In the seventh year, in May, in the first half of Muyue, Nangong Xuanwu stood and slept on the second night.

At nightfall, the full moon had just risen in the camp of the Iron Mercenary Corps.

The desert oases at night are not all dead and silent, with bonfires burning under a few dead trees.

Not far away, on the edge of the haystack, several camels were lying down to rest, and on the side of the camels, there were also large and small goods piled up, which were the goods that the Crazy Iron Mercenary Corps would escort tomorrow.

A number of strange cargo owners and business travelers, they sat on both sides, dressed differently, a middle-aged man with a turban on the left pressed his heart, recalling the danger encountered before, the sandstorm came as soon as he said, recalling that scene I am still weak, and the others also nodded with palpitations, the middle-aged man turned on the kettle, he could only suppress the shock by drinking water.

Then, the middle-aged man held up the kettle in his hand to the old leader of the crazy iron, and solemnly thanked him, and the middle-aged man said: "If you hadn't let us take the sand boat, we would really have died in the storm this time." ”

The old leader of the Crazy Iron raised the mutton roasted on the bonfire and said, "It's so polite, you see, I saved you, we got a big order, and everyone is mutually beneficial." ”

The middle-aged man said: "We really can't ask for your Crazy Iron Mercenary Corps to escort the goods, you tell us that where thieves haunt the most, we can avoid the least risks." The seemingly peaceful desert is actually full of dangers, fierce beasts, violent sandstorms, and horse bandits from all walks of life, but I am glad to meet you this time. ”

Helping each other is the rule of survival for the desert traveling merchants, the middle-aged man is sad and happy at the same time, he says that he misses his hometown, he hums a little song of his hometown as he speaks, this is still the blessing song that his mother taught him to sing when he was a child.

With his singing, the people around were touched, singing and dancing is the best comfort for the rest of their lives after the festival, everyone sang, and some people took out a small drum to accompany everyone, the drum sounded, the drum sound from sad to cheerful, people re-energized, many people followed the dance, their dancing posture was not good-looking, some turned in circles, some were in a hurry, but they were very happy.

The bonfire burned even more intensely, and several Men in Black killers flew in from a distance, standing in the moonlight and watching the scene, these people were immersed in joy and did not notice the arrival of several Men in Black killers.

Until the middle-aged man was tired of singing and stopped, several black-clothed masters instantly slaughtered the crowd, and the people gathered in front of the bonfire instantly fell into panic and let out one scream after another. Even more terrifying than Sandstorms and thieves is the raid of the Bounty Hunter, the Men in Black killer.

At this moment, Nangong Xuanwu, Prince Xuan, Dugu Jialuo, Princess Goya, and Bai Yulong, who were in the distance of the city wall, rushed over when they heard the sound, and several black-clothed killers saw the five people coming, and they didn't love to fight, leaving behind the bodies of several business travelers, and they jumped into the air one by one to escape from the station of the mercenary group.

The five of them chased the bounty hunters of the black-clothed killers into the desert in the dark night, and after the five of them chased into the desert, the old leader of the Crazy Iron watched the people of the merchant brigade fall into a panic, hurriedly calmed down, and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm ......."

A moment later, one part of the city wall shattered.

The leader of the Crazy Iron Mercenary Regiment, the old leader of the Crazy Iron Band, changed his face drastically, and followed everyone to look towards the shattered city wall.

On the cracked city wall, the black-robed archmage and the old man Sanjie were far away, and in the left hand of the black-robed archmage, there was a little boy, this little boy was the grandson of the old man Sanjay!

The black-robed archmage looked at the old man Sanjie coldly and said, "Tell Nangong Xuanwu that if he doesn't come to the top of the snow-capped mountains of the Himalayan Himalayas alone, then let your grandson die on the top of the snow-capped mountains of the Himalayas!" ”

Old man Sanjay stared at the black-robed archmage in the air, "It seems that in order to kill a young man, you Ganges Guran Academy are really unscrupulous!" Ask you, Archmage, to catch a little boy who is defenseless. ”

"Unscrupulous?" The black-robed archmage snorted coldly and said, then the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of sarcasm, and then said, "If that kid hadn't killed the genius descendants of the Mani family in the first place, why did he fall to this point? ”

And at this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from below, "Put down my children of the Crazy Iron Mercenary Regiment!" ”

As this voice fell, the old leader of the Crazy Iron swung his long sword, jumped into the air, and a sword light shot up into the sky, slashing straight towards the black-robed archmage.

