Coupled with Zhang Yide's long howl at the top of the cliff before, which was likely to expose the location of these people, the more Jin Yuliang thought about it, the more anxious he felt, and finally couldn't help but prepare to climb the long rope and climb up to see the situation on the top of the cliff.

But as soon as Jin Yuliang climbed up along the long rope, he felt the wind above his head, but something rolled down on the top of the cliff, Jin Yuliang only thought it was Xiao Yao or the ghost third aunt rolling down, and he didn't dare to jump off the rope carelessly, and immediately caught the falling thing.

But when the falling black shadow got closer, Jin Yuliang found that what fell was actually a spear, the tip of the spear went straight into the hard ground, and the handle of the gun couldn't help trembling, Jin Yuliang and Zhang Yide glanced at each other, and both of them clearly remembered that this spear was clearly the star iron spear that Xiao Yao never left his body......

On the cliff, although Xiao Yao's hand was without a blade at this time, his expression was much calmer than when he held the star iron spear in his hand before.

In the night, the melodious dragon chant was still wandering in this open land, which made Jiang Jingzhong's heart feel uneasy.

He hasn't had this kind of anxious feeling for a long time, the last time he could have such negative emotions, he almost couldn't remember it for a long time, he only vaguely remembered that at that time he was just a small chamberlain under the eunuch Feng Bao, but now he has even surpassed the height that Master Feng Bao could reach when he was in his heyday, and above tens of thousands of people under one person, it can be described as infinitely high-spirited.

After Feng Bao passed away, Jiang Jingzhong originally thought that the depression and uneasiness he had once felt would never appear in his life again, but that familiar and unfamiliar emotion suddenly appeared in his heart again in this deserted dense forest, resounding in his soul.

The source of all this was the vague dragon groan, and the faint dragon groan clearly came from behind the young man in front of him who was despised by him.

Xiao Yao felt that the thing behind him was vibrating more and more, and the sound of the dragon groan in his mind became clearer and clearer.

Maybe it was because the 'Flowing Years' seemed to be unwilling to be lonely and roared after a long period of sedimentation, or maybe it was angered by the killing intent of the gentian bright silver spear in Jiang Jingzhong's hand.

Speaking of which, Xiao Yao has been getting this Flowing Year Divine Sword from the Sword Sect's grandfather for quite some time, and he is naturally very clear about the weight of this Divine Sword, although he has always carried it with him, whether it is the Purple Yang Temple of Jiuyang Mountain, or helping Feng Linghua to help Huangquan Mountain, or even the hardships of the Lunan Furnace Fort to protect the Shenzhou Casting Method, or the fierce battle after the Kaiyuan Temple in Fuzhou in Jiangnan Province rescued Zhongliang, he did not take out this Flowing Year Divine Sword.

He knew the power of this divine sword, and naturally he only said that the world's martial artists were eager for this sword, this was one of his hole cards, a hole card that he originally thought would only be shown in Xuanshan Peak.

This hole card is buried so deeply, even he carries it on his body all the time but deliberately chooses to forget, and now after half a year, after leaving the bone mound, he once again held the Flowing Year Sword in his hand, but half a year did not leave the slightest sense of rustiness between him and the Flowing Year, a blood-compatible touch, as if the Flowing Year Sword was already a part of his body.

With a sword in his hand, the huge world in his eyes seemed to become a lot more lonely in an instant.

The thick yellow cloth was uncovered layer by layer, and when the sword body of Liunian was freed from the heavy yellow cloth, it seemed that the stars in the sky were also much dimmer.

The Flowing Year Sword held in Xiao Yao's left hand popped out half of the sword blade and trembled, and many swords had a bracket in the scabbard that could eject a sword body.

But Jiang Jingzhong didn't think that the sword in Xiao Yao's hand was also such a mundane thing, 'the spirit weapon came out of the sheath with a light groan, and the blood-stained golden scales slashed out of the sea with anger', and 'the spiritual weapon came out of the sheath with a light groan' This is clearly a characteristic that can only be possessed by the legendary peerless divine weapon psychic weapon, and this dream-like everything really appeared in front of Jiang Jingzhong.

Jiang Jingzhong looked at the Flowing Year Sword in Xiao Yao's hand, his eyes slowly changed from uneasiness to excitement, and then from excitement to fanaticism, and when he raised his head again, it was already red.

He must get this divine sword, even if he pays a big price, with his power and martial arts, if he has the help of such a divine soldier, there is no one in the world who can stop him Jiang Jingzhong, he wants everything in the world to prostrate at his feet.

