By the time everyone from Yijian Villa arrived at the Buried Sword Valley, it was already three days later. Lin Manliu looked around, and everything was similar to what he saw when he was lost.

It's still the same dilapidated village, and even the tree stump where he tied Xiaohuang is still the same at the entrance of the village.

But the only thing that has changed is that at the entrance of the village at this time, the disciples of Sword Casting Peak are standing side by side. The middle-aged man who was supposed to be taking care of the deacon here stepped forward and stepped forward.

glanced at Lu Fengbai, then clasped his fists and saluted: "We have received a message from the valley master, you can enter the Valley of the Buried Sword by yourself, and no one will ask..."

Lu Fengbai didn't speak, and the man just wanted to continue talking, but he saw the owner of Yijian Villa in front of him move his position.

From behind him came a black-clad suit, along with a dozen or so guards of his age. The deacon, who was in charge of guarding the Valley of the Buried Sword, changed his eyes several times, and his mouth opened and closed several times.

Finally, he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Wang... Angkor... It's really you! The two older guards behind Eleven just hugged their fists at the man and didn't say a word.

Immediately, the middle-aged deacon took a step back, and was about to bow to the black-clothed man in front of him.

In the next moment, Eleven's arm was dragged.

"Miss is back," the middle-aged deacon sobbed silently. Eleven said: "There is no relationship between me and the Sword Casting Peak, and today I will only take you elders back to the Buried Sword Valley..."The middle-aged deacon hurriedly raised his sleeves, wiped away the tears on his face, and then immediately moved to the right.

"There is no mention in the letter that the young lady is there... I'm an old fool... Brother Wang and Angkor are here, I should have thought of it..."Eleven shook his head and said: "No matter who comes today, the fallen leaves always have to return to their roots..."

"Miss... Why don't you go..."The middle-aged deacon's face was filled with a hint of joy, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the black clothes in front of him.

He still remembered that more than ten years ago, even though the Sword Casting Peak had been sealed, the valley lord would still take them back to the peak every festival.

At that time... Where there are the most people, there is always a little girl in a goose yellow dress. She is everyone's intimate little padded jacket, no matter who will circle around her.

From time to time, Uncle would pick up the little girl and let her ride on his shoulder, thinking to everyone that it was just the granddaughter of the eldest brother and his granddaughter!

As long as the little girl smiled, everyone up and down the Sword Casting Peak seemed to feel that all these years of suffering were worth it!

Closing the mountain, what is the big reason. Isn't it all for these juniors to grow up safely?

Later, the little girl grew up. She also began to learn swords, and her swordsmanship, in Joeber's words.

It is the first person who has never been seen before, and there will be no one in the future! Even so, whenever they returned to the peak, everyone would still revolve around this strange woman who had grown up.

I saw her yellow dress and sword, and as soon as she came out of the sheath, she was like a butterfly in the mountains, flying in all directions. When it comes to collecting the sword, the sword of the Sword Casting Peak is already full of strength, and no one can match it.

By the time she went down the mountain to practice, she had been learning swords for eleven years. The words of the woman in black interrupted the middle-aged deacon's memories of the past.

"It's just that they're not leaving...", this kind of reply is inevitably disappointed, but I still keep it in my heart.

The middle-aged deacon spoke up: "Miss can go by herself, but you still need to remind Master Lu Zhuang and his disciples that what you see and see in the Buried Sword Valley is meaningless to the outside world, and you can't take it out, and you can't take it away..." When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately bowed and said, "Yes, Miss..." Lin Manliu took a step forward, stood side by side with his master, and then looked behind him together.

"Fengbai, if you stay with me for a while, you will catch up with you!" Eleven spoke out. Lu Fengbai snorted, looked at the young man and said, "Don't be in a hurry to catch up, the affairs of Southern Xinjiang are mostly a formality, if you feel something different along the way, take care of yourself first!" Lin Manliu nodded in response: "Hmm!" Man Liu will definitely take care of himself first! After listening to the young man's reply, Lu Fengbai looked at Eleven.

"No matter what the result is, Dangting is waiting for you!" As soon as these words came out, the woman in black pursed her lips in front of everyone.

"Didn't he specifically instruct him, can you take these away... Annoying individuals..."

"Manliu, tell me, I need him to wait?" The short-shirted young man was speechless for a moment, and the middle-aged deacon not far behind him smiled wryly.

Miss, it's still the same as it was back then... Very good. The woman in black had to sigh: "Hey, the apprentice has grown up, and he won't face the master anymore... The elbow began to turn out..."Lin Manliu hurriedly said: "How can there be! Fang Cai is scolding the old liar in his heart! ”

"That's right! You should read the good of the master and the bad of him! Eleven smiled, stretched out his hand, and began to scratch the boy's head.

Lu Fengbai said loudly: "Then I will continue to travel west with the rest of the disciples, take care!" Eleven looked at Lu Fengbai and said the same thing: "Take care!" After seeing Lu Fengbai and the others leave, Lin Manliu and his master turned around and walked towards the village, all the way towards the place where the Buried Sword Valley was located.

