In the Sword-making Villa, everyone was waiting quietly.

Jiang Jiusi had been supporting Xu Boyuan, silently performing exercises to assist in absorbing the effects of the tea, and helping him sort out the meridians in his body.

In order to prevent those damaged meridians from being harmed again, the amount of zhen qi input by Jiang Jiusi was very small, just like a cool mist, swimming slowly.

In the distant night sky, there seemed to be clouds swaying slightly.

Jiang Jiusi's eyebrows suddenly trembled and he looked up.

Amphibian was beside him. Seeing his strange expression, he also looked over there. Under the stars and moon, there were a few thin clouds floating from time to time. It seemed that there was nothing noteworthy, so he asked: "Why?"

Already?"

Jiang Jiusi's eyes were confused and suspicious, and he said: "Under the clouds, no, a little further than that, is Laojun Mountain. It seems that there is a slightly familiar feeling coming from it."

He couldn't help but recall the first deep fear in his life, which was also the turning point that changed his personality.

Jiang Jiusi's gentle, polite, humble and reserved character is not something he was born with.

He was considered a pampered child. He was the only son in Jiang Shangshu's family. Just because he suddenly became interested in swordsmanship when he was six years old, he did not hesitate to invite famous swordsmen in the world to teach him his swordsmanship.

The Jiang family's ancestral internal skills, coupled with the Jiangdong swordsman who loved his talent and taught him everything, made him one of the first-class masters at the age of sixteen.

Luoyang, the eastern capital, has three religions and nine sects, and there are many sects. After Jiang Jiusi became successful in swordsmanship, he often went into hiding to watch people from those sects compete and perform martial arts.

The young hero who was praised highly by others was full of flaws in his eyes. His sword skills, guns, sticks, fists and feet were all flashy, like a scarecrow that could be penetrated by a sword.

The boss of the older generation of the hotel is a bold and courageous businessman. Although he is experienced, he is also clumsy.

He deliberately refused to sign up, repeatedly imitating the stories of ancient swordsmen, and teasing those in the martial arts world by dressing up in street clothes. He painted grumpy old heroes with painted faces, took away the hairpins of heroic heroines, and took away the high-spirited young heroes.

The champion kicked into the mud pit.

At that age, Jiang Jiusi was not only arrogant, he was so arrogant that he almost felt that he was invincible in the Eastern Capital and would become a master within three years. He would fill the civil and military circles of the dynasty and be among the heroes in the world. When he held a sword and commented, they all had mediocre talents.

, a person who is doing nothing.

Even when we were talking about those great figures who had become Grandmasters, on the surface, we naturally still had some respect for them, but in my heart, I still felt that they were all a generation or two older than me, and they had only slowly stepped into the world at that age.

The master's talent and talents are not comparable to his own.

Because of this arrogance, Jiang Jiusi, after playing games with others in Dongdu several times, didn't even bother to deal with any Jianghu sects anymore, and went to the southwest directly to see the relics of the life-and-death battle between many masters.

At that time, the main altar of the Demon Cult was not only demolished, but also burned by fire, and the black embers were covered under the snow and frost.

He was strolling along the steep mountain road, and when he felt like it, he waved away the thick ice and snow to observe the sword marks and palm prints.

In fact, many people in the world have visited those ruins, and they either aroused pride or were shocked and admired. No matter what kind of emotion, in their eyes, those things are just pictures for them to imagine and reminisce about.

Just a view.

Jiang Jiusi wanted to work backwards from these ruins to see what kind of cultivation methods those masters had.

Walking from the Demon Cult Headquarters to the snowy cliff on the verge of the abyss, there are two types of sword marks, the clearest. One seems to be there, with light traces, but it lasts forever. The other is very majestic, like a dragon Qianyu Xiang.

, graceful and wonderful.

In terms of talent, Jiang Jiusi was indeed proud of himself. He could really understand something from those traces, but the more he observed and deduced, the more he couldn't help but immerse himself in the artistic conception of the latter sword mark.

The Jiangdong swordsman's swordsmanship was better than his previous one in his hands, and he introduced the old and brought forth the new. From the figures of Sanjiang Chunshui and Yanyu Tower, more changes in swordsmanship similar to the latter sword marks were born.

After living happily in seclusion on the snow cliff for two months, one day when he was practicing his sword skills again, Jiang Jiusi suddenly discovered that the sword skills he had deduced from the sword marks had unknowingly tampered with his internal strength.

foundation.

The Jiang family's internal strength and Jiangdong's internal sword energy were all deflected without knowing it.

His internal energy seemed to be able to resonate with his own blood. Every time he extended the sword, he felt like his blood was flowing onto the sword. When he sheathed the sword, the coldness on the sword returned to him along with the blood.

in vivo.

In the sixty-day life on the snowy cliffs of Gufeng, for the first time on that day, he felt his heart beat uneasily and his back felt cold.

He reduced the number of times he practiced those sword skills, but he still felt that the coldness in his blood was increasing day by day. Although the blood was still fresh, it was no longer hot.

Jiang Jiusi began to fear this change. One day, he even had to cut his palm open and stick it to his face to make sure that his blood was still warm.

He no longer practiced swordsmanship, but he could not forget those moves. Every day in his dreams, there were reeds, rice, or other things soaked in blood, and... endless corpses who died while trying swords.

Those were not the people he killed, but the people he had killed with that set of swordsmanship. They were all kinds of beauties, men and women, old men and young people who died for that set of swordsmanship.

Later, he visited Laojun Mountain.

After Master Yu Tu learned about his affairs, he asked him to do homework with the disciples of Laojun Mountain, but he had to read ten times more scriptures than other disciples.

Once Jiang Jiusi got distracted during this process and started thinking about sword moves, Xu Boyuan, who received instructions from Master Yu Tu, would hit him on the back of the head with a sap and knock him unconscious.

