During the long rainy day, blood flowed into the blacksmith shop. The people around him were so frightened that they ran far away, not daring to take a step closer, for fear that they would be the next to die. The screams coming from inside were terrifying.
Terrified.
A young man with an expression so stiff that he couldn't move came out, holding a woman similar to him in his arms, but she was lifeless at the moment, and her white dress was stained with blood.
A general in armor trotted to the door with a team of troops. Seeing the situation inside, the deputy general was very unhappy. He frowned and pulled out his sword to kill the little swordsmith.
The general stopped him and asked the young swordsmith, "Did you kill the people inside?"
The young man still held the woman, his eyes only remaining on the woman's face, never leaving his gaze for a moment.
"yes."
"Do you know who they are?"
"have no idea."
"Okay, let me tell you, there are three people, one is the son of the Minister of Dali Temple, one is the son of General Daxuewei, and the other one is the current king of the county. Do you know?"
"knew."
His face was still expressionless, as if this had nothing to do with him.
The deputy general scolded angrily: "Bold madman, the general is talking to you! You killed three powerful people without showing any remorse. This general will punish you on the spot!"
The general wanted to stop him, but it was too late, the knife had already fallen.
Just as his head was about to fall to the ground, a powerful sword energy suddenly burst out from the young man's body, breaking the falling knife.
Everyone was shocked. They all knew that this little swordsmith was just a little mute who couldn't practice swords and could only make iron. Calling him a swordsmith was because of the owner of this blacksmith shop.
, specially build weapons for the army, otherwise they would be no different from beggars.
He doesn't talk much on weekdays, so everyone always calls him little mute. Over time, he gets used to it.
The people behind him were about to rush forward and chop the little mute to death. The general immediately stopped them, "Stop it!"
The young man still didn't feel afraid, he just looked at the woman who had been dead for a long time in his arms tenderly, and suddenly smiled on his eternal face, and whispered to the girl, "Lame girl, I think I know how to do it"
Let’s practice swordsmanship.”
It turns out that this little lame girl is a little mute who has lived here for many years. When he first came here, he couldn't even get enough food and clothing. Thanks to the little lame girl, he took care of him. No one paid attention to him, and she was his only friend.
The little mute has always liked practicing swordsmanship. Only the little lame girl knows that his dream is not to make swords, but to become a world-famous swordsman. But no one teaches him, no one values him, and he can’t even hold a sword.
.The two of them always talked and laughed about this, and it was only the two of them who talked and laughed.
The general dismounted and glanced at him and the girl, "What's your name?"
He didn't speak. He just held the lame girl and walked out step by step. However, he walked very slowly and unsteadily, as if his legs were also lame. It started to snow lightly in the sky, but there was no blood in the blacksmith shop.
Can't cover it.
"General, the superiors have ordered this little mute to be executed immediately, we~"
"Okay, I know this, General. Go out and look for anyone of similar age and stature. Bring them to me. This little
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Mute, all of you just pretend you didn’t see it, got it?”
"This~ is General."
After that, the blacksmith shop was demolished, and I don’t know what kind of business it was used for later. It’s just that Xixia lost a little mute who made swords, and gained a little Taoist priest who claimed to be useless.
Liu Wuyong took two steps, but those steps were in the air, and he got closer to Xiao Pojun's location step by step.
A sword energy burst out from his hand. Xiao Pojun, who was surrounded by eight people, looked up at the sword, and finally there was some movement in his eyes. The sword flew up from the ground, and a series of broken swords were swept into the sky, and the sword
They fought hard and angry.
There was just a roar, the sword energy was exhausted, and the broken sword fell to pieces at his feet.
Liu Wuyong smiled and nodded, stepping forward in the air, wanting to strike again.
But a sword suddenly flew from the side, interrupting his steps.
The old Taoist priest swung his sword away, and the Tianya sword flew back into the hands of an old man flying from the air.
Both of them are old guys who practice swordsmanship, and each of them attracted attention at this moment.
"I didn't expect that there is a sword wielder like you in the Xixia army. It seems that I don't have to tangle with those little minions anymore."
The old Taoist priest stopped and looked at the old man who came out halfway, "Who are you? I have never heard of a swordsman like you in Qingzhou."
"Oh, you really are an expert in the art of guarding, but if you take my sword, how do you know that I am a good swordsman? If you are afraid, just go back and stay!"
Xiao Pojun knew Lao Huang's identity, no longer lingered, turned around and ran straight towards Feng Yu.
The eight people wanted to step forward to stop them, but Lao Huang frowned, stood in the air, and swept his sword. The sword energy directly stopped the eight masters who had entered the Taoist realm.
At this time, the old Taoist priest stared at the old man in front of him with even more joy, "Since everyone is a swordsman, let's try your sword."
