The black dragon was a little excited, but he also knew that the person in front of him who didn't seem to have any memories of the person he once was, so he couldn't be too sad and happy for a while, and reunited after a long absence, he remembered that three hundred years ago, that person threw down a sword in the thunder and cut off a side of the mountains and rivers, which also achieved today's Burial Dragon Mountain Range. Then he fell into a deep sleep as he waited for the man's return. This is also the reason why those fierce beasts on the periphery dare not be presumptuous.

He remembered that the man once said: "A stroke of the rivers and mountains, I Su Changqing is that pen, painting all the mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon, you have to wait for me to return, ride the wind for thousands of miles, and then I will break the mountains and rivers again, and go to ask the heavens!"

Three hundred years, a snap of a finger, drunk for a while dragon is also like a human, asking the sea, Qingfeng Mountain is sad, day by day.

"Master," the black-robed man who turned into a black dragon bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "The dragon has been waiting for you for three hundred years, and you are finally here." ”

The black-robed man's words were bitter, three hundred years were long, but they turned into a snap of his fingers.

Su Changqing was stunned for a moment, he thought that the person who came was not good, but he didn't expect it to be like this, he was quite puzzled: "Master, three hundred years?"

The dragon nodded heavily, and the eyes that saw through everything in the world were full of affection and the baptism of years. This is also what he expected, after the return of the old man in three hundred years, the mission of the dragon is naturally to help the master recover his memory.

"Three hundred years ago, you were my master," the dragon looked up at the sky, "You were a legend of a generation, a sword to control the rivers and lakes, and then asked about the fairyland, but the immortals in the sky are unfairy, the thunder on the top of Kunlun Mountain is surging, and the master you will disappear forever!"

Su Changqing was even more puzzled, but the other party's expression was not fake, but more like a person who narrated the feelings of the past.

The dragon smiled as if he didn't understand, everything the master couldn't understand so far, then, what he could do was to fuse the memory for the master, a soft force dragged Su Changqing up, and the dragon also floated in the air, he said: "Three hundred years of sadness and no one can speak, sigh and be sad, master, come back!"

After speaking, the body turned into the black dragon again in the air, and the huge body was so majestic that it could crush the mountain, and for a while, the entire Burial Dragon Mountain was like a landslide and the ground cracked. The black dragon smiled presumptuously: "Master, come back!"

Su Changqing was restrained by the soft light, he could see the body of the black dragon, and he could also hear some strange words such as "Master, come back!", and his mind fell into a blank space for a while.

Gradually, the entire mountain range was enveloped in an incomparably dazzling light, glowing with a light that mortals could not look at directly.

Su Changqing's body was absorbing all the light, he felt that his body was being baptized a little bit, and he had a feeling of reunion after a long absence, and the pictures in his mind seemed to appear again.

For three months, the mountains were always radiant! Su Changqing didn't know what was going on in his body.

When it was four months old, there was a sudden breath of looking at the world and the return of the king in the light, and the dragon hovered in the sky and kept an eye on everything, and naturally sensed it, and he groaned to the sky, as if to say to the gods in the sky, he is back!

Su Changqing remembered, he was a swordsman, the most demonic figure three hundred years ago, this time is just a peak swordsman who can remain unchanged for eternity with a sword!

Swordsmanship is divided into ten products, and above the ten products there are sword qi, sword songs, sword potential, sword intent, sword soul, and sword spirit.

The nightmare that Feng Xuelong had that day was the scene when he asked about the heavens, and the man in white was him!

The old people of the past asked together, "When the thunder of heaven came, he sacrificed alone, and the old people survived, I wonder what happened to them now?"

The country is beautiful, and the swordsman is out of the air!

The years are quiet, and the beauty is broken.

A sword seeks the peak, and the sect was established at the beginning.

A sword becomes the pinnacle, and a sword dominates the rivers and lakes.

Traveling all over the world, the old man carries it with him.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, thunder is not afraid.

Sacrifices through the ages, the long wind does not follow.

He still remembers that more than 300 years ago, he was born in a family and lived a prosperous and wealthy life before the age of five, but one night, dozens of black-clothed people broke all this.

The five-year-old boy was almost desperate at the massacre, and he saw his mother stabbed by the man in black, his father held on, and finally his head was cut off by a sword, and blood was thrown on his young face. The butler Lao Long's body ran with him for his life, he was not even conscious, and hatred was buried in the heart of this five-year-old child.

He staggered, and the butler hugged him, but unfortunately the housekeeper himself was old, and the man in black was strong in martial arts, so he quickly caught up with them.

The housekeeper's gentle eyes were as warm as the life of the previous family, and the housekeeper gently stroked his face and said, "Qing'er, live well, the old slave will not be able to accompany you in the future, take good care of yourself." After speaking, I didn't forget to take him into my arms, that moment of warmth......

After a moment, the old housekeeper turned to look at the group of black-clothed people, his eyes were indeed indifferent and hateful: "Jiangbei family, good Song family, today hundreds of people in my Su family have been slaughtered, and I don't want to live in the world as an old slave!"

