The sixth and seventh heavenly thunders swooped towards the middle-aged man with the sound of a dragon's groan, and the two heavenly thunders merged into one and became one thicker, the size of an adult's thigh. Vaguely unaware, I thought it was a thunder dragon from the primeval that broke through the primeval and came to the six realms.

"Roar!" the dragon roared amid the thunder.

The middle-aged man appeared in the air with a short sword in his hand, and the Heaven and Earth Thunder Wei had already made his eyes bloody and full of embarrassment, and the appearance on his face slowly withered at the moment of swinging the sword, and the whole thing was like the bark of an old tree.

The slash fell.

The short sword with the smell of blood also slowly fell with the middle-aged man's arm, and in an instant, a huge Taiji pattern appeared in the sky, and the Taiji pattern changed into a white iron chain that wrapped around the heavenly thunder. The entangled thunder is unwilling, but there is nothing to do.

The middle-aged man's face showed a hideous face, and he said, "Haha! Do you still want to fight? Don't say that you are only thunderous, even the immortals in the Nine Heavens are useless." ”

In the end, when the short sword in the middle-aged man's hand fell, a red sword qi the size of a hundred zhang struck towards the heavenly thunder, and the infinite blood qi made the middle-aged man turn into a Shura in the sea of blood.

After the short sword fell, the middle-aged man's chest kept rising and falling, and there had never been a time in thousands of years as tiring as tonight, even the battle between heaven and immortal thousands of years ago was not as dangerous tonight.

The middle-aged man's body gradually withered and thinned down like his face, but he did not panic, on the contrary, a helpless and bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, probably because he had long known that this was the condition after the essence and blood in his body were exhausted.

"What would you do if you didn't have to? It's just that tonight is really helpless, if not, I'm afraid I'll be gone. The middle-aged man gasped.

In the woods in the distance on the other side, Lan Xue'er's closed eyes blinked at this time, and her forehead wrinkled, as if she was quite displeased. Suddenly, a little girl in a long blue dress stood up from the ground, a speed that was impossible for mortals to do. Lan Xue'er's eyes stared at Lu Qi on the side, took a few steps back, as if it would be safer to do so, and then a pair of dirty little hands touched a jade pendant on his chest, and vaguely saw that the jade pendant was engraved with a golden word "ghost".

On the side, Lu Qi, who looked even older, said: "It turns out that you are her daughter, no wonder you can evade my divine sense and take Xiao Han away from the house." ”

Lan Xue'er didn't speak immediately, but hesitated for a while, and then tried to ask, "You...... Do you know who I am?" she thought that the person in front of her was the same as Dongjun and Shuijun, but when the person in front of her beat the yin and yang crown away, and also told Lu Yihan's father, she realized that she had misunderstood others.

Lu Qi on the side said again: "Your mother's ...... It's kind of an old friend of mine. Lu Qi, who spoke this time, seemed to be a little hesitant when she said it, but she didn't know if Lan Xue'er hesitated when she heard it, she continued to ask again: "Do you know my mother?" Lan Xue'er didn't believe it when she first heard Lu Qi's words, after all, one is in the fairy road, the other is in the ghost road, and her own mother-in-law is the ghost of the ghost road, how can she know this one in front of her? But Lan Xue'er then thought about it again, when she was in the ghost path, she heard her mother say how powerful the yin and yang crown of the head of the Heavenly Dao Yin Yang Poisoner family was, and how powerful the yin and yang crown was beaten away by the person in front of her, so it may not be unbelievable for such a powerful character to say that she knows her own family.

Lu Qi nodded, his eyes seemed to see all the things in the past again, and said, "It's been a long time! We have known each other for a long time, and at that time she was not the ghost venerable of the ghost path. ”

"How long is it?" Lan Xue'er asked unbearably.

Lu Qi thought about it, but he didn't remember how long it was, a thousand years, two thousand years, or three thousand years? He didn't know, and he didn't remember. He remembered that she was just a person in the ghost path in the past, and she was now the senior sister of the ghost venerable. Back then, he took her out of the ghost path and promised not to let her be bullied for the rest of his life. But then there was a terrible war between Tiandao and Xiandao, and from the moment he stepped on the battlefield, she became pregnant......

The night was full of thunder, and the piercing thunder could be heard throughout the royal city, and he came back that night, but that night became his lifelong nightmare, which can never be erased.

That night, he knew that his son was dead, and his wife had dispersed for thousands of years to save his son, but it was not only enough to save his son, but there was also one thing missing, which was the Longquan spring water in the royal city. When his wife ran to Longquan to get water from the spring in order to save her son, the man slashed at her with the Heavenly Thunder Technique...... His wife was reduced to ashes before his eyes, and there was not even a soul left.

"She is a person in the ghost path, although she is your wife, but after all, she is a person in the ghost path, don't blame me. When these words came out of the man's mouth, he felt a chill in his whole heart. He could have deceived himself into thinking that this was a yin-yang technique, but his heart hurt and his nose was sore, and when tears flowed from his eyes, he could not deceive himself after all.

She died, her wife died, she died at the hands of that man, she died in front of herself.

When his wife died, he went to Longquan to get spring water for his son, who died at birth, and no one in the entire royal city dared to stop him at that time, because at that time he had a new name, which was called "Sword Immortal".

After obtaining the spring water, he left the royal city, and when he left, he broke away from the surname Wang, and he found his friend Yixian, who used her mastery of the "Three Needles and Seven Spirits" to lock up his son's three souls and seven spirits, and then put his son into the cold pool for thousands of years, that is, it was not until eight years ago that his son was revived, so he took his young son to live in seclusion in a small village and live a mortal life.

I originally wanted my son to live a peaceful life and ignore the fight between the six realms, but who would have thought that people are not as good as heaven...... It's just that only eight years later, his son has followed in the footsteps of thousands of years.

Why?

Why is that?

Could it be true that a swordsman could only live a lonely life, as the legend says, and that if his wife died, even his son would die? If so, what was the point of his life?

Lu Qi shook his head, his eyes did not look at Lan Xue'er, but at the little boy in the white robe in his arms, and said, "I can't remember, after all, thousands of years have passed." ”

Lan Xue'er was stunned for a moment, thousands of years? Isn't that a real person? In addition to a real person, there is someone in the world who can live for a thousand years? Even the Jindan monk is only a hundred years, and after a hundred years, it is not a piece of loess after all.

While Lan Xue'er was still in a daze, Lu Qi opened her mouth and asked her, "What's your name?"

When Lan Xue heard this, she said: "My name is Lan Xue'er, and my mother said that when I was born, it snowed heavily in the entire ghost path, and the snow was still blue, so I had the name Lan Xue'er." ”

"I've heard of a lot of blue snow falling on the ghost road ten years ago. Lu Qi said lightly,

Lan Xue'er's dirty face showed a smile, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I am just ten years old this year. ”