When the wheelchair entered the City Lord's Mansion, the street outside was still absolutely quiet, although the people of Dongyi City straightened up from under the eaves, no one left, no one discussed, just looked at the direction of the City Lord's Mansion in fear and uneasiness, countless pairs of eyes stared at that place, not knowing what was happening inside, the Sword Saint came to the City Lord's Mansion with a single sword, and what was it for.

for the sake of killing.

No matter whose carriage the Great Grandmaster decided to tie Dongyi City to and set foot on the official road of whose house before he died, it was his decision. The entire city of Dongyi, even the surrounding vassal states, had to follow his will.

Although this great master is about to pass away, he still will not allow anyone in his own domain to dare to have dissenting intentions in secret, collude with the disciples in the Luzhong, and before making his own decision, he intends to arrogantly make decisions on his behalf, decide the direction of Dongyi City, and decide the life and death of countless people in the city.

This is the scope of the god's work, and no mortal can interfere in it, not even the eldest disciple in the Sword Mansion, even the City Lord's Mansion that maintains the daily order of Dongyi City.

Although that city lord was after the bloodbath of the family with the sword back then. The last distant relative that could be found in the backwoods.

Those who oppose themselves. Death is inevitable, this is the so-called grandmaster's will. This doesn't need to be emphasized, it's just a natural bottom-line principle. Just to make Fan Xian see more clearly. So Sigu Jian came with him.

After the little emperor stepped into the city lord's mansion, his face became extremely pale. It's like it's going to be transparent. There was a touch of loss and horror in his eyes. Because she knew what the sword wanted to do when she looked around in a wheelchair.

Northern Qi is the biggest help in Dongyi City. Except for Yun Zhilan. It is all the people in the city lord's mansion. The Little Emperor had been counting on these two forces to help him convince Si Gu Jian. Keep Dongyi City away from Nanqingdi's control.

But if you look around the sword, you will have to wash the city lord's mansion in blood at this time. Naturally, his attitude speaks volumes. The little emperor felt faintly dizzy in his head. Biting her lower lip tightly. After standing in a wheelchair, he didn't say a word.

Fan glanced at her quietly. Look at the pale face on her face. My heart moved slightly. He reached out and patted her on the shoulder. Express comfort. This is not the comfort of the victor to the loser. It's just that his heart was also stabbed by the sword intent of the strong man in the wheelchair. His eyes blinked uncontrollably.

After the sword entered the house. The emotions in his eyes gradually faded. There was no emotion, not even a hint of indifference.

Several people knelt down on the stone steps of the second gate of the city lord's mansion. Sincerely and fearfully welcome the arrival of the Sword Master. They bowed their heads. Prostrate.

This prostration. The skull was like a ripe fruit in autumn, and it tore off its branches. Fell. Rolling on the ground.

There was an extremely smooth cut in the necks of several people, as if it had been cut by a supreme sword.

But the wheelchair looked around at the sword. There is no sword in the hand at all.

The little emperor stared at the rolling head on the ground. The face is getting paler and paler. Even pursed his lips tightly. It also turned white.

Fan Xian's hand strained slightly. Holding a wheelchair. Green tendons loom above. A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and he knew that the sword was here to kill. to teach yourself to kill. But I still didn't expect it. This great master only had one thought. It is already a few lives that no longer exist in the world.

The head rolled to the side. Brought out a blood rainbow and hit the moss in the corner. He stopped. Fan Xiandi's lips were a little dry, and he subconsciously wanted to stop Si Gu Jian's next move. The palm of his hand was forced, intending to stop the wheelchair under the stone steps.

If the city lord's mansion is slaughtered. Of course, the agreement between Nanqing and Dongyi City can no longer have any opposing force. Even those disciples in the Sword House who did not agree with the will of the sword. It will also be because of the blood and water here. And re-realized that the Sword Saint Master was ruthless and powerful.

But Fan Xian was still reluctant to use this technique. He wasn't a sentimental and pedantic person, but he didn't think that the City Lord's Mansion could never be too much of an obstacle. As long as the sword nods, there are too many ways. It can solve the difficulties of this place.

