A moment later.

The three of them returned to the Ice Knife Villa with the unconscious Tibetan Knife Ancestor.

"Grandpa! Father...... Ancestor! ”

"You, what did you do to my grandfather?"

A group of people from the Ice Knife Mountain Villa surrounded them, looking at the Tibetan Knife Ancestor who was covered in blood and even lost his spine, they were filled with righteous indignation, but they were afraid of Yang Gang's strength and did not dare to act rashly.

The surrounding Northland heroes were in an uproar.

What happened, the Hidden Sword Ancestor who was still good just now, a Grandmaster Ancestor who had achieved a hundred years of primordial gods, was beaten into a waste by the Sword Demon?

"Don't worry, he can't die."

Boom~~

Yang Gang threw the body of the Hidden Knife Ancestor to the ground.

Calmly and authentically:

"Yang said that today I just borrowed a knife.... I don't want to do much evil. ”

But if you don't listen, he'...... It's the end. Yang Gang pointed to the extremely miserable Tibetan Sword Ancestor, and his body did not exude any momentum, but a domineering aura was still heavily pressed in everyone's hearts.

After listening to the legend told by the person just now about thirty years ago, they already vaguely understood what a terrifying existence this seemingly 'ordinary' man in front of them was.

"No regrets." Yang Gang shouted.

"The disciple is here." Yang Wuregret hurriedly came out.

"Battle post."

"Yes."

A hint of excitement flashed in Yang Wuregret's eyes.

It's finally here!

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Taking out a gilded post from his arms, Yang Wuregret looked around and said loudly:

"Daxue Mountain, Yang Wudaunt, invited the giant god clan Heavenly Sword - Song Youqian, on the third day of the third month of March, on the Sifang City, to continue the battle thirty years ago."

What!

On the third day of the third month of March, on the city of the four directions, continue the battle of thirty years ago?

The onlookers were completely shocked on the spot.

Although they had heard some legends about the Sword Demon just now, when they were really faced with this news that was destined to shake the Northland, they were still incredulous, and their hearts surged with surging emotions.

After all, the majesty of the Heavenly Sword had been established in their hearts for decades.

On the third day of the third month of March, the city of the four directions ......

It will definitely gather and gather the eyes of everyone in the Northland!

"Please also ask the Ice Blade Mountain Villa to pass the post on your behalf, on the third day of the third month of March, my master will definitely be present and fight to the death with the Heavenly Sword." Yang Wuregret put the battle post in his hand on the Tibetan Sword Ancestor.

Then Zhi looked at the expressions of the people around him proudly, and his heart was excited.

I just want to use the prestige of the master to put on a good handful in front of everyone.

Yang Gang's voice rang out, "Blood Drinking Demon Knife Yang is temporarily borrowing for a while. Please forgive me for any interruptions...... No regrets, gone. ”

With that, he turned around and walked out of the villa.

The setting sun fell on him, gradually lengthening a domineering and lonely shadow.

Yan stunt, invite the heavenly sword.

The heart of the knife is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood.

Thirty years ago, there was a battle in the city of the four directions, and they slashed each other four times, and they were happy.

Today, thirty years later, the knife in your hand ...... Is it a little faster?

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Evening.

A small carriage carrying three people who were about to stir up the Northland left Ice Blade City.

Heading in the direction of the Four Directions.

The sky was getting darker, and the dark road ahead seemed to be buried with countless dangers, bloody rain, and bloody winds.

A legend about the Sword Demon.

Overnight, it spread all over the Northland.

In the year of the weak crown, the monument is lost. With a knife, protect a person.

In a desperate situation, he slashed four times in a row, and almost slashed the heavenly sword Song Youqi, who had cultivated to the peak, under the knife.

Thirty years later, he returned.

The two Beidi Dao Supremes are about to stage a peak battle again.

What kind of peerless style will it present?

On the third day of the first month of March, everyone in the city of Sifang was looking forward to the arrival of this day.

Of course.

There are also many who do not believe.

You say it's a knife demon or a knife demon? The ancestor of the Tibetan knife was unknown in the north, and he rarely had any achievements. If anyone can defeat him, they will be qualified to challenge the Heavenly Sword...... Isn't it smiling and generous?

Have you asked the gods of the giant god clan? Have you asked the countless young people in the Northland who worship the Heavenly Sword?

Suddenly, there were many new primordial god grandmasters, eager to try, wanting to stop the sword demon halfway and make a name for themselves in this grand event.

