Xingtianfu is very particular about the face, a huge tablet workshop, the dragon flying phoenix dances the three words of Xingtianfu, there are relatively small Chengjiang County three words next to it, red walls and green tiles, layers of bluestone slabs, revealing seriousness, heavy rain, faint light in the distance, the water on the ground is shiny, at this time in front of the gate of Xingtianfu is no less than two hundred catchers in the rain confrontation, neatly uniform, standing with a knife, like a wall, let the heavy rain wash, there is no slightest change.

Standing in the rain, but as if he was in another realm, the rain fell violently, and the rain automatically shifted within a radius of him, and a long sword floated in front of him, making a buzzing sound.

This is a great cultivator, it is Yu Wen, the elder of the Canglan Sword Sect, and it is also the protector of the disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect who went down the mountain this time, he looked at the three words of Xingtianfu in front of him, only with deep killing intent, he never thought that he just happened to leave for a while, and his disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect actually died, injured.

In particular, the death of his senior brother's closed disciple Zhuo Huangting made him even more angry, Zhuo Huangting was not as peerless and isolated as the world's seven riddles, but he was definitely a top genius, and he was also a key disciple in the sect, but he died because of his own negligence.

If he died in the hands of the underworld, he would still be able to look at it indifferently, after all, in the battle of the righteous demons, even the great cultivators, and even the great cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Realm had already begun to die in battle, but Zhuo Huangting died in the hands of a little-known Xingtianfu.

It's just that the Canglan Sword Sect still has a different style of acting in the Demon Dao after all, he only wants to kill the main people in charge of the Xingtian Mansion, and moreover, he can't do it if he slaughters a few ordinary people as a great cultivator.

The rain was washing, and Yu Wen's patience was getting closer and closer to the breaking point, and he said in a deep voice: "I'll wait for ten breaths in the end, if you inspect the Lord Bo and don't come out again, don't blame the old man for the slaughter!"

"Boom"

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, this spring thunder exploded, the lightning was long, illuminating a city, and also illuminated a person, a somewhat thin man, soaked in a green shirt, holding a long sword, dragging a deep mark on the ground, long hair hanging down, swaying with the wind and rain, but the faint voice overshadowed the thunder.

"Disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect, killed three civilians in Chengjiang County, Luyi County, arrested two people in the Xingtian Mansion, arrested forty-three people quickly, and punished according to the law, and the four of them escaped, they should be wanted, Yu Wen, the elder of the Canglan Sword Sect, why did you come to the Xingtianfu to be held accountable!"

The thunder is over, and the lightning has passed.

"Whose law?" Yu Wen asked.

"I punish the laws of heaven. Sad Wind said.

Yu Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "What kind of thing is Xingtianfu, dare to control my Canglan Sword Sect?"

The Sorrowful Wind Sword walked slowly, and the Xingtianfu Capture quickly made a way, and said coldly: "I am the Heavenly Mansion Realm, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, you have to abide by the rules, what kind of thing are you Canglan Sword Sect!"

Three hundred steps on the bluestone road, two hundred steps at a time, Yu Wen said loudly: "I Yu Wen drank and made a mistake, four disciples died, and I should have cut off one arm to set an example, but, in order to ask for an explanation, today, I will kill forty people in Tianfu first, so as to correct my might!"

A deep voice stirred in the heavy rain.

A thunderclap rang out again.

Sadness Feng's eyes were sharp, but he held his breath, took a step forward, his true qi was surging, rolled up a thousand waves on the ground, looked at Yu Wen in the air, and said coldly: "Today, I will cut the head of Yu Wen, the great cultivator of the Canglan Sword Sect, to set an example!"

"Great Cultivator!"

Yu Wen was surprised, but he didn't have the slightest cowardice, but he was full of fighting spirit, the sword of the Canglan Sword Sect was never weaker than others, and the confidence of the Canglan Sword Sect was never inferior to others.

Take a step with your right foot and bend your knee slightly with your left foot.

A sword poked out, and in an instant, the wind and rain swirled like a dragon, and it suddenly fell, wonderful, and powerful, this is the second sword intent of the Canglan Sword Sect, which is mainly majestic.

............

Decades ago, there was a great cultivator of the Heavenly Mandate Realm on the rivers and lakes, almost no one on the rivers and lakes knew his name, only called him the big thief, this person was famous for his light skills, and committed countless big crimes on the rivers and lakes, but they were all safe and sound, until one day later, the big thief was chased and intercepted by several great cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, and almost died in Huangquan, and finally there was a Qixiu of the generation of Qixiu Fang who came forward to protect the big thief, but the big thief was still abolished legs.

A thief who is famous for his light work, his legs are wasted, which is equivalent to a waste person, and he was taken to Qixiufang for the elderly, and then one day, the thief met a begging child, and accepted him as an apprentice, many years later, there was a big thief on the rivers and lakes again, this time it was a big thief with a name, calling himself sad!

On a rainy night, the sad wind looked at the majestic sword, at this time, he had another identity, no longer a thief, but the patrol envoy of the Xingtianfu, on this day, facing the sword of the great cultivator, his first reaction was not to run away, not to use his unparalleled light skills, but to slowly raise the sword!

The moment he raised his sword, he suddenly remembered his master.

"Your talent surpasses most people in the world, even the talent of the new generation of Seven Shows is not as good as you!"

"Then, Master, why can't I always break through the innate and become a great cultivator?"

"Because you have always lived under the guidance of the Master, you have not tried what self is, and you don't know what you want?"

On that day, there was a young man named Sorrowful Wind who went to worship the mountain with a sword, all the people who had injured his master at the beginning, and challenged his disciples, regardless of life or death.

When he killed the third person, he was chased for hundreds of miles, jumped into the river, and in that jump, he met the most important girl in his life, and then he left, at that moment, he entered the innate, and when he took revenge, the girl disappeared!

Many years later,

He met the Moon Dyeing Fairy in Cihang Jianzhai,

He stood on the ground and entered the Mysterious Realm!

Many years later, he has entered middle age, but he has not entered the destiny of heaven, this day, he looked at the sword of the wind and rain, he suppressed the habit of many years, gave up his light skills, and muttered: "Everyone in the world knows that the thief has unparalleled light skills, but he forgot that the first thief was alone and five people in the same realm, but he also forgot the second thief, and he became famous at a young age by that sword!"

I don't know when,

If you can beat it, you can fight, and if you can't beat it, you can run.

I don't know when,

If you can't beat it, you can run, and if you can beat it, you can run!

I don't know when,

Forgot to have a sword in your hand!

"Today, I enter the destiny of heaven with my sword!"

The voice of the sad wind was very soft, and what he had seen and heard in Xingtianfu during this period of time came to his mind, on the street, in the countryside, on the side of the road at the entrance of the village, someone saw the three words of Xingtianfu, and saw him Sad Wind, and the eyes that were revealed were the respect that could not be felt by a thief in his life!

There is a sword across the night sky, and the wind and rain cease,

A sword falls, fearless,

"Please send me to the Destiny of Heaven!"