In the Imperial City of the Barrier Forest Kingdom, in the ancestral hall of the royal family, the man had a haggard face, looked at the tablets, and was silent.

Gently draped the man's robe, and the delicate-looking woman whispered: "The snow is cold, the king pays attention to his body." ”

The well-embroidered robe is embroidered with nine dragons, and the hem line is like a tumbling wave.

The man touched the sun and moon pattern on the robe above his heart, and the unbearable color in his eyes revealed, "It's cold, the mountains should be even cooler, right?"

Holding the man's cheek lightly, the woman said with pity: "Your Majesty, don't think too much. ”

Taking out the jade box from her arms, after the woman opened it, she put the small beads in the box in front of the man's nose, and as the beads turned into light smoke were slowly sucked into the man's mouth and nose, the nine dragon patterns on the man's robe were like living creatures, and they were swaying on the robe with teeth and claws.

In the Imperial City of the Barrier Forest Country, all the dragon patterns are radiating light.

Walking out of the ancestral hall, the man's face obviously improved a lot, looking at the depths of the palace, for thousands of years, regardless of the rise and fall, the royal family of the Barrier Forest Country has always kept a promise.

The man closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Did you end up because of me?"

Snuggling up to the man, the woman whispered, "The king regrets it?"

Pulling the woman in front of him and holding her into his arms, the man said softly: "For you, I don't regret it." ”

In the heavily guarded palace, two figures stood on the palace wall, and the young man who had seen the love scenes of women and men sneered: "The emperor of this barrier forest country is still a lover, but it's a pity, when the time comes, how can Senior Sister Wu fall in love with this useless fool." ”

The sharp-eyed old man wore a jade crown on his head, shook his head and said, "Don't think about these useless things, what you have to do is to defeat those who compete with you for opportunities." ”

"Master, we have been planning in the Wind Valley for a hundred years, what else do you have to worry about. ”

"Do you still know that you have been planning for a hundred years?"

This young man who had been happy and dashing in the palace all day patted his head, and the old man taught: "Although Lingyun Mountain and Sword Blood Villa only know a little about this place, they are not sure to have any means, if you are very self-confident and careless to underestimate the enemy, then a hundred years of hard work will fall short, and the sin is unforgivable." ”

Seeing the woman helping the man back to the house, the old man asked, "It seems that there is not much dragon qi left, have you sent someone to collect it?"

Grinning and rubbing his head, the young man smiled: "Don't worry, master, I have already sent someone to follow that child, and there is no mistake." ”

The old man nodded, and in the wind and snow, his eyes cast into the distance.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, this opportunity, the wind valley is determined to win.

In a restaurant, the man felt the comfortable force under his feet, couldn't help but snort comfortably, and smiled at the young man sitting next to him with a long sword: "Senior brother, don't you come and enjoy it?" ”

The young man by the window waved his hand and said with a disgusted expression: "I think your feet stink." ”

"Hahaha"

The man with a scar on his face lifted the bewitching red long sword on the table, lifted the chin of the woman who was massaging the soles of his feet with the tip of the sword, and asked, "Does my foot stink?"

The tip of the sword was on the neck, and the woman smiled: "The guest officer's feet are fragrant." ”

The young man by the window stuck out his tongue in disgust, but he couldn't blame this woman for telling a lie, because once he told the truth, I am afraid that there would be another blood mark on the senior brother's sword.

If you don't see blood when you kill, that's not a good sword.

In Sword Blood Villa, on the sword that each disciple is equipped with, there are marks on the sword body, and every time a person is killed, there will be one more blood mark on the sword.

With a satisfied smile on his face, the man with the scar put the long sword with three hundred and twenty-one blood marks on the table, kicked the soles of his feet lightly in front of the woman, and said with a smile: "Stand down, wait for me in the room at night." ”

With his shoes and socks on, the man walked out of the house, followed by the young man.

In the dead of night, outside the city, the young man was puzzled: "Senior brother, only the affairs of this obstacle forest country are known to the Wind Valley, Lingyun Mountain and us, why do you want to spread it?"

Leaning on an old tree, hearing the dense sound of breaking the air, the man smiled: "You'll know later." ”

A few groups of figures either landed on the branches or stood in the snow, and there were more and more people, and when they saw only men and teenagers, someone finally asked.

"It's really sick, is it true that this obstacle forest country is like you said, there is a heavy treasure born?"

"Hehe, Sword Blood Villa will have such a good heart, tell us?"

"Tell me, what are your plans?"

Counting the number of people, the man smiled and said, "Of course the thing is true, what did I lie to you?"

The red long sword was very bewitching in the snow, and the man licked his lips, "Of course, Sword Blood Villa didn't have the kindness to tell you the news. ”

"In return..."

The man smiled evilly, his body moved suddenly, and the red sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake winding through the grass.

"Take your lives for the price. ”

Not in the mood to look at this picture of blood and severed limbs, the young man fell straight in the snow, waiting for the man.

The night was silent again, there were twenty-nine more blood marks on the sword, and the man kicked the young man who fell in the snow, thinking of the woman who pressed her feet, Li Youjian was a little anxious, "Let's go, go back quickly, senior brother still has important business." ”

Muttering and standing up, the young man said angrily: "Inform them, kill them again, in the middle of the night, senior brother, you are bored enough." ”

kicked the young man down, the man squatted down and pointed to the scene of a river of blood in the distance, and said with a smile: "What do you know, this is called a good omen, Rui Blood Trillion Year, do you understand." ”

Seeing the boy sitting up and dusting the place where he kicked him, the man thought that he had hit hard, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. ”

The young man gave a thumbs up with one hand and praised: "Senior brother's sword is really fast, this scene of Rui blood, festive, festive." ”

"It's okay, what are you doing there?"

"What for?"

The young man's words were faster than the man's sword just now, and they hurt even more, piercing the man in an instant.

"Duster smell, or there shouldn't be a smell of stinky feet. ”

On the top of the mountain on a snowy night, after Dong Nanyan's punch was handed over, a white-haired fanged ghost struggled and wailed under the broken trees.

Dong Nanyan protected the little boy and said softly: "Daoist Qi." ”

In the broken temple, Qi Daozhen jumped out, and with a shake of his big sleeves, a piece of rune paper floated out.

Holding a peachwood sword, holding the rune paper and pointing at the ghost, the little Taoist shouted: "Town!"

A thunderclap exploded at the top of the mountain.

A thunder net emerged from the rune paper, covering the ghost.

The thunder net shrank tighter and tighter, and the white-haired and fanged ghost creature curled up, wailing bitterly.

Unexpectedly, following such a powerful ghost behind him, the little boy was afraid, and thanked the young man who had misunderstood that he was going to attack him: "Thank you, senior." ”

It's the first time I've heard someone call himself a senior, Dong Nanyan smiled: "You're welcome." ”

Suddenly, the triumphant Qi Daozhen was stunned, and in the thunder net, the powerful ghost turned into a cloud of green smoke and drifted away into the distance.

"Dong Gongzi, there is more than one!"

Calling Ye Zhi to take care of the little boy, Dong Nanyan stood on tiptoe and jumped on the branch.

In the distance, the man who had been hiding in the tree put the ghost into the hollowed-out ball in his hand, and when he saw that he had been discovered by the young man, he didn't say a word, his body was like a light wind, and he swept down the mountain.