On that bloody evening, many people in Luoyan City saw Wu Shuang, the new owner of Songshan Manor, wearing a white robe, with a long sword on his back, riding a tall black horse, galloping out of the city gate, and galloping towards the sparsely populated road leading to Mobei on the right.

People heard that he was going to the top of the Divine Sword on the Lion Camel Ridge in Mobei, so the news caused a sensation in the whole city.

Early the next morning, the apprentices in the Sun family's compound were practicing boxing and sword walking, and suddenly, their senior brother Long Gui ran back from outside in ecstasy, and he shouted and muttered, "Good news...... Good news...... Good news!"

After two days of pranayama, Sun Dalei's injury was no longer serious, and he could barely help him go out this morning. He was watching the apprentices practice boxing with Wang Biao in the teaching field, and saw the eldest apprentice Long Gui running in in a hurry to gasp and say good news, so he asked: "You ran to the street early in the morning, and what good news did you hear?"

"Very good news, Master!" Long Gui said with his hands on his chest, gasping breathlessly, "Wu Shuang, the new owner of Songshan Manor, who came the day before yesterday, went to Mobei to die. ”

Because he spoke intermittently, Sun Dalei didn't hear clearly at first.

He said: "He can't say a word, what manor, what five pairs, what death." When his subconscious connected the three intermittent words, he suddenly realized that this was indeed a big deal, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand in surprise and say, "You say, Wu Shuang is dead, Wu Shuang is dead...... Is he dead?" At this moment, his eyes of amazement seemed to open wider than his big dark head.

"It's not. Master!" Long Gui finally relieved himself, and he said clearly, "I mean, yesterday afternoon, the new owner of Songshan Manor, named Wu Shuang, went to Mobei, and I heard that he was going to the top of the Divine Sword on the Lion Camel Ridge in Mobei. ”

"Ah, he's going to the top of the Excalibur," Sun Dalei was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, and he said, "Is he tired of being alive?" ”

"What a madman. At this time, Wang Biao on the side scolded angrily when he heard it.

So, Sun Dalei saw that there was an extremely anxious look on his face, which made him feel unbelievable, so he asked puzzledly: "He is going to find death, you seem to be anxious for him, what is the matter with you, Brother Wang?"

"There are still four days before we have a martial arts competition," Wang Biao said solemnly, "in case he dies in Mobei, I can't duel with his ghost, he really despises my existence too much." ”

Only then did Sun Dalei understand that Wang Biao was angry because he didn't pay attention to the duel between them, and he said: "But perhaps, what is the important thing for him to go to the top of the divine sword!"

"The top of the divine sword, regardless of whether he has something important or unimportant, you can spare him," Wang Biao said in a stern tone, "For many years in that place, how many martial arts heroes have had a way out and no return." ”

"There's something up there that scares people so much. Sun Dalei asked.

"What's there!" Wang Biao said with a sneer, "there are seven people who are as terrible as ghosts." ”

Wang Biao continued: "Kunlun Sword Saint Budan, he began to practice swords at the age of eight, and at the age of thirteen he could pick the nuts in the walnut with the blade of the sword and eat them; at the age of twenty, he could engrave the word 'die' with his sword on both sides of the walnut center line before it fell into the walnut tree. Over the years, there have been countless conceited swordsmen, and their two eyeballs have been carved with these two terrible words as walnuts by his blade. ”

"So will they still be alive?"

"What do you say?"

Sun Dalei was already stunned when he heard this, and his face turned pale, and his apprentices, who were still alive just a moment ago, were now like frosted eggplants.

"It turns out that there is such a terrible swordsmanship in the world. Sun Da Lei said nemesly.

"This is just one of the seven people who is slightly inferior in swordsmanship. Wang Biao said again, "Wudang Sword Saint Qiao Huyue, he began to hide in a black hole without a trace of light ten years ago. However, when he entered this black hole, there were tens of thousands of vampire bats inside. ”

"What now?" Sun Dalei's eldest disciple, Long Gui, asked in horror, "What happened to those vampire bats now?"

"Of course the vampire bats are safe and sound," Wang Biao said solemnly, "but these bats have become very obedient now, as long as Qiao Huyue's sword is pointed, even if he is referring to a huge elephant, in an instant, tens of thousands of vampire bats can turn it into a pile of white bones." ”

Hearing this, everyone's faces have begun to turn pale.

"These two people you are talking about are two of the three sword saints," Sun Dalei asked again, "I heard that there is another one, he is the Dali sword saint Huo Daoyang." ”

"Yes. Wang Biao said, "He is also the most terrifying of the three sword masters. ”

"The terrible thing about it is said to be the 'dividing muscles and bones' method. Sun Dalei said.

"That's true. Wang Biao said, "He is an elegant swordsman, a writer in Dali, he has a habit of writing with a sword on human bones; ”

In this way, Wu Shuangdang really has no return. Sun Dalei said regretfully, "I also heard that the swordsmanship of the four heroes is also unstoppable." ”

"Of course. Wang Biao said with a solemn expression, "Dongyue Swordsman Yang Lin He is now imitating the Kunlun Sword Saint Budan's ability to engrave words on walnuts with the sword peak, I have also heard that although the words he engraves now are not as neat as the words of Kunlun Sword Saint Budan, he can carve them faster than him, and he can carve four words on two walnuts that fall from the walnut tree at the same time." ”

"Those four words?"

"Hurry up and die. ”

"Then his swordsmanship has surpassed his!"

"It should be understandable. Wang Biao said.

"I also heard that the sword has no return to Fu Liqun," Sun Dalei said, "as long as his sword is unsheathed, none of his opponents will ever go back alive!"

"That's what I've heard. Wang Biao said with a worried look.

"Not only that, but I also heard that the sword killed Feng Xueshan, and the people who died under his sword only had a little sword wound in the center of the eyebrows!

"Yes. Wang Biao said, "The sword heart of the Red Mei Daoist has always been a sword to the heart. ”

"It's terrible!" Sun Dalei gasped and said, "Now, I really feel sorry for Wu Shuang's death. ”

"Oh!" Wang Biao looked at him in surprise and asked, "How can you feel sorry for him?"

"Although, I have fought with him," said Sun Dalei, "but they are not acquaintances, and I also feel that he is indeed a majestic man; ”

He sighed again and continued, "Isn't it a pity, you say?"

"It's really a pity!" Wang Biao said, and he suddenly asked, "Brother Sun, do you have a good horse at home?"

"There are a few horses, but they are not very good horses, and they can't run many miles. Sun Dalei said. He suddenly realized that Wang Biao's question was a bit extraordinary, so he hurriedly asked with concern, "What do you want a good horse for?"

"Go to Lion Camel Ridge. ”

"No, I can't. You can't go!" said Sun Dalei, "what does this matter to you, where are you going to do something?"

"I'm going to stop that madman. ”

Sun Dalei hesitated for a moment, he seemed to feel that there was some truth in Wang Biao's words; not to mention, in this world, it seemed that the only person who could stop his adventurous action was Wang Biao!

"Where?"

"The post station in Luoyan City, where the post man has a thousand-mile horse. ”

"What's your name?"

"Qingshuang Feidian. ”