The poplar catkins dance with the wind, and the rain is coming in the summer.

Chiyang Mountain.

In the drizzle, in front of the stone statue of Xuanyuan Huang, tens of thousands of people stood silently.

A quarter of an hour later, with the cold sound of three jade striking, the stake-like people immediately came to life, looking left and right, and whispering. Most of them looked excited, staring expectantly at the sword table at the foot of the stone statue.

The Chiyang Sword Festival has been held seven times, and according to convention, the first contest should be the Dragon Sword. This is the most attractive to the people of the rivers and lakes.

In the past few days, Chiyang City has been spreading wildly, saying that the demons of the Iron Demon Palace will cooperate with the Uighur Khan Court to attack the Central Plains Martial Arts, and they will make the Chiyang Sword Society bleed, and they have also caught a spy who spreads rumors as a witness. It is said that the spy was the sixth disciple of the Iron Demon Ji Shendu, and he was caught by a nobody.

Many people are skeptical of this rumor.

The Iron Demon God is so powerful, and he has been invincible in the world for twenty years. His disciples naturally rose to the top, making people look at it highly. Could it be that he was captured alive by a nobody?

And all this will be revealed at the opening of the conference.

The people are afraid of the Iron Devil. It's just that he has been sitting in the Yanshan Iron Demon Palace for twenty years, and the forgetful Jianghu has long forgotten his terribleness. Hearing the news that the Iron Demon would go south to slaughter the Central Plains, few people took it seriously.

When there are more people, the collective wisdom decreases, and the courage becomes greater. People all want to gather thousands of masters of Chiyang Mountain, even if the Iron Demon really dares to come here, he is afraid that he will have to flee in the wilderness.

I don't know when, Yan Zhihan has already boarded the sword platform, his white robe is like snow, and he nominates the sword "smoke cage white sand" in his hand. He arched his hand and spoke faintly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Yan is not talented, he has failed to challenge Ji Shen, and he has been stumbling for many years, and he has no more progress. The original intention was to take advantage of this Chiyang Sword Meeting to exchange swordsmanship with all the masters, looking forward to making further progress, but unexpectedly, the juniors found out the news, spread rumors, and made trouble in the city. ”

"And this junior is this person. ”

The knot that Lieshan was tied up and sent to the sword table.

"This person's name is Lieshan, and he is one of the six disciples of Ji Shendu. What do you think should be done?" Yan Zhihan asked, his tone light. It's like an old farmer, asking an old friend next door, a yellow-haired old dog in my family, giving birth to eight children, how about giving you one?

"Slaughtered. ”

"The Chiyang Sword Society, once every ten years, how can you waste time for this demon. ”

"Yan Shenjian, my generation has traveled thousands of miles, and I have worked tirelessly to come to Chiyang Mountain, in order to test the sword world, and I will be all over the world. It's not for your Sunset Sword, and it's not for this nameless junior. The predecessors are famous, and please be cautious in their words and deeds. The man spoke, his voice as loud as thunder, rolling down in all directions, suppressing many noises. Seeing the surprise on the faces of the people around him, this person looked forward to himself, and even the oil on his bald head was two points brighter.

Seeing that this person's words were so arrogant, someone in the distance immediately whispered.

"It turned out to be the thunder kiss of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, and it is said that his thunder nine heavenly true qi has been practiced and become a new great master, and it is inevitable to win the name of the divine sword this time, no wonder he does not give Yan Zhihan any face. ”

“......”

Suddenly, Yan Zhihan raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes were as clear as a sword

The sword light flashed on the sword platform, and the ropes on Lieshan's body were broken inch by inch. Yan Zhihan had already returned the sword to the sheath, ignoring the surprised eyes of everyone in the audience, and shouted loudly: "Ji Shendu, since you are here, why don't you go to the stage to talk about it?" Your apprentice is still here, you won't ignore it!"

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, Ji Shendu slaughtered the world's martial arts more than 20 years ago, and no one could govern him. In the end, more than a dozen top masters in the Central Plains joined forces to besiege and kill him, and only then did they drive him out of the plug.

After that, Ji Shendu settled in Yanshan and never returned to the Central Plains. It can be said that among the warriors present, no more than one percent knows Ji Shendu.

"Yan Zhihan, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are a little older. Ji Shendu's voice was clear and a little magnetic. Although there are 10,000 people at the foot of the mountain, everyone listens to it as if they are whispering beside them, and everyone can hear it clearly. With just this hand, it shows the power of the Iron Demon Queen God.

With the sound, a horse came in the distance, a white horse and a purple robe.

Ji Shendu was dressed in a purple silk robe, the hem of the robe was embroidered with a blooming white peony as a decoration, and a crimson belt was tied around the body, and a jade pendant in the shape of a green dragon was tied on it, which was crystal clear.

Originally, the area around the sword platform was full of warriors, but as the white horse advanced, there seemed to be a light breeze blowing, and everyone unconsciously moved out of the way.

Ji Shendu naturally has a breathtaking majesty on his body, and when the surrounding warriors saw him, their eyes were stinging and abnormal, and they would unconsciously lower their heads. It wasn't until he left dozens of zhang that he looked up blankly, not knowing what had happened.

When everyone remembered to look at him, they saw that he had already climbed the sword platform, standing with his back to everyone with his hands in his hands, looking up at the stone statue of Xuanyuan Huang, with a good bearing.

Lieshan's face turned pale, he fell to his knees, his forehead touched the ground, and said sadly: "Master, the disciple has disgraced you. ”

"Oh, then why are you still alive?"

