In the autumn of the eleventh year of the Yuanwu Dynasty of the Great Qin Dynasty, a rare rainstorm swept across the entire Changling Tomb. Dark clouds as heavy as lead accompanied by terrifying thunder made the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty seem to have fallen into a demon world.
At the port of the Wei River outside the city, countless officials and sergeants in black official uniforms stood densely, despite the violent wind and rain, their bodies were nailed to the ground like iron nails, motionless.
Amidst the turbulent waves, a giant iron-clad ship suddenly sailed in!
A bolt of lightning across the sky fell at this moment, illuminating the black and heavy iron-clad giant ship in white.
All the officials and sergeants standing on the edge of the port changed their colors in horror.
The collision head of this giant iron-clad ship was actually the head of a real Aolong!
Even though the beast's head, which was bigger than the carriage, had been chopped off at the neck, its crimson pupils still shone with mad killing intent, and its monstrous power was even more astonishing than the raging waves.
Before the huge ship docked, the three officials flew across the river for tens of meters, and landed on the bow deck like three heavy hammers.
What made the three officials even more horrified was that there were terrible gaps and debris everywhere on the top of the huge ship. , the old man with the appearance of an old servant stood ghostly at the corner of the ship's side, and he couldn't see the figure of the person they were waiting for.
"Master Han, where is Director Ye?"
The three officials saluted in unison and asked while holding back their shock.
"You don't need to be too polite, Chief Ye has already gone to the hiding place of the remnants of the sword furnace." The old man who looked like an old servant bowed slightly in return, but while speaking, in the rainstorm, he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, but his eyes Extraordinarily deep and cold, exuding a shocking domineering aura.
"Director Ye has already left?" The three officials trembled at the same time, and couldn't help but look back into the city at the same time.
The entire Changling Mausoleum has been shrouded in heavy rain and twilight, only the phantoms of tall turrets looming.
At the same time, a black umbrella suddenly appeared on a river south of Changling City.
The person holding the black umbrella walked towards a back alley on the bank of the big river as if walking on flat ground on the choppy river.
There were six black-clothed officials of different heights holding the same black umbrella, whose faces could not be seen under the cover of the black umbrella, quietly stopped on the shore and waited for this person.
After this person landed, the six officials did not make any extra movements, nor did they make any sound, but followed behind silently.
In the back alley, there was an ordinary square courtyard, which gradually became the center of these black umbrellas that began to exude a murderous aura.
The sound of water ticking, mixed with the sound of chewing food.
A middle-aged man in a rough black coat with cuffs rolled up was eating his dinner under the rainy eaves of the square courtyard.
The man was dressed in shabby black clothes, his messy hair was tied up with a straw rope, the soles of a pair of cloth shoes were almost worn out, and the nails of his hands were full of filth. the difference.
His dinner is also very ordinary and simple, just a bowl of thick rice, a dish of green vegetables, and a dish of dried tofu, but this middle-aged man eats it very sweet, and he has to chew every bite dozens of times before he slowly eats it. Swallow it down.
After chewing the last ball of rice, the middle-aged man reached out for a wooden ladle hanging under the eaves, scooped a ladle of clear water from the water tank next to it, drank it all in one gulp, and then took a drink with satisfaction. Burp.
At the same time as he belched, the front black umbrella just stopped at the gate of his small courtyard.
A snow-white official boot protrudes from under one of the black umbrellas, which is extremely eye-catching in the heavy black color.
After the official boots, there is a snow-white long skirt, wanton flowing blue hair, thin lips, and eyebrows as light as distant mountains in the rain.
Walking like a leisurely stroll across the turbulent river, it turned out to be a beautiful woman with a bookish look and a particularly attractive waist.
She walked out from under the black umbrella, let the autumn rain wet her hair, walked lightly into the courtyard of the middle-aged man, then saluted the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Ye Ce Leng met Mr. Zhao Qi .”
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, but just by raising his eyebrows, the edges and corners of his face seemed to suddenly become vivid, and his body began to exude an unspeakable charm.
"I've been in Changling for three years, and this is the first time I've seen Chief Ye."
He didn't return the salute, but just smiled slightly, but his gaze passed over the woman's body, into the overlapping streets and alleys in the autumn rain in the distance.
"Changling is really boring after looking at it for a long time. It's just like your Qin people's swords and behaviors. They go straight, horizontal and vertical, and they are flat and stable. Even the streets and walls are either gray or black. There is no aesthetic feeling. Watching it at night today The chief's demeanor caught my eye, but it seems to be very different from this Changling."
His words were calm and clear, just like casual sighs when chatting with others when he was full of tea and food, but as soon as he uttered these few words, the faces of all the people under the black umbrella outside the courtyard turned cold.
"Bold! Zhao Zhan, the remnant of the Sword Furnace! Chief Yesi is here in person, and you are arrested without a fight, yet you dare to say such cruel words!"
A cold shout suddenly sounded from under a black umbrella parked in the distance.
