There is a record in "Yanzi Spring and Autumn Period: Inner Chapter": In the Spring and Autumn Period, Qi Jinggong gave two peaches to Gongsun Jie, Tian Kaijiang, and Gu Yezi to discuss merit and eat, and the three of them refused to give in to each other because of the argument about the size of their military achievements, and finally the three abandoned the peach and committed suicide.

Two peaches kill three soldiers, and fake swords are like frost.

Gongzixin was still looking at the corpse lying on the ground, and his life was threatened by the other party a moment ago, but he attacked and defended in a quarter of an hour. Turning around and looking at Chu Ziyan behind him, the people around Hanyue seemed to have a unique ability to turn danger into danger.

However, for now, I need to interrogate the person who is still lying on the ground. Lying on the ground were the three tigers, the dying tiger now resembling a poor mouse.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

Sanhu didn't notice Gongzixin's question, his eyes were still staring at the silver ticket in Gongzixin's hand, as if this was an existence more precious than his life. Gongzixin said again: "Say, tell me, I can let you live." This silver ticket is yours too. ”

"What do you mean?"

The three tigers squeezed out painful sounds from their noses, and without a doctor, his leg was still bleeding. If no one helped him stop the bleeding, he would run out of blood and die.

"I mean what I say!"

Gongzi Xin raised his hand, and the silver ticket was like a dandelion flying in the air, and finally fell on the body of the three tigers. The blood-stained hands of the three tigers immediately caught the silver ticket and hugged it tightly in their arms.

"Now you can say it. ”

The Three Tigers said: "We were originally bandits outside the city, and we heard that there were treasures here, so we wanted to make a fortune." ”

Gongzixin asked, "Who did you listen to?"

"A man in white and a man in black. ”

"What about them?"

"One of them carried a piano on his back, and one of them took a Xiao rod. ”

"What else?"

"No more. ”

The three tigers shook their heads, as if there was only so much he knew, Gongzi Xin looked at the three tigers struggling on the ground and walked out of the room. Chu Ziyan followed, no one looked at the Three Tigers anymore, his legs were bleeding all the time, maybe he would die here due to excessive blood loss, his hand was holding the one thousand taels of silver ticket from beginning to end.

"What's the matter with you?"

As soon as he came out of the room, Chu Ziyan asked with his head and face covered. Gongzixin looked at the scenery in the yard very leisurely, and asked rhetorically, "What's wrong?"

"How did you get kidnapped by the three of them?"

"I was able to heal my wounds, and they broke into the room, and my body couldn't move for a while, so I fell in touch with them. ”

"Where's your bodyguard?"

"Dead!"

Gongzixin said that the cloud was light and light, but Chu Ziyan was stunned. What do you mean, could it be that Gongzi Xin discovered the invading people earlier than him? Gongzi Xin seemed to have guessed what Chu Ziyan was thinking, "All the swordsmen in the Sword Pavilion are dead. ”

"How did you die?"

"Someone killed. ”

Chu Ziyan was crazy in his heart, "Can't you finish the words at one time, of course I know that he was killed." I wonder who killed it?"

"I don't know. ”

"Then they're here?" Chu Ziyan asked. Naturally, he said Gu Xin, Fang Mengqian, Xiao Tianlang, Compassion and others who have not appeared.

"They have something to do and go out. After Gongzixin finished speaking, he thought about it and added, "I'll stay here, well, take care of the house!"

"Then why don't you call me?"

Gongzixin scratched his head, not knowing how to answer this question, and thought for a while: "There was no task for you at that time. I think you can watch the house with me. And, you saved me, didn't you. ”

Chu Ziyan looked at Gongzi Xin, who suddenly made some mistakes, and was a little speechless. And he asked,

"Okay, what do we do now?"

"Let's go, come with me somewhere!"

"Where?"

"Ask the Sword Pavilion. ”

Jiangnan Wenjian Pavilion is a holy place in Jiangnan.

Here was once one of the best martial arts figures in the south of the Yangtze River, but the most famous was Zhao Wou-Ki in the world-shattering five swords, he was the first person in the rivers and lakes to comprehend the sword intent, although he followed the wine swordsman Mo Siliang, and the Seven Killing Sword Monarch Bei Mo and others also comprehended the sword intent.

But Zao Wou-Ki is undoubtedly of cross-era significance.

In Jiangnan, there is no one who uses a sword who does not want to enter the Sword Pavilion. And Wenjian Pavilion has undoubtedly become the most influential and appealing gang in Jiangnan. If someone dares to be disrespectful to the Sword Pavilion, it is disrespectful to all the swordsmen in Jiangnan, and they are insulting the swordsmen in Jiangnan.

But now in front of its mountain gate, there were two men and two swords.

"Zhao Xing. I will use this sword to wash away the shame of the Hainan Sword Sect. ”

"If you want to die, I will become all you. ”

It was said that it had sunk in the west, but the duel here had just begun. The residual heavenly light shone on Lu Chen's side face, revealing a little desolation in the simplicity, he came alone, like a general who charged in ancient times, and was about to hang the head of the enemy general in the enemy camp on his spear. But what he has to face is not just a thousand troops.

Zhao Xing's hand had already held the heavy sword in his hand, and only by holding the sword could he feel the power, the incomparable power. It made him seem to forget that he was in Gangnam, and reminded him of the time when he had fought with a wolf in the wasteland, when he thought he would die, but when he stabbed the dagger into the wolf's stomach, he began to understand that he needed to use his strength to break anything that stood in his way.

When the last light of the day also disappeared into darkness, Lu Chen moved.

As a person born in the Hainan Sword School since childhood, Lu Chen has seen the most is the appearance of the rising of the rising sun, when you see a round of red rising from the sea, you can feel your own strange majesty, that is the vigor of life, the tension of life, just like his sword.

When Lu Chen moved, his sword was still in its sheath, and the speed at which he drew it was very slow, as if you needed to wait for a long time to see the picture of Xu Yue Dongsheng. His sword is like the sun, and he is burning his own life to gain power. Zhao Xing won't let his opponent get his wish, even if it's the sun, I can still use the sword in my hand to smash you down.

The figures of Zhao Xing and Lu Chen were staggered, and around them, were the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, they were all engrossed in watching the fight in the field, they didn't want their Pavilion Master to lose in their hearts, but they also knew that this would be a duel for an ages, not inferior to Xingchenzi and Zhao Wuji back then.

Not far from Lu Chen stood a woman, Yu Yao was praying for her senior brother.

She can't participate in the battle between men, but as long as she is there, the hope in Lu Chen's heart is still there. The heart of the battle, until the death rests.

White-hot battles. But unlike back then, it was unfortunate that someone appeared at such an inopportune time.

"By the way, why don't you call me such a wonderful duel!"