A white room was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

The length and width of this room are more than 20 steps, and there are more than 50 weapons hanging on the wall made of white jade. As far as the eye can see, there are the Rainbow Sword of the Tianshan Sect, the Cirrus Cloud Point Wave Spear of the Xiao Family outside the Saiwai, the Shenyi Bow of Qingye Fort in the south of the Yangtze River, and the reincarnation blade of Zixiao Palace, among which there are even more Fengtian Sword of Tang King Li Shimin and the Night Fang of Yu Wenji of Sui Moyu.

Regardless of the origin of these previous weapons, the Fengtian Sword and the Night Fang alone were enough to make this room shine.

Fengtian sword is the first master of the world in the early Tang Dynasty Mu Jianzhuo cast, this sword on the mandate of heaven, under the imperial power, it can be said that the person who holds this sword is no different from holding the jade seal. And the tooth of the dark night, it was forged by Yu Wenji's collection of strange soldiers in the world, and it was the first divine soldier in the world at that time.

But the demeanor of these divine soldiers has always been suppressed by a divine weapon. And this divine weapon is being held in the arms of the master here at this moment. In the center of the room where the divine soldier was hung, a young man with a sword was sitting cross-legged. Although the young man's long hair hung down, and he could not see the face of this person, he could know the identity of the owner of this place by the sword he held in his arms alone.

After many years, he has been hidden behind the scenes, and finally has the opportunity to get out of the background and start to unify the world. In the past, he was behind the scenes, how many thrilling battles, how many times he won with less, how many times he won in danger, too many and too many, which made his heart completely numb. Although there are many heavens and earths, and there are many heroes, no one can compete with him.

But this time, it gave him an inexplicable palpitation.

Why? Because of Zuixian Island, because of Yujiang.

Since the early Tang Dynasty Hanying Pavilion was defeated by the Empress Wu, Penglai Island retreated overseas, the lord of Qingye Castle, the owner of the first village in the world, the lord of Donghai Fort Castle, and the head of the Shushan faction have fallen one after another.

And Xingfengzhuang and Tiger Biting Gate were defeated by Xiao Ling, the general of the Empress Wu, and looking at the world, there is no sect that can compete with the Empress Wu. At that time, he thought the time had come.

However, Drunken Immortal Island appeared at this time. Although the Chiming Emperor Yu Hongxiao and the sword god Nie Chen are no longer there, only Yu Jiang and his four protectors exist on the island now.

He clearly understood the hidden strength of this sect, so he didn't make a move, just watched silently from behind, watching the chaos in the world, and watching Yu Jiang lead the four protectors to kill the martial arts.

People in the world don't know that the destruction of the major sects and the defeat of the Empress Wu were all planned by him behind the scenes.

The world is too peaceful, and the calm does not allow any outsiders to intervene. Therefore, the world must be chaotic, and he must make the world chaotic again in order for him to strike again.

He couldn't remember how many times he had woken up or how many times he had fallen asleep. In a trance, he only remembered that the Yellow Emperor Che Cracked Chiyou, Jiang Ziya was a god, the first king Bai Qi fought against the Tianshan Mountains, the Tang King Xuanwumen incident, and ...... The coldness of his sleep every time.

Yu Jiang sat in a carriage and thought silently.

On the rivers and lakes, although the Hanying Pavilion, Penglai Island, the first village in the world, Qingye Fort and other sects have disappeared or retired one after another. However, there are countless high-ranking monks in Shaolin Temple, and there are many elites in the Jade Mei faction, although their brilliance was covered by the Hanying Pavilion and other sects back then, but when these obstacles disappear, their blooming light is no worse than Penglai and others.

However, when faced with the birth of Drunken Immortal Island and swept the rivers and lakes, no sect could block its way. It's not that the strength of these sects is too weak, but that the strength of Drunken Immortal Island is too strong. The sword that was praised by Tianji Hall as "the second only drunken immortal island master" was invisible, the thirty archers who attacked and killed the Penglai traitor Wang Ren and his 3,000 subordinates "Thousand Transformations Divine Monarch" Cheng Bo, the "Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal" Ye Zi'er who blocked the 100,000 imperial army with poison Gu, and the arrogant man who even Yu Jiang did not dare to provoke easily at the head of the four protectors.