In the air, a sneer appeared on the corner of the black-robed archmage's mouth, and he pressed his right hand down slightly.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the sword light shattered, and at the same time, the long sword in the hand of the old leader of the crazy iron was instantly taken out of his hand, and was carried away into the air by the fighting spirit of the black-robed archmage, and in an instant, the long sword turned the tip of the sword and fell straight towards the old leader of the crazy iron below, as if it wanted to take the life of the old leader of the crazy iron.

Dugu Jialuo suddenly appeared in the distance of the old leader of the crazy iron in the air, Dugu Jialuo drew the longbow and shot an air arrow, the air arrow shot extremely accurately on the long sword, and the power that pierced the long sword of the old leader of the crazy iron was unloaded cleanly, and then, the long sword fell steadily in front of the old leader of the crazy iron.

The old leader of Crazy Iron was about to make another move, but was stopped by Old Man Sanjay, but Old Man Sanjay's own hands were clenched tightly, after all, the difference in strength between the old leader of Crazy Iron and the black-robed archmage was too great, and if he shot again, he was afraid of accidents......

"Let Nangong Xuanwu come to the top of the snow-capped mountains in the Himalayas alone, or collect the body of your little grandson!"

After saying that, the black-robed archmage laughed a few times, carried the little boy in his left hand, like an eagle carrying a chicken, turned around and flew into the air.

By the time Dugu Jialuo and Nangong Xuanwu in the distance rushed to the second elder, the black-robed archmage had already flown far away......

Previously, Nangong Xuanwu, Prince Xuan, Dugu Jialuo, Princess Goya, and Bai Yulong chased the black-clothed killer, and after chasing them out of the desert for a distance of several thousand meters, they felt deceived, and seemed to have fallen into the other party's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, so the five of them divided into two ways, and Dugu Jialuo, who flew the fastest, hurriedly returned to the station, and Nangong Xuanwu, who was good at physical combat, followed by Dugu Jialuo.

The other three, Princess Goya, White Jade Dragon, and Prince Twilight, continue to go deep into the desert to pursue the Men in Black killer......

In the end, Dugu Jialuo still rushed back, one step too late.

The wind and sand of the dark night hide endless conspiracies, a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, as far as the mind can see, the slightest negligence has been .......

Early the next morning, Nangong Xuanwu left a letter to the old man Sanjie, telling them that he went to the Himalayas alone to make an appointment, after all, this matter was caused by himself, so he Nangong Xuanwu should bear it alone.

After several days of trekking, Nangong Xuanwu came to the Himalayas and stopped at a cliff stream more than 1,000 meters away from the top of the snow-capped mountain.

He looked not far away, and in front of him was the black-robed archmage. The black-robed archmage glanced at Nangong Xuanwu coldly and said, "Stinky boy, you are really fateful!" ”

Nangong Xuanwu glanced around the cliff and mountain stream and said, "What about the little boy?" ”

The black-robed archmage pointed to the steep mountain wall not far away.

Nangong Xuanwu looked in the direction pointed by the black-robed archmage, and on the steep mountain wall in the distance, there was a huge pine tree growing from the crack in the stone of the mountain wall, and on the pine tree, a little boy was hanging.

It's the grandson of old Sanjay!

Seeing the grandson of the old man Sanjie being hanged, Nangong Xuanwu's expression instantly turned cold, he turned his head to look at the black-robed archmage in front of him, and said in a cruel voice: "You black dog, you are still not human?" To deal with a child who is only a few years old with such a despicable means! ”

The voice fell, and Nangong Xuanwu's whole person rushed towards the black-robed archmage and shouted: "Dragon Fist."

The black-robed archmage's eyes narrowed slightly, his feet touched the ground lightly, and in an instant, his whole person retreated back dozens of meters.

Nangong Xuanwu's punch missed, he did not continue to pursue the black-robed archmage, but jumped forward, jumping towards the little boy on the mountain wall, he was very fast, like a spirit ape, and after a while, he came to the huge pine tree where the little boy was.

