On the top of Mount Hua, the snow is like a knife, and the wind is roaring.

And under this frost sword and snow sword, a person has been sitting for a long time, his body is covered with frost and snow, and he almost turns into a snowman, turning into an ice sculpture. It was as if the man had long since died, and he could not move, except for a long sword with a black sheath in front of him.

This is not a sharp weapon forged by a famous teacher, nor is it an ancient divine blade, this is just a piece of mortal iron.

But it is such an ordinary iron sword that is not very unusual, but it is unparalleled in the world, and it can be called the first.

Because, this is the Xie Divine Sword.

As early as two hundred years ago, this sword has been crowned by the rivers and lakes, alone in the martial arts, defeated all the swordsmen in the world, and overwhelmed countless famous sword gods, and was the leader in the sword.

And now, this sword has not been unsheathed for a long time, and even a little mottled rust is still growing on the sword.

The sword was rusty, and the cover was covered with dust because of the heart of the main sword.

"Third Young Master, news came from Jiangnan that Li Ducian had reappeared in the Central Plains."

The people who came were wandering, leaving only one sentence, and then drifted away.

Long.

The snowman, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, finally moved as if he had woken up from a big dream, and opened a pair of dull, lifeless eyes.

It's like a pool of stagnant water, reflecting the long sword in front of him,

Xie Xiaofeng was emotional and silent at the moment, he had seen the rust on the sword, which made him think of the ecstatic appearance of the elders of the clan and his father when he held the sword at the beginning of the year.

In the past two hundred years, no matter how amazing and brilliant the younger generations of the Xie clan are, no one has ever been able to pick up this sword and be qualified to control it.

Only he, when he first held this sword, had already achieved the unity of man and sword.

How many people, how many swordsmen, the realm that he has been striving for all his life, he was born with it.

He held the sword, practiced the sword, was obsessed with the sword, and until the age of fifteen he only had a sword in his life. Sword moves, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, all the world's sword books, will be a master of swordsmanship, as if he was born to live for the sword.

However, he did not shine as the elders of the clan wished. By now, the Xie family has become a laughing stock in the martial arts, and he, Xie Xiaofeng, has also become a joke.

The third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, who fought against the Demon Sect back then, actually had an affair with the Demon Sect Demon Girl and had a child.

In the past, many martial arts families who advanced and retreated with him in the Sword Villa have now broken off their friendship with the Xie family, and they don't get along with each other.

and Xie Longteng, his second brother.

As it turned out, his father was still blind in the end. Xie Longteng is in the position of the leader of the world alliance, his kendo talent is amazing, and his surname is Xie, but now he regards the Xie family as an enemy, and he wants to get rid of it quickly, and kill him happily.

In the end, it was the woman he owed the most, Murong Qiudi.

Now that Li Ducian has appeared in Jiangnan, it means that Murong Qiudi's catastrophe is coming.

Xie Xiaofeng naturally knew who the Lord of Heavenly Venerable was.

It can be said that this woman has come to this point, and the reason why her heart has changed greatly has a lot to do with him.

And Xie Wangsun asked people to send this news in order to provoke him to go out of the mountain to fight.

Now that the Xie family has reached the critical point of life and death, even the clan land has been forced to give up, and it can be described as a great shame.

The entire Xie family has long hated Li Ducian and this person who pushed the Divine Sword Villa into the abyss with his own hands.

Now, if you want to restore the glory of the Xie family to the past, you can only defeat this invincible martial arts myth with your own hands to return to the top, and even reach the peak, which is better than back then.

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly raised his eyelids, only to be out of the wind and snow, ten Xie clan disciples, all of whom were carrying long swords, walked towards him without saying a word.

"Please ask the third young master to come out of the mountain and lead my Xie clan back to the clan land and regain the glory of the past."

All ten people knelt down on one knee, kneeling on the snow, their faces did not have the slightest wave, only firmness and absoluteness.

Xie Xiaofeng closed his eyes in great pain, he was really tired of this rivers and lakes, tired of the so-called mission, even more tired of fighting, and he was very guilty.

Whether it was Xie Longteng or Murong Qiudi, every time he thought of it, it made his heart twist.

And the reason why he sat here was to avoid Tianzun and his father.

But now, Li Ducicada has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and Xie Wangsun can't wait.

Not only did he use Murong Qiudi to provoke him, but now he has made these clansmen come to persecute him.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, a splash of warmth fell on Xie Xiaofeng's cold cheeks, and he reopened his eyes in astonishment, only to see that in front of him, a Xie disciple was drawing his sword and killing himself, slowly falling.

