The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Before the rejection of the North Pass, a figure walked in the flying sand.

This middle-aged guest in coarse cloth and short clothes, carrying a long sword, is in the dust.

The north wind swept the ground, and the yellow sand was everywhere.

The city pass hovered far away at the end of the sky, towering majestically.

There is a unique sound of the northern barbarians, and the horn sounds, echoing in bursts, long and solemn.

In the spring and autumn period, a few people returned.

Success, or a horse leather shroud.

The thousands of graves buried under the washing of the years are integrated with this piece of heaven and earth.

The comer suddenly stopped, the wind became quieter, and pieces of crystal fell in the air.

It is rumored that there is a frost and snow in August, and the scenery outside the park is even more so.

The poor shirt is single, and the autumn wind is bleak and cold.

The man wrapped his shirt tightly and pulled a green wood gourd from his waist.

Spirits warm people's hearts, but they are unpredictable.

The snow is like catkins, and the white expanse falls from the sky.

I don't know when a figure in uniform appeared, and it seemed to be standing here.

The snow flew around the body for three and a half weeks, and the bright silver spear was five feet long.

The burly man in military uniform looked solemn, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

Although it is rare to have a good old wine, it is inevitable that the wine will run out of wine.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, the Central Plains swordsman has a slightly red face, and carefully hangs the green wood gourd on his waist, treating it as a treasure.

"You're back. ”

The wind and snow stagnated, and a majestic voice sounded between the heavens and the earth.

The swordsman removed the hat from his head, revealing an old face.

The man in military uniform looked surprised, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"How did you get to be like this?"

The swordsman smiled without saying a word, and drew a long sword from behind his back.

The moment the breath swam out of the scabbard, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

It was a wooden sword, old and old, with a small notch visible at the edge.

"The Central Plains swordsman is nameless, and he came to ask for advice. ”

The voice is neither loud nor small, and the tone is neither high nor low.

The thin little swordsman was in rags, and the wooden sword in his hand was even more sour.

The man in uniform suddenly smiled, and the silver spear did not move and rang to himself.

"In the battle of Yaoshan back then, you held the Spring and Autumn Period, and the eight swords were exhausted, but it was a draw. ”

"Now that Spring and Autumn are not here, my realm is improving again, isn't it invincible. ”

The swordsman's eyes were closed, and the sword qi around his body rose one after another, like a blooming lotus.

"Touched that barrier?!"

The man in uniform was shocked, and the spear in his hand trembled even more.

"It has only been half a month since he was born, and everyone in the rivers and lakes said that it was difficult for Beiban to press Da Zhou with a spear. ”

"Nothing from the past. ”

"Today, there is a difference between the superior and the low, and life and death. ”

The sand is all over the sky, and the wind and snow are rising again.

The man in uniform took off his robe and laughed loudly.

"I have been on the battlefield for decades since I was seven years old, and I have lost countless lives in my hands. ”

"If you are defeated by your hands today, you will not be wronged. ”

"It's better to take your life. ”

The bright silver spear is horizontal in front of it, and there is a hidden muffled thunder, and the dragon and tiger roar. The body of the gun carves rivers, lakes and seas, the sun, moon and stars, the momentum is monstrous, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

The swordsman took it back with one hand, and a wooden sword was raised slightly.

The chill between heaven and earth is steeply dispersed, and where the sword qi passes, the spring flowers bloom and are full of vitality.

"My first sword is called Chunshui. ”

"When spring comes, people are not there, and the flowers and willows are lost. ”

When the words fell, the sword qi that was like spring water was instantly fierce, revealing a sense of sadness and determination.

The man in uniform pointed his spear to the ground, and a dragon roar rose up.

"Guns are like dragons!"

Spring water meets swimming dragon, a sword and a gun, and the battle is drawn.

"My second sword is called Xia Yan. ”

"It's hard to get together in the scorching summer, and people are emaciated in the scorching summer. ”

A wave of heat hit the sky, the flames jumped, and the air roared. Wherever the sword qi passed, it was all scorched earth.

The man in uniform speared in the air, and a tiger roared on the ground.

"The Tiger is coming down!"

The tiger pounced on Xia Yan, two guns and two swords, and the battle was drawn.

"My third sword is called Sadness. ”

"He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. ”

The grass and trees withered, and everything was depressed.

The sword qi of the slaughter sealed off this space, and the wind was like a ghost crying.

"Big River!"

The spear swept away, like a rushing river, and shot out.

The sad autumn entered the long river, three swords and three guns, and the battle was drawn.

"My fourth sword is called Winter. ”

"In the cold winter, there is still a warm hearth, but the hearts of the people are colder than the moon. ”

The sky is full of snow, and the sword qi is frosty.

The ice picks are impermeable to the wind, and they are sharp and piercing.

The man in uniform stepped on the void, and a long spear trembled in all directions.

"Crack the ground and open the mountain!"

The mountains are flat and winter, four guns and four swords, and the battle is drawn.

The swordsman smiled, and slowly spat out a voice from his mouth.

"These four swords are called the Spring and Autumn Four Swords. ”

The man in uniform snorted coldly: "But that's it." ”

The wooden sword flipped over, and another sword intent rose into the air.

"What do you think of these four swords?"