Merely.

Those who dared to stop in front of the carriage were all killed with a knife.

Time.

The terrifying, ruthless and powerful image of the sword demon has been completely established in the hearts of all beings in the Northland.

In the northern land, except for the heavenly sword, there are all ants!

Among the older generation in the Northland, the grandmasters who had witnessed the shocking battle back then were panicked in their hearts. It is doubtful that Yang Gang, who has lost the Northern Han Tribulation Monument, has the ability to fight the Heavenly Sword again.

I am also worried that the northland, which has been settled for 30 years, will have another bloody storm.

"The murder and robbery in all directions back then was really tragic...... Just because of a woman, a robbery monument, how many Yuan Shen Grandmasters fell into the Sifang City. "Facing the inquiries of the juniors, the Yuan Shen Grandmaster said with infinite emotion.

And Yang Gang's invitation to fight, under the escort of Ice Blade Villa, was successfully delivered to Song Youqian's hands.

looked at the seemingly plain, but hidden endless edge of the battle post.

He didn't question it, but looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.

"Good, good...... On this day, Song has been waiting for 30 years. ”

"You're finally back!"

Let's talk about it.

Declare a retreat.

Yang Gang was upright and upright, and specially asked people to send battle posts in advance. Naturally, he also has to face the battle in the best condition and cut out his own life...... The most brilliant sword!

Only then did it live up to this all-in-the-world battle!

And at this time.

There is still a month left until the third day of the third month of March.

On the tortuous road, Yang Wuregret was driving the car.

Yang Gang sat in the rickety carriage with the Blood Drinking Demon Knife on his knees, closing his eyes and recuperating.

In his heart, he silently thought about the changes after the four swords of the burning sky - the fifth sword.

This month was the preparation time he left for the Heavenly Sword.

It's also a deadline for yourself.

Since he wants to replace Zhao Ling, he will replace the gun demon with a sword demon. This time, he didn't plan to rely on any external force to defeat the Heavenly Sword in a dignified manner.

And thirty years have passed.

His strength has made great progress, and his talent and talent are also the ultimate in the world.

Will Song Youqian stop where he is and wait for him?

After that pinnacle showdown, it went through another thirty years of polishing. His 'Heavenly Sword' may have gone one step further, realizing the fourth and fifth swords after the 'Giant God'......

Long.

Yang Gang exhaled slowly, his eyes seemed to be a little confused.

He looked at Zhao Ling, who was holding a spear in his arms.

Suddenly asked, "Ah Ling, why do you keep holding this ordinary gun?" ”

Thirty years have passed.

The standard spears in the army have long been mottled and aged, and they may not be able to support a battle. But Zhao Ling still regards it as a treasure, wipes and maintains it every day, practices marksmanship, and never gets tired.

With such a heart and persistence, if it weren't for the fact that her talent was really poor, she would have already entered the realm of Zhengang.

Sometimes Yang Gang wondered if it was because of the influence of the Sitting Forgetting Dao Yun that Zhao Ling's cultivation speed was so slow.

"Because ......"

Zhao Ling silently stroked the spear and said in a low voice: "This spear was handed over to me by my father back then. Holding it, I can not forget the blood feud in the northern city. Hold it...... I felt a sense of peace in my heart. ”

"And not alone...... Alone. ”

"But I knew I couldn't do anything. With my talent, even if it's a hundred, a thousand years...... It will never be possible to avenge Linbei City and the Zhao family, and it will never be possible to defeat the first person in the North, the Heavenly Dao, Song Youqiao. ”

The faint voice was filled with a sense of loss.

She is a very strong person by nature, but God gave her a mediocre talent. Over the years, she has been unwilling to do so, and she has also made countless efforts.

This path of cultivation seems to be blocked, and it is difficult to move an inch.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered!" Yang Gang rubbed her hair and said softly.

"Hmm."

Zhao Ling raised his head, and Yingying's eyes looked at Yang Gang: "I believe that you will definitely be able to defeat the Heavenly Sword!" ”

Although she can't do it herself, she already has someone to rely on......

"I believe it too."

Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

The carriage swayed.

A month passed quickly.

Finally on this day.

The third day of March.

A hero of the Northland, a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, a young swordsman, and a master of the Yuan Shen...... Countless people from the Northland gathered outside the city, quietly waiting for the moment when the sword demon appeared.