The old housekeeper also has a good status in this family, and he has learned some martial arts, but these martial arts are useless in front of these black-clothed people, and the old housekeeper knows that this group of people is from the Jiangbei family, and they are naturally skilled.

However, he once saw a forbidden book in the family, which was a secret book of evil arts and martial arts, which could explode for a short time, and after using it, there was a result: degeneration into a demon!

There are a lot of definitions of demons in this Jianghu, and the old housekeeper doesn't know what a demon is, but it can be imagined that it will definitely not be good! Now the five-year-old child behind him has lost much feeling, obviously because of this massacre has been frightened, the old housekeeper is grateful to the Su family, and respects the Su family from the bottom of his heart, and now he must leave a legacy for the Su family.

An old slave and a child are much simpler than the end of the crossbow, and the black-clothed people don't care, and the swords and knives in their hands are always ready to wipe out the Bashu Su family.

It is not surprising that this old slave guessed their identity, and it is not surprising that the Jiangbei family has a living way?

The man in black in the lead said disdainfully: "Old minion, if you die, you will die, there is still a lot of nonsense, it is better to learn from the kid behind you, don't say a word, and even cry and stop." It's a shame that you've lived for such an age, for nothing!"

The child still never came out of that shadow, and the words of the man in black pierced his heart, like a sharp sword wielding mercilessly, flesh and blood blurred.

The child looked at the leader of the black clothes, and he could never forget the demons.

The old butler stood alone in front, Lao Long's body was shaky, and he thought carefully about the move of the forbidden book.

Suddenly, a puddle of black blood spat out of his mouth, and his limbs began to turn black, and the wrinkles on his face began to shrink, which made the old butler younger, and at the same time, his lips were extremely black and bloodshot, and even the blood flowed black.

The old butler's body ached like a knife, and he felt a rush in his head, and a voice said, "Kill them! ”

The man in black was really surprised, the old butler had changed so much, and the person who practiced martial arts knew the strength of the opponent through the momentum of the other party, and the man in black who led the way naturally sensed that now the old slave was extremely strong!

The old butler's hair was snow-white, and he became a monster with a pale face, and the rest of the place was the same as the black, and the wind blew, and the white hair fluttered.

The child saw all this, and the old butler had been with him for as long as he could remember, and he was very simple, and he was not at all the same as the man in front of him. The child shouted, "Uncle Wang!"

The child's voice was hoarse.

The housekeeper's name is Wang Yingshan, and the child likes to affectionately call him Uncle Wang.

Wang Yingshan ignored the child, one hand was raised slightly, his face was extremely terrifying, his white fingers were no longer so thick, and in an instant, in an instant, his body turned into an afterimage, and his hand was tightly pinched on the neck of the man in black. The man in black didn't even scream.

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The eyes of the man in black had lost their brilliance, and he was ruthlessly thrown aside by Wang Yingshan, Wang Yingshan looked at the other people, grabbed the air, and saw that a black blood had already flowed out of the nose of several people.

All of them had miserable faces and their eyes were not closed.

The moonlight was miserable and bleak, and Wang Yingshan was gray-haired, but he looked like a handsome young man.

The child watched the figure fall asleep.

When he woke up, the child was sweating profusely, he was lying in a cave, it was pitch black all around, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was indifferent, he had already shouted before, but he had seen the darkness after the destruction of the door.

The shadows that sank into his heart and could not be erased for a long time accompanied him and became his faith.

He walked out of the cave, puzzled Uncle Wang last night, he heard his father say that martial arts are divided into good and evil, presumably Uncle Wang's appearance last night was caused by the so-called evil skills!

He muttered, he thought, even if Uncle Wang cultivated evil deeds, he would still be the same Uncle Wang, and people would also be divided into good and evil.

He decided to live strongly, but the five-year-old has a surprisingly deep and bright eyes at the moment, and he wants to find the old butler who has been with him for five years-Wang Yingshan, even if he has become a demon.

Also, the Jiangbei family, when he heard Uncle Wang call the group of black-clothed people like this, he clenched his fists and vowed to learn the world's martial arts and take revenge.

At this moment, his stomach rumbled.

The fierce hatred of last night washed over him, and he forgot that he had not gone in. This mountain is desolate, where should he go?

I couldn't stop using all my strength to roar at the rolling mountains: "I, Su Changqing, will definitely become the number one in the world!"

The young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad, a child has been worried for a long time, and the trigger for all this is the Jiangbei family.

If there is any verbal belief, then Su Changqing's belief at this time is hatred and the only Wang Yingshan who has fallen into a demon!

After a long time, the child fell into a deep sleep again.

This mountain is infinite, the birds are singing, the ink is like a mountain, asking the geometry of this world, I don't know where to ask, looking for the dust, but it is the beginning of the rivers and lakes, and the new red dust is so. As everyone knows, all the things that happened when I was a child are difficult to look back on, and those hatreds have made the first swordsman in the world in the future, the supreme of eternity.