What is Jianghu?

Acting chivalrous and righteous, doing the right thing for heaven, children of the rivers and lakes, happy and vengeful?

It was the peak of martial arts and the flourishing period of immortal industry. The earth is full of martial arts, and everyone worships immortals.

In this so-called land of rivers and lakes, there are swordsmen with swords on their backs and swordsmen carrying swords, as well as high-rollers from all walks of life. Every moment and everywhere, they are staging a series of bloody rivers and lakes.

Embark on the road of rivers and lakes, and be a lifelong person of rivers and lakes.

It is easy to enter the rivers and lakes, but it is difficult to retreat.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even in this barren village in the deep mountains and old forests, there are a few people from the rivers and lakes with swords on their backs today. Majestic and heroic, with a magnificent temperament, he leaps over the peasants in the countryside.

The name of the village is Xiaohe Village, but there are dozens of families, and there are hundreds of men, women and children. The villagers have been hunting and farming for generations, and it is not easy to live in this harsh environment with their hands.

When those Jianghu people came to the small village, they attracted the attention of many villagers, but they were worried about the anger of the Jianghu knights, but they only watched these people from a distance.

It wasn't until a few people from the rivers and lakes walked straight into a farmer's house that the villagers who were watching gradually dispersed.

There was only one unkempt uncle in the hut, dressed in coarse linen, but the most ordinary old peasant in the country. When the unkempt uncle saw those people at this time, dressed as swordsmen, he immediately stepped forward and greeted them with a smile.

He bowed and said, "Oh, a few heroes, I don't know what can help you?"

A middle-aged swordsman at the head looked around the hut with sharp eyes, and then said to the unkempt uncle: "This eldest brother, several of our brothers have been traveling for days, and we are really hungry and thirsty when we have traveled so far, I wonder if this eldest brother can get us something to eat?"

"Yes, yes. A few heroes later, Xiao Lao'er will go to prepare. The unkempt uncle smiled and beckoned a few people to sit down, and he entered the back room, with a burst of joy on his face.

Now that the situation in the rivers and lakes is turbulent, martial arts are prosperous, and cultivating immortals is even more crazy. In the depths of the mountains, they usually rarely see the Jianghu people who practice martial arts, if they serve well, ask them to teach a trick and a half, and have a plan for self-defense.

The joy on the unkempt uncle's face naturally couldn't hide the little caution in his heart, and the three young men with swords on their backs also looked disdainful of him.

How can this kind of native bun in the countryside be compared with the disciples of the great sect of the rivers and lakes like them, and being able to say a few words to them is already a blessing that the unkempt uncle has cultivated for several lifetimes, and he still wants to covet their martial arts?

The three young people looked like they were on top, but the middle-aged man still had an indifferent expression, staring coldly at the four corners of the hut. Wherever the eye sweeps, it causes a small turbulence of air currents.

He seemed to be searching for something, but he didn't find anything, but that was what he was most worried about!

His eyes were still coldly scanning the surroundings, and at this time, the unkempt uncle had already brought some food up, and said, "Little Lao'er, this only has some coarse tea and light rice, and I have wronged a few heroes." ”

"It doesn't matter. The middle-aged swordsman replied lightly.

But after saying that, the people did not eat. Quietly looking at those meals, the middle-aged man with his sword on his back laughed wildly.

"Hero, who are you?" The unkempt uncle's face also changed, and he looked at him in a panic.

The middle-aged swordsman put away his laughter, pointed to the food, and said to the unkempt uncle: "The dignified Huashan Xiaoyao Sword, it has been living with these things for ten years?

"Hero, what are you talking about, the little old man can't understand. Uncle Unkempt smiled awryly.

"Don't you understand?" The middle-aged man's eyes burst into a cold light, and he smiled darkly: "Then look at this!"

As he spoke, he turned into a sharp claw with one hand and took the unkempt uncle's right arm.

The unkempt uncle kicked his eyes and casually exclaimed: "Netherworld Killer!"

There was an immediate whirl under his feet, and he was purple and dusty. The unkempt uncle's body floated backwards, narrowly dodging the middle-aged swordsman's fatal blow.

