Hengduan Continental Tianyuan Era, May 9, 2019.

Tieling in the Western Regions.

At this time, the land within a radius of 100 miles of Tieling has dissipated the haze of half a month ago, blooming with vibrant new green, the sky is blue and the sky is like washing, the clouds are white like the sun, spotless, and even the air has become more fresh.

The wooden houses that had collapsed around them were also rebuilt under their hard hands at this time, and they were stronger than the original, adding a few long tree stumps, as if to express that if there was another violent storm, they would not have time to escape the fate of being crushed.

For these villagers, plainness, safety, happiness, carefreeness, sunrise and sunset, is what they ultimately want in this life, although they were born in poor families, there are no strong monks in the family, and no one leads them to an extraordinary path and life, but they do not force it, they have lived here for generations, living such a life, it is already very satisfying.

Because of contentment, people are always happy, and people are self-exalted without seeking quality. This is precisely the portrayal of these villagers, who have nothing to ask for and are satisfied with their current lives.

The small village of Tieling is no longer the smoke of gunpowder, the disgusting stumps and fragments, and the rich smell of blood wafting away. At this time, it was empty, not even a brick or tile, a table or a chair, a single grass or tree remained. The earth-shattering explosion flattened the small village of Tieling, turning plants, houses, and crops into smoke and dust.

Only a bottomless pit was left, although half a month had passed, wisps of green smoke were still rising from time to time in the pit, I don't know if it was the aftermath of the explosion, or the neighbors who refused to leave. In the past half a month, a figure will often stop and stay, kneel here, and silently visit the villagers and friends in the small village.

At the Tieling Mountain Pass, a thin young man with a fine sword in his hand shuttled back and forth in the forest, and phantoms also appeared in the mountain pass. There was a burst of sword clashing, and a fierce sword aura swept through this col, only to see that the stone walls of the col, the surrounding tree trunks, and the stones left sword marks of different shades.

The fourth style of Haoran swordsmanship is vast, and it has been mastered during this time, and the first three styles are more handy, and the changes and applications between each move and style are extremely skillful. I saw a series of sword shadows crisscrossing and closing, invincible, and everywhere I passed, there was a burst of tearing sound in the air, and occasionally I saw ripples in the air around me, which was a sign that the sword momentum was about to break through to the subtle perfection.

The sword moves in the young man's hand are getting faster and faster, and the sword momentum is becoming more and more fierce, and the sand and stones, leaves, and stumps around him are all dancing with the boy's every move, every move, and at this moment, a phantom appeared in the sky above the young man, also holding a fine sword, and instantly stabbed towards the young man's back.

The young man's state at this time is very delicate, and the momentum on his body is very domineering, if he is attacked by other people with bad intentions, the meridians will be wiped out, and the worst will be a life. It's just that the current teenager is no longer a fledgling stunned youth, and the intermediate soul power of the spirit realm covers the surrounding area for one mile, which is caused by countless sneak attacks during this period of time.

Every grass, tree, flower and stone around him can be said to be in his line of sight, this breath has not escaped the perception of the young man, although the state at this time is very subtle, but it just needs a strong external force to oppress himself and break his own shackles.

Of course, the young man knew who the owner of this breath was, and he didn't dare to be careless, because he had summed up a tragic experience from countless sneak attacks, they would not spare their hands, they would not show the slightest mercy, on the basis of either death or cripplement, they were very in place, just right. The young man asked several of them if he hadn't seen his grandfather for more than ten years, and he had taken all his anger out on himself and suffered injustice.

The answer given was exactly what he thought, although he protested, but he didn't get the so-called sympathy, and the two of Jiuyou and Remnant Dream, who loved him with their faces, were deaf. On the contrary, it became more and more intense, and he would be injured to varying degrees every day, but it was intact overnight, who let there be a beautiful medical saint sister by his side.

That's right, the young man is Sikong Haoran and the few Night Hades who were left behind half a month ago.

Bell!

Before the sharp sword qi got close, he let the blood in his whole body boil endlessly, the cold hair stood upside down, the corner of Sikong Haoran's mouth showed a faint smile, and he pulled out a sword flower in his right hand, and blocked towards the imminent fine sword, his body did not retreat but advanced, and the wind trail cloud shadow body technique was running under his feet, stabbing towards the figure in front of him.

"Mirrors. ”

The third style of Haoran Sword Technique set off a sword tide, and the sharp sword qi erupted out, killing towards the limbs of the figure in front of him, and the fine sword in his hand bloomed out of a sword that was more than a foot long, and Sikong Haoran's right hand holding the sword slashed left and right, and the fine sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, and the one-foot-long sword gang was also at this time, slashing towards the throat of the speeding figure.

"Boy, that's ruthless. The figure let out a cold snort, and a sword qi also stabbed towards the sword gang that broke through the sky.

This figure is the killing king Tianmu, although he is responsible for intelligence within the organization, but his strength is very terrifying, and the murderous aura on his body is even worse than that of Sikong Xuan, the word killing represents death and the end of life. In the past half a month, Sikong Haoran has clearly felt the true meaning of the word killing, the sword qi frenzy that annihilates everything, the sword qi storm that destroys everything, and the unpredictable killing intent are pervasive.

Before the sword qi of Haoran Sword Technique approached the Heavenly Canopy, it was annihilated by the momentum around the Heavenly Canopy, and the fierce sword qi could not be destroyed so easily even by a person in the Great Sword Master's Consummation Realm, but it dissipated into an invisible form in an instant under the momentum that overflowed around the Heavenly Canopy.