"The fifth sword, called Wild Sand. ”

"The sand and rocks cover the sun, and the dust covers the sky. ”

"The sixth sword, called Thunder. ”

"Lightning and thunder, heaven and man kill. ”

"The seventh sword, the name is Shadowless. ”

"The sword moves with the shadow, and the killing is invisible. ”

"The eighth sword, named Lingyun. ”

"Honghu is ambitious, and his intention is to Lingyun. ”

"These four swords are what I have learned by cultivating in the Western Regions. ”

"Called, Four Swords of the Western Regions!"

Four sword intents with the same root and origin, but very different, staggered and churned, rushing towards the figure of Na Rong.

"Broken rivers and seas!"

"Mt. Hirayama!"

"Destroy the stars!"

"Shatter the world!"

The runes on the spear pulsed, and the same four mighty breaths came out.

The space oscillated, and the sound roared.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the two figures were still standing on both sides, their expressions were light and breezy.

Eight swords and eight guns, all drawn.

"The eight swords of the Spring and Autumn Period are worthy of being a unique in the world. ”

The man in uniform held a spear in his hand, and he was sincerely amazed.

"It's a pity that you are not the same person you used to be, and I am not the person I used to be. ”

"This shot, I'm going to - reverse this spring and autumn!"

There are 100 ways to use guns, and everything is inseparable.

But at this moment, the breath coming from the silver spear was clearly mixed with countless indescribable charms.

"My shot is taken from the Qingyun Ring, and the name is called - a hundred schools of thought contend!"

The words fell, and all the runes on the spear appeared.

Rivers, lakes and seas, sun, moon and stars, three mountains and five mountains, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

The silver light sprinkled in the sky, turning into swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks countless afterimages, all exuding monstrous momentum.

The afterimages are staggered, learning from each other's strengths, echoing each other from afar, and slowly merging into one.

Until the phantom of the golden spear stretched across the heavens and the earth, the man in military uniform exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his expression was slightly tired.

"A hundred schools of thought contend. ”

The Central Plains swordsman whispered, but there was no panic in his eyes.

The shadow of the gun attacked, and there was a sense of induction within a radius of 100 miles.

The swordsman's eyes were slightly closed, and his thin figure stood erect between heaven and earth.

"These four swords were realized by me between life and death that day. ”

Memories are like a tide, and two lines of turbid tears are pouring down.

"The ninth sword, the name is ruthless. ”

"It's a pity that I was born in an emperor's family, even if I am affectionate, I am ruthless. ”

The scenes are broken by inches, and the desperation is only within reach.

"The tenth sword, called the sea of dust. ”

"There are three thousand floating worlds, and people return to the sea of dust. ”

Great ups and downs, great joys and sorrows.

In the sea of dust, you and I are all passers-by, and we will not meet in the next life.

"The eleventh sword, the name is called the way home. ”

Smile and ask where the road is ahead, and see the way home when you wake up. ”

Midnight dreams tossing and turning,

There is a way to go, and there is no way back.

The swordsman slowly opened his eyes, and there was no breath around him.

"The twelfth sword, called reincarnation. ”

"Reincarnation ferries me, I enter reincarnation. ”

This sound came out, and a vision arose between heaven and earth.

The clouds and mist dissipated, and purple air came from the east.

Countless spiritual qi poured into the wooden sword from all directions.

At this time, the swordsman had no breath, but he seemed to hold the heaven and the earth in his hands.

"These four swords are called the four swords of life and death. ”

The wooden sword came out, and the spear fell.

From the moment the swordsman had the sword intent of reincarnation, the man in uniform had already expected the ending.

A pit within a radius of several miles appeared at the swordsman's feet, and in the middle of the pit a blood-red figure was half-kneeling on the ground.

"I lost. ”

The man in uniform struggled to get up, looking lonely.

The four swords were enough to kill him, but he stood alive in the pit.

Though the spear is broken, though the flesh is destroyed.

In the end, it was a life that was picked up.

"Why don't you kill me?"

The swordsman smiled, his shabby clothes fluttering in the wind.

"The high and the low have been divided, why do you need to live and die. ”

The sound of killing in the distance shook the sky, and it was as black as a human figure.

Several barbarian banners were held high, and the iron hooves were hideous.

"The Northern Barbarian Iron Rider lives up to its reputation. ”

The man in uniform glanced at the swordsman: "They won't stop you, today, count me as owing you a life." ”

The swordsman smiled and shook his head, and the wooden sword in his hand was raised again.

"There are times in life that must be there;"

"There is no time in life to force it. ”

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you another sword. ”

The body of the man in uniform trembled slightly, and his expression was complicated.

"There are swords in the Spring and Autumn Period, and there are thirteen arts. ”

"Jianghu wine, Jianghu guests, children of the rivers and lakes have many grievances. ”

"All kinds of turmoil are disturbed, who to talk to with a sword. ”

"Sword Thirteen, the name is Jianghu. ”

A dust-bounding sword intent lifted off from outside the North Pass.

On that day, the Central Plains martial arts were no longer silent.

On that day, the swords of the northern states resonated.

On that day, the wooden sword fell, and the wind and clouds rose.

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PS：

After this chapter, Xiao Liu'er sighed a lot.

The thirteen swords of the Spring and Autumn Period are just like the immortal sword rivers and lakes in Xiao Liu'er's heart.

Thank you for your company and support!

The rivers and lakes are far away, you and I go together.