Seeing that the unkempt uncle had hidden, the man was not angry, but stopped and looked at him. The corners of his mouth showed a hint of joy, and he said proudly: "Huashan faction's 'wind sends Zixia', what else do you have to quibble about on a snowy night?"

There was a hint of anger on the unkempt uncle's face, staring at the few sword-carrying people, and then he said lightly: "Feng has already retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, what do you mean by this?"

"Hahahaha, a snowy night, a snowy night, a retired river? In the first battle of the Huai River, you disappeared for ten years, let's find it!"

The middle-aged swordsman pulled out the sword on his body and said to the unkempt uncle Fengxue night: "Obediently hand over the "Heavenly Evil Sutra", and you will not die." ”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly on a snowy night, and it was always here that it was time to come. Originally, he wanted to seal the internal force and retreat in this barren mountain and forest, so that he could escape the pursuit of the Black Evil Hall, but now it seems that if he can't find the "Heavenly Demon Sutra", the Black Evil Hall will not give up.

At the time of the stalemate, Feng Xueye actually recalled the bloody battle ten years ago, the famous battle of the Huai River on the rivers and lakes.

At that time, the Demon Dao Netherworld gave the secret book of magic skills "Tiansha Sutra", which was obtained by the Black Demon Hall, and was escorting back to the helm with all its might. When the Huashan faction got the news, they ordered one of the four swords of Huashan, the "Easy Divine Sword", to lead a group of disciples to intercept it.

The battle finally began on the banks of the Huai River, and both sides tried their best to fight to the death. In the end, only Feng Xueye survived, but he was also seriously injured, and the Heavenly Demon Sutra was lost in that battle and his whereabouts are unknown.

So far, the wind and snow night has been chased and killed by the black evil hall, in order not to affect the Huashan faction, the wind and snow night came to this barren mountain village, sealed the internal force, and pretended to be an ordinary middle-aged uncle, and it was ten years later.

It's just that I didn't expect that the people of the Black Evil Hall still found out about him after all, and chased him to this point, forcing the whereabouts of the "Heavenly Evil Sutra".

The mind turned, and the eyes were calm and calm. Although it had been dormant for ten years and had not shown its edge, the momentum of this Huashan Sect's Easy Divine Sword at this time also shocked the hearts of those people in the Black Evil Hall.

"Go back, the Heavenly Evil Sutra is not with me. Ten years ago, the Huaihe River was warned, and its whereabouts have long been gone. The snowy night replied lightly.

Even though he said that, how could those people from the Black Evil Hall do it?

Besides, if he hadn't intercepted him in the middle of the snowy night ten years ago, the Black Demon Hall would not have lost the Heavenly Evil Sutra and would have been guilty of protecting the treasure, causing the Demon Dao Netherworld to drop its anger.

If you find a snowy night today, you are bound to kill you to the death, so you will stop!

The two sides knew that this was the case, so as soon as the words came out on the snowy night, the people in the Black Evil Hall drew their swords and aimed them at the snowy night, waiting for them.

"The old man will advise you again, leave quickly, and maybe you can save your life!" The wind and snow night warned sharply, but the people in the Black Evil Hall were unmoved.

"On a snowy night, since we entered this room, it has been doomed that only one of us will get out alive. ”

"Since you are looking for your own death, the old man will fulfill you!" Fengxue Ye had a feeling of uneasiness, so he immediately started to stop talking nonsense with those people.

Since this battle is inevitable, there is only one battle.

Although he was seriously injured back then and left behind a dark illness, with the strength of his dignified Huashan Divine Sword, it was still more than enough to deal with these demon sect demons.

At the moment, his hands were combined as sword fingers, and the sword aura was surrounded by sharp energy. First of all, he attacked the middle-aged swordsman who was the leader, and one after another sword qi shot out from the sword fingers of the wind and snow night, and the power was extraordinary, it was the Huashan faction's swordsmanship mastery "Killing Serial Three Immortal Sword".

Facing the fierce life-killing sword qi, the middle-aged swordsman led by him swung his sword excitedly and killed it, laughing and said: "Snowy night, ten years of retirement, do you still think you are the free sword of the year?"