Lieshan's body trembled, slowly straightened his waist, and said, "Please redeem the disciple for incompetence, and he will no longer be able to serve the master in the future." As he spoke, Lieshan pointed at him like a sword and stabbed him into the heart.

Yan Zhihan kicked violently, kicked Lieshan off the sword platform, and said coldly: "Your family affairs of the Iron Demon Palace, go back to Yanshan to deal with it." This is the Chiyang Mountain Sword Table, and no one can be presumptuous here. Ji Shendu, you are no exception. ”

Na Lie Mountain's personality is extremely fierce, he is in the air, but the sword momentum in his hand is non-stop, piercing his heart. When he landed, his heart was already broken and irretrievable.

His own apprentice died in front of him, but Ji Shendu didn't care, withdrew his gaze from the stone statue of Xuanyuan Huang, and sighed, "It's a pity, I can't fight with Xuanyuan Huang, it's a lifelong regret." ”

Immediately, he turned around like a whirlwind and stared at Yan Zhihan, "In the past twenty years, how I wish someone could comprehend the Phoenix Tablet and fight with me instead of Xuanyuan Phoenix. Unfortunately, it was difficult to achieve the wish. It is said that the martial arts people in the Central Plains are outstanding people, and now it seems that they are all bullshit. ”

Yan Zhi laughed coldly, and didn't answer this conversation, "Ji Shendu, where is your iron-armored tortoise shell?"

"I have already practiced the Iron God Pile to perfection, and the Iron Armor has naturally been passed on to my eldest apprentice. ”

"No wonder you're so blind. ”

"Now that I have achieved great achievements, even if Xuanyuan Huang comes to the world again, he may not be my opponent, let alone you mediocre waste. I just have no one in my eyes, what can you do?" Ji Shen glanced at everyone in the audience with disdain, as if there was nothing.

"Whether it's waste or not, you have to fight to find out. Yan Zhihan slowly pulled out the famous sword-smoke cage white sand. The bright and narrow sword body seems to be made of white jade, and the beauty does not look like a murder weapon.

The eldest grandson Qiao was anxious below, and he was no longer as calm as when he met Du Lengqiu when the geese came to live that day. Yan Zhihan is seven or eight years older than Ji Shendu, ten years ago he was not Ji Shendu's opponent, and now he is not even better.

An old friend for many years, he couldn't watch Yan Zhihan do stupid things, so he immediately raised his arms and shouted in the audience, "This devil's hands are stained with the blood of our Central Plains martial artists, what reason is there to talk about him, everyone is on the same page, kill." As he spoke, Changsun Qiao suddenly knocked out a ring on his hand and attacked Ji Shendu's big acupoint.

Changsun Qiao naturally didn't expect to hurt the other party like this, he just wanted to coerce the will of the people and fight the Iron Demon together. However, he couldn't imagine it, but when Yan Zhihan's long sword crossed the air, he stopped the ring. He raised his eyebrows and looked angry, and said sharply, "At the foot of Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, on the sword platform, when can you be outnumbered?"

Then, Yan Zhihan faced Ji Shendu with a straight face, "Ji Shendu, your apprentice said that you are here to break the backbone of the Central Plains martial artists and crush the courage of our martial artists. But did you know that for thousands of years, there have been thousands of foolish people like you, but none of them have succeeded? ”

"Look at the sword!"

The snow-white and narrow sword body stabbed out like lightning, like a white rainbow light coming across the sky, stabbing towards Ji Shendu. Under the infusion of Gang Qi, a little white light like fine sand floated on the sword body. The silky drizzle was shattered by this white rainbow, and the rain was empty in the surrounding area.

The sword is a smoke cage of white sand.

Qi is Baisha Gangqi.

In just a blink of an eye, Yan Zhihan took out thirteen swords in a row, superimposed on each other's powers, and with the blessing of Baisha Gangqi, they were indestructible.

Ten years ago, Yan Zhihan overwhelmed the crowd in Chiyang Mountain and won the reputation of the Sunset Sword. After that, he went to the Yanshan Shentie Divine Palace to challenge, but he was defeated and embarrassed.

What I saw and what happened that day is unforgettable.

Ji Shendu's Iron God Pile with Fish Scale Mingguang Armor can be called a nightmare for all swordsmen, no matter what swordsmanship you have, you can't break through Ji Shen's defense.

After this defeat. Yan Zhihan pondered for many years and created this technique of superimposing sword qi. Such an ingenious trick, coupled with the sharpness of the white sand of the smoke cage. Yan Zhihan believed that it was enough to cut the turtle shell of Ji Shendu. However, he is improving, but Ji Shendu is making a leap.

Ji Shendu put his hands behind his back, standing still, letting the sword qi fall on his body.

The sword qi that was enough to pierce the golden stone fell on Ji Shendu's body, but it collapsed like powder in an instant, and even his clothes were not cut.

On and off the stage, there was a dead silence.

Ji Shendu smiled lightly and said, "How, the winner is clear." ”

Yan Zhihan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The outcome is especially unknown, you don't have to say too early." ”

Ji Shendu shook his head slightly, and said, "You can be arrogant to me." As he spoke, he took his hands behind him and slowly walked to the center of the sword table.

"I have come to break your backbone and break your courage, and naturally I will use extraordinary means. From now on, as long as someone can make me shed a drop of blood, I will turn around and leave, and I will never enter Middle-earth again in this life; if you can't do it, then stay at home and play with your wife, beat your children, and don't be embarrassed on the rivers and lakes. ”