He didn't expect that the Sigu Sword would be the easiest to use. It is also the most brutal of this solution.

At some point, the wheelchair had already ascended the stone steps and walked towards the depths of the City Lord's Mansion.

Fan Xian and the little emperor were still in the wheelchair, and their hands were trembling more and more. The face is getting paler and paler. for they saw more and more blood. There are more and more corpses lying on the sides of the wheelchair.

Someone finally mustered up the courage to draw a knife. The knife broke in two, and someone screamed and flew away. His waist was broken in two, and more people looked at the killing god on the ground in the wheelchair in horror. Their legs were stiff, they couldn't move at all, and they thought of the legend of that place so many years ago, on that night. The great grandmaster who got on the ground in a wheelchair, holding a sword, entered the City Lord's Mansion. The next day, the city lord's mansion could not find a single living person.

Many years passed. Si Gu Jian entered the City Lord's Mansion again. This time he didn't have a sword in his hand. However, the entire City Lord's Mansion was still sadly enveloped in a thick smell of blood.

Fan Xian's face became paler and paler. The domineering true qi in the body has been raised to the extreme. But it was handed out at the beginning

The moment the body was crushed, shattered into filaments, broken into fragments, and dissipated in a moment, unable to collect qi at all.

The little emperor's body trembled, there was no way to make any moves, and even her hands were in a wheelchair to barely stabilize her body. Even though she was an extremely powerful female emperor, it was still a little difficult to resist this bloody and murderous attack when she looked at these countless heads and broken corpses flying in the air.

The blood is flying, the blood is still flying, the blood is always flying.

At this time, the face of the four swords was whiter than the faces of the two young men, and it was a completely unreasonable whiteness. It seems that the blood in his body has already flowed to a certain place, and then dispersed into a sword qi that pierces the heavens and kills the earth and the murderous aura that destroys the heavens and the Jedi. Sprinkled and unleashed.

Fan Xian and the little emperor's bodies seemed to have broken away from the control of their minds, and they followed this deadly wheelchair very passively. Walking in the castle lord's mansion. Look at the powerful momentum released from the sword's body. Completely controlled all the subtle movements around him.

The little emperor was powerless to resist. So the reaction is a little weaker. Fan Xian forcibly condensed his mind, wanting to resist this and making him feel very uncomfortable. Even some disgusting indifferent killing intent, but it was like being hammered by a heavy hammer, remembering the shock of the heart.

A streak of blood oozed from the corner of his lip. A look of helpless sadness flashed in his eyes. Slightly drooping eyes. No longer look at what is happening in the City Lord's Mansion. He gave up the idea of stopping the Sigu Sword from killing people, he didn't have the strength. He was also unwilling to pity the innocent underground people in the City Lord's Mansion. And angered the great master who had already fallen into a state of madness. Throw yourself into endless danger.

The eyes drooped slightly, and I didn't look at it. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't know, especially since this is the last lesson that Sigu Jian taught him.

Fan Xian had already let go of his mind. No longer resists head-on with the sword intent that pervades the mansion. Therefore, I felt any faint breath change in the field more and more clearly. I have a deeper understanding of the earthly aura emitted by the Great Grandmaster in a wheelchair.

The breath made his brow furrow. Because he hated this breath, this breath not only smelled of blood, but the most important thing was that there was no emotion in it, and some were just indifferent. A kind of indifference that is subordinate, a kind of indifference that treats living beings as nothing.

It seems that before looking around at the sword and the ground. Before the mind. There is nothing in the world to be cherished. Anyone can see them like a pig or a dog.

But Fan Xian didn't understand, it was obvious that this great master was a person with great feelings for Dongyi City. Followed by. Fan Xian felt the other realm represented in that breath. That's the will!

The will of the sword has taken control of everything around the wheelchair. Tough. Resolute and uncompromising. One should be moral, the norms, the mercy between heaven and earth, and the hearts of the young people behind them. Before this powerful absolute will, it turned into a bubble. Scattered in all directions.

