Xu Yan did not use the running momentum to go to the grave of his parents, but maintained a steady pace step by step, walking all the way from the village to the back mountain.

The back mountain of Houjia Village is very high, and the mountain is difficult and dangerous, it is very difficult to walk, if it is an ordinary person, in the steep section, it is estimated that after walking dozens of steps in a row, you have to stop and rest for a while, but for Xu Yan, climbing the mountain is naturally not a too important problem.

From the foot of the mountain all the way to the halfway point of the mountain, Xu Yan never stopped, he followed the winding mountain road, circling back and forth on the back mountain, going deeper and deeper.

The mountain road as a whole is quite spacious, obviously the people in Xujia Village have come to repair and cut weeds all year round, but when Xu Yan came to his parents' grave with his memory, the situation was quite bad, because no one had taken care of it for three years, and the grave had long been overgrown with weeds, as well as plants such as climbing vines.

When Xu Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh softly, such a scene could not be described as desolate, but fortunately, it was not too difficult for him to remove these plants.

About two quarters of an hour later, Xu Yan cut the climbing vines and weeds on the grave, revealing the face of the grave itself.

Two tombstones stand in front of the grave, each bearing the names of his parents during their lifetimes. Xu Yan's memory of his mother was zero, so the name on the stele did not have any special emotions and meanings for him, as for his father's tombstone, after more than three years and almost four years of wind and rain, the vermilion handwriting on it also faded early, leaving only the handwriting marks like wounds.

Xu Yan took out the offerings from the storage bag and put them on the table, and then took out the wine jar and poured the wine, although he had zero memories of his mother, but since he was a child, his father would also bring him here to sweep his mother's grave during the Qingming Festival, naturally, he prepared two sacrifices this time.

Then, Xu Yan took out the candle and lit it, and then the incense, and when he had done all this, he stopped, then found a stone and sat down, drinking the remaining flower carvings in the wine jar alone, while quietly waiting for time to flow.

This is probably the last time he came here to give them incense, so Xu Yan is not in a hurry at all, in addition, from now on, the secular identity of Xujia Village in his life may also be completely dispersed in his heart, and the future road will be "Yan" by the former Jingwu Ancestor, and then go on.

Time passed quickly, and in a trance, there was twilight on the sky again, and the night breeze blowing from the mountains around was unexpectedly cold, as if it could penetrate deep into the bone marrow. Xu Yan lifted the already empty wine jar in his hand, smashed it to pieces, and then stood up from the stone.

He exhaled a heavy breath with a heavy face, and the heat swirled in the air, but in the blink of an eye, it was completely melted by the cold of the night.

It was finally going to be completely dark, and he had to go down.

He sat in silence at the grave for about three quarters of an hour, in the process, he reviewed everything he had experienced and remembered in Xujia Village, but it was all a farewell after all, just sooner or later. People die like lights go out, but in this way, those who are still alive can only remember those pictures-like pictures in their memories, and can no longer do anything more for the deceased.

Xu Yan took out the yellow paper he bought from the town, and bought a lot of yellow paper, because he wanted his deceased father to feel the feeling of being rich in that world (if there really was that world), and not have to be so poor as in his short life.

The flames burned in front of the grave, and Xu Yan threw the yellow paper into the fire one by one, during which time he did not pause in the slightest until he had burned it for almost a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, the incense that had been lit before was gone, and most of the candles were burned, but he could not let the candles continue to burn, after all, the mountain wind was howling at night, and if the mountain wind finally blew the candles into the surrounding grass, it would inevitably cause an unnecessary huge fire.

In the end, Xu Yan blew out the remaining half of the candle flames, and then threw those sacrifices down the mountain, otherwise it would not be the situation he wanted to attract the beasts in the mountain to scurry around on the grave.

In the night sky, there are bright stars, all over the sky, dense and not dazzling, but because it has just entered the middle of winter and is in the new moon period, there is no moon.

Xu Yan withdrew his vision from the countless stars, and then took out the Night Pearl from the storage bag, illuminated the mountain road under his feet and began to descend the mountain, no longer staying, but just after he had just walked down the winding mountain road and walked out more than a mile down the mountain, he saw that in the night sky above Xujia Village, there was suddenly a blood-colored long river, which suddenly flashed.

And just three breaths later, there was another silvery-white light, lighting up the whole night.

This silvery-white light, extremely gorgeous, like a white rainbow rising in the night sky, flew from afar, in the blink of an eye, the speed was almost incredible, and then, it faced the blood-colored river hanging in the darkness.

A silent storm swept through the night.

From a distance, it looks like a two-color firework, quietly exploding in the air, and then turning into a sky full of stars, slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.

