The sky was filled with snow, and there was no sign of creatures on the battlefield of the Langfu Battle. But there was a figure moving forward slowly in the heavy snow, with the distance between each step being exactly the same, as if he was using his feet to measure the majesty and vicissitudes of the battlefield ruins bit by bit.
This is a knight wrapped in a black cloak. Even his head is covered with a dark hood, and only a corner is slightly raised under the cloak behind him, revealing a small piece of ebony scabbard.
He raised his head slightly and looked up at the thick clouds on the top. The thick clouds like the quilt in winter covered the sky. It was still noon, but it seemed that it was already darker in the evening. When he looked up, a long white beard floated up from under his hood. Although he still couldn't see his face clearly, the long beard that was flying alone in the wind and snow seemed so desolate and lonely.
This is an old man and a swordsman who comes here to remember his old friend!
He reached out and stroked the huge crossbow that had been burned black, and the black charcoal stained with one hand was the wreckage of the destroyed catapult cart. This was the position of the catapult cart that was destroyed.
The old swordsman sighed and murmured: "When you and I made friends with swords in Jingting Mountain, I lost with one move. I originally thought that after being in seclusion and practicing hard, I would have the opportunity to fight with you again at the top of Jingting. But when I saw you again, things had changed. Now, are you Zhiwen or Duan Shaohuang?"
"There are not many old friends in the world, and now there is one less person. The Four Swords of the World are no longer as glorious as before, but I didn't expect that you will fall first."
The old swordsman walked past the wreckage of the catapult car step by step and looked at them, as if he could witness the great war of the day from these wreckages.
After closing his eyes and pondering for a long time, the old swordman was unsheathed, and a sound of his clothes was broken. The old swordman's sleeve was cut off by his sword. The old swordman threw this long sleeve into the north wind and watched it fly in the wind until he could no longer see it.
"It's cold and I can't offer sacrifices to you, so I use this sleeve to pay tribute to my brother Duan, who is both enemies and friends!"
After saying that, the old swordsman turned around and left, never lingering here again. The footprints left were buried in the wind and snow for a moment, leaving no trace.
====Separation line====
A guest came to the East Courtyard today. The black cloak wrapped around his body, and a small troubling of long beards flew in the wind under the hood. He suddenly appeared, but before he appeared, no one of the many masters in the East Courtyard noticed it in advance!
Chu Linxu's Death God suddenly unsheathed and surrounded the old man with Bai Fuqi. At this moment, only the two of them were left among the people in the East Courtyard. Although they knew that the cultivation level of the visitor was far away, they were not afraid of a fight!
The old man's mouth under the hood seemed to have an inexplicable smile. Just before the two of them wanted to do it, the old man moved first.
There is only one sword, only one sword, the sword that destroys Lan and Yue, and the sword that cuts the river and the sea!
The God of Fallen flew and penetrated deeply into the wall of the East Courtyard, without the hilt of the sword!
Bai Fu retreated, and the lotus condensed by the sword aura collapsed and disappeared in the wind and snow!
"You haven't made much progress in so many years." Although your words sound disdainful, there is an unspeakable pride hidden in your tone.
The old swordsman slowly took off his hood, revealing a withered face, and a purple birthmark was imprinted on the outside of his eye sockets. Time precipitated into deep wrinkles on his face, and each one was scattered with a striking sword, as if these wrinkles were carved out one by one by one by one by one by one by one. But what impressed people the most was the eyes, which were so dark that it made people scary, like a bottomless deep pool that swallowed everything around.
Bai Fuqiu wanted to get up and fight again, but he didn't expect that Chu Linxu immediately waved his hand to block her. He even turned his head to the old man under the attention of Bai Fuqiu and bowed to him respectfully, saying with respect:
"Master! Disciple is unworthy."
This person is the master of Chu Linxu and Ziqi, and the Guhe, known as the "undercurrent sword shadow"!
Before Chu Linxu could say anything else, Gu He had already quietly faced Chu Linxu's eyebrows.