And at this moment, the void image of a black-robed archmage jumped high, and the dark green fighting qi on his body turned into a void image, and the huge void image fell from the sky, extremely fast, this fall, like a mountain crushing over, giving people an extremely domineering sense of oppression!

Nangong Xuanwu retracted his gaze, at this moment, he lost the opportunity to make a move, it should be said that his position has a natural disadvantage!

Nangong Xuanwu didn't dodge!

Because the two fight, especially the battle between masters, is a momentum, whoever is weak will be suppressed!

And at this moment, he doesn't want to be suppressed!

Nangong Xuanwu's eyes slowly closed.

Rumble!

An invisible momentum erupted violently with Nangong Xuanwu as the center!

Punch!

This fist force forcibly blocked the coercive momentum exerted by the huge void image on the top of Nangong Xuanwu's head, but the huge void image that the black-robed archmage had conjured with his fighting qi did not stop, on the contrary, his speed became even faster!

When the huge void image came to the top of Nangong Xuanwu's head about half a meter, he stomped down violently.

With a loud "boom", a domineering and incomparable force was like a volcanic eruption, gushing out from the huge soles of the void image, and the powerful force forcibly exploded the cliff at the foot of Nangong Xuanwu.

At this time, Nangong Xuanwu swung out his fists, and with a "boom", the sound of the fist resounded through the cliffs and mountain streams, and a fist rose to the sky!

There was silence for a moment, and then there was a loud "boom".

A terrifying sound suddenly sounded from the cliff mountain stream, and immediately after, a huge energy fluctuation shook out of the air like water waves!

At the same time, the huge void image dissipated directly in mid-air, and Nangong Xuanwu was shocked and fell to the bottom of the snow-capped mountain cliff of the cliff stream by the blasting force of the void image.

When Nangong Xuanwu, who kept falling, looked at the bottom of the cliff at a glance, the pendant "Junyu Xinghe Diagram" hanging on his body instantly generated an upward traction force, dragging him to the top of the snow-capped mountain.

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The top of the snow-capped mountain, magnificent,

Four seasons of winter, wrapped in silver,

The mountains are continuous, and the clouds are ten thousand miles away,

Snow-capped, non-hometown snow,

Lotus plate, into the concentration of the mind,

A person alone is Xuanwu.

Nangong Xuanwu is on the highest mountain on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the Himalayas, and there is only a small piece of flat stone just enough for him to do cross-legged.

I don't know how long it has been, I don't know how many times it snowed, I don't know how many winds have blown......

Nangong Xuanwu slowly opened his eyes, and the phantom of a Han Dynasty general wearing white armor - General Huo Qubing appeared in front of him.

After the two glanced at each other, General Huo Quzhi turned around, pointed to the sky with his index finger and middle finger, drew the fairy spirit sword qi in the air, and wrote the following sword score with one stroke and one word at a time:

Zhige swordsmanship, originated from China,

Attack as defense, defense as offense,

Chasing the shape of the stab, endless,

One heart and ten thousand thoughts, and ten thousand swords in the heart,

There is no self, there is no boundary, there is no end,

No hate, no love, no phase,

The heart of the sword is straight, and the heart is righteous for life,

Awaken the heart, the heart is guarded,

The sun is shining in spring, the east wind is thawing,

Sharpen the sword qi, and the righteousness is the attack,

Stop the state of mind, dust and dust,

Liyu spirit, formless and shadowless,

The sword energy is endless, the obsession is endless,

A thought of life and death, return to heaven and recreate,

Carrying darkness on your back, your heart toward the light.

After the stroke, Huo Quai's phantom disappeared in an instant, and the words in the air turned into immortal sword qi, flying into Nangong Xuanwu's body one after another.

After that, Nangong Xuanwu stood up, flew down lightly from the mountain, and flew to the cliff in the distance to find the grandson of the old man Sanjie!

Seven Words Summary:

The black-clothed killer came to raid, and the tiger left the mountain in the heart.

The five people feel the crisis, and Garo can quickly turn back,

The black-robed mage used means to rob Sanjay's grandson,

Xuanwu went to the rescue alone and was plotted to fall off the cliff.