Even the ghost third aunt stopped the movements in her hand, not in vain to launch the Dinglu wooden needle, but looked at the Flowing Year Divine Sword in Xiao Yao's hand fixedly, she has indulged in medicine all her life, and has always had no interest in swords and murder weapons, but her eyes on the 'Flowing Year' body seemed to be sticky.

Xiao Yao slowly pulled out the flowing year, and the cold murderous aura of Jiang Jingzhong on the opposite side of the flowing year disappeared, as if this peerless divine weapon could not only cut off all the tangible things in time, but even the invisible murderous aura could be torn apart.

The Flowing Year Sword trembled again in Xiao Yao's hand, at first the dragon's groan seemed to be nothing, but in the blink of an eye, it became the momentum of the dragon walking in the sky and the low-diving abyssal sea, and the sword roar that was extremely ethereal was not as sharp as the murderous aura on Jiang Jingzhong's gentian bright silver spear before, but it gave people a feeling of subjugation of everything.

The sword of the flowing year slashed through the sky, as if the dragon came into the world, with the sword dancing dragon chant sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, pointing directly to the soul of the soul people can not be guarded against, within a radius of more than ten zhang, like a sea of dragon roaring, but the sound of the long sword piercing the wind is hidden in it and there is nowhere to follow.

The horror of this faint whistling sound was most profoundly experienced by Jiang Jingzhong, who was the enemy of Xiao Yao, and with Jiang Jingzhong's skills and skills, he had to divide part of his mind to deal with the sword roar of the Flowing Sword in Xiao Yao's hand.

You must know that the master against the enemy, all the senses are urged to the extreme, ear power and hearing is an extremely important part of it, peerless masters often do not need to see, only from the sound of the blade breaking the wind or the sound of the fluttering clothes, you can infer the opponent's moves, speed and even subtle changes in position.

Xiao Yao was also surprised by the Flowing Year Sword in his hand at this time, although it was not the first time he heard the sound of the Flowing Year Sword making a dragon groan, but when he was fighting with the Sword Sect, the Flowing Year had never made such a continuous dragon roar, maybe this divine sword was really not an ordinary murderous dead thing, but really had a soul, and it was precisely because of this that it was stimulated by the murderous aura of the Gentian Bright Silver Spear, and it was so angry, Xiao Yao thought in his heart.

Jiang Jingzhong, who was on the other side, couldn't stand this kind of 'torture' and shouted, and the shouts full of true power actually temporarily covered the dragon chant emitted by the Flowing Year Sword, and this time it seemed to break through the invisible fog in the air.

The gentian bright silver spear in Jiang Jingzhong's hand turned into a frenzy and swept into a storm, but when the shadow of the gun in the sky reached Xiao Yao's body, it merged into one again, as if it was illusory but illusory.

This seems to be an unremarkable and simple shot, but it is the way to return to the basics, as if at this time Jiang Jingzhong finally regarded Xiao Yao as an opponent worthy of a battle, and abandoned a lot of fancy Yang family marksmanship, which turned out to be even more magnificent.

Xiao Yao was also forced by Jiang Jingzhong's momentum of this experience, and took a step back, and the Flowing Year Divine Sword in his hand went in the direction where the Gentian Bright Silver Spear* stabbed from.

In the short moment when the spear and sword touched, the position where the body of the gentian bright silver spear and the blade of the Flowing Year Sword touched, like a planer picking out wood, was actually cut off a thin layer by the Flowing Year Sword.

Jiang Jingzhong's eyes froze, and the gentian bright silver spear in his hand did not dare to exert force, so he hurriedly put away the gun and returned.

The severed part of the gentian bright silver spear was like a bamboo leaf made of sterling silver, floating from the air to the ground.

Jiang Jingzhong looked at the Flowing Nian Sword in Xiao Yao's hand in disbelief, he was a supreme minister and powerful all over the world, and the gentian bright silver spear in his hand was made of the best steel, supervised by the world's first-class famous craftsmen, and it could already be called a rare blade in the martial arts, but under the long sword in Xiao Yao's hand on the opposite side, the sharp weapon gentian bright silver spear that he was proud of was like a papier-mâché clay sculpture, and it was vulnerable.

At first, when Jiang Jingzhong heard the sound of the dragon's groan, he expected that Xiao Yao was holding an extremely rare divine sword, but he didn't expect the power of the divine sword to be sharp, and suddenly remembered a major event that shocked the martial arts decades ago.

