The eighth day of August.

Under Cuiyun Peak, since the blood stained the green mountains, the Xie family has closed the mountain and closed the village again, and there are no outsiders, and no one even walks around the rivers and lakes.

In front of the green water lake, the mountain shadow is inverted, and there are carved beams hidden on the mountainside in the distance, the weather is thousands, and it is majestic and magnificent.

And on the lakeside, a grass house was built at some point, and a person in the house sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowing and breathing, with a sword on his knees, gray hair scattered, and plain clothes, which was the owner of Shenjian Villa, Xie Wangsun.

He was very cautious, so cautious that he didn't believe that others could guard this pass up the mountain, and Xie Xiaofeng's retreat was also at a critical juncture, and he couldn't make a mistake, so he could only come by himself.

The rain outside the house is like fine hair, and the sky is gray.

Let's say that he was practicing as usual, Or's ears trembled, his closed eyes opened, and the essence of his eyes exploded, and the person had already raised his sword and swept out of the grassland.

The wind and rain were blowing, Xie Wangsun frowned, squinted his eyes, but saw that a carriage was slowly and leisurely coming in the rain. There was no one on the cart, only the horses pacing aimlessly.

However, there was a brand new coffin on the carriage, a black coffin,

At the moment of Xie Wangsun's movements, more than a dozen figures flashed out of the forest on all sides, firmly surrounding the carriage.

"Open it and take a look!" Xie Wangsun's eyes were cloudy, and he beckoned, "Be careful of deception!" ”

However, when the two Xie disciples carefully lifted the lid of the coffin, they all screamed involuntarily, changed color, and subconsciously took two steps back: "Ah, the owner, it's the second young man...... Xie Longteng! ”

Xie Wangsun walked closer, and when he saw that it was his second son Xie Longteng lying inside, his breath was suffocated, his lips trembled, and he moved lightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But seeing Xie Longteng lying naked in it, but the most shocking thing was that his body was almost covered with sword wounds, densely packed, some new and some old, and the latest one was in his throat, which was also a fatal wound.

Everyone present is a veteran of the rivers and lakes, and their eyesight is outstanding, and their faces changed dramatically after just one glance, and they exclaimed: "Zhuang Master, although this person has been hooked from the family tree, but even so, my Xie family should not be humiliated." ”

Xie Wangsun's expression also became solemn, Xie Longteng's swordsmanship was undoubted, enough to enter the hall and walk alone in the martial arts, but he died so miserably.

Sweeping away those sword wounds of different old and new, an old man of the Xie clan was surprised and said: "Zhuang Master, look at his wrists and ankles, there are traces of being chained. ”

Xie Wang Sun took a look, and sure enough, he saw a circle of scars on Xie Longteng's wrist, his pupils trembled, he was silent for a few breaths, took a long deep breath, and said expressionlessly: "Someone imprisoned him, fought with him every once in a while, and then healed his wounds, and when the injuries healed, they would fight again...... This is the Diancang Sword Technique, this is the Kunlun Sword Technique, the Huashan Sword Technique, the Xie Sword Technique......"

Xie Wangsun walked around the coffin twice, and had already seen the origin of the sword move from the position of the scar and the direction of the sword, and the more he looked at it, the more strange his expression became, and the surprise on his face became worse and worse, as if he had seen something terrible.

Some clan elders speculated: "The first sword wound probably appeared more than two years ago, and Long Teng's whereabouts were unknown three years ago, it seems that it ......"

"Wrong, Long Teng should have been captured shortly after being injured, but at first this person couldn't get a favor in the hand, but after half a year, his swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds." Xie Wangsun shook his head and interrupted the other party's words, his eyes were complicated, and there was indescribable shock, "That person is constantly learning from his sword to fight the enemy, squeezing his lifelong learning, and every time he fights, the tide will rise, and the entry will be amazing. ”

When the others heard the words and looked closely, they all gasped, only to feel that their hands and feet were cold, and the drizzle was biting.

