"Give you a sword to punish immortals, and let me have no worries for a lifetime. ”

Outside the 'Ice Hell', the woman who deserves the word peerless seemed to feel something, and muttered softly.

Then, as if she remembered something, her expression changed slightly.

His eyes were red, just like the 'self' in the well, and tears fell like rain.

She muttered in a low voice, "Finally, it's time to be born." ”

In the world of the well, Jiang Xiaoman stared at the blade of the sword in surprise.

I only felt that it was not gold and non-stone, but it was as dark red as the edge of the bloody sword, and there was a vast killing intent rushing towards him, making him like falling into the Nine Shadows.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of the words 'Ice Hell'.

The so-called hell is not the underground where the sword is hidden, nor is it the ancient well that is so strange that it can turn into a golden fox.

The real 'Ice Hell' is not a place, it is the ancient sword that is now held in Luo Xuanji's hand.

With this sword alone, he has killed millions of corpses and suppressed thousands of souls in the sword.

Along with the majestic murderous aura that poured into the young man's mind, there were also the blood-colored mountains and rivers, as well as the millions of white bones lying under the mountains and rivers.

When Jiang Xiaoman opened his eyes again, he only felt that he was in Shura purgatory.

Before his eyes, it was as if the entire world had turned into a vast battlefield.

From south to north, from north to south.

In the land of Kyushu, there are fights happening all the time on every inch of land.

There are the mermaids who ride the waves, half fish and half man, holding steel forks, there are the giant beasts of the wilderness with wings on their backs and like a tiger, there are giants who can reach the sky more than a hundred feet with a wave of their hands and feet, and there are also peerless god kings of the human race who walk with swords.

Humans, demons, and many other races that used to only appear in legends.

Thousands of races, all of whom were ancestors of Kyushu, were once incomparably brilliant in a certain world.

But now, none of them are fighting anymore and fighting to the point of madness.

Kill or be killed.

In front of them, the enemy they face is an invisible existence.

Above the nine heavens, under the nine shadows, shadows as dark as the netherworld emerged one after another.

Immediately, a pair of scarlet eyes as cold as blood opened and ignored the land.

They wield swords, swords, and bows, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the ancestors of Kyushu.

"Roar!"

There was a giant who roared in the sky, roared like thunder, and fell to the ground with a trace of unwillingness.

In front of his corpse, a dark shadow no taller than his knees in his hand easily cut off his head like copper and iron with a single swing of a knife.

The dark, illusory shadow held the giant's head in his hand.

As if aware of something, his scarlet eyes without the slightest emotion looked indifferently at his side.

There, a teenager stood.

Jiang Xiaoman was immersive, fearless and staring at it, his heart churning with murderous intent.

The shadow swung its sword, bringing up a bitter wind, and even the void was torn apart by the qi on the knife.

The boy raised his hand to block it, and sparks flew for a while.

Then, just listen to the sound.

The war knife that had cut off the head of the ancient giant like cutting vegetables shattered.

There was no time to dodge, and the shadow was cut off with the sword in his hand.

"Wow!"

Before he died, he let out a piercing howl, extremely sad and full of monstrous resentment.

Jiang Xiaoman subconsciously wanted to cover his ears.

When I raised my hand, I realized that what I was holding now was not the ancient sword.

The blade of the sword was like blood, flashing with strange runes at the moment.

There are a total of forty-nine paths, and the demons are incomparable.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know why he was here, but he was infected by the ubiquitous killing.

Almost subconsciously, he jumped into a battlefield.

Like Shura, he fought to the point of madness with an ancient sword in his hand, forgetting everything.

He couldn't remember how many of those shadows he had killed that made him hateful.

In the end, he just instinctively and numbly waved the long sword in his hand.

Sword after sword.

Sword after sword.

Mountains and rivers are stained with blood, and the earth is stained with blood.

And he was also bloodstained.

Jiang Xiaoman at this moment is like a Shura who has come out of hell.

Shura, born to fight, died to fight.

The ancient sword in his hand became more and more demonic.

With each slashing of a Nether Shadow, the scarlet on the blade of the sword deepened.

Kill until the mountains and rivers crumble, and the blood flows into the sea.

Just as he was about to lift his sword, the picture suddenly changed.

Jiang Xiaoman only felt that his eyes suddenly darkened.

When I opened my eyes again, the world was silent.

On the bank of the Lancang River, on the top of the remnant peak, he stood with his sword in his hand.

In front of him, there was a peerless white robe.

Long hair shawl, voluptuous purple.

The body is empty, like the brightest pearl in the world.

Facing the sea of clouds, with his back to the boy.

Obviously, he just saw the back, but Jiang Xiaoman felt that the woman in front of him seemed to have known him for a long time.

