After the fog dissipated, Jing Ming was already lying in the first layer of the Sword Mountain, at this time the Sword Mountain was different from the first time he came in, there was only one sword filled with black fog everywhere, and a large number of long swords were densely inserted around, and a large number of geniuses were at the peak of the Pole Island Flying Sword in the last hundred years, and the disciples under the door were boldly called the first Sword Gate, and the swordsmen in the world were all out of the Extreme Island, which was definitely a joke three hundred years ago, Qingshan was the well-deserved First Sword Gate, these flying swords are good proof, they can leave the flying sword on the first layer of the Sword Mountain in front of the body of the rivers and lakes, and there are more than tens of thousands。

Most of these swords were rotten, and only a few could still be faintly seen in front of their masters.

Jing Ming lay motionless on the ground.

A sword in front of his head, some shadows can be faintly seen with a slight rust on the sword body, it is very strange, what is reflected on the blade is not the surrounding scenery, but another scene, it is the night when Jing Ming Yutang Cave was stabbed by the demon of the Dead Island.

The moon hung on the head of the city of Mukden.

The weather in late spring is clean at night with the summer night sky, the moon is very bright tonight, sprinkled on the street like day, Jing Ming will practice swords in the courtyard after dinner as usual, no matter the wind and rain for more than ten years, it is no wonder that he will become the first person in the youth martial arts of the whole Fengtian City, and when the Qingjiao Dabi is approaching, the dean Mr. Changjing opened the back to this genius disciple and taught him the sword method that should have been learned by entering the sect.

Like all young men who use swords, Jing Ming wants to enter the Polar Island at this moment and become a martial arts swordsman.

The young man's sword over and over again, from the beginning of the sword control is unstable and slowly can make the flying sword move in a short distance, when the young man's sword is flying away in the yard, he didn't control the strength and almost opened an eye on the buttocks of the old Zhang Tou who was pouting his ass and was killing chickens, and the old boy who was slow on weekdays was not smart, and turned his head to use a sharp knife that still had chicken blood to cut down the flying sword, and he was so wronged that he didn't let go of his anger which was the temper of the old man Zhang, and kicked on the chicken feathers and suddenly flew towards the boy like an arrow, and the young man who couldn't control the sword just now was inspired by the sky, and when the palm was raised, the long sword was guarded in front of him, and he thought about the sword spinning in a circle, the flying sword got up and spun in a circle, just cutting off all the chicken feathers in front of him.

Lao Zhangtou didn't get a good idea, he was unwilling, just when he was about to continue to trouble Jing Ming, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Miss Su standing in front of the door, and he was scared when he was scared, which was more effective than a mouse seeing a cat, and the chicken in his hand was all because Miss Su raised her throat when she was eating: ' I haven't eaten lo-mei for a long time, 'I don't know if I'm afraid of my wife or the guy who loves my wife didn't come to eat before I finished eating, so I went out and got a chicken with beautiful feathers, Miss Su loves Jing Ming very much, of course I know it in my heart, so I can only glared at the boy unceremoniously and turned around and went back to the kitchen to clean up the chicken feathers with boiling hot water.

After Jing Ming mastered the sword technique a little, he became more and more ecstatic, although the night was getting darker, he was still practicing the sword, and the swordsmanship was more and more freely used, and the evening breeze blew a petal from the tree. Solve the flowers, 'The tip of the flying sword brushed upwards at a position about a millimeter away from the petals, and the sword wind brought up the falling petals to blow up again, and the light flying sword flashed on the petals, and the flying petals were about to fall again, and the flying sword brushed over the petals again, and the petals flew up again, so that after a total of five or six times, the petals that left the branch and flew down fell back to the ground.

"Smack~~"

Jing Ming snapped his fingers triumphantly.

The petals on the ground were broken into seven or eight petals in response, and the position of the fracture was very ingenious, all along the veins of the flower tendons, and the first time he learned the flying sword, he had such exquisite control, no wonder Jing Ming was a little proud.

The young man exhaled slowly, looked at the sky and found that the moon was about to set, so he planned to dig some well water to wash and rest, suddenly a gust of wind blew, the slightly sultry weather in late spring was blown by the wind but it was a little cold, the young man did not notice anything wrong with the right, took a step forward, and the moon that had been on the side of the mountain climbed high in the opposite direction, shining in the well, Jing Ming's raised soles fell to the ground, leaned forward, and fell to the ground without warning.