Seeing Xu Yan behind this scene, his eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of shock, and then, he no longer followed his original unhurried footsteps down the mountain, but began to run wildly in the mountain road, like a wolf galloping.

......

After Xu Yan said his name, Yan Fu's face was full of surprise, and then he said with a huge sense of consternation: "Xu Hao...... You turned out to be Xu Yan, it was rumored that you had already died, but I didn't expect you to escape to this poor country to survive, it seems that you have lost all your previous things. ”

Xu Yan was not surprised at all when he saw that the other party remembered him, because his former identity had also made a great noise in Lingzhou.

Although he took the initiative to flee from everyone's sight of fraud soon after, he has been famous for almost ten years, plus Yan Fu is a person of the same era as him, and even because of his own responsibilities and positions, he has had a head-to-head confrontation, and the other party will naturally be able to remember him.

Xu Yan said in a calm tone: "Since you remember me, then you should know that as long as I am here, it is completely possible for you to kill my grandson, it is better to retreat by yourself as soon as possible, so as not to ask for hardship." ”

When Yan Fu heard him say this, he couldn't help but sneer and said: "Xu Yan, you are too self-righteous, although more than thirty years ago, your strength was indeed higher than mine, but people like you didn't even dare to take their own responsibilities, and in the end they could only hide in this land where birds don't.

Xu Yan listened to him ridicule himself, and did not say anything to refute, but fell into great pain, because no one knew better than himself that the choice he made back then was indeed out of his own cowardice and did not dare to bear the consequences, so he finally shoehorned the burden to his junior brother, and he himself hid incognito and hid in the mountains.

Xu Yan took a deep breath, and then said with pain on his face: "Yes, I admit that I am a coward, and I really dare not take the responsibility I should bear, I admit it, but the reason why I will return here is because this is my hometown, since I Xu Yan is a native of Xujia Village, then why should I go back to my own home?"

When Yan Fu heard him say this, he didn't care at all, but his face showed greater disdain, and then, he suddenly changed his tone, and said sarcastically to Xu Hao: "Xu Hao, do you think I will care, are you from Xujia Village? You are really funny, you still say this kind of thing to me, just ask, even if I know this, what is the point?" I might as well tell you that I don't have any interest in knowing anything about the shit in you, because I know you're just a perfidious bastard who has abandoned your sect and left them to fend for themselves. Talking about morality and righteousness with people like you will only dirty the old mouth in vain, if you don't want to die, get out of the way for me as soon as possible. ”

When Xu Yan heard the words he said to himself, he couldn't help but be filled with anger in his heart, but he couldn't find any reason to refute them, because the three points that the other party grasped were stains that he could no longer erase in his life.

So, after enduring it for a while, Xu Yan shook his head and replied: "As long as I still have a breath, you don't want to touch half a hair on my grandson's body." ”

When Yan Fu heard him say this, he instantly understood that no matter what he said, it would only be in vain in the end, so he stopped persuading, but said in a low tone: "Very good, then I will learn and understand, you rat generation has been hiding in this deep mountain for more than 30 years, and how much has you grown!"

The voice fell.

Yan Fu didn't make too many big moves, but he could see him, and slowly raised his hand, and then, he made a sword with two fingers towards Xu Er, who was about thirty or forty steps away from him, and as soon as the void pointed out, it carried a huge gust of wind and surged towards Xu Yan on the opposite side.

As everyone knows, in the midst of this gust of wind, there is an extremely strong sword qi.

Seeing that the other party finally chose to fight with him, Xu Hao's heart was full of helplessness, and at the same time a little gloomy, because in the more than thirty years of seclusion in the village, although he had never stopped cultivating, because the heaven and earth aura here was too thin, his cultivation and the degree of improvement were actually not too obvious.

But no matter what, Yan Fu's sword did not come from his full strength, and Xu Yan would not even be unable to take it.

There was no way, knowing that the duel between sword cultivation and sword cultivation was only fought against Xu Yan, who could only use his fingers as a sword in the end, and immediately condensed a majestic sword qi and faced the fierce wind used by Yan Fu head-on.

After an instant.

The sword qi and the sword qi quietly collided together in mid-air.

"Boom" with a bang!

A huge wave of qi exploded wildly in all directions from the collision of sword qi.

Subsequently, those things that were unfortunately swept away by this wave of qi could be seen to be shattered into powder by the sword qi contained in them in an instant.

The remaining sword qi in front of Yan Fu and Xu Yan continued to rush towards them, and they were not physically strong, so they didn't dare to let their bodies be contaminated with these sword qi, so the two of them immediately coincided, and almost at the same time, they rose from the ground and flew towards the sky.

Since they were able to fly in the sky, the result was obviously easy to see, Yan Fu and Xu Yan were already powerful sword cultivators who had truly stepped into the upper three realms.

