It was getting late, the sound of horses' hooves finally slowed down, and after turning a corner, a familiar scenery and a familiar situation appeared in front of Zhang Xiao'an's eyes, between the two mountains, a winding road, full of cold and stiff corpses.

In the dark, Zhang Xiaoan couldn't see too far, but the horses were on the ground. The moment he entered this road, the black horse was no longer under Zhang Xiaoan's control, and ran straight towards the forest where Ah Hong was.

When the black horse reached the bottom of the tree, his steps became disheveled, and after a few circles around the familiar corpse under the tree, he finally began to hiss. The roar echoed through the mountains mixed with the cold wind. Zhang Xiaoan got off the horse, but he didn't dare to look at the corpse under the tree, so he could only find a piece of flat land, find a wooden branch, and dig slowly and silently.

In winter, the ground is as hard as ice, and the branches in Zhang Xiao'an's hands, every time they fall, they can be inserted straight into the depth of the ground. Uncle Duan taught that the first action after the sword style was this simple stab.

After neighing for a long time, the black horse finally quieted down, and knelt down in front of the corpse, its head pressed against the girl's long hair.

There was more rhythmic digging sound in the cold wind, and it seemed that it was no longer lonely, Zhang Xiaoan listened to the wheezing sound of the black horse behind him, recalling the girl's words before she died, and the pain in her heart accumulated again and again with the dancing of the branches.

The branches are ordinary branches, but after several times into the ground, there is no damage in the slightest, and after half an hour, the land seven feet square in front of him, Zhang Xiaoan has been able to insert a foot deep into the frozen soil every time.

The branches of the trees are only more than three feet and a palm.

In the second half of the night, the snow finally stopped, the moonlight turned from hazy to clear, and the ground in front of the young man was still flat, but every time he pierced, it was already more than two feet. Just like the countless exercises, my arm became more and more sore, and the sadness in my heart finally dissipated some.

The boy dug all night, until dawn, and when the branch was pierced, he was left with the length of the ground, and only the palm in his hand was left. Zhang Xiao'an's last sword was only a palm deep when he stabbed in front of him, but with this sword stabbing down, the sword intent that had been accumulated overnight made the entire tomb land burst open.

After the earth and rocks were splashed, Zhang Xiao'an turned around, and under the early sun, he saw Ah Hong's corpse and the horse corpse next to her that was suffocated and suffocated against the tree.

A moment later, a small tomb stood among the trees, and next to the grave was the black horse that had just died.

"Woo-" The low roar of the wolf demon came from all directions beside Zhang Xiao'an, these wolf demons were attracted by the roar of the black horse, and they had been waiting here for a long time, until this early morning, the terrifying aura they felt finally disappeared, and as soon as they found an opportunity, the wolf demon surrounded this place.

These wolf demons are all just through some spiritual wisdom, compared to the monks, they are only three or four layers of condensation, but the coercion of twenty or thirty together, any one of the condensing monks here, I am afraid that they will have to lose half their lives to have a chance to escape.

Zhang Xiaoan was still holding the branch that was a little more than three feet in his hand, facing Ah Hong's grave. To the person who had long been unable to hear the voice, and to the sword intent of victory that he had been unable to find for a long time, he said:

"Killing demons and defending the way, this is the righteousness in my heart. Even if I die here today, I, Zhang Xiaoan, will die without regrets, and this is nothing to worry about. The last sword from this morning's grave digging is my swordsmanship's confidence. Today, I should be undefeated with my sword. ”

The wolf demon naturally didn't understand human speech, and seeing that the figure didn't move, the wolf demon behind it found an opportunity and jumped up towards the back of the young man's neck. The young man felt the cold wind behind him, did not panic, half-squatted and turned around, and the branch in his right hand passed by. The wolf demon's body was like grass, and it became two halves.

The wolves looked at the young man who did not have the slightest fluctuation in cultivation in front of them, and roared and swarmed up. Feeling the hard-won sword intent and experiencing the body technique that he has practiced for seven years, Zhang Xiaoan is like a breeze in the wolves, without flowers and leaves, and without dust.

Every time the branch pierced, a wolf demon with a flaw detached in an instant.

More than 20 wolf demons, but in half an hour, they all fell in front of Ah Hong's grave.

Zhang Xiaoan, who was immersed in the sword intent and couldn't extricate himself, was still unsatisfied. The young man who has realized this layer of sword intent understands even more that no matter how strong the mortal body is, it is nothing more than a withered branch duckweed, if he can't understand this layer of sword intent, no matter how he makes a move, I'm afraid that compared with the martial arts, he will not be one or two stronger.

"Little brother, good sword intent!" Seeing that Zhang Xiaoan effortlessly slaughtered the wolf demon who deliberately let him go over to live in his sword, although Song Qingkun was in disbelief, he still saw from the young man's radical sword moves that the young man obviously had the intention of going to the next level.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoan looked at the white-clothed monk who walked out of the woods, feeling the momentum of the monk slowly rising in front of him, and involuntarily, he exuded the sword intent he had just realized.

"You are Song Qingkun, I remember you said that the Shushan Sword Immortal is your uncle, and my Uncle Duan is your uncle?" the young man threw down the branch and said, involuntarily holding the iron sword at his waist.

"Yes and what, no, you might as well have nothing to worry about and learn this sword with me!" Song Qingkun was afraid that the young man would be worried, so he broke off the artistic conception of the sword, and after giving advice, he released his sword intent to the extreme, and after dispersing his cultivation, he pulled out the sword at his waist and pressed the momentum towards the young man.