"It's enough to take your life!" snorted coldly in the snowy night.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them have already fought together, although they are dressed in coarse linen and rags on a snowy night, unkempt, at this time, they use Huashan's peerless "Deadly Serial Three Immortal Sword", and their temperament is sublimated and heroic.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged swordsman's strength was also not bad, and in the face of the fierce sword qi attack on the snowy night, he skillfully resolved the sword qi of the snowy night with only a light sword. It can be seen that the swordsmanship of the middle-aged swordsman is also profound.

After some fighting, the sword qi of the wind and snow night was dissolved by the middle-aged swordsman, and then it was immediately surrounded by three other men, forming a triangle. Although the strength of the three of them was not as good as that of the middle-aged man, they used a set of joint fencing formations, which forced the wind and snow night into danger.

Under the persecution, the sword qi around the body of the wind and snow night was shaken, and the three swords were shaken away. The palm of his hand was close to his waist, and his eyes quickly fixed on the three people who were shocked by him.

With a wave of his right hand, he drew a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing from his waist. As soon as his body moved, he once again used Huashan's peerless "Deadly Serial Three Immortal Swords", the real serial three swords, the sword and sword killed.

The power of the sword moves was all condensed on the three attack points, and the sword momentum directly took the three young men. Seeing this, the middle-aged swordsman at the head just watched coldly, even if he wanted to make a move, it was not as fast as this fatal sword on a snowy night.

The sword light flashed, and the three young men were shaken open by the wind and snow, and they had not yet landed at this time. Suddenly, they saw a sword light coming towards them, and they didn't have time to dodge, so they had to resist with all their might, but the sword light flooded their eyes.

When they landed, the three of them were already standing there in a daze, their eyes were dilated, and their spirits had been discharged.

Half a breath later, a hair-thin sword mark appeared on the necks of the three people, and it was this sword mark that killed them, cut off the meridians, and extinguished their vitality.

Killing three masters with one sword, there is also some internal strength in the snowy night. I haven't used martial arts for ten years, and it seems that the power of this swordsmanship has really been greatly reduced, and I feel a lot of emotion in my heart on a snowy night.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged swordsman laughed out loud and said, "The power of Huashan's 'Deadly Serial Three Immortal Sword' is really amazing, but is your snowy night still the snowy night ten years ago?"

After that, the sword light suddenly rose, and it was actually a sword that stabbed towards the wind and snow night.

Feng Xueye's eyes were cold, and the cicada wing sword in his hand rose lightly, the sword body was flexible and changeable, like a silver snake, swallowing silver letters, constantly attacking the middle-aged swordsman, waiting for an opportunity to stab a blood hole in his body.

However, the middle-aged swordsman became more and more courageous, not afraid of the cold light of the cicada's winged sword, and the sword in his hand was even more open and closed, and the sword was close to the door of Fengxue Night, forcing Fengxue Ye to have to fight back.

After a fight, it was forced to switch from offense to defense on a snowy night, and gradually fell behind.

kicked on the middle-aged swordsman's life-killing sword, and the wind and snow night took advantage of the situation to retreat. Landing on the ground, he looked at the sword, and his face became gloomy.

Standing for a long time, Feng Xue Ye was figuring out the man's swordsmanship in order to come up with a way to crack it.

However, before he could come up with the enemy-breaking sword technique, he suddenly exclaimed: "Netherworld Sword Technique! ”

To be able to make the Netherworld Sword Technique so powerful, only the Demon Sect's "Black Evil God Monarch" Mo Wentian.

Feng Xueye looked at the middle-aged swordsman in shock, and his face became even more difficult to look at from then on.

"Black Evil God Monarch" Mo Wentian became famous ten years ago, and he has been obsessed with swordsmanship all his life, and he can be described as obsessed with swords. Before he became famous, he was already a well-known sword maniac in the Demon Sect, and he once asked the masters of the Demon Sect for swordsmanship.

