The snow was flying all over the sky, and there was no sign of life on the battlefield of the Langfu War. But there was a figure moving forward in the heavy snow, and the distance between each step was exactly the same, as if he was measuring the majesty and vicissitudes of this battlefield ruins with his feet little by little.

It was a knight wrapped in a black cloak, with a pitch-black hood on his head, only a slight corner of the cloak on his back was slightly cocked, revealing a small ebony scabbard.

He raised his head slightly to look up at the thick clouds above, thick clouds as thick as a winter quilt covering the entire sky, and it was still noon, but it seemed as if it was already twilight. The moment he looked up, a wisp of long gray beard fluttered up from under his hood, although his face was still not visible, but the long beard flying alone in the wind and snow seemed so bleak and lonely.

This is an old man, and he is also a swordsman who has come here to remember his old man!

He reached out and stroked the huge blackened crosswood in his hand, and the black charcoal on his hand was the wreckage of the destroyed catapult abandoned here, and this was the site of the catapult that had been destroyed in the first place.

The old swordsman sighed lightly and muttered: "At the beginning, you and I met friends with swords in Jingting Mountain, and I was defeated with a trick, I originally thought that after retreat and penance, I would have the opportunity to fight with you again at the top of Jingting, but when I didn't want to see you again, I was already a person." Now, are you Zhiwen or Duan Shaohuang? ”

"There are not many old friends in the world, and now there is one less. The four swords of the world will never regain their former glory, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to fall. ”

The old swordsman walked past the wreckage of these catapults step by step, examining them as if he could witness the great battle of the day from these wreckage.

After closing his eyes and pondering for a long time, the old swordsman's long sword was unsheathed, only to hear the sound of his clothes being broken, and the old swordsman's sleeve robe was suddenly cut off by his own long sword. The old swordsman threw the long sleeve into the north wind, watching it fly in the wind until it could no longer be seen.

"It's cold and cold, and I can't sacrifice wine, so I use this sleeve robe to pay tribute to my brother Duan, who is also an enemy and a friend!"

After that, the old swordsman turned around and left, never lingering here again, and the footprints left behind were buried in the wind and snow in an instant, leaving no trace.

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Today, an uninvited guest came to the East Courtyard, with a black cloak wrapped around his body, and a small handful of long beards flying in the wind under the hood. He just appeared so suddenly, and before he appeared, there were so many masters in the Eastern Courtyard who didn't notice it in advance!

Chu Linxu's Fallen God suddenly came out of the sheath, and surrounded the old man with Bai Fuyuan, at this moment, only the two of them were left in the East Courtyard, although they knew that the cultivation of the comer was far beyond the two, but they were not afraid of a battle!

No, the corners of the old man's mouth under the hood seemed to be exposed

wiped an inexplicable light smile, just before the two wanted to make a move, the old man moved first.

Only one sword, only one sword, a sword that destroys Lan and breaks the mountain, and cuts the river and the sea!

The Fallen God burst into the courtyard wall of the East Courtyard and plunged deep into the courtyard wall, without the hilt of the sword!

Bai Hibiscus retreated, and the lotus flower condensed by Jian Gang shattered and disappeared into the wind and snow!

"After all these years, you still haven't made much progress. Although the words sounded disdainful, there was an indescribable pride hidden in the tone.

The old swordsman slowly took off the hood on his head, revealing a withered face, a purple birthmark on the outside of his eye socket. The years have precipitated into deep wrinkles on his face, each of which exudes a formidable sword glow, as if these wrinkles were carved out one by one by him with a peerless sword. But what makes people feel the most impressive at a glance is the eyes, which are dark and frightening, like a bottomless deep pool swallowing everything around them.

Bai Furui also wanted to get up and fight again, but she didn't think that Chu Linxu immediately waved her hand to stop her, and even bowed down to the old man directly under Bai Furui's attention, and said respectfully:

"Master! ”

This person is the master of Chu Linxu and Ziqi, Guhe, who is known as the "Undercurrent Sword Shadow"!

Without waiting for Chu Linxu to say anything, the long sword blade in Guhe's hand had quietly faced Chu Linxu's eyebrows.