The four protectors of Drunken Immortal Island have blocked the masters of the world, and Yu Jiang, as the owner of Drunken Immortal Island, has never had a chance to make a move.

The invisible ruthlessness of the sword, the treachery of Cheng Bo, the charm of Ye Zi'er, and the sadness of the arrogant man have already made the masters of the world fearful. And as the master of the four, what is the strength of Yu Jiang?

No one knew, and no one dared to try.

If you don't know the reality of Yu Jiang, absolutely no one in the world dares to make a move!

And now, are they finally starting to make a move?

Yu Jiang smiled slightly bitterly, Baishui City, he had heard it in the intelligence of the secret agents, and knew that they wanted to deal with him, but he didn't take it to heart at the time, but he didn't expect that they would make a move so quickly.

Spring and winter swords, shadow swordsmanship, supreme resourcefulness, all of these are by no means what ordinary sects can obtain.

At this time, the carriage was driving in a valley, and the cold wind blew from time to time from all around, with a little maple leaf, and from time to time hit the big 4 on the body, making a slight sound.

Next to Yu Jiang were sitting the three men in black who had attacked him at the beginning. The man in black was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "I heard that the smoke and rain swordsmanship of your island has the power to destroy the world, I don't know how much Yu Island Master has learned?" Yu Jiang glanced at him obliquely, although this person was wrapped in a black scarf, but his eyes were full of expectation.

"Idiot......" Yu Jiang made a comment in his heart, and then laughed softly, "It's just two percent." The three of them smiled slightly, and all of them bowed their heads in agreement.

In their minds, the Smoke and Rain Sword Technique of Drunken Immortal Island, the Holy Mirror Secret Technique of Cold Shadow Pavilion, and the Yin and Yang Dragon Slaying Technique of Penglai have always been the targets of their challenge, and if such a goal disappeared so easily, they would naturally feel sad in their hearts.

Therefore, it is not that the Yanyu swordsmanship is too weak, but that Yu Jiang is too weak.

This walk is more than half a month.

Whitewater City, according to legend, was built by the primeval god of war. The god of war collected the world's treasures and finally built this city. This city was originally a magic weapon of the god of war, and there were five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. In the Xuanjie War that year, this city was shot down by others and fell to the world as a city of its own. There is a pillar of heaven inside.

This pillar connects the lifeblood of the city, the pillar is in the city, the pillar is broken, this is the flaw of the White Water City, and it is also the root of the White Water City.

Looking at the world, except for the two divine objects of Yujun Lin Mo's Divine and Demon Secret Treasure Shenyi Bow and the Reincarnation Ding of the Cold Shadow Pavilion, none of them could shatter this pillar.

The tall city gate and the diffuse fog are vaguely mysterious, and the flickering figures and plausible dragon roars all make this city stained with some secret power. When Yu Jiang stepped down from the carriage, he saw two tall stone statues at first sight. One of the two stone statues stood with a sword in his hand, his expression solemn, and the other holding a book with angry eyebrows.

Yu Jiang stood quietly, holding his hands, looking at the two stone statues, but his heart sighed, once upon a time, his feet were covered with prostrate figures, they were either ordinary pawns, or local officials, or heroes of the rivers and lakes, but when they were prostrate on the ground, the appearance of the so-called light was just fragile tissue paper, which was broken at the touch of a touch.

There are only four people, and they do not submit to their authority.

The sword is invisibly obsessed with the way of the sword, with the pursuit of the ultimate in the way of the sword as a lifelong goal, and the willingness to take refuge in the Drunken Immortal Island back then was only for the one-fifth of the ruthless swordsmanship on the island; Wanling Miao Immortal Ye Zi'er, she was originally a Miao Jiang Gu girl, and she took refuge in the Drunken Immortal Island because she fell in love with the sword invisible; Cheng Bo, the god of change, never guessed what this person thought, but he didn't have to guess, Cheng Bo's thoughts were changeable, as long as he was loyal to the Drunken Immortal Island, he didn't have to care about the more thoughts of his subordinates.

As for the last person, Yu Jiang couldn't help but smile, his heart was extremely sad, and his martial arts were extremely strong.

Yu Jiang suddenly smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and shook deeply at the two stone statues. When he got up again, he looked at the three people behind him and chuckled: "I respect the god of war who built this miracle." The three men in black exclaimed in unison, and they all took a step back and looked at Yu Jiang with a shocked face.

