The sword intent shines brightly, and it is seen as a sign that the swordsman has stepped into the realm of inspiration.

As the embodiment of the initial integration of swordsmanship and sword intent, the carrier of sword light is the meager aura attached to the sword body, and life and death are only in an instant.

It is that the sword light is far inferior to the sword qi supported by sufficient spiritual energy, which is a means only available to grandmasters above the middle realm of inspiration.

Even though the white and green horse training of the Tsing Yi Great Swordsman was huge, it was still sword light, not sword qi.

The moment Bai Qingpi practiced and collided with the light red thin line, both of them quickly annihilated, and the distance between the two in the field was also rapidly narrowed.

The Tsing Yi Sect Master's face changed drastically, and only he and the white-clothed sword demon on the opposite side knew that his white and green sword light did not disappear naturally, but was forcibly dispersed by the light red thin line.

Don't think about it, the two are separated with one touch.

The sword demon with his back to Tsing Yi was still silent, and a long wound was cut out under his left rib that reached his waist, and bright red blood gushed out, quickly staining his left leg and the ground under his feet.

But undoubtedly, he is still alive.

Grandmaster Tsing Yi slowly turned around, his face full of doubts, and asked thoughtlessly, "You are not a grandmaster yet, how can you ...... How can it be?"

Wu Ersan didn't answer, only paused for a moment, and suddenly rushed forward again, heading straight for the thin yellow-clothed swordsman with a long sword and a short sword.

The thin swordsman was caught off guard, and quickly retreated under the mixture of anger, and his body was extremely flexible.

In his opinion, as long as the sinister crowd composed of hundreds of rangers is slightly blocked, he can easily fight and wait for help, dragging the seriously injured and crazy trapped beast in front of him!

Wu Ersan did not hesitate to step forward, and his murderous ferocity continued unabated.

Sword light again!

Without the strange arrogance of the red line flying on the sword before, an inconspicuous light red blood groove suddenly lit up on both sides of the sword body, instantly turning an iron sword that was not outstanding into a fierce soldier who chose people to devour.

A faint blood-colored arc of light swept lightly, and the faces of the two rangers who were the first to be used as shields showed shocked expressions on their faces.

Then the white-clothed sword demon who followed up lightly collided, and the four stumps of different sizes flew up separately, and the thin blood mist that rose up in an instant was blown away by the belated strong wind in the blink of an eye.

The advance and retreat between the lightning and flint suddenly turned into a bloody rain.

The blood-colored raindrops that drifted in the wind wet the cheeks of countless people, and the crowd was immediately in chaos.

There are those who want to stay away from harm, those who gather around the center of the war group to fish in troubled waters, those who draw knives near the water to prevent others from getting involved, and those who take advantage of the chaos to take revenge or harm others.

Whether it was to follow the trend or to help themselves, the vast majority of rangers joined this bloody feast almost at the same time.

Another burly yellow-clothed elder strode towards the elder in green who had always stood still, with his simple and dull sword path, unless he also opened a killing ring like the white-clothed sword demon, he would not be able to make a gain in the crowd at all.

When the great swordsman in Tsing Yi saw him coming, he slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "I understand, the sword intent is bright, it is not a sword path realm that only a grandmaster can set foot in, he is not as vast as me, but I am not as pure as his determination." ”

After a moment of silence, Grandmaster Tsing Yi continued, "Do you still remember the patriarch's teachings?"

"Elder!"

The burly yellow-clothed tiger had sad eyes, he had already noticed the small hole in the heart of the Grandmaster in Tsing Yi, which was transparent and bloodless, and knew that this master would not live long, but he still bowed his head respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "The ancestor's teachings, seek the way with the sword, and die without regrets!"

Grandmaster Tsing Yi sighed abruptly: "Alas, the desire for profit has been consumed for 70 years, and once the epiphany has been empty. Run for your life! Unfilial disciples are ashamed of the ancestor, please don't have to avenge me. ”

The burly yellow man bowed his head to obey the order, and when he looked up again, the great swordsman in Tsing Yi who was about to die when he heard the Dao Dynasty was already angry.

He glanced back, and after a while, a conspicuous yellow robe had fallen to the dust. If you really want to say that there is any difference between the famous swordsman who has practiced qi and the same corpse on the spot, it can only be said that compared to the fragmented pieces of flesh all over the ground, the thin yellow clothes were lucky to leave a whole corpse.

The seriously injured white-clothed sword demon didn't want to fall into the desperate situation of being encircled and killed, so the two yellow-clothed ones died and stole life, the reason was simple but cruel.

Dead and thin, the fight not only did not stop, but became more and more intense.

The burly yellow cloth suddenly shouted: "Wu Ersan! Today, the West Lake Sword Palace has confessed to planting! I will never embarrass you again in the future! These rangers will not die for their crimes, when will they repay their grievances, why bother to kill again?"

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the crowd, and a blood-colored arc that seemed to be darker flashed, followed by countless screams.

The center of the battle group was cleared out of a small open space by this sword, revealing a thin figure with a bloody sword, if you didn't see it with your own eyes, who could believe that this seemingly thin young man was actually such a ruthless kendo Shura!

"When is the time for retribution?" Wu Ersan asked rhetorically.

The sword light turned sharply, accompanied by countless near-death howls, it was a dance of death that took people's lives.

The white-clothed sword demon asked himself and replied, "Just kill it!"