Obviously deliberately to let the middle-aged man and the woman in white dress see their faces clearly, the loud umbrella holder lifted the umbrella cover. This is a young man with an exceptionally handsome face, red lips and white teeth, jade-like complexion, and twinkling eyes Such as cold electricity.
"oh?"
There was a light humming sound.
The middle-aged man's slightly frowned brows parted, and he looked relieved: "No wonder the aura is much weaker than other people... So you are not one of the six priests of Jiantiansi, so you should be the prisoner of the gods. official."
The hands of this handsome young official in black were trembling imperceptibly at first, and the previous action seemed to have cost him a lot of courage. At this time, he heard the middle-aged man say that his breath was stronger than that of the umbrella holders behind. It was too weak, and some anger suddenly ignited in his eyes, but his breathing couldn't help but become more rapid.
The eyes of the middle-aged man have already left his body and landed on the woman in the white skirt. He smiled slightly at the woman in the white skirt and said: "At this age, he has already crossed the fourth realm half a step. He is in your dynasty. It should be considered a rare talent."
The woman in the white skirt smiled, showing two dimples on her cheeks, "Sir, you are right."
"He probably just admires you and wants to impress you." The middle-aged man looked at the woman in the white dress meaningfully, "Would it be a pity?"
"What do you mean?" The handsome young official's face suddenly turned extremely white, his heavy clothes were drenched with cold sweat, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.
The woman in the white dress turned her head to look at him, and smiled slightly, giving the impression that she had no ill feeling towards this handsome young man, but a drop of rain falling on her side suddenly stopped.
Then the drop of rain began to accelerate, to a terrifying degree, and in the process of accelerating, it naturally elongated into a thin, small sword.
There was a soft "chi" sound.
The inside of the black umbrella was covered with blood, and the head of the handsome young official fell off his neck and landed together with the flying black umbrella. His eyes were tightly open, and he couldn't believe it was real.
"So brave!"
The middle-aged man clapped his hands and cheered, "Even the people in the Shendu prison who monitored your actions were killed with a single sword. Chief Ye is really brave, but it's rare to kill yourself for a word that doesn't go your way." As a cultivator, Chief Ye doesn't seem to have much heart."
The woman in the white skirt mocked slightly: "Whatever a woman wants, breasts are enough."
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, he never thought that the woman in the white skirt would say such a sentence.
"It makes sense."
He laughed self-deprecatingly, "A character like Chief Ye, no matter what he does or says, he really doesn't need to care too much about other people's opinions."
The eyelashes of the woman in the white dress trembled slightly, and her lips parted slightly. However, at this moment, she sensed something, frowned slightly, but stopped making any sound.
The smile on the middle-aged man's face subsided at this moment, the few tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were smoothed by some strange fluorescent lights, the hair and skin on his body began to shine with a jade luster, and a billowing heat made the sky All the raindrops falling from the sky turned into white water vapor, and a strong killing atmosphere began to fill the small courtyard.
"Although there are different majors, practitioners in the world are divided into nine realms according to their strength, and each realm is divided into three ranks. Your Majesty the Emperor, what realm has he reached now?" When saluting, he did not return the salute, but at this moment, he bowed deeply seriously and asked solemnly.
"I don't have a heart, so I won't answer your question without any benefit." The woman in the white dress looked at him calmly, and said in a non-negotiable tone, "One question per person."
The middle-aged man pondered slightly, then raised his head: "Okay."
The woman in the white skirt didn't discuss the priority at all, and asked directly first: "The disciples of Jianlu are all cultivating swords of death, and they don't even care about their own lives. If you don't secretly form a faction, and don't try to steal my dynasty's practice books, what exactly do you want to do?"
The middle-aged man looked at her and sighed softly: "No matter how strong the secret treasury Musashi in your place of practice is, can it be as strong as what that person left behind?"
His rhetorical question was very short, and he didn't even mention the name of "that person". However, these two words seemed to be a taboo. Hearing these words at this moment, the black umbrellas in their hands trembled slightly at the same time, and countless water splashes shook from the surface of the umbrella.
The woman in the white skirt was displeased immediately, she sneered and said, "It's been so many years, you still don't give up, and want to see if that person left anything behind?"
The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but looked into the depths of her eyes with great interest, waiting for her next answer.
The woman in the white skirt looked at this middle-aged man who was becoming more and more attractive, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic to him, and said softly: "My lord has reached the top rank of the seventh realm five years ago, and I haven't made a move in the past five years. I don't know the answer to this Are you satisfied?"
"I have already reached the top level of the Seventh Realm five years ago. Five years of time should be enough to break the mirror. So, it is really possible to have reached the Eighth Realm?" A gleam appeared in the middle-aged man's eyebrows. Deep frustration and sorrow, but in the next moment, they all disappeared, and all turned into sharp sword intent!
His whole body began to glow, like a peerless sword that had been hidden in its sheath for many years, suddenly unsheathed!
