The cold moon hangs high.

Under the clear light, the cold dew breeds, the night air is already very cool, and it is obvious that the hot summer is coming to an end, and there is already a bit of autumn night imagery.

On a country road, a rustic, inconspicuous carriage moves slowly.

The driver was a middle-aged man, with a crane-backed ape arm and a tall body, his forehead was slightly bulging compared to ordinary people, as if he had horns, and his eyes were blazing, and he was about to emit light.

He was dressed in a very ordinary brown robe, and carried a long sword, the ordinary material of wood scabbard was uncarved, and the hilt of the sword was wrapped with ordinary blue hemp rope, which was badly faded.

At the end of the trail is an independent manor house surrounded by large farmland and mulberry forests. From a distance, it was dark and oppressive, and the scale was not small, but there were no lights, and no chickens and dogs came.

The driver frowned slightly, raised his arm and shook the reins, speeding up.

The carriage soon reached the main gate of the manor, and the gate opened, and from the threshold to the shadow wall, there were large corpses lying on top of each other, and the ground was red and black, and the pungent smell of blood rushed to the face.

On the steps beyond the threshold, a young man in white clothes and hair sat cross-legged, his body dusty and out of place with the scene behind the door.

Hearing the sound, the young man in white raised his head, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only a bone-chilling indifference.

He spoke, "Gongsun Long?"

The driver stopped the car and did not answer, but sighed deeply and said sadly: "The master here is a friend to me, he is kind and charitable, and he is a well-known righteous man in the rivers and lakes. ”

The young man in white was indifferent, and said to himself: "Someone told me that this is the helm of the Haidong Gang, and you will definitely come." ”

He paused, and said word by word: "The grievance between you and the immortal post, Wu Ersan took it." ”

Gongsun Long's eyes froze, and he became brighter and brighter: "No wonder you can wait for the rabbit here, I have heard of you, at a young age, even if you have a blood feud, you have already avenged it, why do you slaughter the clan and kill so much? Who are you?"

Wu Ersan got up resolutely, and his voice was like cutting ice and snow: "When I came to the door, I made it clear that those who went out would die." They are willing to die, so why should I spare a sword? Gongsun Long, draw your sword!"

As soon as he got up, a corpse that was blocking his body was exposed.

This is the closest body to the door, almost rushing out of the door, the body is scattered, both knees are broken, before death seems to be unwilling, although it has been prostrate on the ground, it is still desperately holding the threshold with its left hand, the head is trying to rise, the eyes are round, and at the same time the right arm is stretched forward, and the five fingers are grasping forward in vain.

This is the real death without turning a blind eye.

The deceased's right arm had actually reached out of the door, but it was also cut off by a sword, and the right big arm, which still maintained a forward posture, remained in the door, and the small arm and palm fell outside the door, leaving a bleak blood-colored line.

Gongsun Long looked sad when he saw this, but he was a little relieved: "Since ancient times, it has been difficult to die alone, and since you say so, you want to come to Zhuangzhong to die a limited number of people." Hey, the heroes are dead, the rats are stealing their lives, how can they not make people resscind and depressed! I just hope that one or two of the surviving people will be grateful for their kindness, so that my old friend will not be ruined. ”

The voice was rumbling, and when he said the last sentence, it was already resounding throughout the village.

His gaze turned away from the deceased and once again focused on Wu Ersan's young but cold face.

The young man in front of him was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was forced to look at him from behind by a dead man, especially the fingertips of the severed palm almost touched his body, and he was able to sit calmly, without any discomfort, and his heart was fierce and stoic, which was really eye-catching.

"Can you postpone this battle for a few days, and place it in Jingshi? I won, the sect is expected to be re-established, and if you win, you will be as famous as that Liu Tugou." You must know how many reckless heroes in ancient times, full of talent and ambition, but never left their names and surnames until they died, isn't it saddening!"

Wu Ersan was silent.

Silence: The Sword Demon had said too much tonight.

Seeing this, Gongsun Long didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand to probe back, and then drew his sword and said: "Anyway, there are swords everywhere in the world, and all living beings are fish and meat." But I don't know you and me, who will put the violent corpse under this moonlight?"

