Daiun Guangming Temple.

A middle-aged man in a burlap robe moved step by step towards the door of the Great Cloud Guangming Temple. He carried an ordinary long sword on his shoulder.

Opposite him was a dense crowd of Manichaeans, who retreated step by step, watching the devil in front of them approach little by little. The followers of Manichaeism have forgotten to shout and curse, they have forgotten to shout slogans, the devil has taken away their ability to speak, and fear is like a magical sponge that absorbs all noise.

The middle-aged man has an ordinary appearance, his hair is casually inserted with a wooden hairpin, and the coarse linen clothes on his body look like they have been worn for a while, and there is a big stain on the cuffs, which looks a little conspicuous.

Behind him lay an unknown number of corpses lying across the street, many of which were Mobei masters with deep eyes, high noses and knotted muscles.

There was not the slightest wound on the body, and there was no blood spilling from the mouth and nose, and the middle-aged man just raised his hand, and these people fell to the ground and died completely.

The middle-aged man walked forward slowly, and he raised his finger and swiped it, as if he was drawing casually on a sheet of rice paper, as if he was casually doing it.

But with this seemingly unintentional stroke, two Manichaeans fell to the ground again. When the middle-aged man takes a step forward, one or more Manichaeans fall to the ground, and many more flee into the night.

Finally someone brave enough or stupid enough to burst out of the crowd, and a yellow-brown bearded Mobei master stood up, he was tall, with a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and his messy hair fluttering in the night wind.

"Mobei Yili ......"

The middle-aged man raised his hand, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were brought together, seemingly unintentionally slashed.

Then it's another step.

The lion-like man fell, and the middle-aged man's basple shoes stepped on his corpse and walked over.

At last there was silence before his eyes, and the Uighur masters, fanatical Manichaeans, and careerists who could not see the situation clearly, all turned away like frightened rabbits, fled, disappeared, and sought refuge from them.

The middle-aged man sighed, the world is stupid, they inexplicably try everything to maintain their illusions, and they will give up completely at the moment of disillusionment.

For the advent of the bright world, they can set fire to their neighbors' houses, slaughter their relatives, and travel thousands of miles to the capitals of other countries to carry out a conspiracy to kill and die.

And when stronger violence and a real enemy comes, they will tremble and forget everything, and will not even have the courage to be martyred, and go to find their own refuge.

Perhaps, it will not be long before these people will become foolish again, believing in the lies of the gods, worshipping ignorance as the truth, and turning into wild beasts in the night to hunt down those good people.

But at this moment, because of their own existence, these people may be able to think more and come to their senses. If a middle-aged person thinks so, that is also a kind of merit.

The middle-aged man in sackcloth and straw sandals walked forward step by step, and the door of the Great Cloud Guangming Temple was soon close in front of him, and the sound of footsteps inside reached his ears, and he knew that it was the movement of the Manichaeans fleeing at night.

Man, what an indescribable strange creature, one moment he will go to the Yellow Springs with you desperately, and the next moment he will scatter because of fear.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped, and his resolute but unstoppable pace finally stopped.

A young man in his twenties stood in front of him, a white robe with a Mobei style, long red hair scattered, a delicate gold headband on his head, and blue pupils that always flashed inexplicably green in his eyes.

The goal of the world's first sword has finally appeared.

"Mobei Sanren, I have seen the Chengtian Sword Sect, and after 20 years, the style of the Sword Sect is better than in the past. ”

Mai was middle-aged, or rather Chengtian Sword Sect, looking at the young man in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he slowly let go.

"You are still the same, you are sixty-seven this year, this skin is still the same as it was back then. ”

"Back then, the Sword Sect was just a nameless junior in the rivers and lakes, and I was just a pawn in the sect, so I didn't expect to see you again today, not only is it not what it used to be, but my position is completely different. ”

Yue Gu Han finally waited for the main owner of this trip, and he unloaded the long sword behind his back, this long sword seemed to have not been used for a long time, and it was wrapped in thick strips of white cloth around it.

The Chengtian Sword Sect was there to carefully untie the strip of white cloth wrapped around the long sword, as if he was untying the shirt of his wife who had never been.

"We have always been the same, you were for you back then, and now I am for me, and I take care of myself. ”

Yue Guhan didn't speak fast, he had been saying this sentence for a long time, he was always so serious, even if it was a casual sentence, he had to spit out every word clearly.

Balutosa had his hands behind his back, and there was a lot of dampness in his palms, his back, and even the roots of his hair.

It's been a long time since the Manichaean Patriarch has experienced this feeling called fear, and it seems that he hasn't felt it since his trip to the Secret Cave twenty years ago.

Everything is finally out of his grasp. And the great terror between life and death quietly crept into his heart.

Balutosa couldn't see Yue Guhan in front of him at all.

The Jianghu people ranked the Seven Sects as the world's first-class masters, and it was not nonsense. The traces of the three saints are ethereal, the seven sects are already the most powerful masters in the world, their martial arts have hit the end of the changes of heaven and man, and each of them has a shocking stunt beyond the understanding of ordinary people and a record of shocking the rivers and lakes.

There is no doubt about the Seven Sects as a standard, but this does not mean that the strongest group of people in the world are only these seven people, there are many people who are superb in martial arts and have no reputation, but the real masters know that these people are by no means weaker than the Seven Sects.

For example, Yufuguo, such as Balutosa, such as Luyinxi.

Although Balutosa has a poor reputation, he is confident that if Xiao Daisheng fights him, he can also be invincible. If Na Luo Yan came to challenge, he could also win the battle.

However, at this moment, Balutosa couldn't understand Yue Guhan in front of him.

Don't understand.

The name of the Chengtian Sword Sect is that his swordsmanship is superb, and his exquisite swordsmanship is endless. The two are to say that his true qi is as strong as the ocean, and his strike is like a heavenly might.

However, Balutosa couldn't understand Yue Guhan at the moment, this person who had changed his fate with him twenty years ago had always been the object of his attention, even if Yue Guhan lived in seclusion in Bai Yujing, he still arranged for a secret spy to keep an eye on him. However, he didn't expect to finally meet today, but Yue Guhan made him unable to see clearly.

It seems to be here but not here, not here but here.

Balutosa is the pinnacle of Mobei martial arts, and his grasp of meaning is unsurpassed by no one in the world. No one's moves can be hidden under his attention.

Just as Li Xu can "hear" the world after comprehending fluctuations, Balutosa's eyes can "see" farther and deeper than anyone else.

In the eyes of the Manichaean Sect, Yue Guhan seemed to be in a magical state, he seemed to be standing in front of his eyes, and as if he did not exist in this world, it seemed to be real and not imaginary, but it was ethereal and difficult to find.

"The Sword Sect has lived in seclusion in Beijing for more than ten years, and I can't imagine that I have finally taken that step, which is really gratifying. "It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly, Balutosa is old in the rivers and lakes, and he makes tentative words and puts on an unfathomable look.

"I've always been curious, why don't you know you're afraid?" Yue Gu Han's face sank like water, without any fluctuations. "Forget about others, why don't you even feel afraid?"

Yue Guhan finally untied the strip of cloth wrapped around the long sword, revealing the bronze ancient sword inside.

"But it doesn't matter if you're afraid or not, you're going to die. ”