Fan Xianhuo Ran raised his head. With one hand, he held the little emperor who was already crumbling under this coercion. His eyes quietly followed the eyes of the sword and looked towards the mansion, he realized this realm, but he was subconsciously a little afraid of this realm.

There is no great master in the world, and the reason why the four great monsters can break through the limitations of human beings and crisscross between heaven and earth is their own understanding of heaven and earth, their own experience. It created a completely different breakthrough path for the four great masters.

His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo broke into the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and it was obvious that he was taking the path of super-real. The meridians in the body are all broken and ruined. But it is in the realm of extreme Tailai, and there is no restriction of meridians. The reality of the body rises without limit, and in the most arduous way, breaks through the limitations that God has created for the human body.

There is no doubt that this is the most powerful method, and Fan Xian does not dare to learn it, nor can he learn it.

The path of Sigu Sword is different, he has accumulated too much gloom, too much depression, too much impulse to kill in his heart since he was a child, and finally after slaughtering the family in one night, from the smell of blood, condensed a powerful mind, and at the moment of extinction, he finally realized the will not to be moved by external objects, and began to look coldly at the line on the sky and the earth with devouring and indifference, and easily tore apart.

On the last stone steps of the City Lord's Mansion, there was a row of people, the City Lord of Dongyi City was wearing a gorgeous clan costume, his face was pale, and the people closest to him were lined up, waiting for the arrival of the Sword Saint. This is where his most powerful power is gathered, but he also knows that there is no way to stop a great grandmaster from killing people.

Fan Xian's hand was on the back of the wheelchair, he didn't notice the silence on the stone steps, the screams gradually stopped, he just fell into a state of confusion, he finally realized the realm of the Grandmaster of the Four Gu Sword, but found that the way to seek this realm may never be able to do it.

Every grass and stone, every flower and tree in the world has its own reason for survival, everyone is a unique person, to break through the realm, touch the realm of the grandmaster, I am afraid that we must also find the way that truly belongs to ourselves.

At this moment, Si Gu Jian in the wheelchair suddenly coughed. coughing, his thin body was bouncing on the wheelchair, and Fan Xian's hand holding the wheelchair trembled again.

The row of city lords on the stone steps is a master. Looking at this scene, it turned into a dark shadow. Divided into seven directions. Like an eagle culling. Rushed towards the wheelchair.

Coughing seemed like an opportunity. It's a code, and these city lords didn't hesitate at all. They burst out, but there was no joy in their hearts. Because of the people of Dongyi City. Including those powerhouses who cultivated swords on the seaside, they were all accustomed to the unbeatable land of the Sword Saint. More than ten years under the light of God. No one would expect to be the one to kill gods.

But they still have to fight to the end, because after all, the Sword Saint coughed, maybe it's an opportunity, maybe it's not an opportunity. But since he is going to die after all, he can die at the hands of a great grandmaster. It should also be an honor.

Before the figure arrived, the strong wind was already blowing, and these city lords did not aim at the two young people behind the wheelchair. Because they had already seen that these two young men were already in a spiritual predicament from which they could not extricate themselves.

But Fan Xian felt it. If you are facing these masters, the most heroic blow before you die, I am afraid that there is no way to fight back at all.

At this time, Si Gu Jian was still cowering in a wheelchair and coughing. All he had left was his hand to his lips, and there was no sword at his side.

So he beckoned, and a sword on the ground moved, very fast. It was like a flash of lightning that came into the palm of his steady hand.

Looking around at the sword and swinging the sword, the sword momentum was not round, just like the seven green mountain peaks, and suddenly tore off the bark of the trees outside. Revealing the strange thorny rocks below, it is necessary to pierce the heavens into seven great holes.

Facing the heroic slaughter of the last seven masters of the City Lord's Mansion, Si Gu Jian stabbed out a sword very casually, and returned to the past with a heroic and indifferent will to devour blood. In the same instant, four swords were stabbed. The four swords stabbed in seven directions.

