In the autumn of the eleventh year of the Great Qin Dynasty, a rare rainstorm swept through the entire Changling Tomb, and the heavy clouds like lead accompanied by terrifying thunder made the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty feel like falling into the demon world.

Outside the city, at the port of Weihe, countless officials and sergeants in black official uniforms stood densely together, letting the storm blow, and their bodies were nailed to the ground like iron nails, motionless.

In the midst of the turbid waves, an ironclad giant ship suddenly sailed!

A bolt of lightning across the sky fell at this moment, illuminating the dark ironclad giant ship in a snow-white light.

All the officers and sergeants who stood on the edge of the harbor were shocked.

The head of this ironclad giant ship turned out to be a real dragon head!

Even though the beast's head, which was larger than the carriage, had been cut off by the neck of the man, its crimson eyes still flashed with crazy killing intent, and the monstrous majesty was more terrifying than the stormy waves.

Without waiting for the huge ship to land, the three officials flew directly over the river surface for tens of meters, like three heavy hammers landing on the bow deck.

What made the three officials even more shocked was that the huge ship was full of terrible chips and debris, and it seemed that they had experienced many terrible battles, and as far as they could see, there was only an old man in a cloak and an old servant standing ghostly in the corner of the ship, and there was no sign of the man they were waiting for.

"Lord Han, where is the head of the night?"

The three officials saluted in unison and asked with a forced shock.

"No need to be polite, the Night Master has already gone to the hiding place of the remnants of the Sword Furnace. The old man who looked like an old servant bowed slightly in return, but between words, in the torrential rain, he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, but his eyes were extremely deep and cold, exuding a shocking domineering.

"The Night Master has already gone?" The three officials' bodies shook at the same time, and they couldn't help but look back at the city at the same time.

The entire Changling Tomb has been shrouded in torrential rain and twilight, and only the phantom shadows of tall corner towers loom in the background.

At the same time, on the surface of a river south of Changling City, a black umbrella suddenly appeared.

The man with a black umbrella in his hand walked on the rough surface of the river to an alley on the bank of the big river.

There were six black-clad officials with the same black umbrellas, of different heights, whose faces could not be seen under the cover of the black umbrellas, and they quietly stopped on the shore and waited for this person.

After the man landed, the six officials did not make any unnecessary movements, nor did they make any sound, but followed in silence.

In the alley, there is an ordinary square courtyard, which gradually becomes the center of these black umbrellas that begin to exude a murderous atmosphere.

The sound of water ticking, mixed with the chewing of food.

A middle-aged man dressed in a coarse black shirt with cuffs pulled up was eating his dinner under the rain eaves in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in shabby black, his hair was tied up haphazardly with a straw rope, the soles of a pair of cloth shoes were nearly worn out, his fingernails were full of filth, and his face was ordinary, and he looked no different from the ordinary porter nearby.

His dinner was also very ordinary and simple, just a bowl of coarse rice, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of dried tofu, but this middle-aged man ate it extremely sweet, and he had to chew dozens of times before swallowing it slowly.

After chewing the last lump of rice, the middle-aged man reached out and took a wooden scoop hanging under the eaves, scooped a scoop of water from the water tank next to him, and drank it all in one gulp.

At the same time as his belch, the black umbrella in front of him stopped at the gate of his small courtyard.

A snow-white official boot protruded from under one of the black umbrellas, which looked extremely dazzling in the heavy black color.

Behind the official boots, there is a snow-white long skirt, wanton green silk, thin lips, and faint eyebrows like distant mountains in the rain.

Walking leisurely from the stormy river, it was a beautiful woman with a very bookish atmosphere and an extraordinarily moving waist.

She walked out from under the black umbrella, let the autumn rain wet her green silk, walked into the middle-aged man's courtyard with light steps, and then saluted the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Ye Ce Leng has seen Mr. Zhao Qi. ”

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, but with this raising of eyebrows, the edges and corners of his face seemed to suddenly become vivid, and his body began to exude an indescribable charm.

"I've been in Changling for three years, and it's the first time I've seen the head of the night. ”

He didn't return the salute, just smiled slightly, but his eyes swept over the woman's body and into the overlapping streets and alleys in the autumn rain in the distance.

"Changling is really boring after watching it for a long time, just like your Qin people's swords and people, straight and straight, horizontal and vertical, flat and stable, even the street walls are either gray or black, there is no beauty. Looking at the demeanor of the head of the night today, it makes my eyes shine, but it seems to be very inconsistent with this Changling. ”

His words were calm and clear, just like the casual sigh when he was full of tea and food and chatting with people on weekdays, but as soon as these few words came out, all the people under the black umbrella outside the courtyard had a sudden cold face.

"Bold! Sword Furnace Remnant Zhao Chop! The head of the night division is here, you still dare to say such a heart-wrenching word before you can be arrested!"

An icy shout suddenly sounded from under a black umbrella parked in the distance.