The long sword is mottled, the bright place is frosty and snowy, and the dark place is rusty.

Whether Gongsun Long lured him with fame and fortune in his words, or threatened him with the intention of death, Wu Ersan seemed to have made up his mind not to speak again.

He also drew his sword in his hand, and a layer of ominous red light rose around him, and a demonic blood cloud with an unpredictable shape appeared in the void above his head, as if something fierce was born in it.

For a time, the intention of killing and extinguishing was great.

There is no void under the fame, and seeing that Wu Ersanfu used the grandmaster atmosphere as soon as he made a move, Gongsun Long's face immediately became solemn, and he stared at the iron sword in the opponent's palm.

The texture of the iron sword is ordinary, but there are two scarlet blood lines winding around, not to mention that the reputation of the sword demon "flying red lines on the sword, and being lucky in the middle" has not yet reached the north, but Gongsun Long, as the leader of the Green Forest Alliance in the northern four states, has naturally heard of it.

He clasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed his sword to the sky, the tip of the sword was raised to his eyebrows, the ape arm stretched forward, he made a fist salute, and exhaled loudly: "Kill!"

Before the words fell, Gongsun Long had changed to holding the sword with one hand, his wrist shook suddenly, the tip of the sword pointed forward, and a sword stabbed at Wu Ersan's eyebrows.

Salute, draw the sword, the whole action is like a cloud of water.

This thorn is not very fast, and there is no sword intent, no sword light, no sword energy, and no weather, but it reveals the meaning of high and simple in the vigor and majesty, and the charm is long, which makes people forget the vulgar.

The moonlight shone on the mottled sword, and somehow it was obscure.

Wu Ersan felt something, looked up at the sky, and saw dark clouds covering the moon, and it was hazy.

The wind is blowing, and it seems that rain is coming.

Between the lightning and flint, Gongsun Long saw that Wu Ersan still had time to look up at the moon, not only was he not happy, but his face was a little more solemn.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the Red Sword, which slaughtered the rivers and lakes without saying a sword demon battle, came out of nowhere, stabbing obliquely from the bottom to the top, and the tip of the sword was accurately pointed at the tip of Gongsun Long's mottled long sword.

The two swords intersected, and there was silence.

Gongsun Long took a step back, and in front of the horizontal sword, the iron filings on the mottled long sword fell in a stream, and there was already an extra slender sword mark.

The young sword demon was still standing in place, but a drop of red blood quietly appeared from the center of his eyebrows, crystal clear, red light flashing, and slid down his forehead and cheeks, but strangely did not leave a blood line, all the drops fell into the dust.

As the blood beads landed, there was a lingering rain in the sky.

In the drizzle, the earthy and bloody gases mixed and rose.

Wu Ersan retracted Mochizuki's gaze, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and finally spoke again: "Murderous?"

Gongsun Long's heart was alarmed, but his face was immovable: "In Xia Pingsu's favorite "General Dancing Sword Song", chanting for a long time is still insufficient, once doing a sword dance should be in harmony, but it is beneficial to the way of the sword, this sword, it is called 'murderous like a cloud falling into rain'." ”

He suddenly shook his head again, and laughed at himself: "Gongsun Long, the leader of the green forest bandits, is thousands of miles away from King Wucheng's exploits, even in front of you, there is a suspicion of self-inflicted humiliation. ”

Wu Ersan shook his head, and did not comment, raising his hand was a stab, and it was also a stab at Gongsun Long's eyebrows.

This sword is extremely fast, and the charm has no resemblance to Gongsun Long's sword, but the rain silk between heaven and earth is suddenly ten times denser, and the blood cloud above his head suddenly collapses, and it also turns into countless blood-red water droplets that merge into the rain silk, covering Gongsun Long all over the world.

Murderous clouds rain down!

Wu Ersan didn't even look at it, but he just took the half sword of Gongsun Long, and he had already obtained the three flavors of the divine essence!

Gongsun Long was not surprised, and laughed: "Okay!"

