Chapter 1: I want to borrow the young master's wooden sword
In the autumn of the first year of God's blessing, the small town, which had been relatively sunny, suddenly suffered a heavy rain. According to the old people in the town, this heavy rain was the likes of which they had never seen in all their lives.
It rains heavily for no reason, that is a bad omen.
"boom!"
A bright light flashed out from the dark clouds, followed by the trembling sound of thunder. This heavy rain made the originally quiet town feel like it had fallen into hell. The villagers looked at their farmland and couldn't bear it.
He sighed: "I'm afraid the wheat in the field is flooded!"
The northernmost part of the town is a newly repaired road. At this time, there are countless officials and soldiers in military uniforms standing densely on the road. Even if the rain soaks through their clothes, the soldiers are still staring straight ahead, without any trace of pain in their bodies.
Relaxation is like the silver gun in their hands.
After an unknown amount of time, an old man wearing a coir raincoat and carrying a long sword on his back appeared in people's sight. The old man seemed to be a soul, walking silently and without a breath, so he quietly walked up to the soldiers.
"Lord Netherworld!"
After the old man appeared, the soldiers roared angrily, the sound was loud and uniform, and it felt as if Thunder God in the sky had knocked a hammer.
The old man nodded slightly in response. In the heavy rain, the old man's appearance was outlined by the lightning. Under his kind eyes, he exuded a shocking domineering force. A strong man should have the aura of a strong man, not to mention that the old man in front of them is no longer
It can be described as strong. The number one sword guard beside the emperor is truly in the Xuantian realm. How many people in the world can bear the title of Xuantian realm?
"Lord Netherworld, when will we take action?" an official before the soldier asked in a low voice after saluting.
"wait!"
A voice like a ghost from hell came out from the old man's throat, and before the voice really hit the ground, a white light flashed in the sky, a white light that was different from lightning, and in everyone's eyes
It's light, but in the old man's eyes, it's just a shadow, a beautiful shadow!
The old man looked into the distance and smiled. Then he saw the long sword on the old man's back rising into the air, and the old man stepped forward and lightly stepped on the sword.
The sword rises!
The old man gave a soft drink and then flew away with his sword in the eyes of everyone, disappearing from the sight of the soldiers in the blink of an eye.
Sword!
That is something that in legend can only be done by gods. Could it be that Lord Netherworld has entered the fairyland?
The soldiers were shocked with a little bit of envy.
In the northernmost part of the town, a skinny old man in his seventies, wearing slightly yellowed linen clothes, stood in front of his thatched house, looking at the pouring rain with solemn eyes, as if he was waiting for something.
After a while, the rain beside the thatched house seemed to lighten up a bit. The old man grinned and said, "Here we come!" and then ran towards the inside of the thatched house.
In the innermost part of the thatched house, there was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, as if it was another good dream.
The old man pushed the young man gently, and the young man woke up, and then he groaned in a vague tone: "Old slave, why are you up so late at night?"
"I would like to borrow the young master's wooden sword." The old man replied respectfully.
"Just take it."
The young man may have been disturbed by his dream, so he spoke in a very irritable tone.
The old man chuckled, and then walked out of the thatched house holding the wooden sword, which was only half the length of a normal iron sword. As soon as the old man took a step out of the thatched house, he saw a white dress falling to the ground in his yard, looking up.
It was a face that was astonishing to the world, with thousands of blue hairs fluttering in the wind, and the woman's eyes, nose, mouth, and figure were all extremely beautiful.
After seeing the woman, the old man thought to himself that it would be good for such a woman to be my young master's wife.
Apparently the woman didn't know what the old man was thinking, so she took three steps forward leisurely, then gave a slight bow to the old man, and said with a smile: "Little girl Jiang Yixuan has met Lord Nu."
slave!
That is the old man in front of the woman, an old man who has never mentioned his original name to others, an old man who has called himself an old slave for half his life, an old man who is famous in the world. For the sake of convenience, people in the world call him this old man.
Lord slave.
"I'm afraid you alone are not enough, right?" the old slave asked softly.
"Then add me, are you satisfied?"
Hearing the sound before seeing anyone, he heard the sound before someone came.
During the heavy rain, an old man like a ghost floated over. He looked about the same age as the old slave beside the thatched house, but he used the word "you" when he spoke.
A master in the Xuantian Realm can be called by your name, wouldn't that person be above the Immortal Realm?
The old slave looked at the man in front of him, chuckled, and then said with a grin: "We haven't seen each other for ten years, and you have also learned the tricks of flying with a sword."
"Junior Netherworld Mountain has seen Lord Nu!" The old man held his sword and saluted slightly.
If the soldiers outside saw this scene, how would they feel? Two real Xuantian masters were so respectful at this time. Is it possible that someone in this world has really entered the threshold of immortality?
"That's all. Why don't you become an adult? This old slave is just a villager in the mountains now. The difference between being an adult and an adult is a thousand miles away." The old slave replied with a smile, then looked at the two people outside the house and asked.
Said: "Tell me, for what purpose?"
"We hope that Lord Nu can take the remnants of the previous dynasty with us!" Netherworld Mountain replied.
"I'm afraid I can't walk." The old slave took a step forward, stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater outside, then put it in front of his mouth to taste it, and then said with a smile: "Old slave, I can't walk anymore.
, my young master is born to be a lazy person, I’m afraid he loves it even more and won’t leave.”
Netherworld Mountain and Jiang Yixuan looked at each other, then took a step back, saluted at the same time, and shouted at the same time: "Master Nu, I'm sorry!"
The old slave chuckled but did not reply.
In an instant, a sharp sword and a scimitar were stabbed straight at the old slave, making a harsh sound in the wind.
Two Xuantian Realm masters didn't even bother to bully the smaller ones, and they attacked the scrawny old slave at the same time. How many people in the world could be treated like this?
The old slave has accepted countless challenges, but he has always allowed the younger generation to show off all kinds of amazing moves. I remained unmoved, taking one step back and one step forward, blocking the wooden sword in my hand in front of me.
.
The sword struck down on the head, and the scimitar struck from the side.
The old slave first raised his left hand to hold the sharp sword that was said to be able to cut gold like a sliver of wire. Then he leaned his body to avoid the scimitar coming from the side. He shot out his right hand and hit Netherworld Mountain's chest like thunder.
, Netherworld Mountain took half a step back
Then she stopped steadily. If the sword failed, she would strike again. The scimitar in Jiang Yixuan's hand was swung horizontally. There was nothing flashy about her sword, except for the word "quick".
There is no mystery beyond that.
But the old slave seemed to be faster and dodged the knife again as if he was leisurely walking.