Excitedly: "Is it 'like water' or 'flowing years'." ”

Xiao Yao said lightly: "The name of the sword is 'Liunian'." ”

Jiang Jingzhong said in ecstasy: "Good! good! good!, it is indeed one of the two psychic swords, and it is said that the birth of these two swords more than 20 years ago caused a martial arts catastrophe, but I didn't expect this seat to be fortunate enough to see it." ”

Jiang Jingzhong took a deep breath and said categorically: "Xiao Yao, as long as you are willing to hand over this Flowing Year Divine Sword, and say that you will be moved to surrender to the imperial court and submit to me, this seat can be magnanimously released to you today, and even the disaster under the good gate can be blamed in the past." ”

Xiao Yao felt the pulse of the Flowing Sword in his hand, and there seemed to be a scene in front of him that his parents ran away with their young selves in their arms, and finally both died tragically, but his mother's 'water-like sword' fell into the hands of the culprit Emperor Wu Ming, and said categorically: "You are delusional. ”

Jiang Jingzhong's face turned cold, and he said coldly: "Xiao Yao, do you really think that with the Flowing Year Divine Sword in your hand, this seat can't help you." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Jingzhong suddenly threw his hand into the air and sent out an arrow, and the sharp whistle instantly resounded through this dense forest.

Followed by the barking of dogs and the sound of horses' hooves, those elites of Dongchang who were arranged by Jiang Jingzhong outside the forest got Jiang Jingzhong's summons and began to march into the forest.

Xiao Yao's heart was cold, only one Jiang Jingzhong in front of him was difficult to deal with, if he let Jiang Jingzhong's eagle dog arrive again, there would be no more life, although he was unwilling, he was not afraid of death, but for some reason there was still a thought at the center of this death situation, that is, he was not willing to let the three aunts of the uncle and ghost die here in vain no matter what.

Just as he was about to urge the ghost third aunt to leave again, he heard the ghost third aunt behind him exclaim: "Xiao Yao be careful!"

It turned out to be the moment when Jiang Jingzhong sent out the arrow, Xiao Yao's mind turned and he lost his mind slightly, and Jiang Jingzhong took the opportunity to attack.

It's just that the other party is obviously afraid of the sharpness of the Flowing Year Divine Sword in Xiao Yao's hand, and he doesn't dare to attack with the spear momentum that turns fiction into reality, and he has changed back to his previous agility.

The gentian bright silver spear blurred a few times and sprinkled a little starlight, just like a calligrapher who uses the gun as the pen and the sky as the paper, swaying in the dragon flying and phoenix dance.

Xiao Yao not only lost the opportunity, but also was confused by the opponent's spear momentum, and the Liunian Sword attacked several times in vain, but was almost taken advantage of by the gentian bright silver spear a few times.

After fighting for a while, although Xiao Yao had the Flowing Divine Sword in his hand, he was gradually suppressed by Jiang Jingzhong's agile and ethereal marksmanship, and Xiao Yao's heart gradually panicked.

At this time, the ghost third aunt on the side suddenly said: "Xiao Yao intends to return to the Yuan, don't be confused by external objects." Xiao Yao learned that the Dongchang army was approaching, and he was worried about the safety of the three aunts, so he was anxious and irritable and gradually lost the true meaning of the Miao Zhenyou Heart Sword, and it became more and more jerky with swordsmanship.

Hearing this, Xiao Yao suddenly woke up and hugged Yuan Shouyi, and the Flowing Year Sword in his hand was not in vain to chase the spear shadow in the sky, but cut off all the attack routes of the spear shadow.

In this way, he really blocked the opponent's sharp marksmanship, and although Jiang Jingzhong's marksmanship was strange, he couldn't break through the sword curtain between the square inches of the Liunian Sword.

Jiang Jingzhong was angry in his heart after several shots to no avail, especially the gentian bright silver spear in his hand, which could not dodge and was cut off by the Flowing Year Sword in Xiao Yao's hand.

Xiao Yao was under the pressure of a strong enemy at this time, and gradually got a glimpse of the true meaning of the Miao Zhenyou Heart Sword, his heart was calm and everything was stagnant, and the Flowing Year Sword in his hand came and went vertically and horizontally, and even had a tendency to defend to attack, and it would not be long before Xiao Yao could use the Flowing Year Sword in his hand and Jiang Jingzhong's Gentian Bright Silver Spear to equalize, even if it was defeated, it was not necessarily false.

But Jiang Jingzhong seemed to see through the bad gun momentum and changed in vain, he knew that attacking other places might not be able to disrupt Xiao Yao's artistic conception, and only the life-and-death dilemma ghost and three aunts who attacked there could break his heart in one fell swoop.

The gentian bright silver spear shot away, Xiao Yao really entered, his round aura suddenly broke, and the four chess pieces in his left hand shot at Jiang Jingzhong everywhere to force him to defend, and the Liuyun Sword in his hand cut into Jiang Jingzhong and the three aunts of the uncle and the ghost to block it.