It's amazing.

A martial art, just getting a glimpse of the door requires a lot of energy and time, not to mention entering the hall and practicing the climate, it takes several years to be immersed in the weather, and the hard practice of spring and autumn and summer day and night, but the person in the mouth of Wang Sun Xie can be so diligent in the fight of life and death.

What made them even more unsettling was that these wounds were both sword wounds and knife wounds, and the swordsmanship included all kinds of swordsmanship, almost turning all of Xie Longteng's learning into a means to strengthen himself, and the swordsmanship was also extraordinary, just because the scars were even more than the sword wounds.

And most importantly...... The swordsmanship of the Xie clan is also on it......

Natural enemies.

This is simply a poisonous dragon raised by Xie Longteng with his own flesh and blood, and it is also the natural enemy and nemesis of his Xie clan.

"This man had healed his wounds before he could do so, and he had healed from his injuries and fought with all his might, but in the end he was snatched by a sword...... No, it's a knife, and it's deadly. Xie Wangsun's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen something unexpected, and he lost his voice in horror, "Hey, sword fusion sword move!" ”

Xie Wangsun suddenly seemed to understand the other party's intentions, his eyes were shining, his body was shocked, and he said in a dumb voice: "I understand, he has learned about the Xie family's swordsmanship, and the scars on his body are his swordsmanship, and he deliberately sent it to Xiaofeng to see...... The great enemy of my Xie family has appeared!! ”

……

Inside Jinling City.

A lake of smoke and rain, there is a pavilion in the center of the lake, and there are people in the pavilion.

People jumped up from the lakeside, swept like flying, and like a few ups and downs in the rain like a storm stepping on the slush of snow, leaving a little ripple on the surface of the lake, and then looked, they had stood in the pavilion, and respectfully reported: "The big shopkeeper, the things have been sent over." ”

The wind and rain outside the pavilion are shaky, the black robe in the pavilion is rolling, the young man is sitting in the pavilion, in front of him is a plan, there is a red fire on the table, and a pot of green tea is boiling on the stove.

And opposite him, in fact, there is a position, and there is also a pair of teacups.

The people in the pavilion drank tea, looked at the rain, looked at the vast world in the rain, and said gently: "What do you want to ask?" ”

The man first laughed a few times: "Hehe, that Xie Longteng's martial arts are not bad," the big shopkeeper treats him well, but he begs for death, which is really incomprehensible. ”

The people in the pavilion played with the teacup and sighed lightly: "You don't understand, he has been hit by a sword in his right hand, and it is difficult to enter the sword for the rest of his life. For some people, it is even more uncomfortable to win than to kill them, he is too tormented, and for the sake of so many years of learning advice from him, I can only give him a ride. ”

The subordinate nodded suddenly: "I see!" ”

The person in the pavilion smiled faintly: "Are you really sure you understand?" ”

I didn't want him to laugh, and the people behind him laughed too, which was a gloomy sneer.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

With laughter, one hand has grabbed the back of the pavilion's heart like lightning.

Thunder roared in the rain, and the sky was lit up.

Through the pale cold electricity, I can already see the terrible thing about this hand; Hideous and grotesque like sharp claws, crimson and terrifying, as if stained with blood, and the bloody wind between the waves, it is clearly a highly poisonous thing.

"Red Demon Hand!"

"Recognize the goods."

As soon as the claw shadow appeared, the man tried to seek stability, but it turned into a claw shadow in the sky at the moment of jumping and pounced, just seeking to defeat the enemy with one blow.

The people in the pavilion glanced back, and the claw shadows that tore through the wind and flew all over the sky suddenly disappeared.

He held the cup in his right hand, held the knife in his left hand, the blade of the knife was backwards, and the back of the knife was already on the left neck of this uninvited guest.

And on the back of the knife, there is also a cutting edge.

The person in the pavilion drank the tea in the cup and sneered: "You are crying at night? ”

Yi Ye cried with horror: "Ghost Child, spare ...... Spare !! ”