More than thirty days later, Jiang Jiusi, who was afraid that he would be beaten stupid, hurriedly bid farewell to Master Yu Tu and left Laojun Mountain. Those uncontrollable sword mark moves have been summarized and shortened into one move. One move can be

The sword style he controls.

From that day to this day, there is no longer the arrogant and arrogant Mr. Jiang. Instead, there is the humble and considerate gentleman who is the best swordsman in the Eastern Capital.

But tonight, Jiang Jiusi felt the aura of swordsmanship that almost filled his body with hot blood, turning him into the flower of ice, the beauty of snow, and the shattering cold front.

Although the past is long, the memories in my mind only last in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of everyone around him, Jiang Jiusi just looked up and looked there for a while, then suddenly turned back and asked with a solemn expression: "Have you ever heard of anyone in the world who is suspected of being the successor of the leader of the Demon Cult in recent years?"

news?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this question?"

Wu Pingqiang shook his head, "There are still some remnants of the demon sect, but we have never been able to find them. Most of them possess the master plan of the demon sect's internal skills and a secret martial arts, but there should be no successors to the leader."

"Because the Demon Sect leader's unique swordsmanship, the "Sword Art of Life and Death", was burned into the Sword of the Sect, the Divine Weapon Feiguang. At that time, Shao Lingxiao was killed by Master Yu Tu, the Divine Sword of Wuwei, and the Feiguang Sword.

They all followed his body into the abyss of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southwest, and no one can find it."

"Even if someone still retains some of the moves in that set of swordsmanship, without the cooperation of the Flying Light Sword, it is impossible to truly master them and convince the public."

Mo Jiaojie, who is well-informed and knowledgeable, also said: "Superior martial arts, after all, have the same goal through different paths. In fact, most of the martial arts of the demon sect are not much different from the righteous martial arts."

"But the Flying Light Sword and the "Sword Art of Life and Death" are unique and unique. If they really appear in the world, they will definitely attract attention. I have never heard of such a thing in the past ten years."

Ghost Dragon Jiao Gai also said: "Master Jiang, you are young and have not been to the southwest ten years ago. Otherwise, you would know that such swordsmanship is so suspicious that it should not be seen in the human world! Let alone Fei.

The light has passed, even if the sword is still there, the skills are complete, and Shao Lingxiao comes back from the dead to teach someone, after ten years of hard work, there is no hope that he can master it."

"If you put it this way, there is only one possibility." Jiang Jiusi stared at everyone and asked again, "Shao Lingxiao, is he not dead?"

A simple question with a low tone made everyone who was already thinking deeply fall silent.

In the past ten years, no one would have doubted this issue. When Shao Lingxiao was stabbed through the heart by a sword, the sword energy exploded his skin and flesh, penetrated the acupuncture points all over his body, and died completely before falling into the abyss. That was a lot of people.

Things I witnessed with my own eyes.

However, Laojun Mountain suddenly experienced drastic changes, and Jiang Jiusi brought up this question again for no reason...

Wu Pingqiang raised his voice and asked, "What on earth did you feel just now?"

boom!!!!

There was a strong wind that seemed to be roaring, bombarding from high in the distance and falling on the corner of the patio.

The strong wind ruffled the hair of many people in the courtyard, and also shook the wine bottles and wine glasses on the thirty-two tables.

Anfeiyu had a strong premonition in his heart. He knew that Guan Luoyang moved extremely fast and could control the airflow to cancel out sounds such as air and sonic booms. Instead, he partially converted the resistance of the air into his own boost.

.

Just like when he left, he moved like a ghost. When he came back, he moved so loudly. Not only was he not majestic, but it was a sign that his physical condition might not be good.

Over there, Guan Luoyang knelt on one knee, put his left hand on his chest, and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The Qianhuan treasure clothes behind him changed softly, fluttering and falling in the wind.

"Everyone, immediately evacuate Zhujian Villa and find a place to hide."

His voice fell on the ears of everyone in the courtyard, shaking their heartstrings like an earth-shattering one.

"The Taoist priests on Laojun Mountain have all been wiped out. There should not be many people who took action, but there is at least one grandmaster who looks like a native of the Western Regions, and there is another person who is surrounded by four attendants: Qin, Sword, Shu, and Umbrella. When he drew his sword, his martial arts were compared

Prince Meng, who had just entered the realm of a master at that time, said less..."

Guan Luoyang's snow-white teeth were soaked with blood, and he said decisively, "Ten times stronger than him!!!"

"How is it possible?! "Is this true?" "Laojunshan..." "Where are the two masters..."

Everyone was in an uproar, and their expressions changed.

The eyes of Wu Pingqiang, Mo Jiaohe, Jiao Gai and others were all focused on Jiang Jiusi.

Mo Jing's hand shook and he pulled off a bunch of his beard. He said anxiously: "A new master is also a master, ten times stronger. Is he really not dead?"

Anfeiyu hurriedly stepped forward to pass the Yuhua tea to Guan Luoyang.

At this moment, a childish exclamation came from the guest room of Zhujian Villa.

Guan Luoyang heard the voice and stood up suddenly, feeling a tearing pain in his chest. His back couldn't help but bend a little, and said: "Xia Qing."

Anfeiyu turned around and happened to see the little Taoist priest running over in a hurry, holding a jade snow dragon ring in his hand.

The white jade ring, which originally only emitted a little warm light, was now in the hands of the little Taoist priest, beating fiercely, trembling, and making a sharp trembling.

There was originally a period of time in the evening when Xia Qing needed to infuse the Jade Snow Dragon Ring with the inner Qi of the Glacier Sect. "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, when I was taking this ring just now, it suddenly screamed and it gave me a headache.
To be continued...