The purpose of the Sky Curtain was to help Sikong Haoran break through the existing realm, and he did not intend to compete with it with suppressive strength. The sword qi of the canopy of heaven seemed to be inconspicuous, without the slightest fluctuation of Xuan Qi, but Haoran's one-foot-long sword gang was mixed with the sword momentum of the pinnacle of the slightest, and the moment it collided with it, there was a sound of the silk being cut by the knife.

"Shh

Sikong Haoran's sword gang disappeared under this inconspicuous sword aura, but this sword qi did not disappear, passing through the sword gang and coming towards Sikong Hao.

"Bell!"

This sword qi collided on the blade of Sikong Haoran's stainless steel sword, and at this moment, this inconspicuous sword qi without a trace of mysteries bloomed with a domineering and invincible sword intent of life and death, and Sikong Haoran, who was in the middle of the sky, was immediately crushed to the ground by this sword intent, and the sword in his hand was shattered at the moment when Haoran landed.

Sikong Haoran was shrouded by this sword intent, his whole body trembled, and the canopy stepped on the void, looking at him condescendingly.

His eyes were playful, and the corners of his mouth looked at Sikong Haoran with a hint of coldness and said: "The timing is good, the mistake is not to leave a back hand, and the most critical thing is when the enemy is not attacked." When you learn to let your opponent do it first and force your opponent to do it first, you'll be qualified to do it with me. ”

Tianmu ignored Sikong Haoran, who was trembling under the sword intent, his face was stubborn, and his whole body was soaked, and he mocked unabashedly: "Although you strike first, this is based on your own strong strength, and you can kill the opponent with one move." Otherwise, just like just now, as long as I raise a little bit of Xuan Qi, you will be annihilated under this sword intent, and your soul will be scattered, so how can you talk about revenge if you are so stupid!" In the last sentence, the sky curtain with a trace of soul power, towards the sea of Sikong Haoran's soul under the sword intent.

"Boom!"

This soul voice exploded in Sikong Haoran's mind, and immediately set off a wave of soul power, and the trembling body finally couldn't support it, half kneeling on the ground, one hand supporting the mountain, the other hand covering his head, and a trace of blood overflowing from his mouth and nose.

Scenes of corpses and mountains of blood appeared in my mind, stumps and severed arms, and then patches of vibrant, birds and flowers, and the flowers and plants that were gloomy with vitality withered and withered in a blink of an eye. These fragments kept repeating themselves in Sikong Haoran's mind, and he saw a painful struggle leaking from Sikong Haoran's face with his eyes closed, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell down the mountains one by one, leaving a puddle of water.

"Ahh Ahh

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his face was also leaking out of pain, his half-kneeling body was desperately struggling, resisting, he had endured all the hardships of the thirteen years of exile, plus he knew that his family was slaughtered half a month ago, and the villagers who had lived for more than ten years were killed, Xiaoxiao also died in his arms, and his anger suddenly rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and he let out a monstrous roar.

Tianmu stepped on the void and nodded in the direction of Sikong Haoran below, the reason why he wanted to do this was to draw out the anger in his heart, although Tianmu and Sikong Haoran have not been together for a long time, but they know that there is a evil qi in this child's body, and the longer it passes, the more difficult it will be to control if it is not vented.

This is also Sikong Xuan's entrustment of Tianmu to do this, he knows Sikong Haoran's heart, in this world, he knows himself better than Sikong Haoran, so it belongs to his grandfather who accompanies him day and night. To be able to draw out the evil qi in his body, the Killing King Tianmu is the most suitable candidate.

"Calm your mind and calm your mind. ”

A soul voice sounded in Sikong Haoran's mind again, and Sikong Haoran, who was affected by anger, suddenly woke up, running Haoran's heart method, soul power method, and Haoran qi that was free between heaven and earth

Under the traction of Haoran's mental method, a steady stream of drills into Sikong Haoran's body. As Haoran Qi became more and more, the evil qi in his body was gradually controlled, and the hideousness on his face was also soothed, and soon after, it disappeared without a trace.

Sikong Haoran raised his head to look at the canopy and nodded at him.

Seeing that Hao Ran could barely control the evil qi in his body now, he continued to increase the strength of his sword intent, and suddenly Hao Ran's subtle sword momentum disappeared in an instant.

An unprecedented fear of life and death sword intent crushed towards him, at this time Sikong Haoran felt as if he was standing in front of the black and white impermanence, the soul-seducing chains ignored the limitations of space, and restrained his body in a blink of an eye, no matter how he struggled, he was powerless, only to see that the vague figure that was exactly the same as himself was tightly bound by the black chains and disappeared in front of him.

In the turn of heaven and earth, Sikong Haoran stood in the middle of a vast universe at this time, and the stars in front of him could be touched by reaching out, and he could feel his breathing, his heartbeat, and his pulse. Sikong Haoran overflowed a trace of soul power and walked towards the nearest star to him, and in an instant, he felt an intimate call, a trace of dependence, just like his own relatives. Sikong Haoran communicated with him and stroked him, and even he didn't notice it, and the soul breath on his body bloomed with a faint light at this time.

"Poof!"

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, and a voice of realm breakthrough came from his mind, and he knew that he had completed the breakthrough of the subtle and perfect sword momentum under the sword intent of the Heavenly Curtain senior. He stood up and bowed to the sky, "Thank you for your advice." ”

Not far from the mountain pass, a person with a face like a peach and plum, a bewitching figure, a person wearing a coarse linen coat, white hair and beard, two figures standing side by side, looking at the direction of Sikong Haoran, leaking a faint smile.