In the territory of Bashu, not long ago, Zhao Hanguang, the king of Shu, suddenly led troops to blockade the entire Bashu, and every village and town in the major cities was stationed with a soldier wearing armor and holding a gun.

Because only the city was not allowed to enter the city, it led to the dissatisfaction of the people, and finally Zhao Hanguang had no choice but to open the city gate, and the number of troops was doubled, and the pedestrians who came and went were strictly checked.

Somewhere in Bashu, Xue Fengchen was wearing a wide black robe and walking in the dense places of the mountains and forests.

The whole of Bashu was blocked, and all the heavy armor soldiers were stationed on the border, and he tried to sneak out several times, but each time he was almost discovered.

Thinking of his father at home, he was a little anxious, and he had to give it a try regardless of whether the sword was useful or not.

Suddenly, he stopped, because there was a black-robed ghost-faced man standing in front of him, Xue Fengchen's entire body tensed, and the water cold sword in his hand exuded a faint cold glow.

"Very strong, unfathomable!" That was his first instinct for the ghost-faced man.

The ghost-faced man smiled, "I didn't expect Tang Ming to be so unbearable, he was actually killed by a junior!"

"Who are you?"

The ghost-faced man didn't answer him, and said to himself: "Xue Fengchen, the son of the Ice and Snow Sword Monarch Xue Shuiqing, has cultivated the Ice and Snow Strength to the eighth level, and he should be a genius!"

Xue Fengchen held his sword in his chest and said coldly: "Something?"

Ghostface didn't answer, but asked, "Is your father okay?"

"Back then, Xue Shuiqing was shocked by the eight hundred golden armor soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty with one person and one sword, and then defeated it with Li Yuyi, the military god of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but what I didn't expect was that Li Yu turned out to be one of the seven evils of the Yin Corpse Sect, and before he died, he sent out a corpse evil yin needle, and then I heard that Xue Shuiqing returned to the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa and never went out half a step, presumably he failed to find a way to remove the poison, right?"

"And you came to snatch the Heavenly Blade Star because you wanted to rely on the divine skills inside to rescue Xue Shuiqing, am I right?"

Xue Fengchen trembled, and the sword in his hand was a little unstable.

"Who the hell are you?"

The ghost-faced man skimmed Xue Fengchen's wide black robe, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can save Xue Shuiqing, and the Heavenly Blade Star in your hand can't save him!"

Xue Fengchen said angrily: "Why should I believe you!"

"You can only believe it!"

A gust of wind blew, and Xue Fengchen hurriedly touched his waist, but the thing had already disappeared.

He turned his head to look, and saw the ghost-faced man dragging a rosewood box with one hand.

"Give it back!" Xue Fengchen's face turned red, staring at the ghost-faced man.

"Hehe! Give it back to you? This is originally the stuff of this seat, but I just took it out for you to play with, I didn't expect that Tang Ming guy to be quite interesting!"

"You..."

The ghost-faced man said coldly, "Now you can only trust me! Even if you give you the Heavenly Blade Star, can you take it out?"

Xue Fengchen's eyes dimmed and he stopped talking.

The ghost-faced man took out a porcelain vase from his bosom.

"This is a poison-breaking pill, which can cure all kinds of poisons in the world! Also, this pill is the only one that misses it!"

Xue Fengchen looked at him calmly, "The price?"

"Haha! Okay, sure enough, it's comfortable to talk to smart people!"

"Your life is mine!

Xue Fengchen fell into silence for a while, when he was three years old, he held a sword for the first time, no matter how hard he tried, his father always said indifferently: "It's not enough!" , He practiced swords day and night, desperately trying to prove it to his father, until one day he proved it, and his father's face finally showed a smile that day, and it was also the day that his father had a poisonous attack.

His father's smile has always been deeply engraved in his mind.

Xue Fengchen came back to his senses, raised his head and stared at the ghost-faced man, "Yes, but I'm going back to try it for my father, if it's useless, I won't share the sky with you!"

The black-robed man nodded, "This is nature!"

Xue Fengchen stretched out his hand, and the porcelain vase floated to his hand.

"Remember, your Xue Fengchen's life is mine from today onwards!" The black-robed man disappeared in a flash.

Only Xue Fengchen was left standing in place with a porcelain vase in his hand.

He held the porcelain vase and muttered, "Father, wait for Chen'er!"

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Outside the Eastern Capital, Zhao Wushuang continued to be his groom again, and the carriage drove all the way south.

Along the way, the wheels crushed the nascent grass, and the pedestrian carriages on both sides of the official road were endless, and the trees on both sides were full of green!

Zhao Wushuang sat listlessly in front of the carriage, with an unknown weed in his mouth and humming an unknown tune.

Sure enough, spring makes people's mood a little more beautiful.

Three days later

The carriage came to a small city, more of a larger town than a city, and the three of them were a little tired after three days of bumps.

It's just that as soon as he arrived in the city, Zhao Wushuang narrowed his eyes, because the city was very quiet, the silence was a little scary, the city gate was dilapidated, and there were few people in and out.

The cold wind blew, and the town became even more lonely, Wan'er stretched out her head and asked, "Childe, what's wrong?"

Zhao Wushuang was a little serious: "This city is a bit weird!"

Wan'er looked at it, and indeed there were no guards at the city gate, and the city gate was wide open, and from here you could see the depressed scene on the street.

"Looks like there's only one city nearby!"

