Yun Feiyang was stunned, he held the sword in his hand tightly, as if the sword in his hand was his life, and the things that Gu Tong said about Youquan Village when he met Gu Yuexuan before came to his mind one by one, this is his life experience.

He is the son of the sword god Ling Cuishan, because the dragon sword in his hand is the sword god Ling Cuishan, and this alone is enough to explain everything.

The slaughter of those men in black was like cutting his heart with a knife, and the pain in his heart made him extremely painful.

The truth is often accompanied by pain, which means that the facts are made public, and the facts are heart-wrenching.

From the beginning, Yun Feiyang was hesitant to know his background. He vaguely felt that the mystery of his life would be an unbearable vendetta, an incomparably powerful enemy, and he didn't even know who the enemy was.

"Yun Shaoxia, Brother Xiao can be called a sword-casting maniac, obsessed with swords, the sword of the world, omniscient, omniscient, he said that this sword is the Dragon Yin Sword, it is true!" Although Chu Wuji saw that Yun Feiyang was a little strange, he thought that he was a surprise that he couldn't believe after knowing the Dragon Yin Sword.

Yun Feiyang's whole person seemed to be stupid, lost his soul, and shook his head, "No, this is not the Dragon Yin Sword, Master never mentioned that this sword is the Dragon Yin Sword!" As he spoke, he threw the sword in his hand on the ground, turned around and ran, running towards the outside of the stone cave.

Chu Wuji, Xiao Jin and Xiao Xiang were all stunned, and Xiao Xiang shouted: "Brother Feiyang!"

"What's wrong with him?" Chu Wuji's brows furrowed, since he had known Yun Feiyang, he had never seen him lose his temper like this, and he didn't expect him to react so strongly when he heard that the sword in his hand was the Dragon Yin Sword.

A swordsman discarding the sword in his hand is equivalent to disregarding his own life.

Xiao Xiang followed Yun Feiyang and chased out.

Chu Wuji and Xiao Jin looked at each other, glanced at each other, and followed out.

"Brother Feiyang!" Xiao Xiang chased all the way and shouted all the way. However, Yun Feiyang's figure shuttled through the passage leading to the outside of the stone cave, and his body was as light as a swallow, and his speed would not be affected at all because of the twists and turns.

"No, this sword can't be the Dragon Yin Sword!" Yun Feiyang couldn't believe the facts, his head hurt like an explosion, and a miserable sound lingered in his ears, which was the desolate sound of the figures in Youquan Village who fell one after another. It was those men in black who killed the men, women, and children of Youquan Village, and he was the son of the sword god Ling Cuishan, a man with a deep hatred of blood.

After coming down from Danfeng Mountain, he has always wanted to find the mystery of his life experience, but now he has found it. But I can't accept it, this pain is far more painful than I don't know.

"Feiyang, don't take revenge!" A strange scene suddenly appeared in his mind, all of which seemed to be a memory before he went to Danfeng Mountain, vaguely blurred and clear, clear and vague, this scene had appeared in his dreams again and again, that was when he was about ten years old, he always dreamed of a heroic man, holding a sword in his hand and dancing the sword, he wanted to see the face of the sword dancing man, but every time there was always only the back.

Dressed in a gray robe, with long hair tied up in a crown, and a tiger's waist, in the snowy snow, dancing a three-foot Qingfeng, "brushing" a sword rolled up, and the petal snowflakes on the ground fluttered and danced, and as his wrist sank, the sword blade shook, and the petal snowflakes fell back to the ground.

Those snowflakes flying in the sky are like fairies, and they are beautiful.

Yun Feiyang always seemed to be hiding a few feet behind the sword-dancing man in his dreams, looking at the scene in front of him, he was actually intoxicated. A young face, only three or two years old, looking at the man dancing the sword, was extremely excited.

When the figure of the sword-dancing man was getting farther away, he picked up the dead branches on the ground, and according to the sword-dancing man's moves, he danced his hand that knew a little bruised, "Huh...... Ha...... Ooh...... Ha ......" childish voice, resounding in the snow, is not only a little naughty, but also a serious child.

"Could it be that the sword-dancing man who appeared in the dream is the sword god Ling Cuishan?" Yun Feiyang was running away, his heart was in turmoil, he didn't want to bear all this, he didn't want to remember anything that happened before Danfeng Mountain.

However, the more I don't want to reminisce, the clearer it becomes. It was as if all this was flooding out of his memory.

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"Ling Cuishan, hand over the Dragon Yin Sword and leave you with a whole corpse. A vigorous and powerful figure roared angrily, and Ling Cuishan was covered in blood, surrounded by the villagers of Youquan Village, who had been killed, and even Gu Liang had died tragically under the butcher's knife of these black-clothed men.

Ling Cuishan was already injured in many places, but his right hand still firmly held the sword in his hand, and his left hand dragged the child Ling Feiyang tightly beside him, he glanced at the other party coldly, the burly and tall figure, wearing a skull mask on his face, he couldn't see the face clearly, he said coldly: "As long as I Ling Cuishan is here, you don't want to take away the Dragon Yin Sword." ”

"Hmm, Ling Cuishan, you really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, on!" The man in the skull mask roared and beckoned to his trembling subordinates beside him, just to attack him in groups.

These people were not afraid of life and death at all, although everyone was very afraid of the blood-stained sword in Ling Cuishan's hand, the Dragon Yin Sword, but the man wearing the skull mask ordered them not to disobey.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light and sword shadow, a swarm of bees pounced.

Ling Cuishan quickly raised the sword in his hand, awe-inspiring and fearless, the sword shadow swept away, and the sword flowers shot out like raindrops.

His sword is really powerful, worthy of being called a sword god, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and his shot is agile, and he instantly sealed the throat of the three black-clothed men with a sword.

Ling Feiyang, the child who was dragged by him, was very frightened, but it was really happy to see his father raise his sword and kill the villain. If it were a child from an ordinary family, he would have been so frightened that he would not see his souls.

But Ling Feiyang followed his father and mother to Youquan Village since he was a child, and basically lived a life of exile, although his memories at that time were broken. But Ling Feiyang's memory has been around since he was about a year old, how many people chased and killed from the north and south of the river for his father's dragon sword, until he came to Youquan Village, Ling Cuishan sealed the dragon sword in the sword mound and lived a secluded life.

originally thought that such a day could be enjoyed by a family of three with Ling Feiyang's growth, but all this still happened - on the important day of the election of the village head of Youquan Village, this group of black-clothed people killed all the villagers of Youquan Village.

The man wearing the skull mask was a little unexpected, he couldn't imagine that Ling Cuishan was seriously injured and still be able to exert such incredible strength, he hesitated for a moment, his palms condensed, a true qi swam between his palms, the tiger jumped up, two cyclones appeared between his palms, a green dragon that seemed to be flying, and a beetle snake that seemed to be circling up, he said coldly: "Ling Cuishan, you forced me!