The gray-haired head poked out from the kitchen door, and looked left and right sneakily, after making sure that no one was watching, this guy tiptoed to Jing Ming's side and kicked two feet to make sure that he would not wake up, with a smug look on his face, he returned to the room and took a sword and walked to the well in a big way, knocked on the edge of the well with a sword, and the old dragon teeth that were hiding under the water and trembling flew down.

The old man rubbed his palm that still had chicken blood, and said: "What are you afraid of, I won't kill you, I just want to take some blood from you, you kid just steal the fun, what I prepared is the 10,000-year-old phoenix blood, a very pure kind, if you can't find the right dragon blood for a while, who wants you bastard." ”

The old dragon has absolutely no heart to die, it is true that he wants to cry, who dares to question its bloodline in the demon world, and this old man who seems to be weak and incomparably strong can be so disgusted, every time he says it, he has to nod very respectfully.

The old man's eyes rose slightly.

The old dragon's body trembled, naturally the old man disliked it for not being smart enough, and hurriedly gritted his teeth to force out his heart, "Roar~~~," The neck roared loudly, the old man had already done it himself, raised the sheathed sword against its chest, and with a little force, the dragon king's eyes were red, and his mouth was wide open and spit out a large amount of red blood with purple flames, this is the blood of its heart after three hundred years before it condensed into such a mass in front of him, for any place, this level of dragon blood is enough to make the head of the entire martial arts fight break the blood flow, and it is also here here that the old man with a big background will be like dog blood and pig blood at will be filled with a wooden plate at will.

Lao Zhang slapped the old dragon back into the well.

The old man put the dragon's blood beside the young man, turned around and took out the phoenix blood from the kitchen, which was obviously chicken blood, and the blood of the dragon and phoenix was actually unique, and the blood of the dragon and phoenix was combined, and the sword in his hand was withdrawn, there were two swords in Qingshan, one sword was 'Heavenly Dao,' and one sword was 'Holy Evil,' the Heavenly Dao Sword fell into the dark corner, and it was left behind in Taixuan Mountain, and the other sword 'Holy Evil' was licensed by Hongming Palm Sect to be carried by the beloved disciple Zhang Xiaojing, the old Zhang Tou is Zhang Xiaojing's own deity, and naturally the sword in the old man's hand is' Holy Evil Sword, 'This sword is not only black with a black spine, but also a silver blade with an ordinary long sword, like autumn water, how powerful is the Holy Evil Sword, the old dragon who was squatting in the well trembling knew very well, and he had seen Zhang Xiaojing sharpen the guy who was at least two times more powerful than it with this sword.

The sword of holy evil can be both good and evil.

Those who hold this sword can also be good or evil.

Zhang Xiaojing held this sword, which used to be righteous and was once regarded as evil.

When Zhang Xiaojing, who was so old that his face was like the bark of an old tree, held this sword, he had a ridiculous domineering aura on his body, and when he flicked the sword body and made a clanging sound, the dragon blood and phoenix blood beads in the wooden basin exploded, converging into two blood lines and flying up, surrounding the Holy Evil Sword.

Jing Ming misunderstood the island of death.

After waking up that day, Jing Ming's Yutang acupoint opened a crack, which he had always thought was done by the Demon of the Afterlife Island who liked to devour genius disciples.

At this time, by seeing the remnant sword of the future, he knew that all this was from Zhang Xiaojing's hand.

He carried the holy evil sword with dragon blood and phoenix blood around the two blades, the tip of the sword was against the young man's Yutang acupoint, holding down the sword and slowly stabbing into the Yutang acupoint, a large number of mysterious substances flowed out of the black sword spine, these substances quickly spread all over the body of the long sword, the sword body trembled slightly, the dragon blood, phoenix blood, and the blood and qi in the Jingming Yutang acupoint all rushed into the sword body, and suddenly the originally normal sword became a worthless iron sword.

Jing Ming had seen what happened next.

Lao Zhangtou, who has always been improper, squatted beside him very seriously, kept shaking his body, and said with concern: "Jing Ming, Jing Ming, what's wrong with you?"

The look in his eyes.....

That expression.....

Jing Ming once thought that he was a good person, but now he came back to his senses, and the gap in the Yutang Cave was all because he wanted to seal the Holy Evil Sword, and he was forced to reluctantly embark on the road of martial arts that people don't love, all because of that guy.

The boy lying on the ground jumped up from the ground.

The breath in his heart was not unhappy, and he yelled: "Zhang Xiaojing, you old turtle bastard, you have killed Lao Tzu." ”