In Yichuan City, on the official road fifteen miles south of Xiongwu Pass, the horse's hooves roared, and seven black-robed men with long swords galloped like lightning, like a black arrow, passing through this only reckless world.

On the rivers and lakes, no matter who they are, if they meet these seven people, they will not dare to offend easily, because they all have a common surname: Ximen!

In the cold land of Dongxuanzhou, when the word Ximen is mentioned, people will immediately think of a person, the old sword god Ximen Donglou, who ranks third on the sword god list, and the sect he governs is the Dongxuan Sword Pool, which is more famous than the Red Lotus Sword Sect of Taiqing Tianxi City.

Dongxuan Sword Pond is like a behemoth entrenched in Dongxuan, which has stood for hundreds of years, and each generation of the descendants of the Ximen family will always emerge one or two or more top-notch people who are famous all over the world. And the East Building of the West Gate is the character who occupies the third Jiazi of the sword. Although he is only third, this does not mean that he will be weaker than the first sword god Gu Beicheng, but because he has never stepped into the Central Plains in forty years, his ranking on the sword god list was ranked sixty years ago. Ximen Donglou is now nearly 100 years old, and few people know how strong his martial arts are, but this does not affect his and Dongxuanjianchi's status in the rivers and lakes.

The thirteen swords of the West Gate, if one person stomps his feet, the entire East Xuanwu Forest will tremble, and these thirteen sword masters are just the sons and apprentices of the East Building of the West Gate.

There are rumors in the martial arts that any three of the thirteen swords of the Ximen can destroy a second-rate sect overnight, and this is indeed the case.

At this time, five of the seven black-robed people who rode their horses were all characters in the Thirteen Swords of Ximen.

The first young handsome man who was born with sword eyebrows and dragon eyes was the eldest grandson of the East Gate of the East Building of the Dongxuan Sword Crown, named Ximen Feilong, who looked only twenty-five or sixteen years old, but he was already a Zhongtian master in the early stage of Tongxuan, he was carrying a red sword without a sheath and no box, galloping on his horse, looking forward to the heroic posture, with a condensed murderous aura in his eyes.

Keeping alongside Simon Feilong is a cold and glamorous woman of his age, the woman has a good face, although she is not a sinking fish and a goose, but the heroic spirit revealed between her eyebrows makes her eyes shine. Her green hair is not like ordinary women's temples and hairpins, but she is tied with a white ribbon on the top of her head, which is neat and tidy.

The woman is no one else, she is Ximen Feilong's sister Ximen Feiyan, Ximen family Ding Xingwang, there has always been only one daughter among the people of the same generation, to her generation, finally had two, but was abducted one, Ximen Feiyan left Jianchi with his brother and the elders in the family this time, in order to find the cousin Ximen Feihua who was lost because of the love word.

Ximen Feiyan has an excellent relationship with her cousin, so at this time she can't help but worry, if her sister insists on refusing to turn back, what should she do, in case her father and uncle have a temper and really wash her sister's sweetheart with blood, then how should she deal with herself in the future? Thinking of this, Ximen Feiyan secretly decided that she would not follow in her sister's footsteps in the future, Dongxuan Jianchi has more than 10,000 disciples and is full of talents, why do you have to go against the training of the group and marry an outsider?

She glanced back at her father Ximen Hongtu and uncle Ximen Honglang behind her, both of whom were sinking like water. Especially his uncle Ximen Honglang, as his sister's father, his eyes were red, and he thought that he had been scolded by his grandfather a lot these days. Ximen Feiyan retracted his mind and sighed secretly, thinking that when he met his sister, he must persuade her well.

The three horsemen behind Ximen Honglang are two men and one woman, namely Ximen Hongfei, Ximen Hongming and Ximen Hongyan.

There is an unwritten rule in the Ximen family, all the disciples who worship the sword pool, must forget the ancestral surname, change the surname to Ximen, in order to really be regarded as the disciple of the East Xuan Sword Pool, although this condition is very mean, but to be able to enter the West Gate Sword Pool to learn the sword, is the dream of every East Xuan Erlang, so all along, there have been countless descendants of the rivers and lakes who have no family background, and would rather change their names and surnames to join the East Xuan Sword Pool, and Ximen Hongfei and Ximen Hongming are the best among this type of people.

As for the middle-aged beauty Ximen Hongyan who followed the back of the team, she is the sister of the two Ximen Hongtu brothers.

The reason why Ximen Hongyan wants to be with the two brothers is actually to have another inadequate and humane thoughts, only she understands the helplessness and sorrow of the woman born in the Ximen family. When I was young, I was not like my niece, I turned a blind eye to those outstanding children in the sect who were welcome to me everywhere, but I fell in love with the ranger in the green shirt and sword, but it was a pity that I was not as willful as my niece Ximen Feihua after all, and I was bold enough to run away from home, and I did not hesitate to abandon my family and sect for the people I liked. But then again, isn't this exactly what she Ximen Hongyan wanted to do but didn't dare to do back then? But even if she did it back then, wouldn't it be better off than now?