The words are cold to the bone marrow.

No longer hesitating, the burly yellow clothes found a healthy horse nearby, groaned slightly, and fled straight south along the official road, without looking behind him again.

At the same time, the third brother Li, who was far wiser than the three great swordsmen of the West Lake Sword Palace and the countless rangers who had died in a row, had already walked out more than ten miles without stopping.

It wasn't until he saw an old Taoist priest with withered yellow hair sitting alone by the river from a distance that he refused to stop and said softly: "The matter explained by the predecessor is over, Song Yu farewell!"

The old Taoist priest didn't move, the two were too far apart, they shouldn't have heard.

Song Yu, who was known as Third Brother Li, didn't stay any longer, turned around and left.

Running out of three or four miles, the shadow of the old Taoist priest was no longer visible, Song Yu's right foot stomped on the ground fiercely, and his body slammed upwards for several zhang, but it no longer fell, and floated north like catkins, and disappeared in the wilderness on the other side of the Ningqing River in less than a moment.

This kind of light skill is far beyond the elder of the West Lake Sword Palace Tsing Yi who has died under Wu Ersan's sword.

This "Third Brother Li", who hides his head and tail, is also a grandmaster.

A tragic massacre that occurred in the south of the Qinghe River in Beining, Dingxiang City, although it will surely spread to the rivers and lakes at the fastest speed, it will not be able to affect the relatively closed and independent Tianshui green forest in the short term.

Tianshui County is barren, but wealth and power seem to be within reach. For the swordsmen who are begging for a living in this realm, a nameless boy from the west with a black coat and white horse has become an excellent stepping stone for them to get ahead, even if countless people have already hit their heads on this stone and broke their blood.

Wuding County, one of the many barren counties in the vast area of Tianshui County, was named after its proximity to a Wuding River that often diverted its course.

At the base of the city wall at the west gate of the county seat, there was an obviously old man sitting against him, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, basking in the sun bored.

He had been looking at the desolate scenery outside the city gate for many years, and he really couldn't be excited.

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance, he could hear the approximate size of the team without opening his eyes. Well, there must be seventy or eighty riders.

When the sound of hooves was near, the old pawn slowly stood up and stretched his waist, and when he opened his eyes to look closely, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Seventy or eighty horsemen, the number of horses is correct, but there is only one man.

This is a half-grown man riding a white horse and wearing black clothes, he smiled shyly at the old man, threw over a small piece of broken silver and said: "Master Jun, the little one goes to the county seat to sell horses, please make it convenient." ”

The old man collected the broken silver, waved his hand lazily, and said, "Let's go over, this horse sale, the West Market will be completed." ”

Although this offspring who dared to take so many horses on the road alone did not look like a horse dealer, but was very similar to those swordsmen and horse bandits who died like weeds and stubble after stubble but never died, and most of the horses came from the wrong way, what did this matter to him as a pawn guarding the city? There has never been a person who can live a nourishing life in this poor mountain and bad water.

The black-clothed and white-horse Housheng smiled and thanked him, which was much better than those arrogant swordsmen, and the old pawn took a few extra glances.

Well, in the eyes of the old man, he has very handsome eyebrows and eyes, although his hair is messy and dirty, his face is very white, like a boy, and he can't see that he is quite bold.

Seventy or eighty healthy horses slowly entered the city in turn, and the old man casually glanced at them halfway, and suddenly found that these horses were all equipped with saddle bridles, and the styles were not the same, and there were all kinds of miscellaneous items such as water bladders. If you look closely, you can see that many horses have black and red spots of various sizes on their fur.

The old man has lived in this Tianshui County for decades, and he doesn't know anything else, and when he sees these black and red spots, he seems to be able to smell the strong smell of blood.

He turned his head to look at the back of the white horse and the black-clothed descendant, a little stunned.

The latter seemed to realize something, turned around, and smiled kindly at the old pawn.

A cool breath rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the old pawn at this time didn't feel that this posterior was handsome and kind at all.

He looked at the surprisingly silent and honest horses passing in front of him, and sighed in his heart, each horse was carrying a dead soul!

Liu Tugou didn't have the sigh of the old man's belly, at first he was surprised that there were so many bandits who didn't open their eyes to beat him along the way, one after another, crying and shouting that they would be replaced by the second master for Tianxingdao, and this Tianshui County would not be under the control of the Great Zhou Imperial Court?

The second master is not ambiguous, chopping melons and vegetables is called a refreshing. He felt that he was very kind, and he would never cut two knives if he could kill him with one sword, and he would leave the saber of the dead ghost for burial.

Liu Erye, who was originally wealthy, didn't even want to bring horses to be a burden, but who knew that after Ah Wei followed the second master, his prestige and temper rose greatly, and with a neigh, those ownerless horses followed honestly, and gradually formed such a strange horse team.

Later, I finally asked the reason from a few living mouths, and it was really a fire that had nowhere to go, and he couldn't kill Yangping and Xue Weichen to fight to the death, right?

The county seat of Wuding is very small, and it didn't go far before the West Market arrived.

Shops and stables made of adobe thatched and wooden planks, and people dressed in shabby and unkempt clothes, are hundreds of streets away from the western city of Lanling.

As soon as the horse team entered the West Market, there were countless eyes around that were by no means good-natured, making Liu Tugou suddenly have the illusion of being in the slaughterhouse.

Scratching his hair like a chicken nest, Liu Erye became murderous.