"You're here......"

The woman didn't turn around, she spoke softly, her voice melodious and tactful.

It was obviously in front of him, but when it fell into Jiang Xiaoman's ears, it seemed to come from the sky.

"You, know me?"

Jiang Xiaoman stared at the woman's back, but his voice had a smell of slaughter, like a golden stone piercing the earth.

is domineering, not at all like a teenager who has just entered the rivers and lakes.

It seems that he has not woken up from the killing.

The woman turned around, looked at the young man and smiled, and said softly, "Little Man'er, we've met." ”

"Aunt Luo?"

"Aunt Luo!"

Jiang Xiaoman came to his senses completely, and his eyes finally returned to the clarity that a teenager should have.

He looked at the purple-haired woman in front of him, dumbfounded, and speechless for a long time.

At this moment, it is like being struck by lightning.

The woman smiled gently, shook her head slightly, and then nodded lightly, and said, "I am your Aunt Luo, but I am not your Aunt Luo." ”

"Forehead ......"

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned, scratching his head, looking puzzled.

However, if you look closely.

The contours of this woman's face are indeed more delicate than Luo Xuanji's.

When she laughs, there will be a shallow dimple on her right cheek.

Neither like Aunt Luo outside the 'Ice Hell', nor like Aunt Luo in the world of the well.

But the three people, apart from these subtle differences, seem to be carved out of a mold.

He looked at the dimple on the woman's right cheek, and suddenly remembered when he was swallowed by the 'golden fox' and fell unconscious.

There was a trance, it seemed, there was indeed a peerless woman in white who gave birth to a lotus step by step, raising her hand from the darkness to herself.

When he woke up from the world in the well, he had forgotten what the woman looked like.

But now, when he saw the purple-haired and white-clothed 'Aunt Luo' in front of him.

Isn't that woman Luo Xuanji!

Jiang Xiaoman also remembered that when he was a child, he had turned out a scroll of ancient paintings at home.

It was left by the previous owner of Vermilion Bird City, and it belonged to the five generations of town border soldiers.

He heard his father say that when Jiang Ponu was a soldier in the border of the town for five generations, he was unparalleled in poetry and painting when he was not on the battlefield in his early years.

Even, can be compared to the Great Zhou Dynasty of the Western Regions, and now the contemporary Holy Emperor Li Taibai, who is known as the three best in the world.

According to legend, the five generations of military candidates in Daxia were the best at painting beauties, and they painted thousands of beauties in their lives.

But each one is the same person.

But now there is only one pair left in the world.

It's the one Jiang Xiaoman saw when he was a child.

A long time ago, Vermilion Bird City's current Flame Overseer's Mansion was once the Fifth Dynasty Town's Border Military Mansion.

Since Jiang Ponu, the majestic courtyard, although the Great Xia court has always sent people to guard and clean it.

But it wasn't until the current Nine Emperors of Great Xia commanded the Flame Iron Cavalry that he really had a second master.

Jiang Yao, out of respect for his ancestors, changed the Five Generations Military Waiting Mansion to the Flame Overseer Mansion.

Except for a few additional bedrooms built in the backyard of the house.

For the rest, not a single thing has changed.

And that painting was also preserved.

Hung in the former bedroom of the five generations of town border soldiers.

The beautiful woman in the painting, dressed in white, is left behind and independent.

Under a peach tree, hold a pot of wine and drink it alone.

The memories of childhood have long been blurred and have no impressions.

But now that I think about it, it becomes clear again.

Jiang Xiaoman finally understood why he didn't like calligraphy and painting very much.

Later, every time I cleaned the mansion, I would always stare at the woman on the picture scroll.

If the woman in the painting is someone her mother already knows and is close to, then everything makes sense.

The woman couldn't help but feel funny when she saw Jiang Xiaoman lowering her head and frowning and not speaking.

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she waved her hand lightly at the young man, asking, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about what you just said, Aunt Luo. Jiang Xiaoman came back to his senses, looked at the 'Luo Xuanji' in front of him with a tangled expression, and said with a bitter face: "Count you, I have already seen three Aunt Luo......"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then giggled, covered her mouth and said, "Then which of us do you think is true and who is false?"

Jiang Xiaoman was even more entangled, holding his chin in one hand and thinking seriously for a long time, he looked up at this purple-haired 'Aunt Luo', and said seriously: "I think the three of you are really Aunt Luo, but I think it's ridiculous, so I really don't know." ”

The boy was telling the truth, and he didn't feel a trace of malice in any of the three of them.

On the contrary, whether it was Luo Xuanji outside the 'Ice Hell', or Luo Xuanji in the world of the well, or the purple-haired and white-clothed Luo Xuanji who was standing in front of him now, they all made him feel extremely close.

