On the other side of Lingxu Mountain, on the winding and rugged mountain road, a group of more than 30 people from the Yuancang Kingdom border army was coming towards this small village.

These more than 30 people were wearing the uniforms of the border army of the Yuan Cangguo, but two of the men were dressed differently, with white shirts and leather boots hanging knives around their waists. The border troops seem to be looking at these two horses.

There are many mountainous areas along the coast of Shuoyang, and it is also at the junction with Yingze Country in the west. This small group of border troops was specially selected from the Shuoyang army, and everyone had walked for nearly five days since entering the mountain, and they had also searched five or six large and small villages.

The two men in white shirts with knives around their waists were very large. It is said that he came from the Tianze Dynasty to perform a special task, and the token in his hand was revealed, and even the emperor of Shu had to politely arrange food, clothing, housing and transportation when he saw it.

"My lord, over this hill, there is a small fishing village in the col. There are two more small villages in the mountains to the east. There are not many people, so let's go into the village, or continue to search in the mountains. ”

The small leader of the border army held a map in his hand and explained to the man in white shirt in front of him.

The main thing is that brothers like them, they are really tired from trekking in the mountains for a few days, and it would be best if they could go to the fishing village on the other side of the mountain to rest. As for what these two adults were looking for, he didn't know, didn't want to know, and didn't dare to ask more.

"Shu is already the southernmost part of the country, if you can't find it, there is no way. It is estimated that he really ran to the territory of the other two dynasties. ”

"It's fine. In this way, the experience of the two of us is over, we can go back to the errand, and enjoy the gentle country, hehe..."

Although these two people had a scabbard around their waists, they had a cold and shining sword inside. Because they are the lower sect of the Xuantian Sword Sect in the territory of the Tianze Dynasty, the sect swordsman of the Eight Classics.

The Jiulong world is divided into upper sects and lower sects. And the Xuantian Sword Sect is the genus of the Upper Sect, cultivating martial arts with a sword.

Senior brother Ma Dezhi stretched out his finger and pointed to the mountain, crossed the mountain into the fishing village, and bypassed the two villages to the west, and the experience with his junior brother Yu Zhen was really over.

After two years of experience in the Shu Kingdom, I don't know if the youngest junior sister in the sect has become a great beauty.

"Let's go, go over the mountains and into the village!"

Just as everyone was about to continue climbing, a young man in a shabby robe suddenly appeared on the hillside, jumping down and muttering as if he didn't know who he was talking to.

Soon, another slightly shorter figure followed behind him, panting and replying: "Senior brother, we have all run out of more than ten miles of mountain roads, what task do you want to perform?" ”

"What so much nonsense, senior brother took you out to see the world, and you are still chattering. Look at it, just take a look, and I'm out of breath after only walking for so many miles. ”

Seeing the two teenagers appear, everyone in the border army didn't feel anything, but these two swordsmen from the Xuantian Sword Sect were full of solemnity, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The young Taoist priest stopped about twenty paces away from the border troops, "My master said, please go back." Today, the temple is fasting and does not welcome guests. ”

The young Taoist priest in front of him squinted, and the dark blue Taoist robe on his body was a little white, and there were a few patches. The sharp aura of that moment just now made the two swordsmen of the Xuantian Sword Sect dare not take a peek at this guy.

Ma Dezhi's eyes drifted to Yu Zhen, and the two of them have walked the rivers and lakes together for many years, without words and a look.

The two of them are already in the Silver Marrow Realm, can this young Taoist priest still be in the Golden Marrow Realm. In this barren mountain and wilderness, how can there still be a master living in the world?

Even if he doubts in his heart, Ma Dezhi is an old man after all. took a step forward and first hugged his fist to the little Taoist priest, then held the scabbard at his waist with his right hand, and then exposed the sword in the scabbard.

On the five continents of the Nine Dragons world, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect went out to practice, in order not to reveal their identity as swordsmen, but also to keep a low profile, often hanging a scabbard around their waists, and hiding a sword inside.

Once you encounter an opponent who doesn't know what to do and doesn't want to do it. They will first expose their swords to the next inch, so that the word Xuantian under the blade of the sword will be revealed. As long as the rivers and lakes don't want to be enemies of their Xuantian Sword Sect, they will all see the word Xuantian and immediately apologize or change their attitude.

After all, the Xuantian Sword Sect is a superior sect, with disciples all over the world, and there is a sword saint of a great martial arts master.

No one is stupid enough to cause themselves a lot of trouble. Of course, this is just the style of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the other upper sects also have their ways of revealing their identities.

