Urban, wilderness.

The rain was pouring down, the wind was howling, and although it was just past noon, the sky was already as dark as evening.

"Boom" A purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, landed on the hillside not far away, and disappeared without a trace after a moment.

The dull thunder was particularly clear in the flat mountains, startling flocks of perched birds, and some timid little animals trembled with fright, lying on the ground motionless, and only dared to flee back to the cave for a long time, poking out their little heads and looking carefully.

On the hillside, a huge deep pit was shocking, and the dust had long been blown away by the wind, revealing a messy green grassland, which was still as beautiful as it used to be.

In the deep pit, an unsheathed wooden sword stood in the air, and the hilt of the sword was rotten.

Vaguely, there was a line of words engraved on the sword.

"After the age of forty, it is not stagnant in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. ”

At this time, the decaying wooden sword "boom" exuded a gray sword aura, flying in all directions, fierce and fierce, and indestructible.

"Ah, why did you abandon me? Murong !!"

A roar of rage came from the sword, and the wilderness shook in all directions.

The rain is falling more urgently

In the cold air, the dust of the day filled the city.

Night is over, and the whole city announces that the dawn of nightlife has fallen.

Yiyun tightened the windbreaker on his body, and walked aimlessly on the busy streets, the colorful lights reflected on him, outlining an inexplicable mottled halo.

The first rain of winter has long passed, and the cold in the air looks so insignificant in the short skirts and insulated stockings that fill the streets.

"Wow, the love of beauty is really a woman's innate instinct, look at this turbulent deep groove, look at the twisting little ass is really a bad omen. Damn, don't be in the way of the uncle's view."

Yiyun lazily leaned against the lamp pole on the side of the street, his eyes narrowed slightly. While constantly looking at the pedestrians passing by, he muttered to himself, this cowardice, a combination of dick silk and hooligans.

Just as Yiyun was leisurely admiring the beauty of this rare combination of short skirts and stockings, a white object slowly fell from the top of his head and covered his face silently.

"Damn, what kind of thing? throwing objects in the air, littering, do you still have a sense of public morality?" Yiyun thug pulled and fixed his eyes. Suddenly, his whole body stiffened, and his face turned white to red, from red to green, and finally to iron blue.

I saw Yiyun holding a palm-sized Dongdong in his hand, soft and pure white, pure white mixed with a scarlet color, and two small wings on both sides, like an extra-large band-aid.

"Fuck your eighteenth generation ancestor, which family has a son without an asshole"

Yiyun scolded with a dry mouth before closing his mouth angrily.

He found that he still had the hoodoo in his hand. Suddenly, I was excited, and just wanted to throw it away, but the hoodoo "bang" turned into a small black bag.

Nima, information bag.

Urban antique market. Unknown demon

Yiyun swayed and came to a street entrance, the street was brightly lit, and the bustling crowd staggered by, this is the antique street. It is also called the urban antique market.

The urban antique market is regarded as a witness to human civilization and history, integrating history, chronicles, gold and stone, naturalism, identification and other disciplines.

After the ups and downs of countless dynasties, the wind of Tibetan play is still undiminished. The antique trade is still thriving, and the antique market is witnessing this qiē.

The night was getting darker, and the dreary sky hung low, tumbling as if something was about to break through the ground.

After a while, the rain fell from the sky.

"It's raining so weirdly"

Yiyun scolded secretly, and hurriedly took a few steps to run into the antique market.

As soon as he stepped into the antique market, Yiyun felt an inexplicable aura surrounding the entire antique street, sharp and fierce.

In a trance, he seemed to see a sword.

A sword that glittered blue.

Fierce and indestructible.

Just with the momentum emanating from this sword, he felt a sense of weakness.

"What a sharp weapon" Yiyun wiped the sweat on his forehead in fear, and hurriedly rushed towards the location he sensed.

At this time, with a "boom", a cyan sword light flew from a distance, and Yiyun was hit by the sword light before he could react, and disappeared with him

The wind blew gently like the sea of forests, and the leaves were trembling slightly, as if a girl was muttering to herself.

The dense foliage obscured the moonlight like water, and occasionally a few flickers of light fell through the gaps in the foliage and landed on the face of the man in the pit under the tree.

It was quiet, so quiet that only the rustle of leaves in the wind blew.

"Ouch!"

A slight moan broke the silence in the air.

A pair of mud-stained palms rested on the edge of the pit, and a delicate face appeared between the two hands.

Yoshiun's face was covered in dust, and he still had a few broken weeds on his head, and the windbreaker on his body was long gone.

The fitted white thermal suit was tattered, fist-sized holes covered the body, and a pair of light-colored jeans was still fashionable, but unfortunately the part below the knee was long gone.

The bare calves and feet are densely hairy, and a pair of copycat Adi four-leaf clovers have two mouths open, and the rough holes reveal the big toes surging inside.

After checking himself and not finding anything serious, Yiyun stretched his face = and looked up to the sky and was furious: "Damn, a sword light smashed Lao Tzu to pieces, you girl, I have a grudge against you"

After scolding for a while, Yiyun's mouth was dry, he fell on the grass behind him, rubbed his chest that was slightly painful, and thought of the terrifying sword light, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths: "Lao Tzu endured, the uncle doesn't care about the villain, the prime minister of Lao Tzu supports the aircraft carrier in his belly, and the uncle is kind-hearted, I won't care about you this time, next time don't let Lao Tzu find a chance to kill you."

Under the moon, Lin Hai flickered with cold silver frost, and the mottled shadows of the trees clearly fell on Yiyun's slightly tired face, and he scolded him, so he wanted to get up and look around.

"Where is this? I don't know how far away it is from the city, uncle's, the monster didn't find it, just a special sword light to split Lao Tzu so far, it's really unlucky. However, the scenery here is good, if it is listed as a scenic spot, it can definitely be rated AAAA. Yiyun stood up, with a weed in the corner of his mouth, and his tattered clothes fluttered in the wind under the moonlight, looking like a mighty and domineering image of a sharp brother.

At this moment, an incomparable aura suddenly flooded out of Yiyun's chest, turning into an incomparably terrifying storm and sweeping out.

This breath is as if it comes from an ancient wilderness, majestic and deep.

"For more than 30 years, I have killed all the enemies and defeated the heroes, and there is no resistance in the world, and there is nothing to do, but to live in seclusion in the deep valley and take the eagle as a friend. (To be continued......)