Although Zhang Xiaoan got the sword intent, but it was not to the extreme, the young man knew that it was difficult to enter the realm of enlightenment, and at this time, the sword was the best opportunity to take this opportunity to the extreme. There is no time to thank, the body that has been practicing swords for seven years has automatically reacted to exude its own sword intent, with an indisputable, but undefeated momentum, and there is a faint tendency to be equal to Song Qingkun.

"Brother Song, just a sword. Zhang Xiao'an closed his eyes, and the morning light squeezed through the young man's eyelashes, leaving a shadow on his face. In the morning light, just like countless mornings in seven years, Zhang Xiaoan faintly exuded an undefeated momentum, and made the sword that Duan Nantian asked him to look at.

"Sword style?" Song Qingkun's sword intent is steady and steady, and it does not leak. It contains the meaning of the perfection of the earth. Against such an undefeated sword intent that does not leave the slightest way back, it has the meaning of spear and shield.

Song Qingkun did not relax in the slightest, he has been practicing swords on Shu Mountain for more than ten years, and among his peers, except for the senior brother who cultivates the flying immortals outside the sky, he has not been defeated by anyone.

As soon as Song Qingkun's defensive position was done, Zhang Xiaoan also opened his eyes, the iron sword in his hand was really ordinary, and in some extreme sword intent, he trembled and let out a buzzing sword sound.

"Broken!" Zhang Xiaoan roared, stabbed out with a sword, and in an instant, it was in front of Song Qingkun's eyes.

"Ding!" The two swords collided, and the snow and fallen leaves on the ground were driven by the energy to roll upside down, Zhang Xiaoan's sword intent with an undefeated momentum, moving forward, making Song Qingkun involuntarily swell with a little cultivation in his body.

Song Qingkun held the sword in his hand as steady as a rock, and between the confrontations, Zhang Xiaoan's words in front of the tomb suddenly echoed in Song Qingkun's mind.

"Today, I should be undefeated with my sword. ”

Maybe this is the true meaning of this sword intent, just in an instant, Song Qingkun's internal cultivation did not hinder the operation in the slightest, but his hand was inadvertently relaxed. The young man in front of him realized that he was undefeated in the way of the sword, if the sword was unfavorable, he was defeated, after all, it was not conducive to the consummation of the sword.

As soon as Song Qingkun let go, a more powerful sword intent erupted on Zhang Xiaoan's body, and the iron sword buzzed, and it was directly broken into two, one bounced off, but the broken sword was sharpened and doubled. Song Qingkun wanted to go on the defensive again, but it was already too late, the sword intent around his body was forced, and the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Foundation in his body involuntarily erupted, and a stronger horizontal fluctuation spread from the two of them.

When the wind and waves were calm, Song Qingkun remained motionless, but the sword in his hand had been missed, Zhang Xiaoan's iron sword was broken into two, one was nailed to the tree behind Song Qingkun, and the remaining half was held in Zhang Xiaoan's hand, only three inches away from Song Qingkun's neck.

Zhang Xiaoan's eyes showed a fine light, and the seven years of hard work seemed to have finally returned to him at this moment. Retracting the broken sword, Zhang Xiao'an's qi and blood surged, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold back and used cultivation. Song Qingkun probed the young man in front of him with his divine sense, and after a few times, he really didn't find the slightest aura of cultivation, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart.

Zhang Xiao'an followed Uncle Duan's calm decision, and while taking a deep breath, he restrained his sword intent into his body, and smoothed out the fluctuating qi and blood in a moment.

"It's okay, thank you Brother Song for helping me realize the sword. Zhang Xiaoan returned the broken sword to the sheath, did not get carried away by this victorious sword, and bowed deeply with his fists.

"It's just a gesture. Song Qingkun took out a bloody gourd from the storage bag on his waist, stretched out his hand and handed it to Zhang Xiaoan, and continued.

"I know what you are wondering about, your Uncle Duan, my senior uncle, is indeed the Shushan Sword Immortal, the number one Sword Immortal today, Duan Nantian. Uncle Shi has something important to do, ask me to come to you and take you to Shu Mountain. ”

"How is Uncle Duan doing now?Are you waiting for me in Shushan?" Zhang Xiaoan was inevitably excited when he heard Uncle Duan's news. He wanted to tell Uncle Duan that he had realized the undefeated way of the sword, and now he could also play the sword, and he was a swordsman.

"Uncle Shi, it's okay. But Uncle Shi is not in Shushan. Song Qingkun hesitated, and after all, he couldn't bear to tell the whole truth.

Zhang Xiao'an suddenly became vigilant when he heard this, although Song Qingkun was sure that it was Song Qingkun that day, and he didn't look like a deceitful, but the matter of Shangshu Mountain was very suspicious.

Uncle Duan used to say that the intrigue of monks is not conducive to approaching the Great Dao, and they lose their hearts by fighting and killing, and they can only extricate themselves from the red dust of enmity and hatred for the rest of their lives, so they look down on the monks who fight and kill in the world the most. Why did you let yourself go to Shushan alone this time?

The most terrifying possibility is that these people have a request for Uncle Duan, but Uncle Duan is unwilling to intervene, so these people coax themselves to go to Shu Mountain and threaten Uncle Duan as hostages.

"Thank you, Brother Song, for your advice, but I don't want to go to Shu Mountain. Zhang Xiaoan broke his sword into the sheath, said goodbye to Song Qingkun, and wanted to turn around and leave.