"There are many people practicing swordsmanship in the world. If you want to try my sword, you have to see if you have this ability!"
The old Taoist priest's sword didn't have any fancy tricks, but there were several sharp sword auras appearing around him, each of which was the pinnacle of the sword's will. In the Dongxuan realm, I'm afraid no one would dare to take on a sword aura forcefully.
With a wave of the iron sword in his hand, several rays of sword energy attacked Lao Huang.
Lao Huang smiled and nodded, "That's interesting."
The sword was held horizontally in front of him, and the powerful sword aura on the Tianya sword came out from his body, forming a transparent aura.
The sword energy hit the Gang Qi shield violently, but it failed to penetrate even slightly and dissipated on the spot.
"Would you like some more?"
The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Then have some more."
With the iron sword in his hand, with a simple movement, the Gang Qi filled the sword body, and lotus flowers suddenly appeared.
Lao Huang watched the thousands of lotus flowers above his head fall, and just raised the Tianya Sword. Suddenly, a violent storm shook, and the thick vitality of heaven and earth merged into the sword, forming a terrifying tornado.
A tornado rising over the prairie is such an appalling thing.
A brilliant sword light struck from one end of the city gate to the other end of the Xixia army, tearing the thousands of lotus flowers in half. The originally threatening sword intent on the lotus disappeared, and the pale pink breath slowly fell from both sides of the sword light.
, no more lethality.
"There is such a swordsman in Xixia. Your sword is not bad."
"Being able to obtain the Huangquan layman
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"Oh? How do you know who I am?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and did not point out anything. He just said, "I still have a sword. I would like to ask Master Huang Quan to give me some advice."
Old Huang also became interested, "Let's use it and have a look. I also want to know how powerful your strongest sword is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron sword in the old Taoist priest's hand became dull, and his eyes lost their luster and everything else.
At this moment, in the mind of the old Taoist priest, the scenes of the past slowly appeared and changed, and they did not stop until the scene of holding the lame girl appeared. He looked up at the sky, as if there was her shadow on the horizon.
"A sword of desolation!"
A sentence that seemed to come from the horizon made all the people fighting on the ground stop.
The originally clear sky suddenly turned into a dense darkness, and the iron sword flew into the black and disappeared. Thunder and lightning flashed in the black clouds, making people feel that this world is too depressing.
Old Huang looked at this sword and became serious, "Activate the sword and use his own power to block the way of heaven. How can this old Taoist priest's swordsmanship be so different? It is tempered by thunder and absorbs the heat of the sun, but this
This sword actually carries a strong aura of death, no wonder it is called Desolation."
A huge sword blade emerged from the black cloud, about a hundred feet long, and the terrifying pressure seemed to be a messenger from hell. Just looking at it, it felt as if his own blood was about to be drained by him.
Lao Huang looked at this sword, and his figure suddenly rose a few points.
The Tianya sword was originally simple and dull, but at this moment, I don’t know what kind of thoughts played in Lao Huang’s mind, and it turned into a light-like existence. The wind blew under my feet, and the broken swords scattered on the prairie began to tremble as if they had been summoned.
, flew into the sky instantly, formed a stegosaurus, and opened its bloody mouth.
The violent power shook the surrounding area. Feng Yu also raised his sword to block, but was forced to keep sliding back. In the black clouds, the lightning became stronger, and it started raining heavily. It was not known where the rain came from.
Where did it come from? Was it given by God or created by human emotions?
The sword dragon roared upwards and suddenly collided with the falling black giant sword in the sky.
The sword energy filled the sky, and the dark clouds were blown away in the blink of an eye. The heavy rain was also stopped in the air by the sword energy, and it took a long time to fall.
Outside Tianqiong Pass, a rainbow of seven colors appeared on this day, and there was also a magical scene of a dragon swallowing the sun.
The man who was talking to the old Taoist priest in the distance was also covering his eyes and looking at the sky carefully.
"No wonder my uncle asked me to take this old Taoist priest with me, so that one man can serve as a thousand troops!"
Everything returned to calm. The old Taoist priest stood there with the iron sword in his hand. He took a deep look at Lao Huang.
"I lost this battle."
"Kendo is not bad with you, but while I am still alive, no one in this world is allowed to be able to master swordsmanship!"
The old Taoist priest turned around and left, but after just a few steps, he had already returned to the handsome man.
"Who is this person?"
"The former number one swordsman, the former master of Sword Saint Qian Mie, Huang Quan Wentian."
The warriors who heard the words of the old Taoist priest were all shocked. This man was Huang Quan Wentian, who no one dared to stop when he entered that place! Didn't it mean that God had already taken action to kill him? He actually appeared here,
They still defeated the Xixia Sword God who was already undefeated in their eyes in one fell swoop.