The sword has not yet arrived, but the sword intent has risen.

Bring a sense of slaughter.

Broke into the door of the wooden house.

Xiao Ru smelled the aroma of barbecue by the campfire, and his concentration seemed to be undisturbed.

But suddenly in the dark night there was a wind drifting by, and it swam around the edge of the campfire several times, blowing the flames and dry ashes, bringing a little deep cold.

The girl shrunk and moved closer to the fire, rubbing her hands together, sniffing and asking, "Sister Qingzhi, is this meat edible?" ”

No one answered her.

Qingzhi suddenly took her hands back from the barbecue, wiped her hands with the rags that were placed next to her, and then leaned closer to Xiaoru, she held the long sword, did not speak, but her eyes gradually condensed, looking into the darkness ahead.

The ruthless fairy's face was slightly cold, and there was a layer of cold aura between her eyes.

Her sword stood right in front of her.

The sword body is unsheathed, and the cold edge of the sword is exposed, with a little cold sword light.

She didn't get up, but her mind was always on every inch of the world in front of the wooden house.

So when the sword in the darkness suddenly came, she knew it first.

If it was usual, if someone entered the forest, she would definitely swing her sword away, and she would never let the other party have a chance to get close to the wooden house.

It's just that at this moment, she is helpless.

Her sword was helpless.

Because the uninvited sword in the darkness carries too much pride.

This pride is not deliberate, but innate, a kind of conceit that seeps out of the bones.

Faced with such a proud sword, the ruthless fairy knew that she would not be able to stop the other party from the cabin no matter what.

can only let the other party open the way with his sword, pierce this dark night, and then break the peace here.

Xiao Ru finally sensed that something was wrong, she stood up, leaned close to Qingzhi's side, and then followed her gaze.

In the darkness, the sword intent rose, and the sound of the sword roared came.

Between the ancient trees not far ahead, someone stepped over the branches and leaves of the trees.

The man was a teenager.

But not an ordinary teenager.

His eyebrows were wide and straight, like a great sword.

His eyes were sharp, like a sword hidden in them.

His face was cold and cold, like a sharp edge under a sword.

Even his standing posture was so straight and impartial, like a long sword pointing to the sky.

......

He was a boy who was born for the sword.

Raise the sword in Nanshan, swing the sword in the world.

The young man asked with a sword all his life, except for his master, he has not yet met anyone who can compare with him in swordsmanship.

So he was very proud.

It's even a bit domineering.

So much so that when he came to this deep forest and saw the three masters and apprentices who were roasting meat next to the bonfire, his head was slightly raised, as if he was scrutinizing.

It's not deliberate, it's just nature.

Even when he saw the sword of the ruthless fairy standing in front of him and felt the breath of the other party's four realms of soul suppression, the young man's expression did not change in the slightest.

Still as cold as a sword, with an unparalleled sharpness.

He carried a sword in his hand.

That sword has a deep aura and is old.

It seems to have appeared in this world a long time ago, and it has been passed down for a long time.

At this moment, the boy did not swing his sword, but just raised it and calmly placed it at his side.

That sword intent had already permeated, and it had come here a long time ago.

The light of the fire in front of the campfire shone on the boy's face, reflecting his cold countenance and the cold sword light between his eyes.

Xiao Ru secretly looked at the young man with a sword in front of him, and just glanced at it slightly, and his eyes were stinging with sword light.

She couldn't help but groan softly, covering her eyes and lying on Qingzhi, not daring to take another look.

Qingzhi blocked Xiao Ru behind her, held the long sword in front of her, she frowned, and just wanted to open her mouth to scold, but the ruthless fairy suddenly stood up, she held the long sword in front of her, pointed obliquely at the ground, and a sword light spread out from the blade, clear and striking, with the terrifying aura of the peak of the four realms.

The young man glanced at the sword light lightly, his head still not lowered, but there was a trace of inexplicable disappointment in his eyes.

When the wind rose, he suddenly said, "This is your sword?"

This sentence is very unreasonable, but the ruthless fairy seems to know it in his chest.

She replied, "This is my sword." ”

The boy asked again, "I wonder if there's another sword here." ”

"The sword is gone. ”

The ruthless fairy spoke, "At night in the deep forest, the sword intent went straight into the sky, and the breath and power in it made people only look up. If I'm not mistaken, the sword intent that left is very similar to the sword in your hand. ”

The boy was silent for a moment, then said, "Because that sword is from the same place as me. ”

As soon as this sentence fell, the ruthless fairy's eyes were slightly raised, and she asked, "You are the descendant of the Sword Saint, Baili Broken River?"

"It's down there. ”

Baili Duanjiang held his head high and spoke calmly.

With pride from the hills of Nanshan.

The ruthless fairy suddenly looked at the long sword in his hand, and his emotions were a little complicated.

She dedicated her life to kendo.

In front of his daughter's sword, he forged ahead, traveled across the continent of the world, knew his fate at twenty, guarded his heart at thirty, and entered the soul of the four realms at the age of forty.

Until this moment, the peak of the four realms.

The sword intent in one hand shocked the world, and for more than 40 years, she asked herself that there were few opponents in the way of the sword.

In those days of the past, she also had her own pride.

But in this deep forest, not long ago, he was completely crushed by a sword-lifting young man with supreme sword intent, and he didn't even know the identity of the other party.

It was only known that his sword came from the South Mountain hills, and it may have come from the hand of the Wilderness Sword Master.

Now in the dark night, she was approached by the true descendant of the Sword Saint.

Although they were both at the peak of the Four Realms, she knew that there was an insurmountable gap between her sword and the sword of the Hundred Miles Broken River.

Even from the moment Baili Duanjiang appeared here, he hadn't taken a serious look at his sword.

It made her very uncomfortable.

But there is nothing to be done.

After 40 years of hard work, he practiced hard, and he couldn't compare to the talent and background of Nanshan boys.

Maybe that's life.

Baili Duanjiang stood straight in the night, and he suddenly looked up at the sky above the top of the forest, as if he could see the traces of the original sword intent.

He knew that that sword intent contained the aura of the Sword Saint Master.

But I don't know who the other party is and what kind of relationship it has with the Nanshan hills.

He needed to find the owner of that sword intent as soon as possible.

Since he couldn't find an answer, he prepared to leave, wanting to continue his search along the gravel path beyond the deep forest.

He turned and walked with his sword in hand, without saying a word.

and rude and arrogant when he came.

The ruthless fairy held the long sword, and the sword light was still permeating the land, but a moment later, at the moment when the sword intent of the Baili Broken River was roaring and preparing to go away, her sword light suddenly startled, illuminating the scene in front of the wooden house.

The sword light poured out, all the way forward, flowing and dispersing lightly along the gap between the trees, and finally came to the front of the Baili Broken River.

Stop him.

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