It's like a relative who has never met, but is still connected by blood and will be sensitive.

couldn't help but let Jiang Xiaoman take off all his guards in front of the three people, and there would be no concealment and deception at all.

The woman's smile became even brighter, she looked at the blood-colored long sword out of the sheath in the young man's hand, and said softly: "You are sincere, and you have a pure heart, which is commendable." It is worthy of being the new sword master who can be selected by this Zhuxian Sword. ”

Zhuxian Sword?

A new sword master?

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned, looked up at the long sword in his hand, and felt a feeling of blood fusion from the sword body to the hilt, and then from the hilt to his body.

The sword body trembled slightly, and then, as if alive, flew out of Jiang Xiaoman's hand and flew around his side.

Although he had left his hand, Jiang Xiaoman found that as long as his mind moved.

This ancient sword will immediately turn into the sharpest killing weapon in the world, and follow him to kill all enemies in the world.

He could even faintly feel that the Zhuxian Sword had a joy that only human beings would have at this time, just like the mood of a child who was ignorant of the world when he got candy.

With the woman's chuckle, the ancient sword flew in front of the young man like a naughty child.

The blade of the sword was attached to the woman's cheek, rubbing it gently, as if it was coquettish.

The woman flicked the tip of the sword with her fingers, only to hear a soft sound of "ding".

The three-foot Immortal Ancient Sword actually paused slightly in the air, and instantly turned into a golden sword covered in blood-colored bone armor.

The fierce man fell to the ground and crawled beside the purple-haired 'Luo Xuanji'.

kept rubbing her head against her calves, and let out a flattering whine from her mouth.

Luo Xuanji leaned over and patted the sinister head gently, smiled softly, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I know that you can't bear me." However, now that you have a new master, you should be happy to be able to return to the land of Kyushu. ”

The golden fox whimpered twice in his mouth, and he was reluctant, but in the end, he nodded his huge head obediently, turned around and walked in front of Jiang Xiaoman, and rolled on the spot and turned into a red long sword and fell back into the young man's hand.

"Aunt Luo, this ......"

Jiang Xiaoman was dumbfounded, speechless looking at all this.

Luo Xuanji smiled with her hands behind her back, and her soft purple hair danced lightly in the wind.

She turned around and looked at the sea of clouds churning in front of her, and smiled at the young man behind her: "There's nothing strange about it, because I am the previous generation sword master of the Zhuxian Sword!"

After thinking about it, she added: "To be precise, it should be Luo Xuanji who is the previous generation of Zhuxian Sword Master." ”

The young man was slightly stunned, and just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by her smile.

Luo Xuanji turned around, revealing the shallow dimple on her right cheek, looked at Jiang Xiaoman and said softly: "Xiaoman'er, I know what you want to ask, but I don't know how to explain it to you." But come to think of it, one day when you have cultivated enough, you will understand. ”

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, he was not a tangled character.

Since 'Aunt Luo' said so, he simply stopped asking.

Luo Xuanji smiled, stretched out her hand at the young man, and said, "Bring it." ”

Without any hesitation this time, Jiang Xiaoman obediently handed the ancient sword in his hand to the woman in front of him.

Holding the blood-colored long sword in her hand, Luo Xuanji waved it lightly.

Suddenly, a wisp of sword light swept out from the edge of the sword, cutting through the sea of clouds in front of the cliff.

After a sword, she casually threw the sword back to the young man, and said softly: "This sword, as I said before, the name of the sword is to punish immortals, and it can also punish immortals." ”

"The name of the sword is to punish immortals, and it can also punish immortals. ”

Jiang Xiaoman chewed and repeated, only to feel a pang in his heart.

Zhu Xian, Zhu Xian......

Doesn't it mean that this ancient sword can really punish immortals?

Above the remnant peak, the clouds and mist are thick.

Luo Xuanji reached forward, as if trying to grab a handful of clouds.

But when I opened my hand, my palm was empty, and I couldn't catch anything.

Withdrawing her hand, she looked at Jiang Xiaoman and said in a low voice, "Xiaoman'er, my time is up." I'm going to send you back now, and ask the two of them for the rest of the things you want to know. ”

After saying that, she smiled self-deprecatingly.

Before the boy could react, the sleeve robe was waved slightly.

Jiang Xiaoman only felt that the mountain peaks and the clouds and mist, as well as the Lancang River not far in front of him, were constantly retreating.

The peerless white robe faded away until it disappeared in a blur.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality, in the world of the well.

"Coming back?"

Half pink and half purple under an old peach tree.

Aunt Luo, who had black hair and no dimples, looked at him with a smile and asked softly.