At this time, Yu Jiang's momentum has changed from the initial serious injury and exhaustion to a kind of lazy elegance. This kind of elegance is slow and lazy, as if it goes deep into the bone marrow, so that others can't help but be lazy, and when this laziness reaches the extreme, it is suddenly discovered that this is the laziness that the superior is used to, and it also contains the self-confidence of the world.

This is by no means arrogant or arrogant, but when the strength reaches a certain level, it is completely self-confidence that can be empty-eyed.

It was only at this moment that the three men in black came back to their senses and rushed forward with a strange roar. Yu Jiang chuckled lightly, and his feet touched the ground, and the person passed through the sword formation of the three figures like a flash, and walked straight towards Baishui City.

The faces of the three black-clothed men changed drastically, and the three shadow swords staggered together, turning into several black rays and shooting backwards.

Seeing that Yu Jiang was about to be injured by these three swords, a flash of red light suddenly shot out from a hundred steps away.

This is like a purple thunderbolt in the clear sky, and it is like the fierce bloody eyes of the beasts in the jungle, arrogant and lonely, and bloodthirsty and tyrannical. The three men in black were shocked, and hurriedly put away their swords and back. But the red light slammed in mid-air, and the red light broke and blood splattered in the air, like a lightning flash, and hit the three of them directly.

Those three black-clothed men were by no means ordinary masters, if any one of them walked to the rivers and lakes, they were all masters who dominated one side, but under the sword light like the hands of gods and demons, they had to retreat. It's definitely not that they are invincible to this sword, but the blood on this magic sword is too thick and thick, so strong that the blood and qi will make the soul tremble, how can they not let him retreat?

The sword light shook in the air, and a red flame rolled up, accelerating several times in an instant, and it slashed in front of the three people in just a snap of his fingers. The three of them roared angrily, and the Sword of Shadow was taken out in unison, and three long swords like shadows and ghosts staggered in the air, and the three forces converged together, forcing towards the sword light.

In a trance, the three of them seemed to hear a terrible eagle roar, and the magic sword drove the soul-terrifying killing intent from the Shura Hell, turning into a Shura fierce flame, and with a bang, the three long swords were all knocked out.

The sword light instantly dimmed, and the fierce flame gradually extinguished, revealing a long sword. The sword was more than seven feet long, the white-gold blade shone with bloodthirsty brilliance, and a blood-stained eagle was engraved on the three-inch-long hilt.

The sword qi is like a rainbow, the sword intent is like electricity, and the sword body is arrogant - a sword is ruthless, and the sword is invisible.

The sword was invisible and retreated from the enemy, and immediately floated back, the long sword pointed obliquely at the side of his feet, his eyebrows raised, and he stared coldly at the three men in black, and a fierce and crazy momentum emanated from the long sword, as if there was only his sword in heaven and earth.

Under his cold and indifferent gaze, the three men in black felt that their momentum was constantly weakening. As his name suggests, everything in his body is an invisible sword, and his eyes are the same at this moment, like two sharp blades, constantly consuming the momentum of the three men in black.

Under his sword intent, these three people were as humble as ants, and they couldn't extricate themselves in fear.

The three of them were silent for a moment, and the Shadow Sword Technique appeared at the same time, and three sword lights as black as ink shot out. At this moment, the space at the head of Baishui City seemed to be distorted, and the three pure black sword lights were like messengers of the night, pulling the night in advance, and the light gray mist turned into the death breath of the underworld, and the dark night was like a big net, wanting to shatter the sword invisibly.

The sword looked at the black shadow that shrouded him, the coldness in his eyes suddenly boiled, the Wenge sword in his hand shook slightly, and a blood light under the night quietly bloomed, and a round of sword intent turned, and the red light was like a blood lotus that bloomed silently under the night.

Although it is silent, there is Qiwei.

The sword danced invisibly, the body suddenly jumped, the tip of the sword stuck to the bottom of the blood lotus, and chanted in a long voice: "Qingyunfu parades purple lightning, and the overlord holds the bow and burns Afang." The hero was angry and regretted the sky, and the world won the only song!" With a soft groan, he had risen to the sky with the blood lotus.