She stood behind the massive iron sword.

Wrapped in a heavy cotton jacket, she could still tell that she was a slender woman, and the slender palm holding the heavy iron sword had faint green tendons due to the violent force.

But it was such a thin woman, with a heavy sword, a broken fur, and messy hair, standing in the wind and snow, like a prostrate giant beast, looking indifferently at the so-called immortal in front of her.

The cold killing machine swept away the wind and snow in front of him, making the man in gorgeous clothes feel like he had been pricked by a needle.

"No, you can't kill me, those who commit immortals will punish the nine clans. ”

Under the intense murderous intent, the man in Chinese clothes couldn't resist at all, so he just shook his head step by step and stepped back, threatening loudly and loudly.

But the woman in the ragged fur just looked at him coldly, her voice cold and indifferent.

"My Nine Clans have been killed. Anyway, I'll kill you. ”

The man's face turned pale, and the fear on his face was gradually overshadowed by the madness of being cornered

"I've learned the immortal method, damn it's you!"

The man in fancy clothes looked at the woman frantically, and suddenly pinched the trick in his hand, and the wind and snow falling around him shook with the trick mark in his hand.

The woman holding the black heavy sword lowered her gaze to the ground, and with a "bang", her right foot broke through the heavy snow under her feet, and suddenly leaned forward.

The heavy sword of the "bell" was also carried up by her and slammed forward, and two black shadows like dragons broke through the wind and snow side by side, pointing directly at the man in gorgeous clothes.

"A thousand thorns. ”

The man in the fancy costume closed the seal in his hand and shouted angrily.

A faint icy blue color spread forward from under his feet, and the wind and snow between the heavens and the earth were sudden. Countless sharp ice cubes suddenly rose from the front of the heavy sword and the woman.

The thin woman who had been rushing forward alongside the black epee slowed down for a moment, and the epee beside her passed her at a rapid speed.

She stretched out a slender hand to grasp the hilt of the heavy sword, grasped the sword for a moment, swung the sword, and the huge sword body turned into a black storm around her.

"Bell", "bell", "bell", ......

The crisp and dense clanging sound of the heavy sword colliding with the ice thorns resounded continuously, and the heavy sword slashed the ice thorns in front of him into countless ice chips from the flying sword.

Then the woman rushed forward again with the heavy sword, stepping ten feet in front of the man in the gorgeous costume.

Even in the heavy snowstorm, fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the man in fine clothes, and he retreated sharply as he walked briskly, the magic in his hand not stopping.

More and denser ice thorns rose from the woman's front, and the snow behind the woman trembled, and more than a dozen long arms made of snowflakes suddenly poked out of the snow and wound towards the thin woman.

The momentum of the woman's original violent forward rush suddenly changed, and she was still moving forward, but her steps that were originally striding straight forward suddenly became fragmented and confused, and her body swayed with the turbulent wind and snow.

At the same time, she stretched out her slender palm again, her five fingers stretched out like a harp, and flicked it on the body of the heavy sword in front of her in turn.

"Whew"

Behind her, more than a dozen snowflakes condensed long arms came at her from all directions with a huge roar, but her body was like a butterfly wearing flowers swaying forward in the wind and snow.

The heavy iron sword was still not in her hand, but as she stroked the fingers on the sword, it was like a nimble fish shuttling between the ice thorns and the snow arm.

She stepped forward step by step, twirling on the ice thorns, and even stepping on the snowflake long arm that was whistling at her, standing directly above the head of the young man in gorgeous clothes, her indifferent and detached pupils looking down on the desperate and crazy face below with a cold murderous intent.

She stretched out her hand and accurately grasped the dark hilt of the heavy iron sword that had been surrounding her, and with the first breath of the sword, the snow arm under her completely collapsed under the guidance of the young man in Chinese clothes, but she had already fallen straight towards the young man in Chinese clothes with the sword.

"No!"

The young man in gorgeous clothes roared angrily, looking up at the sword that had fallen in the air, and a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out from the seven orifices, and the faint ice blue under his feet suddenly expanded.

"Poof" "Poof"

More than a dozen snowflake long arms suddenly staggered out of the snow behind the young man in Chinese clothes, blocking him and the falling heavy sword, and behind the woman, there were also more than a dozen long snow arms whistling towards her.

The woman who slashed in the air looked at everything in front of her, her eyes did not change, she held the sword for the second breath, and the heavy sword in her hand collided with the snow arm coming in front of her, directly pushing and slashing all the snow arms into chaotic snowflakes.

The snow arm behind her was still rushing towards her, but her sword had already fallen on top of the young man in fancy clothes. The young man in the costume roared unwillingly, and the blood of the Seven Orifices gushed out even faster, and layers of ice shields condensed between him and the heavy sword.

Hold the sword for the third breath. The swarthy iron sword suddenly appeared as if it contained an extremely hot dark red, slashing heavily on the ice shield, smashing the layers of ice shields into pieces, slashing the young man in gorgeous clothes backwards, shattering in the air, dragging a piercing blood-red on the snow, and smashing heavily into the snow.