Obviously deliberately trying to make the middle-aged man and the woman in the white dress see their faces clearly, the umbrella bearer lifted the umbrella surface, this is a young man with an extraordinarily handsome face, red lips and white teeth, a complexion like jade, and eyes flashing like cold electricity.

"Oh?"

A soft sound sounded.

The middle-aged man's slightly frowning brows spread out, and he looked relieved: "No wonder his aura is too weak compared to others... It turns out that you are not one of the six major worshippers of the Heavenly Prison, so in this case, you should be an official of the Divine Capital Prison. ”

The hands of this handsome young officer in black were originally trembling imperceptibly, and the previous actions seemed to have consumed a lot of his courage, and at this time, when he heard the middle-aged man say that his breath was much weaker than that of several umbrella holders behind him, his eyes suddenly burned with some anger, but his breathing couldn't help but become more rapid.

The middle-aged man's gaze had already left his body and fell on the woman in the white dress, he smiled slightly at the woman in the white dress, and said: "At this age, he has already crossed the fourth realm in half a step, and he should be regarded as a rare talent in your dynasty." ”

The woman in the white dress smiled, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks, "What Mr. said is good." ”

"He should just look up to you and want to make an impression on you. The middle-aged man looked at the woman in the white dress meaningfully, "Wouldn't it be a pity?"

"You... What do you mean?" the handsome young official's face suddenly turned extremely white, his heavy clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

The woman in the white dress turned her head to look at him and smiled slightly, giving the impression that she did not seem to have any ill feelings towards this handsome young man, but a drop of rain falling on her side suddenly stopped.

Then the raindrop began to accelerate, accelerating to a terrifying level, and in the process of accelerating, it naturally lengthened into a thin little sword.

There was a soft "snort".

The black umbrella was covered with blood, and the head of the young official with a handsome face was detached from his neck, and he landed with the flying black umbrella, and a pair of eyes were deadly open, and he couldn't believe that this was true.

"What a spirit!"

The middle-aged man clapped his hands and cheered, "Even the people of the Divine Capital Prison who monitored your actions were directly killed with a sword, the Night Master is really bold, but in order to kill one of your own rare cultivators in order to disagree with your wishes, the Night Master doesn't seem to have any heart." ”

The woman in the white dress sneered slightly: "What kind of heart does a woman want, it is enough to have breasts." ”

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the woman in the white dress to say such a sentence.

"Makes sense. ”

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "A character like the Night Chief, no matter what he does or says, he really doesn't need to care too much about what others think. ”

The woman in the white dress trembled slightly with her eyelashes and her lips slightly opened, but at this moment, she sensed something, frowned slightly, but stopped making a sound.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face converged at this time, the few tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were smoothed out by some strange fluorescence, and the hair and skin of his body began to flash with a jade luster, and a rolling heat made all the rain falling in the sky turn into white vapor, and a strong killing breath began to fill this small courtyard.

"Although the majors are different, the cultivators in the world are divided into nine realms according to the realm of strength, and each realm is divided into three grades, your majesty the emperor, which realm has he reached now?" When the woman in the white dress, who was obviously transcendent at the beginning, saluted him, he did not return the salute, but at this moment, he took a deep look at it seriously and asked solemnly.

"I don't have a big heart, so I won't answer your kind of question when it doesn't do you any good. The woman in the white dress looked at him calmly and said in a non-negotiable tone, "One question for each person." ”

The middle-aged man groaned slightly and raised his head: "Okay." ”

The woman in the white dress didn't discuss the order at all, and directly asked first: "The disciples of the Sword Furnace are all cultivating the Death Sword, and they don't even care about their own lives, but in the three years that have been lurking, you will neither assassinate the cultivators of our dynasty, nor secretly form a faction, nor try to steal the cultivation classics of our dynasty, what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man looked at her and sighed lightly: "No matter how strong you are in the secret vault of the cultivation land, can it be as strong as what that person left behind?"

His rhetorical question was very brief, and he didn't even mention the name of "that person", but these two words seemed to be a taboo, and the five officials under the black umbrella outside the courtyard did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation under the bloody scene of the previous sword beheading, and when they heard this sentence, the black umbrella in their hands trembled slightly at the same time, and countless poplar-like splashes shook on the umbrella surface.

The woman in the white dress was suddenly a little displeased, she sneered: "It's been so many years, you still don't give up, and you still want to see if that person has left anything behind?"

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, just looked into the depths of her eyes with interest, waiting for her next answer.

The woman in the white dress looked at the middle-aged man who seemed more and more attractive, she suddenly felt a little sympathy for the other party, and said softly: "The saint has reached the top grade of the Seven Realms five years ago, and he hasn't made another move in the past five years, I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?"

"Five years ago, I already reached the top grade of the Seven Realms, and five years of time should be enough for breaking the mirror. In this way, it is really possible that he has reached the eighth realm?" A deep trace of frustration and sorrow appeared in the middle-aged man's eyebrows, but in the next moment, they all disappeared, all turned into sharp sword intent!

