Dacang Mountain in the western border is three thousand miles away from the Central Plains.

The sun is hidden and the sky is closed, and the sky is towering.

It is cold all year round and spring is rare.

Halfway through the mountain, it seemed that a god had used a sharp weapon to open up a flat land of more than a hundred feet wide, and there were numerous courtyards, and here was a big sword flow.

In fact, this big sword flow was also in the prosperous Central Plains. It was only after three hundred years ago that it formed a bond with a group of powerful martial arts people and was driven to this wilderness.

The leader of the gang, Gu Mu Changfeng, was fifty years old, and was burly and strong, with high eyebrows, low eyes, thick beards, and quite like a barbarian. He had more than 300 disciples under his disciples.

Good at using the big ring sword, a set of strong wind sword techniques, like a storm.

The only son Gu Mu Jianxiong is in his prime at the age of the 18th. However, he is born with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful faces, and looks like a gentle and elegant literary scholar.

Even though I have experienced countless winds and rains, I still have white skin and bright skin, and I can almost squeeze out water. Just like a jade that is not stained with dust, even if it is placed in Dafengyang, I am still a top-notch person.

At first, the lonely wood Changfeng suspected that his wife had secretly added new green to her in this wilderness mountain. However, over the years, there were few people from Central Plains in this Dacang Mountain. His wife only returned to her parents' home a few times. Her parents hated people in Central Plains the most and beat them when they saw them...

After many years, Gu Mu Changfeng still had doubts, but the child was the flesh that fell from his wife after all.

"Take a knife!"

"Cloud Knife!"

"Spray knife!"

...

There are only two people in a huge courtyard, and Gumu Changfeng is teaching his only son Dafeng's sword technique.

"Spinning knife!" Gu Mu Changfeng shouted loudly.

Gu Mu Jianxiong's wrist turned sharply, and his sword was like a storm of lightning.

A gust of wind swept away the momentum of the remaining clouds, and a large pine tree three feet away suddenly shook, scattering countless needles.

"Not bad, but the internal strength is still a little bit short. If you practice for a while, you will be comparable to the top-class master." Gu Mu Changfeng said with relief.

Gu Mu Jianxiong withdrew his knife and walked to his father, saying:

"Dad, I also feel that the sword technique has improved a lot. I just feel that the sword technique taught by my father these days is slightly different from before."

This scholar-like gentleman always feels something is wrong.

Gu Mu Changfeng nodded slightly and said:

"You have grown up, so I won't hide some things from you. This Great Wind Sword Technique was created by my ancestor Gumu. It emphasizes strength and domineeringness, but it lacks some cleverness. The so-called famous and upright sects in the Central Plains have always mocked me for being a big sword Liukong. The emperor will never let it go. Three years ago, I met a strange man at the foot of the mountain for my father, and I was destined to get a divine sword score..."

"Dad, have you met a god?" Gu Mu Jianxiong couldn't help asking.

Gu Mu Changfeng glared at his son who interrupted and continued:

"It's a pity that my father met that man for only one time and never met again. The sword chart was too mysterious to understand all the essence. However, in recent years, my father has also understood some mystery and integrated the understanding of the sword chart into my Great Wind Sword Technique. In this way, my Great Wind Sword can be as fierce as thunder and as clever as a swimming snake. Half a year later, I let those hypocrites who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality see the magical skills of my Great Sword."

"Dad, where are we going in half a year?"

"You are already eighteen years old and should also show up. Half a year later, there was a ten-year martial arts conference in the Central Plains martial arts world. Now the so-called martial arts leader is Zhuge Ru from Tianjian Sect. This old man is fair in his work and sent me an invitation to Dadao Liu. He also said that this martial arts conference is not divided into sects, but requires thousands of swords to come to pay tribute. Most of the martial arts sects in the Central Plains martial arts world are swordsmen. This old Zhuge pretends to be kind and righteous, but actually does not expose my Dadao seriously."

"Dad, are you saying you want to take me to the Central Plains?"

"Not bad, I'll let you fight with them at that time."

"But I'm only eighteen years old. Besides, I've just practiced the Great Wind Sword Technique for a few years, and there's only half a year left. How can I beat them?"

Gu Mu Changfeng frowned slightly. He didn't like this unfilial son's virtue that was weak and inexplicable. Sometimes he really doubted that this child was not a descendant of Gu Mu family. He said coldly:

"Follow me."

The father and son avoided everyone's eyes and came to a secret room underground.

It was even colder here, and the walls were as bright as the sun.

The interior of the secret room is extremely simple, with only one bluestone that is more than a half-human tall, with a long sheathed knife on it.

"Jianxiong, draw out the treasure sword." Gumu Changfeng said in an orderly tone.

Gu Mu Jianxiong carefully picked up the treasure knife, and the "Cang Langlang" sharp knife was unsheathed, and his murderous intent was stern.

The sword light is like the sun and the moon, and the secret room is as bright as the daytime.

"It's indeed a good knife!" Gu Mu Jianxiong couldn't help but praise, "Dad, where did you get it?"

Gu Mu Changfeng narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Jianxiong, do you know that there is a Tianchi on the top of the mountain?"

Gu Mu Jianxiong seemed to be afraid of his father's blame, and said shyly:

"I know, when I was a child, my senior brother and the others often took me there to play. The Tianchi was so strange that it was not frozen and snowy in the cold place."

The lonely wood Changfeng smiled and said:

"Actually, there was no Tianchi there. The day before you were born, a divine object from heaven smashed a big pit. Over time, water accumulates into a pond. The top of the mountain is extremely cold, but the surroundings of the Tianchi are as warm as spring. It is also strange to be a father, so I tried to explore it. The emperor and the gods finally found this magic sword at the bottom of the pond. For the father, he tried the power of this sword in a place where no one was, which was a hundred times greater than that of an ordinary sword. This sword score and the magic sword are both gifted by heaven. One day, they will definitely dominate the martial arts world and kill all the so-called famous sects!"

Gu Mu Jianxiong's excited expression instantly depressed and said:

"Dad, do you have to kill someone to dominate the martial arts world?"

"You don't know some things yet. In fact, our Gumu clan was once a sect in the Central Plains. Three hundred years ago, my Gumu ancestor was still the leader of the martial arts world at that time, but was plotted by villains. They joined forces with more than a dozen gangs to almost destroy my Gumu clan. Fortunately, God is pitiful and protects my ancestor's life, but they can only settle down in this remote village..."

"Dad, when has the revenge been repaid? So many years have passed..."

"What do you know!" Gu Mu Changfeng shouted again, "Although the revenge will come to an end, the revenge will never fade. A gentleman will take revenge for ten years. I have given you a name for Jianxiong to make you stand out, establish a great and overlord, and promote my great sword to spread the power of my great sword. In the future, you will use this sword to practice diligently, and we will set off in three months. Today's matters cannot be spread, and even your mother can't say it. Do you understand?"

"The boy has written it down."

Gu Mu Jianxiong walked out of the secret room, but was depressed.

In fact, he doesn't want to practice swords. He feels that those who practice swords are all reckless men. How great would it be if he could practice swords?

The knife is like a rough man, and does not understand the slightest poetic and picturesque fun.

The sword is light and elegant, and it is a beautiful man.
Chapter completed!