All the dry and growing wormwood on the walls and ridges of the small courtyard were chopped into several pieces by the sharp breath and flew away.
"please!"
The middle-aged man took a deep breath. In his eyes, it seemed that only the woman in the white dress was left.
"Zhao Zhan, the seventh apprentice of Jian Furnace, will teach Ye Sishou Qiushui sword!"
When his voice sounded, the woman in the white skirt was still silent and didn't seem to have any reaction, but the five black-clothed officials outside the courtyard all gave a low groan, and their figures walked around the five corners of the courtyard, the black umbrella in their hands shook violently at the same time. spin up.
The black umbrella surface like a round shield, with the sharp rotation, instead of spilling countless raindrops, it shot out countless streams of energy.
boom!
The entire small courtyard bulged out like paper, and instantly exploded into countless burning fragments.
There were muffled humming sounds under the umbrella. These burning fragments contained amazing power, which made the soles of the shoes of the five officials holding the umbrellas rub against the wet stone road.
The dense energy forms an airtight wall, and few burning fragments pierce through. The billowing heat and burning sparks are forced to vent towards the sky above. From a distance, it looks like a tower standing between the sky and the earth. A huge furnace was set up.
In the center of Hong Furnace, Zhao Zhan, a middle-aged man, had a small crimson sword at some point in his hand.
This sword is only two feet long, but the raging real fire from the blade and the tip of the sword has formed a fireball several meters long!
In front of him, the woman in the white dress whom he called the head of Yesi had disappeared, only thousands of fine raindrops were caged towards him like countless small swords.
…
At the moment when five officials with black umbrellas made their move, dozens of sword masters with various long swords poured into this back alley like ghosts.
These sword masters have the same aura as those of the five umbrella-holding officials. In such a storm, the raindrops that fall around their bodies fly away in fear as if they were alive. A transparent air mass came out, like an independent world.
Such a scene can only show that they, like the five black umbrella officials, are rare practitioners with unimaginable means.
However, at this moment, listening to the continuous roar in the small courtyard, seeing the water droplets constantly splashing in the surrounding puddles due to the vibration of the ground, and they couldn't even feel the general situation of the fight inside, their faces were getting paler and paler. There is also more and more cold sweat.
They had already known exactly what kind of Zhao Guojian furnace existed before, but today they finally realized that their estimate of the sword furnace was still too low.
The time was actually very short, so short that even the nearby people thought it was thunder and didn't realize what it was. There was a strange cracking sound suddenly on the black umbrella curtain surrounding the small courtyard.
A black umbrella couldn't support it, and it flew nearly a hundred meters to one side.
The black-clothed officials with sheathless iron swords scattered around the small courtyard changed their colors in shock at the same time, and the four black-clothed sword masters behind the several black umbrellas suddenly uttered a stern voice, and drew their swords to block them. forward.
Dangdangdang four loud bangs, four long swords of various colors were bent into a semicircle at the same time, the soles of the four black-clothed swordsmen trembled, and they wanted to hold on forcibly, but in the next instant, the four black-clothed swordsmen all said A mouthful of bloody arrows was sprayed out, and the flying birds with broken wings collapsed and flew out one after another.
The gust of air gushing out from the gap in the black umbrella curtain still persisted. It passed through a vegetable garden, destroyed two fences, passed through a wide street, and rushed to a sesame oil shop across the street. shop.
There was a bang.
The several door panels leaning against the entrance of the sesame oil shop burst into countless small pieces first, and then half of the shop was abruptly collapsed, the roof tiles smashed to the ground, and a large amount of dust surged.
"Which goddamn rainy day driver doesn't have eyes, and still drives so fast! Ruined my shop!"
An ear-piercing scream exploded from the half-collapsed shop, and a middle-aged woman holding an oil spoon rushed out in grief and indignation, as if to hit someone, but the moment she saw the scene in front of her clearly, the The oil spoon in the hand of a middle-aged woman fell to the ground, and she let out an even more ear-piercing scream.
"Tiansi handles the case!"
A black-clothed swordsman who was so shaken that he spewed blood and arrows fell down on the bluestone road in front of the shop. Hearing the scream of the middle-aged woman, he forced himself to stand with his long sword bent like a crescent. He raised his voice and let out a stern shout. The killing intent made the middle-aged woman tremble all over, and her cry stopped.
At this moment, what surprised the black-clothed swordsman with a stern face was that another young man, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, walked out of the half-collapsed sesame oil shop with an oil bottle. , but on the dusty and immature face, there was no expression of fear in the slightest.
He just looked curiously at the black-clothed swordsman with clear eyes, and then his eyes passed over the black-clothed swordsman's body and fell behind the two destroyed fences.
In his line of sight, a graceful woman in a white dress was walking out of the gap in the black umbrella curtain.
"Bury him honorably."
The dress of the woman in the white skirt was already soaked, and she seemed extremely tired. When several black oil umbrellas gathered to help her block the falling rain above, she just said these three words softly.