The Yuan army originally had a hundred and ten people, under the command of a centurion, but there were more than a dozen people surrounding Ou Xuzi, and the rest were scattered everywhere, killing and killing, robbing and robbing, the hideous-looking centurion stared at Xiao Xuanhan's mother and son, this woman is too beautiful, her skin is like beautiful porcelain, her lips are like cherry blossoms, and what is even more rare is her calmness, there is no fear on her face, holding a three- or four-year-old boy in her arms, and a sturdy man is close together.

In the eyes of the centurion, which man with clear eyebrows looks like a scholar, the only weapon is a knife on his shoulder, unsheathed, in the face of the fierce Yuan army, does he still have a chance to dance the knife, hitting the stone with an egg, not self-sufficient, the centurion laughed fiercely, which woman he wants to possess, which gorgeous and charming beauty, in his consciousness, all Han women are his slaves, and all Han men are his enemies. The centurion cried out, "Brothers, kill him, and whatever woman you catch, you all have a share." ”

Yuan Bing suddenly became excited, howling and surrounding, the steel knife in his hand flashing, and the blood of the victim was still flowing on the tip of the knife.

Yan Hua was so frightened that he couldn't bear to watch it.

Seeing that the Yuan soldiers were getting closer and closer, Ou Xuzi stood steadily, with a look of disdain on his face, facing the sword light and sword shadow, the bloody rain and bloody wind, he roared angrily: "Zhan Lu is out, the stars are avoided, and the ghosts and gods are sad." ”

When the words fell, a long rainbow jumped up from his back, it was sadness, endless sadness, it was anger, extreme anger breath, the scabbard trembled, the knife qi was like a rainbow, gushing out, a rich and extreme sadness and anger aura instantly condensed, a snow-white, traceless long knife flew up, and the space around several meters was surrounded by cold rays, the essence of light was all over the sky, and the sun and the moon were discolored.

The long knife returned to Ou Xuzi's hand, and the cold mist surrounding him was even more terrifying, and he smiled coldly, indifferent and terrifying. The knife in his hand shook, and the overflowing knife qi sputtered out, hitting a towering ancient tree not far away, as the cold light passed, the ancient tree emitted a desolate symphony, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the wound at the junction of the trunk and the root of the tree was as smooth as a mirror.

The soldiers were stunned, and the centurion was even more stunned, what kind of weapon is this, unheard of, unseen, can shock the world, crying ghosts and gods, the soldiers are cold, and the steel knives in their hands are trembling.

Ou Xuzi obviously didn't want to let them go, and his swords and fingers intersected, accompanied by a crisp sound of gold and iron. The Damascus treasure knife in the hand of the Yuan soldier instantly shattered into countless pieces, and with the screams of people shot in all directions, the centurion was frightened, and his legs fell to his knees, and there were no soldiers standing around him.

Ou Xuzi walked over, Ou Xuzi stood in front of him, the blade pointed at him, just like a deep-sighted, perceptive sharp eye of the heavens, blazing, full of murderous aura, really out of the gods, and powerful in service. The centurion trembled and said, "What kind of sword is this, that it is so powerful?"

Ou Xuzi replied coldly, "Have you heard of Zhan Lu Jian?"

The centurion groaned, his head hung down, and his mouth muttered: "The courtier and the warrior are in uniform, and the king is according to Zhanlu." This is the first sword in the world, but it is a sword, not a sword. ”

"Zhan Lu has two, one sword and one sword, Zhan Lu has spirituality, how ruthless is the scenery, you kill innocents, people and gods are angry, and you can't live. Ou Xuzi said.

Zhan Lu seemed to understand his master's words, the blade flashed, and the centurion fell to the ground in response, his body quickly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into an ice corpse.

Here, Xiao Xuanhan had already helped Yan Hua up, seeing the corpses of his relatives in the wilderness, he wanted to cry without tears, but just stared at the tragic scene blankly, and muttered in his mouth: "I can't see anything when I go out, and the plain is covered by white bones." When the eyes are dry, you can see the bones, and the heaven and earth will be ruthless. They're all gone, and I'm left to live and die. ”

He rushed forward a few steps to grab the long knife on the ground, but Ou Xuzi arrived in time to stop him: "What's the use of being sad, you are still a literati, are you so narrow-minded?"

Yan Hua sighed: "It's useless to be a scholar, I have no power to restrain the chicken, what can I do?"

Ou Xuzi returned: "Isn't it good to use your pen to record the brutality of the Yuan army and give a warning to future generations." ”

Yan Hua looked at him with blazing eyes, and his lips trembled and said: "You have Zhan Lu in your hand, according to the record of "Wu Yue Chunqiu", Ou Yezi refined a total of five swords: Zhan Lu, Chunjun, Juque, Hao Cao, and Yu Gut, and Zhan Lu is listed at the top of the five swords. This sword has changed hands repeatedly, and then it was transferred to Yue Fei by the descendants of the famous general Zhou of the Jin Dynasty, but since Yue Fei Fengbo Pavilion was killed, the Zhan Lu sword has been lost, what is the relationship between this sword and Zhan Lu?"

Ou Xuzi shook his head and said: "My ancestor Ou Zhizi forged a sword and a sword, Zhan Lu Sword, which was first obtained by King Yue, and now there is no way to find it. The Zhan Lu knife is the one in my hand. ”

Mr. Yan Hua asked in shock: "You, are you a descendant of Ou Zhizi?"

Ou Xuzi nodded and said, "Yes, my name is Ou Xuzi." ”