"Humanity is slim, the fairy road is boundless, the fairy road is often auspicious, the ghost road is often self-murderous, who will give me the answer, who will give me the answer...."

The ancient stone hall, the yin wind gusted, and in the sky above the place where the sword was buried, a tall soul body roared in the sky, and the rolling sword qi was the brightest accompaniment to the loud cheers.

At this time, Jiang Ming's face was distorted, and he would question the sky in a loud voice, shooting out bloodthirsty magic light, and then he would be depressed in a low voice, cursing all the people in the world.....

"Ah!!, humanity is inhumane..... Who's going to give me the answers? Who's going to give me the answers......."

After shooting out a sword qi again, Jiang Ming screamed, and finally lowered his head, muttering to himself from time to time.

"Uncle Jiang, I'll give you the answer. ”

A crisp and bright voice suddenly sounded in the gloomy hall, but it was Zhang San who seized the rare opportunity and walked out of the darkness.

At this time, Zhang San was calm, with the glory of confidence on his face, he sucked it in casually, grabbed Jiang Ming's lost magic sword on the ground in his hand, and said quietly:

"This sword is useless, everything can be thrown aside, after all, it's been a hundred years. ”

Zhang San's voice was very soft, as if he was regretting something, and as soon as the words fell, he casually threw away the magic sword.

With the sound of "ping-pong", the sound of the magic sword landing finally woke up Jiang Ming in a daze, raised his blood-red eyes, and Jiang Ming looked at Zhang San in a daze.

"Who are you?"

"I am a destined person who can help you untie the knot of a hundred years. Zhang San smiled slightly, his face showing extreme confidence, as if he wanted to infect Jiang Ming.

"..... you?" Jiang Ming wondered, the blood in his eyes slightly decreasing.

"Yes, it's me, my name is Zhang Chunyang, a disciple of the contemporary Sword Saint of Shushan, and I have met my uncle. Zhang Sanyi saw that there was a play, and the matter was not far from what he remembered, so he hurriedly dressed up and saluted Jiang Ming respectfully.

Zhang San was a little nervous at this time, whether the thing could be done or not depends on whether Jiang Ming would answer, he is not a sword saint after all, if Jiang Ming does not have him in his eyes at all, then everything will be over,

At that time, I am afraid that for the sake of Zhao Ling'er, Zhang San will have no choice but to forcibly break through.

"Sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to be too high!" a strange thought flashed through Zhang San's mind.

He remembered Li Xiaoyao's method of passing this level, in his memory of his previous life, Li Xiaoyao was directly taken over by the Sword Saint, and after igniting Jiang Ming, he came to his senses in a daze, and at that time, he had already passed the level directly.

It's a pity that this method doesn't work here in Zhang San.

"My cultivation at this time is ten times higher than Li Xiaoyao who broke into here in the previous life, even if the Sword Saint Master has a heart, but after all, he is not a real immortal, I am afraid that there is no such great mana to completely suppress my divine sense!"

Shaking away the unrealistic nonsense in his mind, Zhang San stared at Jiang Ming intently, not letting go of a trace of change in his body.

At this time, Jiang Ming was unusually silent, and in the face of Zhang San's respectful salute, his face trembled slightly, and after half a sound, he finally slowly moved his eyes to Zhang San, "Are you still willing to respect me as a teacher?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang San finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly saluted respectfully, "Of course, before the juniors entered the tower, the master had instructions, and the senior brother was the senior brother he respected the most. ”

"You're young, you don't understand. Jiang Ming glanced at Zhang San with complicated eyes, shook his head, and lowered his eyelids again.

"Don't understand what?" Zhang San smiled slightly.

"Anyway, I don't deserve it. Jiang Ming replied in a low voice, without even raising his head, obviously not wanting to continue the topic.

Zhang San was stunned when he heard this, and a faint doubt was followed on his face, as if he was a curious baby who wanted to know everything.

"Why?" asked Zhang Sanjing.

His face and tone at the moment are very well expressed, which makes people see extreme curiosity at a glance, and they will never think that he is actually holding back a smile at the moment.

The development of things went smoothly as Zhang San expected, Jiang Ming's reaction was the same as his impression, and if it continued like this, he was completely sure that he would sing this play well.

Although some of the Sword Saint's lines made Zhang San extremely embarrassed!!

Sure enough, in the face of Zhang San's curiosity, Jiang Ming quickly reacted, first looked up at Zhang San deeply, and then waved his hands, and in the place where the sword was buried, hundreds of sword weapons suddenly shone together.

This light turned blood-colored and revealed a deep green glow, and after intertwining, it instantly formed a huge light curtain in mid-air.

"Look...."

Jiang Ming silently pointed at the light curtain, and as soon as his words fell, a magnificent epic picture appeared in front of Zhang San's eyes.

The sword aura is like a waterfall, ten thousand swords are roaring, hundreds of Shushan disciples are besieging a resolute-looking young man, the young man is covered in blood, while passively resisting the siege of the senior brothers, while protecting a beautiful woman behind her, fighting and retreating in a narrow passage....

Zhang San only glanced at it, and knew that this passage was the passage on the first floor of the Lock Demon Tower that he had just walked through.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the group to finally fight to the main hall at the end of the passage.

At this moment, the beautiful woman finally suffered a poisonous attack and finally died, and the young man's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and his whole face was distorted to the extreme with extreme worry and anger.

"Ah, why do you have to force each other so much? Thief God, is it man who is good and evil or man who is evil and good?"

The young man looked up to the sky and roared, and two lines of blood and tears instantly flowed down from his eyes, and the grief and sorrow in them made people unbearable to look at directly.

However, his brothers and sisters turned a blind eye, and in their eyes, 'people are people, and demons are demons', and if they are demons, they must be eradicated.

"Kill. ”

Hundreds of people shouted in unison, and instantly formed a sword formation, and suddenly swords flew like rain, enveloping the young man and the fox demon in a terrifying sword qi cage.

"Ah!! why?"

The young man roared loudly, and the innate sword yuan that supported the protective body turned into a light shield to protect the two of them, and the Dao Dao sword qi hit it and stirred up layers of waves on it, but the young man still didn't fight back, and in the end, he really didn't want to make a move against his peers.

"You see, her tears are the same as yours. ”

The young man pointed to the tears on the face of the woman behind him and shouted, his eyes glared straight at the senior brother opposite, he still wanted to make the final redemption.

"Kill. ”

It's a pity that in response to him was a deafening killing sound, a large wave of sword rain had just passed, and a larger sword qi waterfall 'boomed' down, and the cover qi of the young man's body gradually thinned, and from time to time there were sword qi luck passing through the cover qi, leaving blood marks on the young man and the woman behind him.....

|“ Ah!!! there is a way in heaven, but there is no door in hell!!"

Finally, the young man was desperate, he looked up to the sky and roared frantically, even if he fell into the demon path, he had to protect the woman behind him.

The sword aura is like thunder, and the howling sound is like a ghost's howl!

In the barbaric stone hall, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and rolling dark clouds came from the void, and the already dim hall quickly turned black.

At this moment, the halogen door above the young man's head cracked, and a distorted divine sense escaped from it, instantly burrowing into the dark clouds above......

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