The hot blood, like the rust that washed away the Excalibur, stained red with the wind and snow.

The other nine people also put the long sword in their hands on their necks with calm expressions at this moment, and resolutely turned the sword body.

"Don't !!"

Xie Xiaofeng hurriedly spoke in a trembling voice.

But in the open mouth, suddenly there was a fishy sweetness splash.

Xie Xiaofeng's eyelids twitched, and his face was splashed with blood.

Nine men, nine people who were still alive, had now all fallen at his feet.

Before he took his last breath, these people were still staring at him, "Please...... Third Young Master, please...... Not...... Draw your sword and go down the mountain......"

And in the wind and snow, there seem to be many people waiting to come over, including old people, women, children, and Xie Wangsun.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at all this in a daze, and roared in disbelief: "Why? ”

Xie Wangsun's indifferent voice came from the wind and snow, "This sentence, you should ask yourself." Since you don't want to kill people and draw your sword, then we people have no meaning to exist. Now that the Ancestor's Excalibur has been dusted, the only thing we can do is wash it with blood...... It is better to die under your own sword than to die at the hands of your enemies and suffer humiliation. ”

As he spoke, ten more people came over and walked in front of Xie Xiaofeng.

It's the same as before.

"Please draw your sword and go down the mountain!"

These suffocating words were as strong as Xie Xiaofeng, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Xie Wangsun's words continued, "We are all born for you, live because of you, if you want to live freely and freely, then kill us with your own hands, kill all of us who are still alive and lose their lives, you can smile and be proud of Hongchen, and fly with your beloved." ”

Xie Xiaofeng's heart seemed to have begun to drip blood, and his eyes seemed to be oozing blood.

He looked at the ten people in front of him, each of whom was still holding a tablet with a name he knew well.

Xie Xiaofeng's lips moved, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he saw the ten people in front of him speak again: "Please ask the third young master to draw his sword and go down the mountain!" ”

"Hahaha...... Woohoo......"

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly laughed, but the laughter was more like crying, like a stone in his throat, and the extremely suppressed whimpering and strange laughter echoed in the wind and snow for a long time.

But it seemed that he was no longer allowed to cry and laugh, and in a moment, the ten people also slowly fell, and the blood was poured on the rusty divine sword.

In the vast world, a figure slowly walked over, it was Xie Wangsun.

Xie Wangsun also had a sword in his hand, and he walked in front of Xie Xiaofeng and looked at his son indifferently.

"Since you can't do it, then I'll come!"

This man suddenly turned around and pounced, and the sharp edge of his sword was so strong that he pounced on those women, children, old and weak with murderous energy.

The long sword was cold, under the sword light, the sword qi was horizontal, and seeing that a group of Xie women and children were about to die under the sword blade, the Xie sword that had not been unsheathed on the snow for a long time was finally pulled out.

In the frost and snow, a brilliant and demonic blood-colored sword light broke through the air, pointing directly at the long sword in Xie Wangsun's hand.

"Why are you pushing me!" Xie Xiaofeng roared angrily.

But he was stunned again.

I saw that Xie Wangsun suddenly stopped moving forward, turned around and abandoned the sword, and met the sword blade in Xie Xiaofeng's unbelievable eyes.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced through his chest.

"Father!"

Xie Xiaofeng lost his voice.

"Xie is incompetent, ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors, ashamed of the children of the clan, shameless to live in the world anymore......" Xie Wangsun held the long sword on his chest, his expression was calm, as if he didn't feel any pain, and just looked at Xie Xiaofeng, "It seems that the sword heart forged back then is still not tough enough and sharp enough after all." ”

The words of sighing have a rare slight change in mood.

"Today, my father will cast a sword heart that is invincible in the world and has no flaws for you. From now on, no one will be able to restrain you or restrain you, Xie family...... I'll leave it to you. ”

After that, this person drew his sword and retreated, pulled out a stream of blood, and then turned around and jumped off the top of Huashan under Xie Xiaofeng's blank gaze.

The wind and snow were as old as ever, Xie Xiaofeng was still stunned on the spot, but his green hair was suddenly dyed white at an indescribable speed, melting with the frost and snow, inseparable from each other, like fire.

At this time, the old and weak women and children spoke in unison, "Please draw your sword and go down the mountain!" ”

"Got it!" Xie Xiaofeng said calmly.

Long.

"Hahaha...... Ah......h

A brilliant and unparalleled sword aura suddenly rose up in the sound of sorrow and laughter, stirring the wind and clouds, and went straight to the sky.

The king of the sword is already a close god.

(End of chapter)