After the swordsmanship was completed, he was even more frenzied to kidnap Zuo Rongrong, the daughter of Zuo Buxiu, the head of Songshan, and forced Zuo Buxiu to compete with him. After a fierce battle, although Mo Wentian's sword technique was endless, he was hit by the endless cold ice divine palm of Zuo, and fled back to the Black Evil Hall in embarrassment to retreat and recuperate.

Now that the wind and snow night are competing with him, he realizes that this Mo Wentian's swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to ten years ago.

Feng Xueye was also shocked in his heart, although he had not used a sword in ten years, but his martial arts still retained eight/ninety, he didn't expect Mo Wentian to be able to make him fall behind.

Xindao, if Mo Wentian is allowed to fight with Zuo Buzhi now, then the victory or defeat should be between two and two. However, the people of the Demon Sect are scheming and vicious, and if they really fight to the death, they are afraid that Zuo Buxiu is no longer Mo Wentian's opponent.

This also made the snowy night have to use all their strength against the enemy.

"Wind and Snow Night, aren't you surprised?Why is my Netherworld Sword Technique so powerful?" Mo Wentian laughed wildly and said, "Because I have already practiced the Netherworld Sword Technique to the Transformation Realm, and I have comprehended the origin of the Netherworld Sword Dao!"

"I see. Feng Xueye nodded silently and said: "Netherworld Sword Technique, Immortal Family Classics!"

In this world, martial arts practice is prosperous, and all kinds of martial arts are emerging in an endless stream, with different levels and heights. However, above the martial arts rivers and lakes, there is another type of rivers and lakes, that is, the immortal road rivers and lakes.

The martial arts rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes of those who practice martial arts, and the disputes and entanglements of those who practice martial arts, while the rivers and lakes of the immortal path are the rivers and lakes of those who cultivate immortals. The two types of rivers and lakes do not interfere with each other and do their own thing.

However, as the years go by, because some people enter the Tao with martial arts, they practice martial arts and become immortals. Martial arts and immortal Dao also gradually have some connections, the martial arts sect belongs to the Xiandao sect, and the immortal sect appropriately protects the martial arts sect and gives some inheritance classics.

And the previous Black Demon Hall was the subordinate sect of the Immortal Dao Sect Netherworld Sect in the martial arts rivers and lakes. Like the Huashan Sect and the Wuyue Sword Sect, they are all subordinate to the Shushan Sword Sect in the Immortal Dao Sect, but the Immortal Dao and the Martial Dao only have occasional negotiations.

Whether it is the Immortal Dao or the Martial Dao, the survival and decline of the sect always depends on its own strength.

Although they will not interfere with each other, but the immortal sect can pass down some immortal martial arts classics, if the martial arts can be enlightened, with martial arts into the Tao, then by the immortal sect into the door, become a person who cultivates immortals.

The Netherworld Sword Technique that Shicai Mo asked the angel to come out of is a martial arts classic handed down by the Netherworld Sect of the Immortal Dao Sect. And Mo Wentian was able to train him to the realm of transformation and comprehend the origin of swordsmanship, which shows that his comprehension is very high, and he has the hope of being promoted to a person who cultivates immortals.

Although Feng Xueye's face did not change, he also knew what it meant, and he was able to practice the immortal swordsmanship to perfection, so he could imagine how powerful Mo Wentian's swordsmanship should be. This battle is bound to not be easy.

"On a snowy night, it's time for you to use your carefree swordsmanship. Mo Wentian held his sword and pointed at the wind and snowy night and laughed wildly.

Since the Netherworld Sword Technique was completed, Mo Wentian has rarely encountered opponents. The only one that can match it, I'm afraid there is only the Huashan Four Swords of the Huashan faction, but the other three swords are all high in the dangerous peak of Huashan, if you kill Huashan, I am afraid that with the strength of Mo Wentian, under the siege of the three swords of Huashan, there is only hatred.

And now that he has found the snowy night that has been missing for ten years, the Easy Sword of the Four Swords of Huashan, Mo Wentian naturally will not let go of this opportunity easily. It's not so much that he was ordered to come to capture Fengxue Ye this time, but that he came to fight Fengxue Ye.