Thinking of this, Ximen Hongyan laughed at herself, and looked up at her husband Ximen Hongfei, for so many years, she has always been cold and indifferent to him, how could she have given him any good looks?

seemed to feel the eyes of his wife behind him, Ximen Hongfei, who was over fifty years old but still extraordinary, turned his head and smiled slightly at his wife. For some reason, at this moment, Ximen Hongyan's heart was sour for no reason.

The horse's hooves flew, and the group did not make any stops, nor did they have any communication, and they walked outside the Xiongwu Pass in a short time.

Simon Feilong, who was young and vigorous in the first place, suddenly felt a sense of unease, and the horse under his crotch suddenly raised his front hooves and stood up, if it weren't for his father Simon Hongtu to help him behind him, he almost fell off the horse. After stabilizing his figure, he looked at it and saw an old man in a brocade robe with gray hair sitting cross-legged in a gazebo not far away.

From the old man's body, Simon Feilong obviously felt a danger, and he also guessed that the horse was frightened just now must have something to do with the old man. He said angrily, "Old man, are you impatient?"

"Feilong!" With a soft shout, a person walked out of the horse team, it was Ximen Feilong's father, Ximen Hongtu, he looked indifferent, coldly looked at the old man of his age in the pavilion not far away, and said indifferently: "You are Su Yanglie?"

When Ximen Feilong heard the name, his face became even more angry, but he didn't speak again.

The old man in the pavilion held the long knife that was flat on his knees, and slowly got up, his figure was not tall, but at this moment there was a momentum that stood up to the sky. He said with a calm face: "It's the old man, presumably a few of them are from the Ximen family of the Dongxuan Sword Pool, right?

Ximen Hongtu sneered and glanced at his son, Ximen Feilong understood what his father meant, and immediately said coldly: "It's up to you, are you worthy of letting my grandfather and his old man do it himself?"

Standing proudly in the pavilion, the old man with a long knife in his hand smiled slightly: "Yes, there are five of the thirteen swords of Ximen, and they are already lifting Su." ”

"Hurry up and take us to your Broken Moon Village, hand over my sister, and then you and your son will apologize for their crimes, I may persuade my father to spare your Su family." ”

Ximen Feilong's words were very impolite, but they made the five swords of Ximen behind him nod secretly in their hearts, these words were inconvenient for any of them to say, but at this moment, it was just right for Ximen Feilong, a junior, to say it, and young people should be arrogant when they should be public.

The old man in the brocade robe in the pavilion is Su Yanglie, the owner of the Full Moon Village, known as the first knife in Yichuan, he had a big quarrel with his son Su Chenyang three days ago, and then left home in a bad mood, and came to the ancient pavilion outside the Xiongwu Pass to wait for three days, in order to let his son feel at ease and marry his beloved woman, no matter who comes to the Ximen family, he will defend the Xiongwu Pass to the death.

Obviously strong in martial arts but not fighting or robbing, he has lived in a corner of Yichuan City all his life, and now when Lao Ji is in ambush, he wants to be in the limelight for his son for a while!

Su Yanglie said with a smile: "Although Ximen Feihua is a person from your Dongxuan Sword Pool, but he has been taken by my son, I, who is Lao Tzu, naturally want to follow his wishes, let them get married in the church with peace of mind, and give me a big fat grandson, hehe, if any of you want to spoil this happy event, then you must first ask the old man if he agrees to this treasure knife in his hand." ”

Ximen Feilong couldn't bear it anymore when he heard this, and pulled out the crimson sword behind his back, and wanted to step forward to kill the old man with a sword, but his father stopped him softly.

I only heard Ximen Hongtu say: "Fifth junior brother, why don't you go and meet this Yichuan first knife for a while?" When he spoke, he also specially accentuated the four words "Yichuan first knife" a little more, but there was a bit of banter in his tone, and the voice fell, and he walked out behind him, it was Ximen Hongfei, who was nearly fifty years old but still handsome and heroic.

He jumped off the horse lightly, stepped on the snow without a trace when he landed, and walked towards Su Yanglie step by step. Ximen Hongfei ranks fifth in the thirteen swords of Dongxuan and Ximen, but this is only a ranking in terms of seniority, if it is only about martial arts, he is not under the two brothers Ximen Hongtu and Ximen Honglang, otherwise it is impossible to become the son-in-law of Ximen Donglou.

Su Yanglie looked at Ximen Hongfei, who was walking towards him with an indifferent expression, walked out of the pavilion with a calm face, and slowly drew the knife out of the sheath, showing a snowy light under the sunlight.

His sword, called the Occult Moon, is a treasure knife that has been tempered thousands of times.

The two stopped at the same time when they were three feet apart on the white snow, and Ximen Hongfei only drew the long sword behind his back at this time, which was a sword that looked glorious and restrained, just like his people.

The big war is about to break out.