Although the distance was relatively far, the young Taoist priest's eyesight still saw the word Xuantian revealed by Ma Dezhi, as if he had expected it, and his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Pouting and sneering, "Oh, it turned out to be a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. ”

The scabbard out of the sword is the old trick of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

When encountering the enemy, the sword is sheathed, and no matter whether the enemy is strong or not, there will be a result in battle or peace. The Nine Dragons Xuantian Sword Sect, that is not something that a small sect can afford to provoke.

Back then, there was such a story about the scabbard coming out of the sword. Xu Ran, a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, was training in the rivers and lakes, and when he saw the unevenness, he took out his sword to help a woman in distress.

As a result, the disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect who saw the sword out of the scabbard hesitated and actually made a move, after all, Shuzhou and the Xuantian Sword Sect in Zhongzhou were separated by thousands of miles. Even if you kill a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, you don't know it.

As a result, Xu Ran alone held a sword and killed all the way to the ancestral hall of the Zhu family, uprooting the entire Zhu family. In the end, the woman he saved became his wife.

Ma Dezhi's eyes were always staring at the young Taoist, and that disdainful expression made him feel very unhappy.

However, I heard the little Taoist priest speak again, wave his hand and say, "Get out!" ”

The small leader of the border army is also a martial artist of the Three Realms, and of course he knows the name of the Xuantian Sword Sect. This little Taoist priest actually knew that the two people around him were swordsmen, and he actually spoke wildly, which was obviously a provocation!

Sure enough, Yu Zhen's face instantly turned cold. Even if there was a fleeting aura just now that was stronger than them, what if it was the Xuantian Sword Sect behind him.

"Boy, are you openly provoking my Xuantian Sword Sect?"

"Provocation? That's right, too. ”

The young Taoist priest smiled, he hadn't really planned to let these people go. The reason why he didn't come up and did it, but deliberately released his breath was to see if there were any masters hiding around.

Now it seems that there is no need for that.

The young Taoist priest rolled up his sleeves, reached out and took out two swarthy sticks from behind his back, and then pulled out a black and shiny spear head from his waist.

Titicaca, in front of everyone, put the head of the gun in place, and connected the two black sticks. A gun taller than him, with a pitch-black body and an unknown material, stood beside him.

"Little junior brother, the eunuch should have taught you, our martial arts practitioners focus on practicing a breath of true qi. When fighting with people, the real qi goes all over the body, and the qi is poured on the weapon, and it is full of energy! Go ahead! As he spoke, the momentum of the Chengqi holding the gun in one hand skyrocketed!

"Come on, you guys go up together, we're in a hurry."

Beckoning to the more than thirty border soldiers and the two swordsmen of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the smile on the young Taoist's face disappeared, and the whole person's aura was released, just like the black spear beside him, and his straight body exuded a murderous aura.

"Well, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you. Don't think that if you wear a broken robe, you are a member of the Dao Gate. ”

Yu Zhen took the lead, and the sword in the scabbard was unsheathed, and the sword was three feet and two inches long. He staggered up with his feet, and the tip of the sword went straight to the young Taoist's chest.

The opening ceremony of this Xuantian Sword Technique seems to be plain and unremarkable. But the master of the real master makes a sword, this move is enough, let you make a move at will, and there is a momentum of a sword driving straight in.

Ma Dezhi didn't stop him, but reminded in a low voice: "Be careful." ”

It seems to be a sharp sword, but in the eyes of the young Taoist, it is really ordinary. The foundation of this kind of martial arts is blind to the peerless swordsmanship of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Seeing that the tip of the sword had reached his face, the young Taoist priest still did not move, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes, and holding the gun in one hand.

"Little junior brother, look at it!"

Could it be that he was scared silly? Hmph, the emotional momentum is quite strong, but it's just a pretending silver gun wax head. Yu Zhen sneered in his heart, the momentum on his body skyrocketed again, the steps under his feet increased, and the tip of the sword stabbed out.

"Ding!"

However, he thought that it should be a splash of blood, and the scene of a sword penetrating the body did not appear. He didn't even see how the tip of the young Taoist's spear pressed against his sword.

"Rotten! Blind this good sword! ”

"Senior brother, be careful!" Ma Dezhi roared behind the two of them, and his body had already rushed over.

It's a pity it's late!

If the two of them had just shot at the same time, maybe this swordsman of the Xuantian Sword Sect would not have died so quickly.

I can only blame them for being too big, I really think that the swordsmen of the Xuantian Sword Sect are invincible in the world? I really thought that the Xuantian Sword Sect would be able to run rampant in the world.

Unfortunately, they met the enemy!