Who would have thought that Jiang Jingzhong's style only used two points of truth and eight points of virtuality, and instantly withdrew the gun and swept away the four chess pieces with a bright silver spear, and before Xiao Yao could withdraw the Liuyun Sword in his hand, the tip of the spear had already pierced Xiao Yao's left arm.

Immediately following the touch, Xiao Yao followed the Liuyun Sword that was guarding and only cut off an afterimage of the Gentian Bright Silver Spear.

Xiao Yao didn't know that Jiang Jingzhong's shot was likely to lure the enemy, but he had to save him, he couldn't afford it, he couldn't bet it, because that weight was the life of the ghost Sangu in the dilemma of life and death, with Jiang Jingzhong's skills, even if only one point of force was used on the gentian bright silver gun, the ghost Sangu couldn't stop it, so he had no choice......

The ghost third aunt's eyes were red, and she said worriedly: "Xiao Yao!" was about to step forward.

Xiao Yao said sharply: "Uncle Shi, you go quickly!" said that he actually pushed the ghost third aunt.

This was the first time Xiao Yao had been disrespectful to her, but the third aunt of the ghost felt the deep affection for her from this disrespect.

The reason why she refused to leave was that she was unwilling to leave Xiao Yao alone to face the strong enemy, and even had a vague and inexplicable thought in her heart, even if she died here with this nephew today, there was nothing to be afraid of.

But when the cruel reality appeared in front of the ghost third aunt, not only did she not get the help of this nephew, but became the other party's fetters and even weaknesses, she finally chose to leave, but why was the mood when she left more uncomfortable than dying immediately, and why did the few steps to the edge of the cliff seem to be longer than a lifetime......

Jiang Jingzhong put away the gun and retreated, and said with a gloomy face: "Xiao Yao, the one who knows the times is Junjie, this seat will give you one last chance to put down the Flowing Year Sword in your hand." Although Jiang Jingzhong felt that he had won at this time, he was cautious by nature, and he would not be completely at ease until he really held the Flowing Year Sword in his hands.

The sound of hooves was getting closer and closer, and the barking of dogs came and went, Xiao Yao suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, and shouted: "Go!"

After saying that, he rushed in the direction of Jiang Jingzhong like a flash of electricity.

The ghost third aunt finally took the last few steps like a puppet, grabbed the long rope that hung down the cliff and jumped down.

Jiang Jingzhong caught a glimpse of the movements of the ghost third aunt and Xiao Yao, his pupils shrank, and he shouted angrily: "You are looking for death." ”

The gentian bright silver spear in his hand was shocked, but he didn't catch up with Xiao Yao, who pounced, but instead dodged a few times and killed in the direction of the trembling long rope.

Xiao Yao looked at the tense long rope and secretly scolded Jiang Jingzhong for being despicable, but he had to dodge to block it.

As soon as Jiang Jingzhong arrived near the left side of the big stone, he was entangled by Xiao Yao, but this time Xiao Yao was almost ruined, and the Flowing Year Sword in his hand was as fast as a mad demon, forcing Jiang Jingzhong to be unable to use the gentian bright silver gun to break the rope.

It's just that in this way, the price he paid is certainly a lot, and after a while, he will definitely lose the strength to fight again.

In the face of Xiao Yao's frenzied state of defeat and injury with the Flowing Year Sword in hand, even Jiang Jingzhong couldn't care about hurting the enemy and had to temporarily avoid the fight, but he always stayed around the boulder, so that Xiao Yao had to maintain this crazy offensive.

After a while, Xiao Yao had already felt a dryness in the dantian, and the strength of his body began to fade like a tide, but the long rope on the boulder was still tense and not relaxed.

He could only grit his teeth and insist, on the other hand, Jiang Jingzhong was more and more calm, it was like a joke, he had decided to let go of the dilemma of life and death, although a strange doctor who was famous in the rivers and lakes was of great value, but compared to the two divine swords in the legend, it was not worth mentioning.

When the male and female divine sword was born in the 'Year of Water', Jiang Jingzhong was still young, and his master Feng Baowugong, the eunuch of the Dongchang Factory, was already very powerful and powerful, but after getting the news, he still didn't dare to get involved easily.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for rumors to spread in the rivers and lakes that the advent of the Crucible Castle's male and female swords triggered a catastrophe in the Central Plains martial arts, and countless martial arts masters died tragically in the competition for this pair of divine soldiers.

In the end, the female sword was like water by the Xuanluo Divine Sect leader Xuandi Xuandu, who dominated the world at that time, and Xuandi Xuangong was invincible, in order to compete for this female sword, he still had to kill hundreds of masters in the world and suffered some injuries before he was able to get out.