However, after the two of them were almost a hundred feet from the ground, they both stopped in mid-air.

Yan Fu was full of murderous intentions, he came to Xujia Village this time, he already had the intention of burning jade, and now he can still have the opportunity to get rid of Xu Yan before getting rid of Xu Yan, which is undoubtedly an extra good deal for him.

Xu Yan's cultivation, Yan Fu could roughly feel that the other party and himself should be on a par with him, and even the other party was weaker than him.

In the sword cultivation of the same realm, don't underestimate this line, because often just this slight difference really determines who is the final winner.

Yan Fu didn't stop at all, and when Xu Yan was also flying into the sky with him, he actually secretly prepared his third sword.

This sword, compared to the previous two swords, is undoubtedly much more condensed and stronger, if Yan Fu only used seven layers of skill before, then at this moment, he has already used his nine layer of skill.

A sword qi shot out from Yan Fu's fingertips again.

It's so fast, it's like a lightning speed.

After Xu Yan, who was constantly ascending in the sky, saw this scene, although he still had enough confidence to take the opponent's sword head-on, as long as he controlled his body at the moment and stopped in mid-air urgently, he could actually avoid this sword without forcibly connecting it.

But in the end, do you choose to hard-wired or not?

In Xu Yan's heart, such a question suddenly flashed.

Of course, the reason why he has this kind of doubt is very simple, that is, if he chooses to hard-connect, then in terms of qi circulation, he will not fall behind the opponent by half a point, and if he chooses to avoid it skillfully, he can certainly take this opportunity to save a lot of strength in his qi, but in the momentum of the battle, he will fall behind the opponent more than a hand.

In the end, after a momentary reflection in his mind, Xu Yan still chose to avoid it skillfully, because in his opinion, the other party's cultivation was similar to him, even if he fell slightly into a disadvantage in this move, he could find an opportunity to successfully reverse it in the subsequent sword duel.

Seeing that Xu Yan was in a position different from his feet, he suddenly stopped, and Yan Fu, who used this sword, couldn't help but secretly scold him for being despicable in his heart, but he suddenly shouted in his mouth: "Xu Yan, you cowardly mouse, you really don't dare to take the sword of the old decay, but do you think that if you can dodge my sword, you can escape from it, let me tell you, you are delusional!"

Xu Yan saw that the other party did not forget to say cruel words to himself in the battle, his face couldn't help but become very ugly, with the age of the two of them, there is no doubt that they are already half buried in the loess, but I didn't expect that the other party was still so swearing, it was insulting.

So, Xu Yan couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Yan Fu, if you want to fight, you will be beaten, and Hugh will be disrespectful to the old man, and scold like a market shrew!"

When Yan Fu heard this, he immediately sneered, and then said: "That old man fulfilled your wish and sent you to Huangquan, anyway, you should have died a long time ago!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another burst of majestic sword qi on Yan Fu's body, which suddenly soared, but this time, Xu Yan, who was below, saw that he was no longer as before, using a simple sword intent to kill himself.

Yan Fu put his left hand behind him, and the whole person was suspended in the night sky, and then, I saw him stretch out his right hand holding the sword and lightly grasp it in the void.

A brilliant and bewitching red light flashed in front of him.

and condensed in his hands.

After that, it converged into an extremely simple, but monstrous three-foot long sword.

Yan Fu tightly grasped his natal sword, which had not been unsheathed for many days, and the killing intent in his eyes rose again, he did not pause at all, and directly swung it towards Xu Yu at his feet.

This is a sword that really comes from the hands of a sword cultivator who has stepped into the upper three realms, with all his strength.

The sword qi is like the blood qi in the sky......

It is like a long river forged by scarlet blood, hanging upside down and floating in the night sky......

If someone looks up from the ground at this moment, they will find that above the black oppressive sky, someone has drawn a blood line from the whole night and divided it in two.

The next moment.

A middle-aged man who was more than ten miles away from Xujia Village, looking at night as day in the dark night, was walking slowly, after Yan Fu used this sword, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed on his square face, and then turned into monstrous anger, gritted his teeth and said, "The old thief dares!"

The middle-aged man knew that he didn't have time to fly after him at this time, so he blocked the sword with his own hands, so a flying sword the size of his index finger quietly drilled out from the center of his eyebrows.

He whispered, "Go!"

The flying sword was ordered to shoot into the distance in an instant.

Every time it travels nearly a mile in the night sky, its size skyrockets tenfold.

After more than ten miles......

It had transformed into a gigantic greatsword, glowing with silvery-white light.

This sword flew more than ten miles in one eye.

A sword cut through the blood-colored river.