From today more than 1,000 years ago, Zhou **** disappeared in the mainland hundreds of years ago, and countless strong people were defeated by Zhou in hundreds of years, and countless famous swords were broken under the knife and buried in the grassland of Zhou Garden. This grassland is the Sword Pond, or the Sword Sea. One of the proudest and most powerful swords, after making a long preparation, began to try to leave this grassland and see the light of day, breaking the ban from the edge of the grassland, quickly diving into the small lake on the side of the grassland, straight into the world on the other side of the cliff, swimming like a fish in the big lake, and then from the bottom of the lake back to the cold pool at the source of the stream, through the complex structure of the Zhou Yuan world, avoiding the rules in between, and finally succeeded.

It's a pity that this sword didn't compete for all its merits, and when he left the grassland, in order to resist the ban set by Zhou Dufu, Jian Li stayed in the grassland, and fought against the breath emanating from those stone pillars, only the sword body came to the forest on the bank of the river, and was gradually covered by fallen leaves.

The sword and the will are forced to separate.

One day, a disciple named Su Li came to the Zhou Garden, he walked into the silent forest, stepped over the rotten fallen leaves, picked up the sword that had rusted and lost its former style, and then took it away from the Zhou Garden. That sword intent was still trapped in the grassland, waiting in silence and loneliness. Hundreds of years have passed, and a student named Chen Changsheng of the National Education College came to Zhou Yuan, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his hand, and the sword and the meaning finally met, so there was a volley of ten thousand swords at this time.

These histories, which are full of unyielding and resistant, belong to that sword and this ten thousand swords, Chen Changsheng can't understand the back time, naturally he can't understand these details, but he holds the yellow paper umbrella and stands between the ten thousand remnant swords, and has a deeper understanding of the feelings that come from that sword intent.

These swords wanted to leave Zhou Yuan, and there was nothing else to ask for.

So, let's leave together.

Just as he said to this sword intent before, what he said to Xu Yourong, at this time, he also made a commitment to the countless swords around the mausoleum.

It was dark all around the mausoleum, the warm red light had turned cold, and the smell of dirt and rust was everywhere. More than 10,000 broken and obsolete swords, at the moment of birth, burst out with hatred and power that had been accumulated for hundreds of years, at least one-third of the demon beasts were killed, and the black beast tide was temporarily suppressed.

But the beast tide was only quiet for a while, and it was impossible for the Ten Thousand Dao Remnant Sword to continue to release such a powerful sword intent, as time passed, the beast tide surged again, and let out an angry howl towards the remnant swords in the sky, I don't know if it was because the grassland was full of blood and water, those howls were even more terrifying and bloody.

The sword pool finally appeared, and ten thousand swords were volleyed.

Looking at this scene, both the old man and the maid were pale, almost desperate, and even the powerful demon general couple also became extremely solemn, and some ominous signs could even be seen in their eyes, but Nanke's little face did not have any fear, but was silent for a while.

Through countless swords, she looked at Chen Changsheng in front of the main gate of the mausoleum, and her voice was cold and tough as a thousand years of ice: "Do you think this can change the ending of this story?"

After the mountain and sea sword broke through the air before, she said something similar to Chen Changsheng, at that time Chen Changsheng didn't answer, just held the heavy iron sword and pointed at her from afar, now he didn't answer either, with his gaze, the hundreds of swords in front of the mausoleum slowly turned and aimed at her.

Actions are always more powerful than words, they can be used to persuade people or they can be used to kill.

Looking at this scene, the corners of Nanke's lips raised slightly, and he looked at those swords and said contemptuously: "A group of defeated swords, how can you be brave?"

These swords were once famous on the mainland, and the owners were all really strong, but in the end they were all defeated by the two broken knives, and then they were buried in this grassland by Zhou Dufu, and under the miserable wind and rain and endless sun, they suffered for hundreds of years, broken or broken, and covered in rust.

