang City is our foundation...... It's not good to leave it like that...... old man said with a slight groan. After a long time, he called the young man's name: "Ming'er, give me a war letter to the World Society!" ”

"Ah...... Uncle, this ......" Hearing the old man say this, Dugu Ming was suddenly a little stunned, he looked at the old man with a puzzled face, but he never noticed that a trace of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes.

Immediately, I heard the old man stubbornly say: "You can do what I tell you to do in this matter." ”

"Yes!" Feeling the old man's resoluteness, Dugu Ming didn't dare to disobey it at the moment, but he agreed resignedly.

As a result, the whole rivers and lakes became a sensation.

The world-famous Sword Saint is still alive, and he actually wants to reappear in the rivers and lakes to find the strongest male tyrant in the limelight at the moment to avenge the destruction of Wushuang City?

This is an unprecedented move in decades.

The big guys all think that this battle will determine whether the world will be able to unify the Central Plains - this is a decisive battle that will determine the trend of the world.

Everyone thinks so.

It's just that......

"Isn't the traitor who betrayed Wushuang City more hated than the World Society, which was originally an enemy? Why...... The Sword Saint is only looking for Xiongba and not those traitors?" The news of the Sword Saint and Xiongba's contract to fight soon spread to Jiangxia, and in the Zhutian Mountain Villa, after Xu Yang reported the movements on the rivers and lakes to Yuan Hao, he was very puzzled and asked such a question.

"Hehe......" Regarding Xu Yang's doubts, Yuan Hao smiled faintly before he explained: "Traitors are more hateful than enemies, this is in terms of feelings. And Juggernaut is not a person who only looks at feelings. As a great master, he is like a sword, a sword is like a man, and his gestures are full of the sharpness of the sword. As a sharp weapon, he will not play any false tricks for you, but directly find the key to breaking the game. ”

"The key to breaking the game? You mean Xiongba?" Xu Yang was slightly taken aback.

"Considering the current situation, if Wushuang City wants to be revived, its biggest enemy is the Tianxia Society. And the prosperity of the world will be in the hands of one person. As long as he kills the Xiongba, the rest of the sons can't worry! The Sword Master obviously saw through this, so he will find the Xiongba. Yuan Hao narrowed his eyes and whispered an analysis.

"I see. Xu Yang nodded suddenly: "Prosperity depends on one person, this is the biggest instability of a group you said." ”

"That's exactly ......" Yuan Hao nodded: "You see that Wushuang City has been inherited for so long, but once I kill Dugu, Wushuang City will be in chaos." This is true of the Peerless City, and so is the World Association. These gangs, none of which lasted long, but they suffered the people below. ”

Yuan Hao sighed, and then said seriously: "That's why I will focus on cultivating you." Because I don't want the Heavenly Mountain Villa I established to end up like them, ending up in a situation where it has been strong for decades and once it was scattered. ”