He bent his knees deeply and bounced up, his body shrank and let go as if he wanted to resist, and at the same time his backhand slashed forward with his sword, the blade of the sword cut through the infinite rain curtain, drawing a series of twists and turns, and the tip of the sword hit Wu Ersan's wrist directly.

The complicated sword road fell into the eyes of the young sword demon, and it seemed to outline various patterns, such as mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, and people, which were meticulous and extremely graceful.

"Aang!"

In the rain curtain, a dragon roared, and a water dragon turned into a shape, its scales were like blood, and all the blood clouds of Wu Er and San were collected for their own use.

Under the blood mouth of the water dragon, Gongsun Long roared loudly: "The mountains and rivers outside the sword should promise themselves, and the dragon inside the box will ride the wind!"

The next moment, the two swords clashed again.

The sound of the sword is deafening!

Wu Ersan snorted, and the red sword was magnificent.

Two red-line red cockroaches came out of the sword body, quickly coiled around the body of the water dragon, and twisted together, collapsing countless blood-colored dragon scales.

The blood scales danced wildly, and they merged into the two red cockroaches like a bird returning to the forest.

The bodies of the two red cockroaches grew and expanded rapidly in the wind, and the murderous aura was boiling, and the blood veins of the whole body were like rivers flowing.

Provoked by this, the water dragon could no longer maintain its form, and roared angrily and collapsed.

The rain of sword qi in the sky shot out in all directions, like an iron bow and crossbow, and the sound of breaking the sky made people's scalps tingle.

The two blood cries were immediately riddled with holes, blown by the night wind, and scattered into a cloud of blood again, which was much inferior in size compared to the beginning.

The walls of the manor have long since collapsed, turning into ruins, and the ground soaked by the night rain is pitted and unrecognizable.

For a long time, the sword is divided.

The two stood opposite each other again.

Gongsun Long's shirt was stained with blood, and he smiled.

"When I was young, my family was poor, and I was displaced from the market, and I always saw the long alleys and deep houses and pavilions where the rich and noble people lived, and the trees and flowers in the high walls were old and numerous, and the four seasons were beautiful. ”

"After learning swordsmanship, he can endure hardships and not be afraid of death, and finally become a small success and gradually have a thin name, but he came from a humble background, and he was not tolerated in the family, and he killed people in a rage and died in a hurry. ”

"After all the hardships along the way, nine deaths were still alive, fortunately, the road to the public, the sky did not die me, I was able to inherit the Taoist system, build a gang, call the alliance leader, and finally rampant in the north. ”

"Today, I am in the corner of Qingzhou, gradually like to be quiet and disgusted, almost withered, although I have not been able to abandon all the dyes of sound and profit, but I can finally see my heart, and I know that fame and fortune are like dust, but when I was young, a piece ......of sincerity is the most rare."

Gongsun Long took the trouble to tell the story, and the majestic sword qi gradually rose on his body, covering the heavens and the earth, and forcing the wind and rain away.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no supernatural power in it, just looking at its mighty and continuous, surging and fierce momentum, it would be no less than the long river of sword qi that day.

"Wu Ersan, take me another sword!"

Although there are no raindrops, and the sword qi is a roll, the long dragon reappears, and then disperses for the mountains, for the rivers, for the birds and beasts, for the people, not only that, but see the clouds on the mountains condense into rain and dew fall, the water vapor in the rivers is steamed for the clouds to rise, the birds and beasts swallow the aura and become the genus of demons and ghosts, men and women practice swordsmanship and the sword qi is full of sky......

One form makes a sound, a thousand shapes and a thousand sounds, the heaven and the earth are complete, and a sword comes out and everything is born.

This is not just a reversal of the second sword, its complexity and power are ten times higher than that of the second sword, and there is an unfinished meaning in it, it is clear that this sword is far from complete.

The young sword demon was also injured after two-for-tat battles, and several blood holes were cut out of the sword qi rain silk that shot indiscriminately around his body, although it was not deep, but the blood stained his white clothes, and he looked extremely miserable, but his face was still as cold as ice.

His first two swords were either offensive and defensive, or brazenly attacked, but at this moment, in the face of this sword that transformed all things, he finally took a defensive position for the first time.