Zhao Wushuang nodded, "Hmm! let's go in and have a look!"

What Zhao Wushuang didn't see was that the plaque on the city wall was covered with dust, and there were two words under the dust, named "Jincheng"

The carriage drove slowly into the city, the sun had not yet set, but the shops on both sides of the street had long since closed their gates.

The three of them finally found an open inn, the inn was very old as if it hadn't been cleaned for several years, the dim candlelight, greasy tables and chairs, and the cobwebs hanging on the wall made Zhao Wushuang frown again.

There was only one shopkeeper in the entire inn, who was lying on the table and falling asleep.

He was still a little unhappy to be woken up by Zhao Wushuang, and took a pot of tea with half-dead steps.

"Little brother, what's going on with this city?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

The shopkeeper yawned and said casually: "What else can happen!

"Ghost town?" Zhao Wushuang and Wan'er glanced at each other.

"Well, no, it is said that thirty years ago, more than 3,000 people in the city disappeared without a trace overnight, and the whole city was covered in blood. ”

"A lot of people don't dare to pass through here, and only those of us who have nowhere to make a living come here, but I've never seen any ghosts in all these years!"

"It's all nonsense! You can eat by yourself, and we don't do it. The shopkeeper scolded and returned to the counter to continue sleeping.

Zhao Wushuang shook his head and smiled bitterly, what kind of store is this, no wonder there is no one.

As he spoke, a pale young man walked through the door, nine feet tall, and a little pink girl riding around the young man's neck.

Although Zhao Wushuang had his back to the two, he could feel the edge behind him.

Yukimi blinked and stared at the little girl with big eyes.

Wan'er reached out and pressed her little head and whispered, "Don't look, drink your tea." ”

Xue saw Oh lowered his head and took a small sip of tea.

The nine-foot-tall young man's blood-red eyes stared straight at Zhao Wushuang, as if he had encountered something delicious.

The little girl leaned on his ear and whispered, "Gougou, do you think that person's blood is delicious?"

The hooked young man nodded, and the corners of his mouth kept secreting saliva.

The little girl stretched out her little hand to wipe his saliva away, and said with a smile: "No!

The young man nodded and strode towards an empty table, and the shopkeeper on the counter raised his head lazily and said, "Take the tea yourself!" With that, he went back to sleep.

But just after a glance, the shopkeeper suddenly jumped up, he thought that when he first came to Jincheng, an old man told him that when he met a tall young man holding a little girl in his arms, he ran quickly, don't ask.

The shopkeeper's teeth kept chattering, and he wanted to run his legs as if he was tied up and couldn't move.

The reaction of the shopkeeper made Zhao Wushuang feel not very good.

He dipped his finger in the tea and wrote "Run!"

Wan'er nodded in understanding.

The little girl tilted her head to look at Yukimi in the distance and muttered, "How cute!"

Suddenly, he leaned next to the young man's ear and whispered, "Since Gougou can't help it, let's go! Remember to give me that little girl!"

The blood-red eyes of the young man seemed to be very happy.

In an instant.

Zheng!

The ink scale sword cut through the white cloth and forcibly unsheathed, Zhao Wushuang held the sword in one hand and lifted the table with the other, and Wan'er grabbed Xue Jian and rushed out behind the table.

When the young man Gougou saw Wan'er running away with Xuejian, he resisted the desire to eat Zhao Wushuang and turned his head to chase Wan'er.

Zhao Wushuang's feet stepped on the impermanence of impermanence, and instantly appeared behind the young man Gogou.

"Brute, leave it for me!"

Zhao Wushuang slashed out with all his strength, and a long black line cut through the beam of the house and slashed behind the young man Gogou.

But to Zhao Wushuang's shock, the sword he poured all his might into it only left a shallow wound on the young man's body, and the wound healed quickly.

The young man turned his head and stared at him with blood-red eyes, exuding a strong corpse aura all over his body.

The hook young man punched Zhao Wushuang, the speed was beyond his imagination, Zhao Wushuang blocked the horizontal sword and retreated, his body smashed into the wall and retreated to the street before stopping.

The young man walked out of the wall that Zhao Wushuang had smashed step by step.

The little girl on the young man's neck held her mouth and said with a smile: "The little brother is really powerful!

Zhao Wushuang snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and kept drawing on the ink scale sword with the blood in his hand with the sword horizontally.

At the same time, a monstrous demonic aura emerged, and the demonic qi slowly covered his body, casting a pair of demonic armor.

The little girl seemed to see something very interesting, and kept clapping her little hands.

"Wow! Magic Skills! So handsome!"

She tilted her head and showed a harmless smile, "Gogo!

The young man raised his head to the sky and roared, the muscles of his body swelled, and strands of corpse qi emerged like a spirit snake.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang had already drawn the Demon Spirit Blood Sword, and the body of the Ink Scale Sword was covered with a layer of blood-colored incantations, and at the same time, the blood-red sword qi skyrocketed, cutting through the surrounding air with a "whirl".

Boom!

The two of them smashed the floor under their feet at the same time, the blood sword and the corpse fist slammed together, and the stone slab under the feet of the two was lifted several feet away, and a wave of energy visible to the naked eye shook the surrounding shops to pieces.

Burst!

Zhao Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood and flew away, and the whole arm of the hook young man was exposed to white bones, but he seemed to be unconscious, and strode forward and opened his mouth to bite Zhao Wushuang.

He couldn't move even halfway through the bite because a black hand was clutching his head.