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Although there is more drought and less rain in Yu'an City, but this year's Qingming Festival is approaching, and the weather is not as sunny as before, more drowsy.

To the north of Yu'an City, there are few pedestrians on a spacious official road.

Perhaps the Qingming Festival is approaching, and many people are busy taking care of their work, so as to take advantage of the Qingming rain to go to the grave to sweep the grave. After all, although Yu'an is the capital of the Ming Dynasty, it is only a mortal land, and it is not as good as the immortal mountains and fairy gates that are free from secular trivialities, so it is inevitable to pay tribute to the ancestors and burn paper on the grave in these days.

"I haven't been to Yu'an City for decades, but I didn't expect the old guy on the dragon chair to give way, but it's really a matter of people. ”

On the official road, Chen Danping, an old man in a sixtieth armor, held a thin black donkey in one hand, and sighed while looking at the majestic ancient city at the end of the official road.

Beside him, there was a child who seemed to be seven or eight years old, dressed as a scholar, looking at the old man with a strange look, his expression was also a little complicated, "Does the master really plan to stir up this troubled water?"

Chen Danping smiled but didn't say a word, just nodded, and continued to walk towards the ancient city.

The little scholar's delicate brows furrowed, and then he said worriedly: "The Kyushu Immortal League has set a law that pure Yuan monks are not involved in mortal dust, master, as a monk of the Ruins, this kind of practice is a blatant violation of the law!"

Chen Danping smiled: "Those old monsters in the Kyushu Immortal League, even if they can control the Tiandan monks, they can't control my Chen Danping, in the sky and on the ground, what can restrain me Chen Danping?"

The little scholar couldn't help but pout, and said, "The master was indeed a romantic figure thirty years ago, but now few people will remember it." ”

Chen Danping was stunned, he wanted to speak and stopped, hearing the words of the little scholar, but the look in his eyes couldn't help but be a little more lonely, the first person who fought against the Heavenly Dao Dandao thirty years ago may no longer be remembered by anyone.

Chen Danping shook his head helplessly, and then stopped talking.

The little scholar saw the end of Chen Danping's face, and couldn't help frowning, Chen Danping took a deep breath and smiled with relief, "Since Chen Danping, the first person in the Heavenly Dao, has faded away from his reputation thirty years later, then thirty years later, let the world of Kyushu take a look, my Chen Danping is still in the world, who is competing with the two Dao!"

He raised his eyes and narrowed them.

"Then this departure from Shu starts with this sword saint who crisscrosses the rivers and lakes of martial arts!"

Chen Danping's face showed a touch of determination, and he led the black thin donkey, and walked slowly with the little scholar Yu into Yu'an City.

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Yu'an City, Wuhou Mansion.

At this moment, in this deep courtyard, the wind and clouds surged, the sword qi was intertwined, and a red sword flashed by, and in a trance, there seemed to be a dragon's groan, which made Zhao Xuansheng, who had the sole possession of the sword path in the martial arts, also frowned.

Obviously, the knife that Wei Ling swung out was powerful and powerful, just like the name of this knife technique, the knife shot out, like a dragon, bringing a strong wind, which was towards Zhao Xuansheng.

Feeling the majestic aura in the sword, Zhao Xuansheng's body did not move an inch, his breathing was gentle, and then he held the long knife in his hand sharply, his body sank, and a majestic qi machine rose up, and a ray of light also appeared on the knife, which was very eye-catching.

The glow on the knife was revealed, and Zhao Xuansheng walked out, his body moved quietly, and he burst violently, turning into a flowing shadow, and in an instant, he drew his knife and cut off the knife handed out by Wei Ling.

"This knife is really good, but it's a pity that it's useless to me!"

After a heavy shout, immediately after, Zhao Xuansheng's feet kicked the ground violently, and a knife swept out, wanting to take Wei Ling's head directly, but Wei Ling did not dodge at all, waved his hand and raised the knife, his body sank, and he swung another knife violently, and the thunder on the knife jumped, and then suddenly burst out with a burst of powerful thunder.

"What an inch of thunder!"

Zhao Xuansheng was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect this son to hide so deeply, the knife just now was clearly just a scaffold with a lot of thunder and rain, but this time the knife handed out was very different from the previous one, the difference between the clouds and the soil!

However, Zhao Xuansheng's sharpening of the knife is far better than Wei Ling, although this knife is not small, and the angle of the chopping is extremely tricky, but if you want to use this knife to hit Zhao Xuansheng hard, it is not so simple!

Zhao Xuansheng's figure stopped suddenly, and then he hurriedly retreated, drew his knife and returned, in order to cover his ears and not rush to thunder, he blocked the knife handed out by Wei Ling, but the knife was extremely powerful, bringing a gust of wind, even if Zhao Xuansheng could avoid Wei Ling's move, his arms and sleeves were still broken, and there were several scars on his body, which was quite embarrassing.

Wei Ling retracted the knife momentum and said with a light smile: "My 'thunder is loud, rain is small' knife technique, can it suit the taste of the old-timers?"

Zhao Xuansheng snorted coldly, obviously this martial artist who was half a Jiazi of the Sword Dao, he didn't expect Wei Ling to have such a backhand, he could force him back, and almost seriously injured him with a knife that had been hidden for a long time.

Wei Ling smiled and took a few steps forward, showing Tang Moxue a look, Tang Moxue understood, her body moved quietly, bypassing the two of them, and a sword on her waist "clanged", and it was already out of the sheath.

Tang Moxue's eyes were cold, and it was projected on Lu Li behind Zhao Xuansheng, which made Lu Li grit his teeth, but there was no fear on his face, even if Zhao Xuansheng, who had the peak of martial arts training and could kill Xuanyang, to protect him, he was not sure that he could save his life under the cooperation of these two people.

But how can he Lu Li be the person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, when he betrayed the palace, he secretly killed Chu Tianqing, his life has long been between the swords, let others slaughter, even if he does not die today, the palace will naturally make some moves, and when the next wave of killing rain hits, even this sword saint who carries the martial arts will be difficult to stop him.

It's just that as the saying goes, it's better to die than to live, even if Lu Li has put life and death aside, but if he can not die, it is even better, plus the situation in southern Xinjiang has not yet stabilized, and the matter promised before betraying the palace has not yet been done, so such an unexplained death, no one will feel a little pity.

Lu Li glanced at Zhao Xuansheng with a complicated expression, and the latter gave a look back and smiled noncommittally: "You junior who uses a knife, don't you think that the old man only has the strength of Fang Cai, and it is not a wise move to plan to fight the old man with the strength of one person." ”

Wei Ling smiled: "Even if the senior can kill Xuanyang with a sword, if I can hold off the senior for a moment, that powerless Confucian can really escape the sword of the innate cultivator?"

Zhao Xuansheng snorted coldly, and then his eyes closed suddenly, and a majestic qi rose from his body, even if it was compared to the aura in the Xuanyang monk's body, it was not much better!

And in his hand, the priceless long knife was even more attached to a layer of dim light, like a spiritual treasure. Seeing this, Wei Ling couldn't help frowning solemnly, if this long knife was in someone else's hand, it might not let Wei Ling show such a look, even if it was Cao Wufu, who stopped him in the Western Chu Imperial City back then, he would not let him be so jealous.

But now this famous knife has fallen into the hands of Zhao Xuansheng, and he can really take the knife handed over by this martial artist who carries half of the sword?

Just when Wei Ling's thoughts were flying, Zhao Xuansheng held the knife in his hand, and suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, the knife momentum soared, the qi leaked, and an invisible pressure swept in, making Wei Ling take a deep breath.

"The old man's knife is called a river crosser!"