This is a sword as black as ink, more than two feet long, there is no brilliance on it, and there is no superfluous decoration, only the hilt and the body of the sword, not even the sword grid, light and flexible, but sharp and unmatched. If Chu Linxu's Fallen God is the assassination king of the sword, then the sword in Furukawa's hand is the god king of the way of assassination!

Pole, that's what Furukawa gave it its name. A sword that can be fast, accurate, ruthless, and absolutely exerted!

A cold aura surrounded the sword body, and a faint killing intent was slowly spreading towards Chu Linxu.

Furukawa is really murderous!

"You are convicted. Furukawa was indifferent, and his scrutinizing gaze looked at this Chu Linxu from top to bottom, and there was no half-sense of master-apprentice in the coldness.

"Master, you taught me and Ziqi when you were a child, as a sword cultivator, you should stand up to the heavens and the earth, cast the sword body with heaven and earth, and turn the blade into a blade with great righteousness, although we have now betrayed the Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, but what we do is in line with the righteousness of the world, worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of the common people!"

Chu Linxu said all the words in his heart in one breath, because he knew that once he said that he was playing, life and death would be completely between the thoughts of Master Guhe. Needless to say, the meaning of the ancient river has been understood. People in the rivers and lakes are the most taboo of treachery, Chu Linxu and Ziqi joined Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion because of the friendship between Guhe and Fan Yang'a, and now the seven sons of Fengyue have rebelled out of Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, Guhe, as Fan Yang'a's best friend, did not restrain his disciples

, naturally, I want to give Fan Yang'a and Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion an explanation.

There's no better explanation than a rebel with a blade!

Guhe was silent, and Bai Furui was also stunned for a while, it stands to reason that Guhe, as Chu Linxu's master, even if he wants to slash his own disciples, he can only be regarded as cleaning up the portal, Bai Furui has no reason to step forward and intervene, but emotionally speaking, Bai Furui can't just watch Guhe kill Chu Linxu, so she has already made up her mind that if Guhe really has the heart to kill, she will not be able to fight a jade stone!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and only the faint killing intent still lingered around Chu Linxu.

A clear sword roar broke the silence in the field, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it wanted to break free from Guhe's hands, and at the same time, the fallen god in Chu Linxu's hand also trembled rapidly, and the two swords were like a pair of father and son whispering to each other, and a wonderful sword rhyme that seemed to be absent began to diffuse from the two swords, and it slowly dispelled the killing intent that had been lingering.

This is the choice of the Pole and the Fallen God!

"Old friend, do you want to disobey me? ”

Furukawa muttered to himself, and the pole in his hand also stopped trembling at this moment, but it still slowly dispelled the killing intent emanating from the sword, which could not have been more obvious.

"Well, get up. ”

It seems that his original mood was a little low, and after seeing Ji's resistance to himself, Furukawa no longer insisted, anyway, he was not a person from Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, but where the righteousness was, or it was entrusted by a friend.

In fact, whether to kill or not to kill is between the thoughts of Furukawa. Furukawa returned the sword into the sheath, and the last trace of killing intent also disappeared, Furukawa wanted to go to the inner hall by himself, and Chu Linxu respectfully followed behind him, which reminded him of what he looked like when he was a child, when Chu Linxu and Ziqi were still Guhe's sword boys, holding the Fallen God and the two swords respectively. At this moment, Ji is still by Guhe's side, and the Fallen God has already become Chu Linxu's sword.

Chu Linxu carefully poured a bowl of hot tea for Guhe, respectfully brought the tea bowl to Guhe, and after Guhe took the tea bowl, Chu Linxu bowed down in front of Guhe again, and kowtowed three times in succession. One is heavier than the other.

Ignoring the hot tea, Guhe drank it all in one gulp, which immediately made Chu Linxu breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as the Master is willing to drink this bowl of tea, it means that the Master has already revealed the previous matter.

Chu Lin's eyes flowed, and then he gritted his teeth and kowtowed his head again and said, "Master, the apprentice dares to ask, whether Shang Zhengyu was attacked in the middle of the night in the Wind and Rain Pavilion that day was also the master's hand." ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere that had already been somewhat relaxed solidified again!