Snow dust rises high and covers and falls.

Under the white snow, there was a snaking and bright red blood gurgling, smudging and spreading, like a bewitching red flower blooming on the snow

"Bang"

The thin woman who only held the sword for three breaths once again thrust the heavy iron sword in her hand into the snow, stirring up a long cloud of snow dust.

There was silence in the arena after the fierce battle.

No applause, no cheers, no thanks.

She lowered her head slightly in the snow and dust, and looked at the old beggar who was sitting in the snow not far away, looking indifferently at the dark sky, her face caged in messy hair was covered with snow and dust, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

The old beggar seemed to have finally seen enough of the unchanging sky, and slowly lowered his gaze to the woman who stood silently beside the heavy sword with her head bowed, and her body was extremely dirty.

The woman seemed to be waiting for something, and her body tensed unconsciously when she felt the old beggar's gaze.

"Hahaha. ”

The old beggar suddenly looked at the woman and laughed madly, pointed to the sky and the ground, and scolded.

"Waste, it's all waste. ”

"The waste of turning the human emperor's heavy sword into an embroidery needle is a waste that is difficult to deal with a small cultivator in the initial realm of the spiritual aperture. ”

"Hahaha, martial arts?"

The old beggar laughed and got up from the snow, stumbling around and walking towards the snowy front.

Standing up, even if he was leaning over, he could still see that he was extremely tall.

The man, who had once been tall and now very old, laughed maniacally in the snow.

"Martial arts, the human emperor is dead, martial arts is dead, this world is ...... It's also dying. ”

His swaying figure left a jumble of footprints in the snow, winding and spreading ahead.

The woman in the shabby cotton jacket slowly pulled out the heavy iron sword beside her, put it on her back again, and pulled the scarf around her neck to cover half of her face to block the oncoming wind and snow.

Then, she followed the back of the old beggar and walked forward step by step.

Her first steps left only an ordinary footprint in the snow, but as time passed, her footprints on the snow grew deeper and deeper, and at last every step she took shook the nearby snow violently, with a dull roar.

The heavy sword on her back, called the human world, trembled slightly as she advanced.

Behind her, there was silence, save for a few pairs of frightened and shocked eyes following her distant back.

No applause, no cheers, no thanks.

Everyone who kills an immortal cultivator will be a sinner in the entire human world, and the calamity will plague the nine clans.

......

"Later?"

"You said that there will be no martial arts and no chivalrous warriors in the future?

Ye Mingke, who was on the bed, leaned forward worriedly, and asked with his eyes looking at Li Han's heavy and sad face.

"The Yangjing Sacrifice Sword is the last resistance of the whole world to the Chongxian Order. Since then, I have never heard of the gathering of knights in the human world to fight against the immortal cultivators who are causing chaos in the world. ”

Li Han shook his head and sighed with a wry smile.

"Heh, Yangjing Sacrifice Sword, in fact, it's just the name I gave to this matter. This matter was given by the imperial court to say that the rogues gathered and disturbed the capital,"

"It is estimated that there will be no record in the official history of the imperial court, and even the people of the capital who were present that year do not know how many people still remember. ”

"After all, when we captured those human knights scattered in the capital, the people of the capital contributed the most. People always forget their own evil relatively quickly, so that they can live well. ”

Li Han seemed to remember some gloomy past, and his face was gloomy.

"The people of the capital, arrested?" Ye Mingke asked with a heavy heart as he read these two words, although he had already roughly guessed why this happened.

"The Suzaku Gate Sacrifice Sword was originally a failure, and the human knights did catch the immortal cultivators off guard in the case of a surprise attack, but once the immortal cultivators in the capital gathered, the human warriors were quickly defeated, with heavy casualties, and only some of them took advantage of the chaos to hide in the capital. ”

Then the whole city was searched, and it is said that all the knights were quickly arrested and killed under the report of the people, and none of them escaped, and the disaster of the nine tribes. ”

In the next ten years, on the one hand, the masters of the entire rivers and lakes have fallen, and on the other hand, because the imperial court has intensified the strangulation of the warriors in the rivers and lakes, the knights in the world have been silent. ”

"And the team of immortal cultivators is getting bigger and more ferocious, and the immortal troubles are getting worse day by day, and I don't know how many people in the world who are suffering from immortal disasters will remember that at the beginning of the promulgation of the immortal worship order, there was a group of chivalrous people who fought for the world. ”

Li Han slowly finished speaking this tragic and desolate anecdote, and his tone was heavy.

"I guess I've forgotten about it. Even if I had seen that scene with my own eyes, how many people would believe that a weak mortal could also fight against an immortal cultivator?"

Li Han stared blankly at the pages of the book in front of him that were turned by the cold wind outside the window, and muttered.

......

"How can you believe it?"

Carrying a heavy iron sword on her back and taking muffled steps, the woman wrapped in a shabby cotton jacket looked at the rickety back not far ahead and asked hoarsely.

But the rickety figure just stumbled forward without looking back.