"I still remember the year, the two little ones had no guesses, and the green plums surrounded the bamboo horses, rippling than the singing. Now laughing and scolding, you have a white head, and I am dead......"

Qingzhou, Kaiyang City, the county seat of Yujun County, is located at the core of the north-south border, and is a spacious house.

An old-fashioned but dignified middle-aged man stood alone and muttered to himself. He had a three-foot-long knife pinned to his waist, the scabbard was smooth and straight, and it looked ordinary.

He is the famous Zhao Lei Zhao Butcher of the Wanhua Demon Sect, the name of the butcher comes from his one-handed killing knife technique, the people he killed, all of them were disintegrated, and it seemed to be accurately measured, blood to blood, flesh to flesh, internal organs to internal organs, and bones to bones.

But this is not his hobby, what is more famous than the butcher's methods is his old-fashionedness, so far he is probably the only one in the real world who still abides by some unwritten rules of the ancient cultivation world, such as not killing women and children, the enemy is the enemy, and he will not implicate ordinary relatives, although it is some rare and valuable quality, he is secretly scolded as a fool.

But no one dared to scold him to his face, because Butcher Zhao's methods all came from his knife, more than a thousand years ago, there was a Crossing Tribulation Grandmaster who fought with him, just a few moves, the true form disintegrated, the Dao foundation collapsed, and since then, not many people dare to provoke him.

Therefore, his murder knife technique is also known as the disintegration knife technique.

It's a pity that countless Dongdu disciples want to worship under him, but they can't pass the test he set, and in the past thousand years, he has hardly taken a step out of the refining mountain, and naturally he hasn't brought back one or two apprentices, so no one has learned the disintegration knife so far, and no one knows its mystery.

At this moment, a man walked in from outside the courtyard, about his age, and even more majestic, but with a smile on his face.

"They're dead......"

When someone comes in the door, he speaks, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he goes straight to the topic, and his attitude is a little casual.

Zhao Lei knew who 'they' were, and said coldly: "Ye Qixin, is it a happy thing that the same door is dead?" The smile on your face makes me feel that you are even more annoying than Yu Qing. ”

The person who came was Ye Qixin, with a consistent smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly mocking: "This seat is the seat of the Eastern Capital, this is how you talk to the seat of the seat?" Yes, it is still as cold and hard as a stone, so you have no eyes, and you can't see the merits......

Zhao Lei grabbed the hilt of the knife on his waist and said coldly: "But I will use the knife in my hand to kill a great road to heaven!

Ye Qixin's eyes flickered, and in a trance, he saw a thin young man wielding a firewood knife every day, sweating like rain, but his eyes were resolute and stubborn. As soon as the picture turned, he was overturned to the ground and punched and kicked, his body curled up in pain, like a shrimp, the firewood knife fell not far away, the young man's knife skills had become small at that time, and the people besieging him were not his opponents, but he couldn't fight back.

After that, he was often bullied, and one day he passed by, rescued the little boy, and asked him why he couldn't fight back.

The young man said: It is strictly forbidden to kill each other, if I don't fight back, it will not be counted as cannibalism, and it can be tolerated.

At that time, his heart was greatly shaken, so he said: You are like a stone, stick to the place, have no eyes, can not see right and wrong, in our eastern capital, there is no need to follow those old-fashioned admonitions, whoever dares to beat you in the future, you will fight back, with the knife in your hand, kill a road to heaven!

Later, the boy became the butcher of Zhao, but he still did not return the hand to his fellow disciples, and he never used a knife. As he said, it was a stubborn stone.

Ye Qixin suddenly felt a little excited, he suddenly turned around before he walked in front of Zhao Lei, and when he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, he paused again: "You are their senior brother, and this seat is your senior brother, how much pain you have, how much pain I have......"

......

Jian Zhai, Yan Fu Eighteen Peaks.

Dark Soul Peak Water Prison, deep in a cave. The cavern has been quiet for a long, long time since the last scream stopped three years ago.

This stubborn woman, who has suffered the most extreme torture in the world, has finally endured inhuman pain, and can sink into simple meditation in addition to the pain, and her cultivation that has been stagnant for many years has finally broken the shackles and a glimmer of light has appeared.

As if she had been wandering in the dark for countless years, her face had not changed, but her sideburns were slightly frosty. But her eyebrows were still calm, and her expression was peaceful, as if this water prison was her best home.

But there are always some differences, at this time in previous years, there is always a caring person who comes in to talk to her, if the clothes are torn, she will also help her change into clean, beautiful clothes, and very patiently arrange her makeup, and then say in her ear: You are still so beautiful.

She opened her eyes and looked directly at the mouth of the distant pitch-black cave, for a long, long time, no one came, and her heart was slight.

Her name is Huang Ziyun.

"Are you scared......

A magnetic male voice suddenly sounded in the quiet water prison, "Afraid of being abandoned, she is the only one in the whole world who remembers you and comforts you, but she doesn't come anymore." And the person you think of in your heart is merry outside. You don't know, he is now the much-anticipated Sword Monarch, the Blazing Commander of the Demon Clan, and you are just a traitor locked up in a water prison, a traitor that no one remembers. ”

"Ji Xuanqing won't come again, she's tired of it, you have been abandoned by the whole world, this is really a thing that makes me very happy. His voice sounded cheerful, but it was no longer the thrill of revenge.