Nanke considered himself the inheritor of this Zhou Garden, how could he allow these swords to leave?

She lifted the black soul wood in her hand and looked at the broken swords in the air around the mausoleum with a blank expression.

With her movements, the black soul wood suddenly shone again, but it was more condensed and pure than before, as if it was like a night pearl that was thousands of times brighter. At the same time, her indifferent voice sounded again: "Defeat is defeat, you were defeated hundreds of years ago, and you will fail hundreds of years later." ”

As she spoke, her feet left Shinto and slowly drifted towards the sky.

The remnant rain fell, her skirt fluttered, her black hair fluttered, and the childish meaning between her eyebrows and eyes gradually faded, leaving only a demonic chill. A powerful aura emanated from her petite body in all directions. Dozens of black air currents, like ribbons, swirled around her body.

Chen Changsheng had never despised this powerful and even terrifying demon princess, not to mention that she was the only disciple of the black robe, and she was obviously quite related to this Zhou Yuan, who knew what other means she was hiding? Listening to her contemptuous and confident words, he knew that he could not let the situation develop like this, and his divine sense moved slightly, and a sword broke through the wind.

The heavy mountain and sea sword slashed towards the Nanke in the sky above Shinto with a hurricane.

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er had already been prepared, and they rose up violently, and with a powerful cultivation, they blocked the sword alive.

The Shanhai Sword is very wide and large, and there is a delicate sword hidden behind it.

At the moment of life and death, Chen Changsheng also learned to use this cold method. The delicate Yue Nu Sword, covered by the hurricane raised by the mountain and sea sword, quietly broke through the barrier of the demon general couple, came to Nanke's body, and stabbed her eyebrows with a soft snort.

At this time, Nanke had already closed his eyes, and his slightly open eyebrows and eyes were snow-white, without any affection, and he did not see the coming of this Xiu Sword.

The old man who played the piano, who seemed to have lost his heart, shouted, stepped on the floating strings, stepped on the floating strings, stepped in the air for a few steps, stopped in front of Nanke, and blocked the show sword with his body. With a pop, Xiujian stabbed into the throat of the old man who played the piano, and blood splattered out!

In the hurricane, the heavy iron sword suppressed the demon general couple, and the corpse of the old man who played the qin was falling towards the ground, although he blocked the Yue Nu sword for a moment, but Nanke had not woken up yet, where was Chen Changsheng willing to miss this opportunity, reached out and took down the broken Demon Shuai Banner Sword from the air, and slashed towards Nanke from a distance of hundreds of zhang!

Suddenly the sound of a drumming wind sounded over the Shinto Road, where a slight residual rain was falling, as if an invisible flag was fluttering.

The battle flag fluttered, the sword intent moved forward bravely, and the first half of the Demon Shuai Banner Sword that had been broken carried a chilling sword light.

Chen Changsheng didn't know how to sword the sword, but he wanted to try to see if he could use the demon clan's swordsmanship to break the demon princess's defenses. It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to see the result of this sword, because a warning sign suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness, which made him forcibly take back the Demon Shuai Banner Sword that was about to come out of the sword, and lay it in front of his eyebrows.

Bang!

Only half of the Demon Shuai Banner Sword was left vibrating violently in the air outside the edge of the stone platform, making a somewhat unwilling sound.

Chen Changsheng had a sharp pain in his wrist, if it weren't for his amazing will, he was afraid that this Demon Shuai Banner Sword would have taken off his hand.

Where did the arrow come from?

Looking around the main entrance of the mausoleum, he didn't see any arrows, only a hairy hair slowly falling from the Shinto.

Could it be that it wasn't an arrow that hit the Demon Shuai Banner Sword before, but just a hair?

He looked out at the grassland below the mausoleum.

I saw that in the middle of the black ocean formed by the beast tide, there was a mountain-like demon beast figure slowly appearing.

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(The first chapter, I'll write it slower today, anyway, I'll finish writing 8,000 words and sleep at the end.) ）