The black and white swords in the burning reeds were broken.

The owner of the black and white twin swords, the character in the sword list, looked at his broken double swords at this time, and looked at Gu Liren, who had already walked on the burning reeds, he fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wry smile.

Although I already knew in my heart that this was an inevitable result, I couldn't even catch a sword... This kind of thing happened to him, like a denial of his life, so that he still couldn't accept it when he was dying.

His head was broken, and the corners of his mouth were still bitter.

Gu Liren didn't have time to be proud or emotional, because at this time, two more powerful enemies appeared.

A middle-aged man in a green shirt like him first appeared in his sight.

This middle-aged man has no beard, and he looks very elegant, like a scholar, but he has a knife at his waist, a very peculiar scimitar.

Both the hilt and the scabbard are inlaid with many dazzling gemstones.

These gems are not the precious things that those women in the world like, but the real rare treasures, and they are all treasures that contain a powerful heaven and earth vitality.

Gu Liren was unknown before Yu Zuochi participated in the Mirror Lake Sword Meeting, and even after the sword was out of the Bashan Sword Field, the vast majority of cultivators in the world still thought that he was the kind of sword idiot who only knew how to practice swords.

However, the truth was contrary to what they imagined, Gu Liren was very casual and willful, and he had traveled more places than the vast majority of cultivators in the world.

Looking at this knife, he easily recognized the identity of this person, and immediately frowned, "Why do the Qin people also want me to die?"

"I don't want you to die, and my master doesn't want you to die, but there's no way. ”

The elegant middle-aged man bowed apologetically and explained seriously: "It's just that the world is bustling, and it's all for profit." Just to achieve the goal, there must be sacrifice. ”

"It's all Qin people, so why don't you talk to me?" Gu Liren said.

He is not afraid, but even an existence like him has a home to his birthplace, he is a Qin person, and it will always be a little unpleasant to kill a Qin person, and he is very receptive to anyone's point of view.

In his opinion, any reason deserves attention, and only hypocrisy is the most disgusting.

"I've thought about it, but people like you are too casual to deign to do a lot of tedious things, not to mention that many things are very dark and difficult to achieve with some bright means, people like you should not do it, and even oppose it. The middle-aged man said, "Everything is the result of trade-offs. ”

Gu Liren thought for a while, and then said seriously: "Your master's evaluation of me is very correct. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Then he said to the middle-aged man.

It was normal for the Dao to be different and not conspire with each other, so he was not angry, and he apologized to the middle-aged man because he felt that no matter what, this middle-aged man should also die under his sword like several previous grandmasters.

However, at this moment, the sky behind him turned black.

The other powerful aura he had once sensed had become countless times stronger.

He and Baili Tassel turned around and saw countless crystal dust rising from heaven and earth, devouring all the light and turning into a black tide.

It's a dreamy black with a glass glow.

Countless colors surged in black, but eventually fell silent and turned into absolute black.

"Wu Jing Black Dream. ”

Gu Liren's face changed.

He shook his head, a little helpless, a little emotional.

He didn't expect that he would use such two things for him.

He sighed softly and swung a sword.

The figure of the middle-aged man had quickly faded in a glazed luster.

He wasn't ready to go under the knife at all.

Because for Gu Liren's sword, even if his sword may be the most powerful sword in the world, it is meaningless.

However, what he didn't expect was that Gu Liren's sword would come so quickly and be so invincible.

The glass light in front of him shattered, and his body shattered like glass in the incomparable sword intent.

The black that filled the sky and earth was like a deep night, drowning everything, enveloping the figure of Gu Liren and Baili Tassel.

The flames that shone on the reeds were frozen in an instant, and a thin layer of black crystals precipitated from the unburned branches.

The fleeing woman sensed something, and she turned her head to look at the black sky, and saw many crystals shining with dreamy colors, and her heart sank.

Not only Wu Jing, but also the black dream from the Chu Dynasty.

......

Night is coming.

Wang Jingmeng closed the fourth volume of the Sword Sutra.

"Young master, there is no way. ”

The driver at the front of the carriage stopped the carriage with apologetic surprise.

In this area of Qiyun Town, the young master and the old man are all honorable names for outsiders.

But for the old coachman, a foreigner who could afford to hire him for such a carriage would not have any leisure and elegance in a place like theirs.

It was far away from the mountain town, and there were all kinds of fierce beasts in the mountains and forests at night, and several mountain streams nearby were related to the stories of various ghosts and ghosts, and he didn't know what such a young man was doing in this place at such a time.

"I'm a swordsman, and I'm a very powerful hunter. ”

Wang Jingmeng got out of the carriage and explained softly to the coachman, who was very worried about his safety.

He didn't need to explain, but he thanked the other party for his kindness.

"Be careful, then. ”

The coachman was relieved, he hesitated, looked at Wang Jingmeng, who was about the same age as his grandson, hesitated, and said, "Maybe you don't believe in evil, but the area around Qiyun Cave is really evil, and there are many rumors of powerful ghosts." ”

Wang Jingmeng thanked him again, and then walked into the mountain forest in front of him.

It all comes from habit.

Whether you feel comfortable or not, whether you feel dangerous or not, all come from habit.

In fact, he is far more accustomed to this kind of mountain forest than the mountain town with many people.

Before he met Gu Liren, he knew that he was very different from ordinary hunters in the mountains and forests, but he always felt that the kind of absolute calmness that Gu Liren said he could maintain in the face of fierce beasts actually came from habit.

Because for a young child, a tiger is deadly, but an inconspicuous poisonous insect, a poisonous snake hidden in the grass, is equally deadly.

......

After picking up two poisonous snakes that might pose a threat to him, Wang Jingmeng stopped in front of a cliff.

Qiyun Cave is not a cave, but a stone forest.

There are many stone forests, and there are countless sheep intestine paths in them, and it is easy for people to get lost when they walk in them.

The less human there are, the more beasts there are, and the more dangerous it is to ordinary people.

So the story of the ghost and the mountain ghost originates from this.

This cliff is the edge of Qiyun Cave.

Some places under the cliff where there are natural stones such as eaves, there are ashes after firewood is burned. At least during the day, there are still plenty of prey and woodcutters walking in the area.

Near the embers of these campfires, there are many ghostly drawings, which must have been done by these hunters or woodcutters out of boredom.

But not far from these patterns carved with charcoal fire or some mountain stones, there are some unnoticeable traces.

There was no pattern to these traces, but when Wang Jingmeng's gaze fell on these traces, the image of different swords cutting through these mountains and rocks quickly appeared in his mind.

The further you go inside, the more complex these traces become.

In the middle of the night, at dawn, he naturally stopped between the four stone pillars.

The four pillars were surrounded by larger stone pillars around them, usually shrouded in shadows and covered with moss, but even when they were covered in moss, he could still make out the marks of different shades.

His brow furrowed deeply.

Countless sword marks turned into the running of a long sword in his mind.

The swords formed a huge cage around where he was standing at this time.