A lonely cliff in a certain place is overgrown with poisonous and poisonous weeds that destroy bones and destroy the bones, and there is no half a figure all year round.

Its name is poignant, it is the word "broken intestine".

It was once written in the author's difficult romance that in this place, in the past, there was a pair of sword fairy lovers who were extremely affectionate, were murdered, and after death, they flew together and went away with their swords, becoming a real fairy couple, hand in hand for ten thousand years.

It is a touching and profound legendary story, which has been passed down by word of mouth by the secular people, regardless of whether it is true or false.

At the cliff top cliff, the mountain wind is particularly strong, and the whistling sound is endless.

It blew in my ears but I heard a gust of wind passing by, and it buzzed and roared, as if I was deaf!

There was a long-haired old man with a dark blue sword behind him and a cyan Confucian shirt, his face was sad and embarrassed, standing alone in the most precipitous place of the Broken Intestine Cliff, looking into the distance, not knowing where or where he was looking.

His thin, muscleless wrist, always lifted, was trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

Lowering his head and looking at his trembling right hand, the old man with the sword knew very well in his heart that the half of the marriage red line representing "fate without separation" had gradually disappeared at this time, and it was gradually about to cease to exist completely.

The occurrence of such a situation is fully clear.

The man the old man loved so much, the woman with whom the red thread was not attached, has passed away!

If a person cannot be resurrected after death, there is no possibility of tying the thread, so the half of the red rope on the old man's wrist will of course have no meaning of existence and will die out on its own.

With it, there is still the little thing left...... Expectation.

The old man in a Confucian shirt who was single and carrying a sword was silent, just blindly hanging his head and crying, which can be described as an old tear and crying!

This, on the cliff of broken intestines, there are old people who are desperate because of the grief in their chests, and their liver and intestines are broken, and they cry all day long.

After seven days of crying, this long-haired old man with the highest kendo attainments in the Hanlan Continent and unparalleled in the universe was still speechless.

It's just that he moves slowly, and he takes off the blue blade he was carrying behind him, and the tip of it is unsheathed.

At the moment, the long sword is in hand, since the old man no longer carries the sword.

Then, it is clear that he is determined to draw a sword!

In an instant, a shocking cyan rainbow light burst through a large area of mountain cliffs and rushed away.

Go straight to Kinyama Villa.

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At the archway at the foot of the mud cow mountain, the two well-informed big "swordsmen" are flying with their own spittle, blowing harmless cows.

Ling Zhen quite admired the courage of these two swordsmen who dared to step into the cluster, as for the nonsense that was a little marginal and similar to Fang Yetan's nonsense, it was enough, and he didn't pay much attention to it, let alone ruthlessly debunk it.

People who walk the rivers and lakes have the best face, who can really do it without blowing even once? Rarely.

So Ling Zhen could completely understand their current mood.

The young man in the green robe standing under the archway turned his head, slightly approached the white-clothed "girl" beside him, lowered his voice with a smile, and whispered in his ear: "Sister Xiaoxiao, the battle in the White Bone Beach tomorrow is destined to be extremely dangerous, if you are afraid, you can hide in the realm of returning to the ruins......

Ling Xiaoxiao opened her pair of cherry red eyes wide, glaring at her own brother, her face was full of anger, and she shouted: "I am in a similar realm to you, why can you participate in the war, I can't?" Who do you look down on?! ”

Ling Zhen was about to comfort him, "I'm not looking down on you", but the words shouted by Ling Xiaoxiao immediately came into the ears of the two rao on the archway, and the white-clothed swordsman Zhao Xian raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?" War? What kind of war to participate in? ”

Ling Zhen smiled slightly embarrassed, tilted his head, and responded to the heights: "That's the case, I just wanted to fight side by side with my sister and the two heroes to carry the upcoming beast tide. For the sake of safety, I wanted her to find a place to hide, but my sister is stubborn, and she also wants to participate in the war, alas, I can't help her! ”

At this moment, Zhang Jing, a swordsman in Tsing Yi, laughed loudly and said below: "Forget it, Brother Ling, your realm is too low, you haven't even reached the first-order self-cultivation realm, you can't help much, and it's even easy to drag me and Brother Zhao back." Let's settle down and find a place to take refuge at the bottom of the mountain! ”

Zhao Xian also didn't want Ling Zhen to participate in the war, so he persuaded him: "Yes, Brother Ling, the next battle will undoubtedly be very dangerous, Brother Zhang and I have cultivation, and we can't guarantee that we will be able to retreat with our whole body, after all, you haven't entered the product yet, so don't get involved in danger, and lose your life!" ”

Ling Zhen, the young man in the green robe, had a calm face, and said with a very kind smile: "Thank you for your concern, I still know that I am safe, and I am not really indisputable." ”

Zhang Jing only thought that Ling Zhen decided not to mix it anymore, so he said with a smile: "That's right, look at your appearance, I'm afraid you're only eighteen or nineteen years old, right?" At the top, he should only be twenty years old. is still so young, the good years are here, the earth is big, the life is the largest, you don't need to be heroic in anything, if you accidentally lose your life, then even if you really become a so-called hero, it can only be a dead hero! ”

Zhao Xian quite agreed with this statement, "That's right, even if a living person is useless, it is better than a dry bone buried in a grave." Brother Ling, I really don't mean to look down on you, when you are the same as the two of us, you also have the realm of the Great Perfection of Self-cultivation Realm, then it doesn't matter, you can be a hero as much as you want, no one can control you! ”

Ling Zhen was secretly amused, only at the realm of first-order perfection, he could realize that no one could restrain himself? Could this be a little too arrogant?