At this moment, facing Mo Wentian, who was strong in swordsmanship, Feng Xueye's heart was calm, and the cicada wing sword in his hand danced flexibly, dancing a sword shadow in the sky.

"Since you want to die, then today I will let you see the power of the Easy Sword Technique!"

"Come on, use all your means, and see if your Freedom Sword is strong, or my Nether Sword is strong?" Mo Wentian shouted excitedly, and his momentum was also mentioned to the apex, and the sword momentum was the same as that of a snowy night.

Both of them are trying their best to condense their sword qi, ready to be released, and they are about to attack.

Standing with a sword, the form is not moving, but the heart is already fighting desperately.

The breeze that rushed into the house suddenly swirled, turning into wind blades that flew and slashed in the air, shaking the roof and occasionally dropping a little dust. The dead leaves fell, and they were crushed with them.

Gradually, both of them silently closed their eyes and stood with their swords. The wind blades in the air were still frantically colliding with each other, and the two of them were also slashed by the wind blades from time to time, but they were only in tattered clothes and failed to hurt the enemy.

After fighting for a long time, a sudden wave of qi broke out between the two, shaking the two back to both sides and retreating a few steps in a row. Then they looked at each other, and they all vomited a mouthful of blood.

It seems that there is a battle of internal strength, but it is a tie.

"Well, it deserves to be the Easy Sword that has been famous ten years ago. ”

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead had a smile on his face. The name of the sword maniac is not in vain, and when he encounters a stronger opponent, the more he can stimulate his combat power, and his swordsmanship is also a great display of his might.

The face of the wind and snow night was cold, and the cicada wing sword in his hand suddenly danced at high speed, and in the blink of an eye, the sword shadow was all over the wind and snow night, like falling fireworks and ice flowers.

"Thorn!" burst out of his mouth, and he stabbed at Mo Wentian with the sword shadow of ice and fire in the sky.

Mo Wentian was also a sword light burst, and the sword in his hand turned into a black dragon of electric light, the black dragon emitted black smoke, and also turned into countless tiny black dragons, opening their teeth and dancing claws, and pounced on the wind and snow night.

"Kill!"

With a loud roar in Mo Wentian's rough voice, his sword collided with the sword of the wind and snow night. The sword shadow of ice and fire faced the black smoke electric dragon in the sky, and the two collided, like an exploding air mass, quickly submerging the two of them.

The lightning and stone fire, the sword shadow returned to the ruins, the black smoke dissipated, and the figures of the two appeared in the hut again.

It's just that compared with before, the snowy night and Mo Wentian at this time are much more embarrassing. His clothes had become tattered, and there were hundreds of sword wounds on his body, some of which even revealed white bones, which was terrifying.

"One hundred and thirty-two wounds, and you have left one hundred and thirty-two wounds on me. I have left one hundred and forty-seven wounds on you. Mo Wentian counted the sword wounds all over his body, suddenly sighed, and said, "It's a pity that I couldn't give you a fatal blow!"

"You only know that your Netherworld Sword Technique is an immortal swordsmanship, but you don't know that my Carefree Sword Technique is also an immortal swordsmanship. As early as ten years ago, I had already practiced the Easy Sword Technique to the Transformation Realm, ten years before you entered the Dao with a sword!"

After the wind and snow night was finished, when there was a loud sound, the sword in Mo Wentian's hand finally came out of his hand and fell to the ground. He was the one who fell, his heavy body shaking the ground into a cloud of dust.

Feng Xueye hurriedly clicked on a few acupuncture points on his body at this time, but after all, the injury was too serious, and the sword qi in his body was Netherworld, and the wound had begun to flow out of a trace of black blood. Feng Xueye's face was distorted, and he frowned slightly.

Just as he got up and walked out, Mo Wentian, who fell to the ground, sneered with difficulty: "Wind and snow night, do you think you will win like this?"

Not good! Feng Xue Ye secretly said in his heart.

Then a pleasant whistle sounded, Mo Wentian laughed twice, and then the laughter stopped abruptly. Feng Xueye forcibly suppressed the injury and rushed out.

At this time, I found a person standing at the door.