His entire body began to glow, like a peerless sword that had been hidden in its sheath for many years, suddenly unsheathed!

All the dry and growing artemisia grass on the walls and ridges of the small courtyard were all cut into pieces by the sharp breath and flew outward.

"Please!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and the world in his eyes seemed to be only the woman in the white dress opposite.

"The seventh apprentice of the sword furnace, Zhao Chop, leads the night division head Qiushui Sword!"

When his voice sounded, the woman in the white dress was still silent, and she didn't seem to have any reaction, but the five black-clothed officials outside the courtyard all groaned, and their figures walked around the five corners of the courtyard, and the black umbrella in their hands rotated violently at the same time.

On the black umbrella surface like a round shield, with a sharp rotation, it not sprinkled countless raindrops, but shot out countless strands of energy.

Rumble!

The entire courtyard swelled out like papier-mâché, and instantly exploded into countless burning fragments.

A muffled grunt rang out under the umbrella, and the burning shards contained an astonishing force, causing the soles of the five umbrella-wielding officials to make a piercing grinding sound against the wet stone pavement.

The dense energy formed an impermeable wall, few burning fragments pierced out, and the billowing heat and burning sparks were forced to vent towards the sky above, and from a distance, it was like a huge furnace suddenly erected between heaven and earth.

In the center of the furnace, the middle-aged man Zhao Cho had a small red sword in his hand at some point.

This sword was no more than two feet long, but the blazing real fire emitted from the sword body and the tip of the sword formed a fire mass that was several meters long!

The woman in the white dress in front of him, whom he called the head of the night, had disappeared, and only thousands of fine rain threads, like countless small swords, were coming towards him.

......

At the moment when five officials holding black umbrellas made a move, dozens of swordsmen wearing various long swords also ghostly poured into this alley.

These swordsmen all had the same aura on their bodies as the five umbrella-wielding officials, and in such a storm, the raindrops that fell around their bodies flew away in fear like life, and a transparent air mass was isolated out of thin air outside each person's body, like an independent world.

Such a picture can only show that they, like the five black umbrella officials, are rare cultivators in the world with unimaginable means.

However, at this moment, listening to the constant roar in the small courtyard, looking at the water droplets in the surrounding puddles that were constantly splashing due to the shaking of the ground, they couldn't even feel the general situation of the battle inside, their faces were getting whiter and whiter, and the cold sweat in their palms was getting more and more.

They had already known very well what kind of existence the Zhao State Sword Furnace was before, but today they finally realized that their estimate of the Sword Furnace was still too low.

The time was actually very short, so short that even the people nearby only thought it was thunder and didn't react to what it was, and on the black umbrella curtain surrounding the small courtyard, there was a sudden crackling sound.

A black umbrella couldn't support it, and it flew to one side for nearly 100 meters.

The black-clothed officials wearing unsheathed iron swords scattered around the courtyard changed color in shock at the same time, and the four black-clothed swordsmen behind the several black umbrellas suddenly let out a sharp cry in unison, drawing their swords to block them.

When Dangdang rang out four times, the four long swords of various colors were bent into a semicircle shape at the same time, and the soles of the four black-clothed swordsmen shook their feet, and they all wanted to forcibly hold on, but in the next moment, these four black-clothed swordsmen all spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows from their mouths, and they all flew out backwards like birds with broken wings.

The wave of air that poured out of the crack in the black umbrella curtain continued to pass through a vegetable garden, break down two fences, and cross a wide street to a sesame oil shop across the street.

There was a bang.

Several door panels leaning against the door of the sesame oil shop first burst into countless small pieces, and then half of the shop was violently shaken, and the roof tiles smashed to the ground, surging a large area of dust.

"What a rainy day doesn't have long eyes, and it's so fast!

A piercing scream exploded from the half-collapsed shop, and a middle-aged woman holding a scoop rushed out in grief and indignation, threatening to hit someone, but the moment she saw the vision, the middle-aged woman fell to the ground with a grease scoop and let out an even more piercing scream.

"The Heavenly Supervisor handles the case!"

A black-clothed swordsman who was shocked and spewed blood arrows in his mouth fell on the bluestone pavement in front of this shop, listening to the middle-aged woman's scream, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up with a long sword that was bent like a crescent moon.

At this moment, what made the black-clothed swordsman with a sad face stunned was that in the half-collapsed sesame oil shop, there was a young man carrying an oil bottle, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, but there was no fear on the immature face covered with dust.

He just looked curious, looked at the black-clothed swordsman with clear eyes, and then his gaze crossed the black-clothed swordsman's body and fell to the back of the two destroyed fences.

In his line of sight, a graceful woman in a white dress was stepping out of the gap in the black umbrella curtain.

"Bury him. ”

The woman in the white dress was already soaked, she seemed to be extremely tired, and when several black umbrellas gathered to help her block the rain falling above, she only whispered these three words.