Huang Ziyun was numb, she couldn't hear the difference, she was silent, but the fluorescence of her beautiful eyes was faintly dim.

"Hahaha, you're really scared, you still care about others, if your heart is really dead, how can you have expectations, you shouldn't have expectations......"

Huang Ziyun was still silent, she stubbornly turned her head, as if the person she hated was right in front of her.

Silence, silence for a long time.

"You...... Do you want to get out of this sea of suffering? I'll save you...... Okay, okay?"

His name is Zhantai Shenxiu.

"Don't waste your efforts......" Huang Ziyun said in a very indifferent tone, "You have done the most vicious thing in this world to me, my hatred for you already needs another container to hold, if there is a chance, I will definitely drag you to hell with me......"

"Definitely!" she accentuated.

Zhantai Shenxiu smiled: "Aha, you must not know how much I am looking forward to this day, today I am in a really good mood, you have been abandoned by the whole world, Ji Xuanqing will not come, no one will come here......"

"No one ......"

His voice gradually deepened, obviously there was no response, and the words in his heart finally did not come out.

"It's ...... just me"

......

Yan Fu Peak, Yan Fu Temple.

In the side hall, Elder Lu was surrounded by the core figures of Jian Zhai and his gang in a semicircle, and their sword fingers were all pointing at Elder Lu's heavenly spirit, and there were faint sword lights of various colors flowing endlessly.

It lasted for more than half an hour, and suddenly, there was a black gas overflowing from the heavenly spirit of Elder Lu, and there was a strange and terrifying scream, which lasted for a short time, and as Elder Lu's face gradually improved, starting with Li Daochun, he shouted 'Close', and everyone withdrew their sword fingers one after another, and their breath was agitated, making the side hall buzz to the ground, and they hurriedly closed their eyes and calmed down.

"The Outer Heaven Tribulation is really difficult!" Turtle Dove sighed, his cultivation was the weakest, just immortal, and the sword master Li Daochun, the first seat of the Discipline Academy, Xiao Wenhan, and one of the Supreme Elders, Zi Xiao, worked together to exorcise the demon for Elder Yu.

Rao is four people worked together, and it took a lot of effort to drive the demon out of Elder Yu's sea of knowledge.

Zixiao was at ease, and her face hated iron and steel: "Xiao Yuzi, you really disappointed me, just for a woman, you made yourself look like this, do you still have the dignity of sword cultivation?"

Seeing that Elder Lu listened to her count honestly, she was very angry, and poked Elder Lu on the forehead with her jade finger, "You can't make a thing, I'm ...... I'm so, forget it......"

She was really disappointed and angry, so she left in a huff.

Elder Yu glanced around at everyone and calmly bowed with his sword: "Thank you for ......"

Li Daochun waved his hand and said, "The same sect doesn't have to be like this, but Elder Zixiao is right, why do you want to cut off the path? Don't you know, after the Dao foundation is laid, there is no chance to start over......

"You'll ...... later What's the plan?"

After the monk is on the path of desperation, not only can not cultivate an inch, but with the passage of time, it will gradually degenerate, this process will not be very long, a great monk like Elder Yu will probably only last a hundred years, and the cultivation will degenerate to the end, and Shouyuan will also come to the end because of this, just like Fan Yuxiu gradually becomes old, and then dies.

The most helpless and painful thing in this world is parting, and what is even more painful is watching your beloved die in front of your eyes.

Elder Yu had experienced both, and he had nothing to lose, except for Jian Zhai's last concern.

"Xi'er has grown into a big girl, her words are enough to be on her own, and the Scripture Pavilion will be handed over to her, you can rest assured that ......"

He smiled very lightly: "Actually, I was going to die hundreds of years ago, and after living so long, I should be satisfied......"

"Last ......"

He suddenly looked in the direction of Dark Soul Peak, "I want to use the last bit of strength to fulfill her wish for that silly girl......"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Wenhan couldn't help but change color slightly: "You want to inherit the sword intent...... Regardless of whether she wants it or not, it doesn't matter if you don't want to live, why do you want to pull an innocent person?"

Li Daochun sat down tiredly, and waved his hand to stop Xiao Wenhan, who was a little excited: "Let him ...... Go ...... go."

At this moment, it seems that there is another vicissitudes of life, and his face is even older.

"Who is the living and the dead, who is more painful?"

Elder Yu gave a final salute to Li Daochun: "Senior Brother Han, do you know how I felt when you broke into the Purple Mountain and told me that my father was actually a disciple of Jianzhai?"

He suddenly walked outside the hall, and said as he walked: "Inherited in my bones, it is the stubbornness and pride of sword cultivation, this stubbornness and pride have been passed on to me and her, that is the immortal spirit, that is the flame that will not be broken, and that is the faith that the dead and the living need......"

"That's her and my ...... of faith"

"We are sword cultivators, destined to move forward......"