He put the red mantle sword in front of him, and the two red mitches surrounded his body, as if sealed, isolating the inside and outside.

Gongsun Long's eyes were more radiant, flying brightly, and showing a decisive meaning.

His mind was set, and the incomparable sword qi around his body was like a dragon soaring for nine days, roaring over Wu Ersan's head with an unstoppable momentum, and burrowing into the cloud of demonic blood!

The demonic blood cloud suddenly swelled ten times and a hundred times, enveloping it in a radius of dozens of zhang!

Gongsun Long put away his sword and stood, seeing Wu Ersan bleeding from his mouth and nose, his face was in pain, but his eyes were full of astonishment and confusion, and he couldn't help but smile faintly: "Heaven and earth are combined, condense to drop nectar." Mountains and rivers are lined up, transpiring and making clouds. Flying insects, birds, and beasts have all turned into ghosts and ghosts, and humane beings have all become gods and heroic spirits, which is called the Great Dao of Qi Training! Wu Ersan, you have remembered, my sword is called 'Daosheng Vientiane'!"

There was no trace of sword qi around him, and the essence in his eyes also dimmed, and he didn't make a sound, looking up at the blood cloud.

At this moment, the demonic blood cloud seems to be overwhelmed, and it is constantly rolling, the waves are like anger, and it has swelled to the verge of disintegration and collapse several times, and it is extremely thrilling to hold on, which looks extremely terrifying, and makes people's hearts produce a dangerous warning that the heavens and the earth will be overturned and all things will be destroyed.

Wu Ersan was already bleeding, but his face was calm and indifferent.

He asked in a cold voice: "I can't take this sword, why don't you cut off my head?"

Gongsun Long is already running out of oil at the moment, and he is inferior to ordinary people, but standing there is a deep and lofty mountain, and the demeanor of the grandmaster is even better than before.

"Without him, it's just a matter of cherishing talents. If you enter the Dao by killing, it is not not a practice of qi, and it is not a direct point to the Dao. What's more, I'm not blindly helping you, if you can't hold on, all the murderous and murderous intent of the gods belongs to me, and my Vientiane sword qi is going one step further towards the realm of supernatural powers, which is expected to challenge Lu Jue Wai. If you can hold on, I will just die, you have my mantle, and inherit the position of deacon in the future. ”

Wu Ersan immediately shook his head: "I am not a descendant of the Immortal Post, and I don't know what the avenue is." Everyone in the world can be killed, but I only go with a sword, that's all. ”

Gongsun Long was stunned, and then laughed, and some of the sad breath of the dying person dissipated: "People who don't see the Tao, a vulgar and dusty heart, can An say such a quick word?"

His face was straight, and he said solemnly: "That is the case, if you win today, you will have my Immortal Ti Dao inheritance, and Lu Jue will never tolerate you, how should you deal with yourself?"

Wu Ersan raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and said as a matter of course: "The kindness has been repaid, if he kills me, I will kill him." ”

Gongsun Long smiled with satisfaction, and was about to speak, when his complexion suddenly changed, he glanced at Wu Ersan deeply, and sighed deeply: "It's a pity, the road is long and obstructive!"

With a bang, his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

There are no bones left!

The demon blood cloud above Wu Ersan's head suddenly retracted, and returned to its previous size, and then as if it was attracted, it sucked down deeply like a living thing, and instantly absorbed the blood mist that Gongsun Long had turned into.

Between heaven and earth, there is no trace of Gongsun Long.

After this mutation, the red color of the demonic blood cloud became lighter, slightly revealing the strange shape of the shadow in it, sometimes similar to a human body, sometimes twisted and hideous like a ghost and even all kinds of indescribable things, constantly changing and unpredictable.

The young sword demon sat on the ground with his buttocks, his breath dropped sharply like a receding tide, his arms trembled violently, and he could barely hold the Red Sword.

He simply lay on the ground, his head resting on the severed palm.

The young sword demon looked at the blood cloud above his head steadily, and muttered, "Hey, your 'Dao Sheng Vientiane' is too fancy, I don't learn it." At this moment, I have become a sword in my heart, so I will call it 'Vientiane Demon', I don't know if you like it or not?"

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