If you really keep such ridiculous thoughts in the future and walk the world, it is easy to leave the world early.

Before Ling Zhen could speak, Zhang Jing was in high spirits at the moment, his face was full of confidence, and he said to Zhao Xian openly and cheerfully: "Brother Zhao, do you think you can break through the bottleneck of the self-cultivation realm and enter the second-order red dust realm before you are thirty years old?" ”

Zhao Xian hesitated, grinned, and said with a smile: "Of course there is, what about you, Brother Zhang, are you confident that you can break through the realm?" ”

Zhang Jing laughed, "Naturally, I have one hundred and twenty points of confidence!" And I bet that I will break through the realm faster than you, one step ahead of you to completely clear the valley and enter the Red Dust Realm! ”

Zhao Xian was already familiar with Zhang Jing's temperament, and he also responded with laughter: "Well, in this matter, you and I will also compare with each other, see who loses and who wins, and those who break through the realm one step later, invite the other party to drink...... A month's worth of drinks! ”

"It's okay for a year, what a little bit of a thing! Are you, Brother Zhang, a stingy person?! ”

Zhang Jing smiled presumptuously, "When the time comes, the two of us who are less than thirty years old will travel through the rivers and lakes, so we can't walk sideways and shake our shoulders?" Ha ha! ”

Zhao Xian thought so, and had already begun to look forward to the arrival of that day, looking extremely happy, "Yes, when that time comes, you and I will definitely be very famous in the rivers and lakes, and maybe there will be good people who will give us nicknames or something, such as ......"

After finishing the two words, Zhao Xian choked for a short time, and he didn't know what kind of title he would be given by the world.

Ling Zhen's thinking was particularly quick, and he suddenly had a good idea, squinted his eyes and smiled, and helped to make a suggestion: "How about the 'Innocence Divine Sword'?" One of the two is dressed in green clothes, and the other is dressed in white, one is clear and one is white, and the swordsmanship is superb! ”

Zhang Jing, who was wearing a cyan shirt, was obviously praised and complimented by Ling Zhen's wonderful "mouth" Shenghua, and he was fluttering, and he almost didn't get into the clouds, he was so proud that he laughed loudly, and said while laughing: "Divine sword? Haha, then why not just call it 'Sword God'? Brother Zhao, otherwise, after you enter the Red Dust Realm, you call yourself a 'Sword Saint', and I, I call myself the Sword God, you and I are two gods, one saint, how about it? ”

Ling Zhen was amazed in his belly, and secretly sighed that the tone of this surname Zhang was also arrogant, and there was really no boundary.

But after thinking about it, since he is a chivalrous man, it is understandable to be a little crazy.

Obviously, Zhao Xian's thoughts were similar to Ling Zhen's, and Zhao Xian, a swordsman in white, didn't hold back, "poof" laughed, said from his heart, and teased: "My brother Zhang, you are too bold, the two of us who can't even cultivate the natal sword, have such a big nickname, aren't afraid of thunder and slashing?" Or, aren't you afraid that Sword God Fish Youcong, or Sword Saint Yingchun, will come to us for trouble? ”

Zhang Jing didn't panic at all, and said smugly: "I'm afraid of a ball, people are genuine Sword Saint Sword Gods, so what are you busy with, where is there so much space, looking for trouble for our two characters?" Could it be that you have nothing to do when you are full? ”

Zhao Xian felt that this was reasonable, "Yes, the master who stands at the top of the human race, there is no reason to trouble you and me, even if the title and name are stolen, it should not hurt......"

At this time, Zhang Jing, a swordsman in green clothes, suddenly remembered that the old sword god liked to wear cyan clothes like himself, and instantly felt that his title of "Sword God" was quite feasible, and there was a kind of fate.

Maybe even after a few decades, after his swordsmanship is completed, he can really be crowned with the title of "Sword God" by his subordinates, the kind that deserves it!

I feel so good that I have reached the peak, there is no high height, Zhang Jing at this moment, his spirit is flying, and from the scabbard of the sword at his waist, he took out the beloved saber that has accompanied him for many years.

He stood on the top of the archway, condescending, holding a sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the young man in the green robe who was below.

Looking down at the young man who called himself "Ling Zhier", it was unfortunate that he collided with the surname of Ling Pu, the king of the Shenyuan Domain.

Zhang Jing pretended to look deep and serious, he lowered his voice, imitated the tone of an old man, and said: "Ling Pu! The old man sword god fish Youcong, today he holds the long sword Dayu, and asks the sword you this god villa! ”