The middle-aged guard commander shouted, "He!"

The twelve Ouchi guards slashed forward at the same time, and together with the guard commander, there were a total of thirteen swords, and the thirteen sword qi were combined into one and formed a single sword.

Behind Xiao Yu was his mother's resting place, so he didn't retreat, let alone dodge, he pulled out the mixed yuan umbrella behind his back with one hand, drew his sword with the other, and the long sword was unsheathed as a sound, all in one breath.

A sword qi started from under his feet, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and headed straight for the middle-aged Daoist.

In the face of the thirteen knives, Xiao Yu's wrist flicked, and the dark yellow oil-paper umbrella opened with a pop, the umbrella surface swirled lightly, and the knife qi fell on it, and there was no trace of it.

One pair of thirteen, I have seen the gate of the frost realm, this is Xiao Yu's confidence. March frost is even autumn leaves, and it is difficult to compare.

Xiao Yu did not retreat but advanced, taking a step forward. Climb the first floor!

Heaven and earth change.

A dark shadow loomed behind Xiao Yu.

There is no immortal demeanor, but it looks like a demon. But there is less ferocity of the devil, more loneliness and desolation, and the voice is not high, but it is resounding in the sky: "Mother, you gave me a broken time, and watch me practice the sword in front of the grave today!"

The first sword came out, and countless dead grass stood up, mighty, all over the mountains. The roots are like swords, and everything can be swords.

This is Akiba's sword.

A sword pointed out, and thousands of grass and wood swords rose from the ground like a rain curtain, stabbing at the thirteen Ouchi guards and middle-aged Taoists.

A middle-aged man in a black robe walked slowly on the Meishan Mountain Road with his hands in his hands.

The thumb has a huge turquoise wrench like a cat's eye at night, and the black robe is rimmed with gold.

The small Taoist temple halfway up the mountain was already in sight, so he stopped and looked up.

A sigh.

The sigh echoed, like the wind passing through Meishan, and countless trees rattled.

That year, the newlywed Yan'er, there was no white-clothed Taoist in Qingjing, and he had never worn this black robe.

There was also a woman he liked very much, who was not dead, and was by his side. He can't forget the look in her eyes when she died, maybe he can't forget it in this life, he can only feel guilty for a lifetime.

Just do it all over again, and maybe he will do it again, bringing the glass of wine to her with his own hands, and watching her drink it little by little, listening to her last words until black blood oozes from the corners of her mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears.

She didn't actually hate him when she was dying, but she couldn't rest assured that her son was also his son.

A fifteen-year-old child does already know a lot, at least he knows how his mother died and whose hands she died.

So his son hated him, whether it was for his appearance or for other reasons, and he showed that he did not like his eldest son very much, so that his eldest son could only be like a wanderer, wielding the sword over and over again in that little cage-like courtyard all day for a vain fantasy.

In the end, he found a good daughter-in-law for his son, which can be regarded as fulfilling his father's responsibilities, as for the future, it depends on his own creation.

Xiao Lie paused for a long time, and then continued walking.

Wuchen walked out of the Taoist temple, looked up at the barren grass behind the view, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he cultivated with his master on Dutian Peak, and watched the senior brother come out with a sword, and the sky was full of cloud swords.

Wuchen smiled lightly, the senior brother is old, he is already full of gray hair, and the master has already sat down, how many years has this sword not been seen, ten years? Or twenty years?

......

Xiao Yu didn't expect Xiao Lie to take action to solve these inner guards, he would take action afterwards, but he would never save Xiao Yu at that time.

After all, the two have been real masters for fifteen years, and in terms of understanding Xiao Lie, even Xiao Jin is difficult to compare with Xiao Yu.

The grass and wood sword that covered the sky fell with the momentum of a bow and arrow, if it was a free realm, how many swords could be used? Xiao Yu could understand what it means that one person can defeat a million divisions.

However, this group of internal guards also has their own uniqueness, if they fight alone, I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand Xiao Yu's sword, but thirteen people formed a formation, with the commander of the guards as the formation, and they actually carried Xiao Yu's first sword, although everyone was injured, but all of them were slightly injured.

This is the first time that Xiao Yu has turned a sword into ten million swords, although it is not comparable to Qiu Ye, but it was urged by him with Haoran Qi, and the power of it can be said that ordinary cultivators in the Void and Netherworld Realm will die if they touch it.

Although it was blocked, the ox hair sword qi contained in it took this opportunity to seep out of the bodies of several Ouchi guards, and the operation of the formation suddenly became stagnant.

On the other side, Xiao Yu's sword qi collided with the giant sword in the middle-aged Daoist's hand, and the sound was like thunder, and the ground under the middle-aged Daoist's feet shattered inch by inch.

The middle-aged Taoist was expressionless, as if he didn't see the rain of swords falling towards the Ouchi guards, he just waved the giant sword in his hand, and a round of crescent moon was cut out by the tip of the sword.

The giant sword carries the crescent moon sword qi to break through the air.

A handleless sword is a flying sword, and a greatsword is also a flying sword.

The flying sword broke through the air, cut the vitality, brought out a white tail mark, and went straight to Xiao Yu.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed the middle finger of the index finger of his right hand and the sword finger, and the sword finger pointed at Xiao Yu from afar, "The sword name is Tianlan." ”

The giant sword is almost half a person tall and one foot wide, and many cultivators can't even pick it up if they use their vitality to resist such a giant sword.

The sword aura was wanton and majestic, and there was a faint flash of fire in it. This sword was cast more than 100 years ago, the material is not the best, but it took ten years, the predecessor in the old Tianji Pavilion has been collecting the essence of earth fire for ten years and injecting it into it, but it has not yet been cast, the giant sword has been in flames, and when it is finally about to be cast, the famous sword casting master at that time jumped into the sword furnace to die the sword, and the sword was born. It was originally a sword in the palm of his hand, but it became a flying sword.

"Good sword, good name. ”

Xiao Yu chuckled, raised the long sword in his hand, and slapped the Tianlan giant sword with the sword body. "The name of the sword is broken. ”

Breaking the formation and raising his head, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword roared. Facing the Tianlan Sword coming from the front, he actually stabbed at the side of Tianlan after breaking the array.

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, instantly relieved, and slapped Tianlan from the side with the sword body ten times in a row for a while.

Tianlan roared sideways and passed by Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu's hand trembled slightly.

Xiao Yu's face was calm, and he said softly to himself: "Mother, look at my son's second sword, ten beats." ”

This is the sword given to him by Xiao Yu's mother.

He used this sword to knock down Yi and scattered three hundred iron horsemen.

Break the array, the name of the word brand. Also known as the ten-beat.

More than 20 years of spring and autumn, 8,000 miles of mountains and rivers.

The waves are full of smoke and waves, and the clouds are drunk and lying.

Who drinks alone under the moon?

The eastern capital listened to the song again, and the years were empty.

Qinghe is difficult to overcome, and there is little hatred for a long time, who can laugh at the floating life?

What can I do about it?

Xiao Yu turned his head, his gaze crossed the Tianlan that was slanted into the ground, and finally landed on a lonely grave.

That year, Meishan traveled together. Xiao Yu has never lost his mother, Xiao Lie has never lost his wife, and father and son have never been together.

Because there was a woman alive that year.

Her name is Fang Xuan.