The dark spear in the young Taoist's hand let out a buzzing sound, as if he felt the bloodthirsty excitement of his master and cheered.

The black light flashed, and the sword in front of him was cut directly from the middle, and the speed was so fast that it was so blinking. So much so that Yu Zhen didn't see how the other party did it at all, there was already a black hole in his neck, and hot blood was trickling out.

At the last moment of his eyes, he only saw the strange black gun with the word 'Yang' engraved on it!

Yang's gun - black spirit!

"Uh... Belch... Poplar! ”

"I'll kill you!"

Yu Zhen is the best senior brother in the sect, you must know that in the Xuantian Sword Sect, you can't live long without forming a gang. The sect is too big and there are too many people, and if you want to stand out, you don't just rely on strength, but also on being able to please.

Ma Dezhi is a person who is good at greeting, and his family background is quite solid, and he spent a lot of money to let him gild in the Xuantian Sword Sect. Even if there are no too high achievements in the future, but when he leaves the sect, he will also carry the title of disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Originally, after going out for training this time, he and Senior Brother Yu would definitely be able to change to an idle position when they went back. Even if you bring a new beginner disciple, there is still a lot of oil and water to be fished.

But today.

Everything becomes ethereal, and when you go out, there are always surprises. The name of the Xuantian Sword Sect is not easy to use for everyone!

"Bang!"

Yu Zhen's body was kicked over, and Ma Dezhi subconsciously reached out to hug him, after all, this was his junior brother. The blame can only be blamed for his lack of experience in the rivers and lakes, and he is used to being arrogant all day long, so how can he have any experience in catching and killing.

Bang! Chengqi's body was almost ejected, and at the moment when Ma Dezhi hugged Yu Zhen's body, the black spirit was like a begging black flag, poof! Yu Zhen was stabbed in the heart along with Ma Dezhi's body.

The spear stirred, and Ma Dezhi spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the entire internal organs had been stirred to pieces. The entire body of the black dragon penetrated through the bodies of the two, and the body of Chengqi kicked Ma Dezhi's body in the air, and the left hand reached forward to grab the black dragon, and the body rushed straight towards the group of officers and soldiers.

The attack just now had already made the officers and soldiers dumbfounded, and they followed these two masters of the Xuantian Sword Sect all the way to stop and stop, eating and drinking spicy food, and they were so used to being idle that they had even forgotten their mobility in the troops.

It wasn't until the black spirit was in front of him that the leader of the Three Realms reacted, his eyes frightened beyond the quality of a soldier.

"Meet the enemy!"

......

Liu Wenchuan, who was standing on the hillside, was trembling his hands and feet at this moment, and there were two corpses lying five or six steps in front of him, which were Ma Dezhi and Yu Zhen.

He looked at a sword in front of him that had been split, and another sword that was intact. The thick smell of blood came to his nose, and although his stomach was a little uncomfortable, he still endured it.

At this time, I recalled what Senior Brother Chengqi said when I was in the small village, do I have to go through this sooner or later?

Why? Although in the past ten years, he has also felt that the people around him do not seem to be ordinary people. But I didn't expect Senior Brother Chengqi to kill people so easily.

When Chengqi came over covered in blood, his fierce and bloodthirsty eyes startled Liu Wenchuan.

"Little junior brother, are you scared?"

"No, no!" Liu Wenchuan was a little afraid to look at Chengqi's eyes. At this moment, the sincerity of the instrument has a little scarlet in his eyes.

He casually picked up Ma Dezhi's sword from the ground, flicked his fingers on it, and the humming sound echoed in the mountains and forests. With a grin, he handed the sword to Liu Wenchuan: "Oh, this is the trophy of your first battle!" The sword is good, you have enough of it. ”

Liu Wenchuan took it with a trembling hand, and finally mustered up the courage to raise his head and ask Chengqi, "Senior Brother Chengqi, you, why did you kill him... Guys? ”

Chengqi looked back at the corpses all over the ground, unhurriedly took the black spirit in his hand, and explained slowly: "If I don't kill them all, they will bring more people and kill everyone in the village." ”

"Why?"

Cheng Qi said meaningfully: "Because we and they are destined to be enemies!" ”

Liu Wenchuan frowned slightly, not knowing what to say about Senior Brother Chengqi.

"Come over here and take a hand, bury everyone."

"Well... Vomit... Wow... Wow..."

In the end, Liu Wenchuan was unable to stop the stomach backlash.

On a big tree not far from the two of them, the iron rod sat on a branch, holding the leaves in his mouth and holding his chin in his hand, his eyes looked at the corpses a little dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.