On a verdant green rice field, Jiang Ye rode the breeze and swords, comfortably heading north.

At his feet, there were countless people who were planting seedlings, wearing straw hats, facing the morning light, looking at Jiang Ye in amazement.

Flying away from the sky, this kind of immortal method is really rare in their eyes, and it is enough to be able to look at it from a distance once in a lifetime.

"Is that Young Master Chu?" A woman in a rice paddy field asked as she rolled up her trouser legs and sweated on her face.

"I look like it." A shirtless man in his thirties wiped his sweat.

"I said Xiaohu,, look at it, let's plant your seedlings well." A small, delicate-looking, wrinkled woman.

So the three of them lowered their heads in silence and looked at the seedlings in their hands.

People are born unequal, who doesn't want to live this kind of chic and wanton life, and who wants to struggle in the mud field for a lifetime?

It's just that fate is like this, and there is nothing to be done.

How narrow is one's path? It's so narrow that you can't choose, you can only succumb to it for the sake of life.

When Jiang Ye heard this, he couldn't help but lower his head.

The world is like this, as long as you protect yourself, why pity other people's lives.

To the south of the rice field, in Peach Blossom Town, seven black-robed men lined up in a wild goose formation, brushing towards Jiangye.

And in the middle of the seven people, surrounded by a man in a green shirt, eight people galloped towards Jiang Ye like a broken wave.

And Jiang Ye still drove the sword unhurriedly, and did not have a trace of change in his expression because of their arrival.

All he was waiting for was for them to come up and he could catch them all, and if he was able to escape, he didn't want to cause trouble for someone after all.

When there were still dozens of zhang away from Jiang Ye, seven black-robed men threw out the octagonal meteor dart in their hands in unison.

Dozens of darts struck Jiang Ye, forming a curtain in front of him, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

He didn't want to run away, the peony in his right arm slid down, and was held in his hand, and then he split it, and split a hanging in front of him, and the rice field was also blown up with a splash, and the mud splashed.

It just so happened that there was a small hill nearby, which was able to block the view of the people who were planting seedlings. So he crossed his sword and landed on the other side of the hill, stepping onto the green meadows of spring, waiting for those who came to hunt him down.

Seven black-robed men had surrounded him, and the man in the green shirt, who was as thin as a rod and angular in the green shirt, stood in front of him.

The nine people stood quietly, and none of them made a move, and after a long confrontation, the man in the green shirt slowly spoke, "Do you know why I want to kill you?"

"Do you need a reason to kill someone?" Jiang Ye laughed in surprise.

"Yes, you really don't need a reason to kill someone, but since I'm here to kill you, there must be a reason." The man in the green shirt said sharply.

"Then I'm going to have to hear who's going to kill me." Jiang Ye smiled faintly.

"Your mind is indeed strong, and you still don't have a trace of timidity in the face of so many people, and I can't even see that you are a little panicked or uncomfortable." The man in the green shirt said solemnly.

Jiang Ye's hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock, his eyes were flat and loose, and the whole person was like an old monk, only his hair fluttered.

Such a person can only do it if he is accustomed to fighting or has an extremely strong mind, and if he doesn't make a move now, he hasn't found a chance to make a move. If it can make him tremble, or make his spirit frightened, then his weakness will be revealed.

"Because I know you're going to die." Eye Road.

Jiang Ye was not without fear, his palms were already sweating, and beads of sweat flowed down with the hilt of his sword. But he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe deeply, he couldn't even blink.

Because the swordsman often distinguishes the victory and defeat against the enemy in one move, and one move is enough to decide life and death, so he must keep his body in peak condition before casting the sword.

As if he had heard something funny, the man in the green shirt looked up to the sky and smiled, and said with a smile: "Do you know what realm I am?"

"How many realms?" Jiang Ye asked.

"I'm already half-step-three, it's more than enough to kill you kid." The man in the green shirt smiled fiercely, "Next, I will cut off your hands, just like you did to my third brother, and then abolish your cultivation, make you a human being, and let you be tortured to death." The deity Gu Xing took your dog's life today. ”

Before he could finish speaking, his sword stabbed him, and seven men in black also stabbed along with his sword.

Jiang Ye did not advance but retreated, bullied forward, and the chasing lightning turned into a hurricane in his hands, smashing the swords and arms of the two.

As for the sword that Gu Xing stabbed, he dodged it with instinct, and then turned into a golden light and instantly cut off the heads of the two.

In an instant, his man was a few feet away, and his head landed with his footsteps.

His speed was beyond the pinnacle of what a normal two realms could reach, but it also made him breathless.

Because this move is really expensive, this is the first style of the sword in the mirror, it is only the most simple move, but it is also one of the most difficult moves to practice.

Jiang Ye didn't understand it before, but now he understood that this move required extremely fast speed, so fast that everyone couldn't react, so fast that he only relied on instinct to draw his sword.

Then he was in a trance, and before he could stand still, he heard six men coming from behind.

The more he killed, the heavier the sword in his hand became. In the end, he only remembered that the edge of the rice field was full of severed limbs, and he was fighting with Gu Xing like two madmen in the rice field.

Under their feet were muddy, muddy water, splashing with mud, on swords, on robes, on hair, in all places, the seedlings were chopped up and ravaged like weeds before them, and how much effort had been poured into the land owner.

He faced Gu Xing, as weak as he was when he first faced Zhu Yuqing, his body was covered with many scars, and the pain was accompanied by the poison that paralyzed his body. But he didn't care, he only had the sword in his eyes, and his will was as indelible as steel, like the unyielding voice when the blade collided.

Later, a man wearing a dark sleeve shirt and a jade crown appeared on the side of the rice field, and smiled at him on the side: "Lin Rou'er is dead, Li Zhu'er is also dead, and the next one is the woman from the Peach Blossom Inn."

But it didn't stop him, and his mind was all on the sword. Who is Lin Rouer? Who is Lee Joo-a? Who is the woman at the Peach Blossom Inn? He didn't know and didn't care.

It wasn't until a silver spear lay between him and Gu Xing that he saw the gun sink into Gu Xing's chest before he fell down.

Like a lily floating on the water, Lan Ruoqing grabbed his body.

As the sun set, he came to his senses and realized that he was lying on the edge of the rice field, sitting on the side of Lan Ruoqing.

She gazed at the sun with a sad expression, like a faint purple smoke.

"Lin Rou'er is dead, Li Zhu'er is dead, and many people in Peach Blossom Town have also died, there are too many of them, and I can't deal with it for a while." She looked at Jiang Ye with a sad expression, it was pity...... Still sad......

At night, beside the quiet lake, Jiang Ye slowly walked towards the lake with Li Zhuer in his arms.

The lake flooded his body, and the world was dark and cold. In an instant, a ridiculous burst of white fire rose in the lake, surrounding the lake like a ghost and lighting up the surrounding lime trees. The fireflies also wept because of its light swaying, and the beautiful woman stepped on the golden branches under her feet, looking at the bottom of the lake peacefully.

That is, the pure purple heart orchid and fragrant mushroom, slowly sinking down......