Jin Bang: I can’t hide my role as Peach Blossom Sword God!

The night rain was ethereal, and the air smelled of dust and blood

Listening to this drizzling rain, the cold air surrounds, and the sound of hurried footsteps trampling the puddles.

A Miaoling woman dressed in a Yin Kui style costume rushed to the lightly lit inn, looked at the corpses everywhere but did not panic at all, pushed open the door of the inn and walked in

The seven or eight people in the inn were all disciples of the Yin Kui Sect, and sitting in the center was Zhu Yuyan, the master of the Yin Kui Sect.

In the bright firelight, Zhu Yuyan’s eyes were deep, holding a glass of heavy wine

The years did not leave any marks on her face, looking horizontally, and the youthful appearance of not being a few years older than her side was twisted, her eyebrows were inserted obliquely into her sideburns, and her eyes were as black as paint under the firelight, and she was very radiant.

And on the white face that was like a flawless white jade carving, he was intoxicated with the thoughts of yesterday’s past, and he couldn’t help but look at it, but he couldn’t bear to disturb half a point.

The disciple who pushed the door in stopped and was stunned for a while before cautiously asking

“Door Master?”

This call made Zhu Yuyan come back to her senses, and her gentle thoughts immediately converged and became cold

“But all dealt with?”

“All the people in the vicinity have been wiped out, and although they are some first-class remnants, they are surprisingly powerful, but fortunately, there is no one who can escape.”

The disciple responded, but there was a slight pause, “However, there are many people gathered near Wudang Mountain, and we didn’t catch up to clean up. ”

Zhu Yuyan frowned slightly, then nodded and said

“You guys did a great job.”

The world’s warriors gather in Wudang, and the people who plan to gather want to come to the Central Plains to fish in troubled waters, although it is a fool’s dream, but it cannot be eradicated.

Her purpose in coming to Wudang Mountain was to find people, and there was no need to waste time on these self-sufficiency people.

With blood still on her fingertips, she got up and walked out of the inn, listening to the gurgling world

The rain is washing away death and mourning.

“Peerless Divine Palace…”

She murmured and pouted disdainfully.

These were the people who had come to the Infinite Divine Palace to recruit her

But although she is a person in the Demon Gate, she also knows that this is the land of the Central Plains, how can she be with thieves from other countries.

With these local chickens and dogs, they actually want to use the gathering of heroes from all over the world to set up a situation in Wudang, and they really don’t know whether they are dead or alive.

She looked up at the golden list glowing golden in the night sky in the night rain, and fell silent for a while.

“You, you should be here, too…”

……

Poof-poof-

The wind is roaring, the sword is roaring

The rain cleared the waves, and the enemy’s blood flowed.

“Ahem…”

Feng Qingyang stood in the rain, and under his feet were corpses, and there were many wounds on his body.

As the last place in the kendo ranking, he has been hidden in the world for many years, but he was exposed by the gold list, and he was created by the Dao, and realized that “there is no trick to win”.

He was originally a great grandmaster realm, and now that he had the golden list born, how could he be willing to hide in the world

In order to pursue a higher level of kendo, he broke away from Huashan to recreate the rivers and lakes, and heard rumors that the old sword god would reappear in Wudang, and he was also determined to come and see it.

But today at the foot of Wudang Mountain, he encountered an ambush.

The injuries on his body were not serious

The realm strength of the Great Master of Kendo is not a decoration, even if it is arranged in advance, it also kills with a sword.

He picked up his sword and looked at it, but his brows were furrowed

“These are actually Mongols…”

Mongolia, outside the Great Song.

Wudang is far away in the territory of the Ming Kingdom, and these Mongols do not attack the Song Kingdom, but they come to the Ming Kingdom from far away, but it is difficult to figure out.

Moreover, these people who surrounded and killed him were all grandmaster-level masters, and there were many powerful people, if it weren’t for his Dao Dao Creation and Sword Dao going further, he might have planted here this time.

If he can’t figure it out, then he doesn’t think about it.

Then laughed three times, did not care about the injuries on his body, put away and walked towards Wudang Mountain.

He came and thought so much.

Just looking at the ups and downs of the world, chivalry, and seeing the unparalleled edge, this is the dream of a sword cultivator.

And if the old sword god really appeared in Wudang, even if the Mongol army suddenly besieged, what was he afraid of?

……

Born in the rivers and lakes, died in the rivers and lakes.

This is the fate of every quack.

The night rain was far away, the mountains and forests gradually fogged, the darkness quietly disappeared, and at the end of the horizon, a white light slowly drove out the night.

Yan Thirteen walked aimlessly

He saw the change of the sixteenth sword of the thirteen swords, which was the pole of life after death, and it was the supreme reason of heaven and earth

It made him reach the realm of heaven and earth, but it also made him more lonely.

He needs opponents,

He needs a duel,

It is even more necessary to transform in this duel.

The Heaven and Human Realm is only the beginning, he has only taken the first step, but it is difficult to take the second step.

Xie Xiaofeng could no longer be his opponent, so he came to Wudang Mountain and began to frantically search for an opponent.

Unfortunately, perhaps by the whammy of fate, he did not meet an opponent worthy of his sword.

Loneliness is the norm for every swordsman, a torture, an experience that must be experienced

He walked on the muddy ground, allowing the rain and dew in the forest to erode his will, and the will to die intensified.

Black edge of the world,

Yan Thirteen held the sword and sat on the stone platform with his body exhausted.

Boom-

The rain fell in the forest, and only the crisp chirping of birds from near and far was heard in the newly awakened mountains and forests.

Two figures gradually came from afar, the morning light in the sky broke through the darkness in the chaos, and the whole world woke up.

The two who came from afar

One of them was cold and sharp, and the shocking sword intent caused the rain and dew around him to slide down.

The other is like a flawless gem, with a solitary splendor.

Yan Thirteen got up

His man was colder than his sword

But his heart is hot now, and this is the desire for life.

It is also the pursuit of the sword.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, who rushed to Wudang Mountain, couldn’t help but stop

Three men, three swords.

The two of them had been fighting before this, but they had to stop because of the news of the old sword god’s appearance.

They want to see,

Look at the ultimate sword in this world, the sword of the old sword god!

Yan Thirteen also wanted to see it with his own eyes

Aren’t the swordsmen in this world gathering in Wudang Mountain all for this purpose?

But he is even more of a madman, a madman obsessed with black

It’s not enough to just see it, he will definitely swing his sword at the old sword god!

Even if there is no hope of victory, but it is enough.

Live for the sword, die for the sword!

The three men held the hilt of their swords in unison.

It was a meeting of three top swordsmen, and everything outside became no longer important

But in the end, the three of them held down the desire to draw their swords again, trembled slightly, raised their heads, and stared at the golden list in the sky.

The pursuit of the ultimate sword momentum was buried in their hearts, and they knew very well in their hearts that if they drew their swords at this time, then this trip to Wudang would be a failure.

Ten years to sharpen a sword, the edge of the world knows.