This is a black sword, more than two feet long, with no light on it, and no unnecessary decoration. It only consists of two parts: the hilt and the sword body, and there is not even the sword grid. It is light and flexible, but it is extremely sharp. If Chu Linxu's God of Fallen is the assassination king in the sword, then the sword in Guhe's hand is the god king of assassination!
Ji, this is the name that Guhe gave it. A sword that can swing to the extreme is fast, accurate, ruthless!
The cold energy surrounded the sword, and a faint murderous intent was slowly spreading towards Chu Linxu.
Fujiwa is really interested in killing!
"Do you know your guilt?" Gu He was indifferent, looking at Chu Linxu from top to bottom, and he looked at him coldly without any master-disciple.
"Master, you taught me and Ziqi when you were a child that as a sword cultivator, you should stand up to the sky and the earth, use heaven and earth to make swords, and use righteousness to turn sharp blades. Although we have now rebelled from Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, we do things that follow the righteousness of the world, and we have no shame in the world and the people!"
Chu Linxu said everything in his heart in one breath, because he understood that once he talked about playing, life and death would be completely within the thought of his master Gu He. Needless to mention Gu He's purpose, Gu He had already understood. People in the world are most afraid of betrayal. Chu Linxu and Ziqi joined Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion because of Gu He's friendship. Now Fengyue's seven sons all rebelled out of Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion. As Fan Yang's best friend, Gu He did not restrain his disciples, so he naturally had to give Fan Yang A and Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion an explanation.
There is no better explanation than killing the ignorant disciple!
Gu He silently said, and Bai Fuqiu was stunned for a moment. Logically, Gu He, as Chu Linxu's master, even if he wanted to kill his disciples, it could only be considered as cleaning up the portal. Bai Fuqiu stepped forward to intervene without reason, but emotionally speaking, Bai Fuqiu could not just watch Gu He kill Chu Linxu, so she had already made up her mind if Gu He really had the intention to kill his disciples, she would have to burn her to pieces!
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and only the faint murderous intent still lingers with Chu Linxu.
bite--
A clear sword sound broke the tranquility in the field. The extremely sword body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to break free from Guhe's hands. At the same time, the god of the fallen god in Chu Linxu's hand also trembled rapidly. The two swords were like a father and son whispering to each other. A wonderful sword rhyme that seemed to exist and vague began to spread out from the two swords, slowly dispelling the murderous intent that had originally lingered.
This is the choice of Jihe Shen!
"Old friend, do you want to disobey me too?"
Gukawa murmured to himself, and the pole in his hand stopped trembling at this moment, but it still slowly dispelled the murderous intent that was scattered in the sword, which was no longer obvious.
"Forget it, get up."
It seemed that he was a little depressed. After seeing the extreme resistance to himself, Gukawa stopped insisting. Anyway, he was not a member of Qingfeng Fuyue Pavilion, but just the righteousness, or the entrusted by a friend.
In fact, killing and not killing are in the thought of Gu He. Gu He returned to the sword and entered the sheath, and the last murderous intent disappeared. Gu He thought of walking in the inner hall, and Chu Linxu followed respectfully behind him, which reminded him of his appearance when he was a child. At that time, Chu Linxu and Ziqi were Gu He’s sword boys, holding the two swords of the Shiji and Ji. At this moment, Ji was still by Gu He’s side, and the Shiji had already become Chu Linxu’s matching sword.
Chu Linxu carefully poured a bowl of hot tea for Gu He and respectfully brought the tea bowl to Gu He. After Gu He took the tea bowl, Chu Linxu bowed in front of Gu He again and kowtowed three times in succession. It was heavier and heavier.
Regardless of the hot tea, Guhe drank it all in one gulp, which immediately made Chu Linxu feel relieved.
As long as the master is willing to drink this bowl of tea, it means that the master has already exposed the previous incident.
Chu Linxu's eyes fluttered, then gritted his teeth and kowtowed again and said, "Master, I dare to ask, is Shang Zhengyu attacked in the Fengyu Pavilion in the middle of the night that day? Is it also the master's hands?"
Chapter completed!