This is already a sword beyond the world.

It is mixed with the momentum of looking ahead and not caring for the back. But hidden behind the momentum. But it is the supreme will that transcends the momentum, and is free and easy because of indifference. Because of the blood devouring, it is indifferent.

Four swords stabbed seven people, and seven masters fell to the ground. Silent.

Looking at the sword, he flicked the sleeve of his robe, and the ordinary steel sword in his hand was taken out of his hand. stabbed directly into the chest of the city lord of Dongyi City, and entered without a handle.

Since Si Gu Jian entered the mansion in a wheelchair, this Dongyi City City Lord did not have a word of justification, did not sigh, he just calmly looked at the scene in front of him, waiting for the arrival of death, because he knew that his distant clan uncle, since he personally came out of the house, then he had only one way to die, for a crazy great grandmaster, for a blood-devouring sword saint, for a ruthless monster who slaughtered his relatives, the city lord, there was no trace of emotion.

The city lord coughed up blood, felt the loss of life, and began to cry, in this moment before he died, he may have too much unwillingness and resentment in his heart, just like the resentment that Emperor Qing gave birth to many years ago, in the world, there should not be the existence of these great masters.

In this world, it makes no sense.

Fan Xian had been watching Sigu Sword shoot seriously, because this was the first time that Sigu Sword had really shot after entering the City Lord's Mansion, and he had a sword in his hand. His eyes were extremely sharp, and he had captured the last four swords and the trajectory of his shot, so he was extremely shocked.

It turns out that this is the real four-looking sword, like a bird in the sky, like a fish in the water, between movement and stillness, there is no warning at all, only the sword is made by heart, where is just a matter of caring for the front and the back, and the left and the right are just heroic.

Qingli is ruthless to the extreme of the four swords, one look at the city, then look at the country, three times to worry about the world, the hero is full of tears, draw the sword and look at the sword heart at a loss, I don't see the ancients before, I don't see the comers after, look at the world and the world, and cry alone!

In Suzhou City, Ye Liuyun once slashed half a building with a sword, Fan Xian thought that the peak of sword skills in the world was nothing more than that, but today when he saw the sword of the sword, he knew that the sword was the most powerful symbol of the murderous weapon, that is, the sword and the mind are connected, and there is no faster way to express the mind in the world.

Where the mind is, the tip of the sword is.

To be able to practice the common sense of heaven and earth, should not exist between heaven and earth, the sword operator is only afraid that he will also feel a trace of shock, even the sword operator himself, I am afraid that he does not know how to use such a sword technique, after a sword, the swordsman holds a blood-dripping long sword, looking around the vast wilderness, and is at a loss.

Looking at the true meaning of the sword, it turned out that he was still at a loss in the end.

Fan Xian's hand was still holding the little emperor's arm, but he couldn't stop trembling, what a happy or painful thing it would be to be able to comprehend such a sword technique.

On the unknown green tree next to the city lord's mansion, a crow that had been peeping for a long time finally couldn't stand the will that filled the heavens and the earth, and with a croak, it flew away.

Si Gu Jian's eyes were indifferent, but the corners of his lips coughed up blood, his face was extremely white and terrifying, and his thin body was completely shrunk in a wheelchair. The two young men behind him, one dazed and the other awe-inspiring, were surrounded by pools of dead corpses and blood. Fan Xian lowered his head, but a strange thought surged in his heart, and he seemed to be able to sense that the great master in the wheelchair had reached the time when the oil was running out.

For he drew his sword anyway. Although these four swords are so beautiful and ruthless to the extreme, compared with three years ago on Dadong Mountain, the Sigu Sword slashed a hundred tiger guards with one sword, today's Sigu Sword is obviously much weaker.

At this moment, the body of the city lord of Dongyi City slowly knelt down and knelt in front of the wheelchair, as if to show his final surrender.

Fan Xian Huoran raised his head and watched in amazement as the city lord's body fell, a man in black appeared in front of the three of them.

In the hand of the man in black, he also held a sword.