About half a pillar of incense's kung fu, together with those old Si clan departments, reached before the Buried Sword Valley. It is still like the scenery when I first saw him when I was young, and thousands of blades were erected on both sides of the valley, and the scene of chaos made everyone feel that this place was an abandoned sword mound.

A figure flashed in Lin Manliu's mind, it was Ning Ke who was dressed as a man. The young man said, "Master, Mr. Mo's nephew and I met here by chance..."The woman in black beside him smiled and took his hand.

"Go in again, are you afraid?" Lin Manliu replied decisively: "With the master here, don't be afraid!" On the way before, the short-shirted young man told the master and the old Si clan behind the two of them all about what he had seen at that time.

When the mysterious man's moves and sword habits were fully revealed, only the master remained calm.

And those old Si clan members all looked nervous and incredulous. Because with Lin Manliu's description, they can only associate one person.

A Sword Casting Peak Mountain Master whose whereabouts have long been unknown, or who has been told by others to be dead... Eleven said loudly: "You are here, allow me to call my uncle and uncle again... No matter what happens in the valley next, you have to follow my arrangement, okay? Everyone nodded in response, clenching their blades.

Because according to Lin Manliu's description, the person who hides in the valley must have fallen into madness in his mind, and he should not be treated by ordinary people.

After the woman in black finished speaking, she also held up the Xia Ming cicada in her hand and began to walk towards the Valley of the Buried Sword. Lin Manliu also drew his sword out of the sheath early, lifted the mountain with his left hand, and held the standard long sword in Zhuangzhong with his right hand.

There was no sound in the valley except the footsteps of the people. The silence seemed to be empty, but the sharp blades on both sides of the mountain road pierced into the ground and cliff walls, revealing that there was something different in the valley.

The man who was called Brother Wang at the entrance of the village whispered: "Miss, when I visited the Buried Sword Valley in the early years, I didn't abandon my sword so much here... "In the past, when Sword Casting Peak was still at its peak, there would only be more forgers forging swords than now, and after the sword appreciation accident, there were even more here than in previous years, which made them not suspicious?"

Lin Manliu replied in a low voice, "Hmm... Master, more than last year... A little off! Eleven said loudly: "Then there is only one possibility, without Grandpa Qiao knowing, there are still people forging swords and sending them to the Valley of Buried Blades... Or maybe someone is forging a sword in the Valley of the Buried Sword! "Forge a sword in the Valley of the Buried Sword?

Just when everyone was thinking, the originally silent Buried Sword Valley suddenly remembered a sound of breaking the air!

Whoosh - a snow-white long sword spun out from the side of everyone, and Eleven immediately shouted, "Retreat!" With such a familiar sword move, everyone present was shocked and began to scatter and dodge.

The sword is flying lonely! The snow-white long sword spun too fast, and one of them reacted a little slower, almost too late to dodge.

The woman in black immediately urged Xia Mingcia in her hand, and swept out with a sword! The sword is at the end of the Yellow Dragon! In an instant, Xia Mingcicada collided with the snow-white long sword!

In the next moment, Eleven's wrist twisted, and then twisted the hilt of the sword. The snow-white long sword was Xia Mingcicada

"Swallowed" into it, and then the long sword shattered on the spot. Lin Manliu looked at the long sword that was shattered on the ground, wasn't it the daytime imitation sword?

The short-shirted boy immediately shouted, "Master, here!" Eleven shouted loudly: "Defend yourself first, don't attack rashly, and leave the matter of seeking the enemy to me!" The old Si clan shouted in unison: "Yes! While everyone was speaking, several strong winds blew, one, two, three... At this moment, from the dim valley, four daytime imitation swords flew out and threw them at all parts of the crowd.

Lin Manliu was shocked, this situation was completely different from the last time he came. At that time, he and Ning Ke were both able to barely deal with the strange man.

At this moment, I don't see him, but I feel a sense of oppression that I have never felt before. In terms of momentum, the strange man has become stronger, and from the initial perception of the young man, he is even comparable to Liu Mei and Na Xuehou.

Lin Manliu handed out a sword and took the lead in blocking a daytime imitation sword. He was just about to remind those old Si clans behind him, but he felt that it was not necessary.

Perhaps because of these two shots, these people are even more convinced of the identity of the people in the valley, and they don't need to shout how Eleven how.

The three or two people formed a mess of their own, and the sword momentum of the Sword Forging Peak in their hands was handed out one by one, and they cooperated quite tacitly. In just a moment, the danger of the four swords was resolved.

Eleven watched the surroundings vigilantly, and the Xia Ming Cicada in his hand was always in front of him, waiting for the next shot in this valley.

Just as the crowd was about to close close, there was a sound of heavy footsteps in their northwest direction.

Step-step-step-step-step was accompanied by a low roar!

"Soldiers of the world... All out... Forged Sword Peak... Soldiers of the world... All folded... Buried Sword Valley..."