On the Heavenly Sword Continent, it is not the monarchs and emperors of various countries who really control the fate of this continent, but those monks who are said to exist like immortals among ordinary people, and the gods and dragons do not see their heads, it can be said that the strength of a country is closely related to the strength of the monks in the sects within the territory, and the monks, that is the existence that even the monarch does not dare to offend easily.

In Ruzhou City, which is located on the main road of transportation, it is not uncommon for monks and warriors to come and go, and the biggest difference between monks and ordinary warriors is that male monks all have long hair, and female monks all wear their hair. These are all things that Di Xinchen learned from the wild history essays, and more importantly, there is an explanation in the essays that non-disciples of the sects above Xuanzong are not allowed to hold swords. So when the crowd of onlookers hadn't yet identified whether the two girls were monks or warriors, he recognized them at a glance.

But Di Xinchen still waved his hand, for him, what Jing'er gave him was not what he could pay back with how much money he could use, he enjoyed the care that Jing'er gave him very much, and at the same time, he also looked forward to one day using a way other than money to give Jing'er care, like a brother and a man!

With a wave of his hand, the four guards who followed him rose into the air and crossed the crowd, and they did not pull out the steel knife at their waists, and attacked the two girls with their bare hands, because the young master said very clearly, it was to beat them instead of killing them, and these guards were not people without vision, and they could see at a glance that these two girls were from extraordinary backgrounds, and they just wanted to scare them and give the young master a breath, and it would not cause too much trouble for the Di family in the future.

The two girls on the opposite side, facing the four well-skilled guards who pounced with their bare hands, did not see the slightest panic, the older female monk rushed in front of her companions, with a disdainful smile on the corner of her mouth, the long sword in her hand shook, the bright sword flower was dazzling in the gloomy weather after the rain, Di Xinchen subconsciously closed his eyes, "Ah..."

At this moment, Di Xinchen was completely dumbfounded, the guards who had been following and protecting him were all high-level martial artists hired by Di Fanghai with a lot of money, and the guards around Di Xinjing who only spent money to show off their legs and had brute strength were a few grades higher, but now, in one move, Di Xinchen couldn't stand up when he was killed by the other party without seeing clearly. Di Xinchen's heart was half cold.

"Hmph, two bullying little scoundrels, see if my sister doesn't teach you a good lesson today!" The older girl put her sword back into the sheath, although her face was full of anger, but there was a hint of victory in the corner of her eyes, and she raised the long sword in her hand with the scabbard in her hand, and made a gesture towards Di Xinchen and Di Xinjing.

Di Xinchen was shocked to see that the situation was not good, and his first thought was to slip away, but Di Xinjing was completely stupid, Di Xinchen, who was weak in his hands and feet, dragged it and didn't move, seeing that the female monk had already walked to him, and pulled it down with the scabbard, Di Xinchen's heart closed his eyes, turned around and firmly protected Di Xinjing's body, and his heart was ready to lie on the bed for half a month.

The sound of the long sword out of the sheath seemed to come from the nine heavens, resounding throughout the city of Ruzhou, a dazzling sword light like a swift lightning across the sky, tearing the dark sky of Ruzhou, so that all those who saw this sound, this potential, this sword stood on the spot.

The sword was gone, and the nun hung high above Di Xinchen's head, ready to scare his long sword, even the sword sheath was cut in half by the flying sword and fell on the bluestone ground, the nun suddenly woke up and her face turned pale, she didn't care to check the numb little hand that was shocked, she looked at the direction where the sword flew in horror, and said in shock: "Sword Venerable!"

On the small river beside the street, a black-clothed masked swordsman stepped on the waves, his spirit was ethereal like a fairy, he carried a four-foot long sword in his hand, the eerie blade made everyone who watched tremble, and in a moment he had already flown under the small bridge.

At the same time, perhaps the companion in front of her blocked her vision, and the younger female monk saw that her senior sister's long sword was destroyed, and she immediately became angry and ignored the ancestral precept that "monks must not kill mortals at will", her figure flashed, and her face was full of cold air and stabbed at Di Xinchen with her sword.

Di Xinchen stopped in front of Di Xinjing with his back to the two female monks, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was attracted by the black-clothed swordsman who flew like a light swift on the river, and he knew that he was already on the line between life and death.

"Yun Xue, don't!" The female monk hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop her companion, but it was too late, this female monk who was called Yun Xue by her, although her skills were not as deep as hers, but the pace and speed of the attack were obviously beyond her imagination, plus she shot angrily, and a sword went straight to Di Xinchen's vest...

The cold chill from the vest made Di Xinchen instantly creepy, and his brain was suffocated.

But seeing the black-clothed swordsman who was still on the river under the small bridge just now, his figure disappeared in a flash, and he reappeared beside Di Xinchen, with a black and gloomy long sword in his hand, and at the last moment, before the tip of Yun Xue's sword cut through the skin of Di Xinchen's vest, a sword stabbed Yun Xue's right hand holding the sword.

There was another "clang" Yun Xue abandoned her sword and withdrew her hand, covering her little hand that was already full of blood, and on her immature and beautiful face, her cold eyes stared at the black-clothed swordsman standing with her sword with resentment.

Di Xinchen, who was in a cold sweat, turned his stiff body to look at the black-clothed swordsman who saved his life, he was masked and emaciated, more than five feet tall, and his eyes were full of anxiety in his eyes that were as ruthless as an eagle falcon. At the same time, Di Xinchen's right hand subconsciously touched his vest, and directly touched the skin of his vest along the hole in his clothes, and his legs trembled for a while.

The black-clothed swordsman glanced at the embroidered markers on the shoulders of the two friars, and the white garments were outlined with cyan silk threads, and a pavilion loomed in the moire.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Xuanzong of Cloud City, if nothing else, the two of you should be the disciples of the first Gui Qianyue Sect of Mochizuki Peak. The black-clothed swordsman's hoarse tone carried a sense of oppression, pressing the two girls on the other side and nodding to admit that he was telling the truth.

"If you don't want me to catch you and go to Wangyue Peak Luofengling to find Gui Qianyue's theory, let me leave here immediately, and you won't be allowed to set foot in Ruzhou in the future. The black-clothed swordsman said in a solemn manner.

The older female monk saw through their identities at a glance, and brought out the name of their master, and the sword that pierced the sky really told her that it was the strength that only a sword venerable possessed, a sword venerable... That was a realm that even their master, Gui Qianyue, had not reached. So she immediately pulled her junior sister Yunxue, who was still stunned, and prepared to leave here.

But Yun Xue didn't move, not scared stupid, but stared at Di Xinchen on the other side in a daze, to be exact, staring at the sword that belonged to her in Di Xinchen's hand.

Di Xinchen didn't know why he picked up this sword, when he saw this sword at his feet, he picked it up by surprise, when he held this sword in his hand, the panicked heart calmed down inexplicably, it was a feeling that he had experienced, and he wanted to hold it and not let go. Di Xinchen didn't know why he felt this way, but he did really feel it, as if the bloodline belonging to the sword in his body had awakened from then on.

"Give me back the sword!" Yun Xue's crisp scolding interrupted Di Xinchen's reverie, and when he handed the sword back to Yun Xue in a daze...

... At this moment, he had a feeling of losing his right arm, he looked at the two girls in the distance with his eyes in confusion, and then looked down at his right hand that had just held the long sword, and a thought suddenly rose in his mind - this was a hand that was born to hold a sword. ps: Ask for a new book to recommend a collection, cover your face and beg, why don't I dare to ask for it every time?