The iron chain crosses the river.

The strong wind wrapped the rain grains as big as soybeans and hit the rusty iron chain bridge. The turbid waves under the bridge covered the crackling sound of the bridge.

On one end of the bridge is boundless wilderness, and on the other end is Wuminggang, the last small town in the south of the Great Yan Dynasty.

It is called Wuming because there is no such landmark on the map of the Great Yan Dynasty, which is also a place that ordinary people should not enter.

Under the heavy rain, a blue-shirted swordsman slowly walked across the iron chain bridge and came to the small town with muddy roads.

There are only more than ten houses in the town, with a hundred people in it, but they are all in all organs; there are shops, clinics, prostitutes, inns, and a group of hungry wolves.

There was no voice in the town, and countless gazes came out from the old restaurants and teahouses, looking at the blue-shirted swordsman.

The blue-shirt swordsman only had a sword in his hand, and could not see a trace of valuable objects. All he could see was a piece of blood.

So those eyes were withdrawn.

The swordsman in the blue shirt is used to this. This world is a wild purgatory where the strong prey on the weak. As long as you can eat people, others will not dare to eat you. Wuminggang, which was originally full of murderous intentions, can also become a gentle land for wild cultivators.

The blue-shirted swordsman carried his sword and walked to the inn in the center of the town, ordered a pot of wine, and looked at the bridgehead from the window.

In the inn, there were four old tables and chairs, covered with sword marks, and guests had already sat down; like the blue-shirted swordsman, they looked at the wilderness in the south under the rain.

But the difference is that the others are all young birds who rashly step into Wuminggang, and the blue-shirted swordsman is just saying goodbye to his hometown.

In the practice of practice, many people practice for the sake of immortality, but few people can truly achieve immortality. Therefore, in the end, most people are still involved in the secular love, hate, and love, from "seeking for immortality to protect the people" to "seeking for killing and fertilizing themselves".

The Qing-shirt swordsman is one of them. He originally yearned for the great way of immortality that is unstrife with the world, but after his parents died in the wilderness, the only purpose of his practice was to pay blood debts and blood.

In fact, it is not just a wild cultivator like him, but also countless immortal sects in the Dayan Dynasty and its surrounding areas. Except for the Tieli Mansion, Jinglutian and Yunshui Jiantan Yu, the three families who are serious about seeking immortality, while the rest of the sects are all seeking to kill.

Elixirs, treasures, blessings in the world...

All kinds of opportunities are flocking to them, whether they are wild cultivators or sects.

As long as you can take a step further on the Great Way of Eternity, there will be no one who cannot be killed or something that cannot be done, even if blood flows into a river and corpses float thousands of miles away.

The Qingshan Swordsman knew that this was a path that was wrong, but in such a world, if you don’t kill people, people will kill you, so what can you do?

Step on

A jar of turbid wine was not yet seen, and another man and a horse came on the iron chain bridge.

The horse is a good horse, with strong limbs and round backs. There are saddles on the back. Two scimitars are hung on one side of the saddle. The horse's back is filled with all kinds of debris, whisks, robes, bronze mirrors, etc., and there are even two dead little beasts. From a distance, they look like a foot merchant outside the frontier.

The person who leads the horse is a young man.

The young man was wearing a black robe, a straw hat on his head, a long sword with a green-skinned sheathed sword hanging on his left waist, and a jade pendant on the right, which was engraved with a portrait of a hero and a pig-headed man living in the small street.

The blue-shirt swordsman just took a look and realized that this man was a swordsman, but he was also a young man who was not well-versed in the world.

Wuminggang is only three hundred miles away from the last immortal ferry crossing of Dayan facing south, "Shuanlonggang".

Come from the southern wasteland and want to go to Shuanlong Port, you need to cross the Qingdu River. Normal people will not cross the river here because there is a new bridge that is easy to walk. Only lost chicks and wild cultivators who lick blood from the knife and dare not walk on the avenue will walk here. This also makes Wuminggang a mass grave for chicks.

The swordsman in the green shirt picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, without saying a word of reminder, because this is the case in this world. His foot path is too long and he only has one chance to go the wrong path. When he needs to be reminded, he will not have time to turn back.

Step on

The young man did not stop and led the horse and embarked on the muddy road.

There was no silence in the wine shop, and everyone was watching the man and horse, just like a group of hungry wolves, smelling the smell of prey.

The figure approached, and the swordsman in blue-shirt took a closer look.

Young people are at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and they don’t think they have a high level. When they go on horseback, they don’t have a sect waist sign on their waists, so they are not children of the sect. They are well-dressed and jade pendants are hung, which shows that their family is well-off.

This is the perfect prey.

Sure enough, several tables of guests in the restaurant were exchanging eyes, and several of the martial artists put down their weapons from the table to avoid disturbing the "distinguished guests".

There are rules in places where there are people, and the same is true for Wuminggang. The shop will be where the young birds enter. When they encounter towns when they walk outside, the first place they go is inns. Therefore, the number of people waiting for the rabbits in the inn is the largest.

The young man obviously came outside the gate of the inn, just like most people.

The wolves in the wine shop also recovered as before and continued to talk about trivial matters.

The waiter Yingqin stepped forward and took the reins:

"Customer, please come in, please do it or stay in a hotel?"

"Stop and make a pot of wine."

The young man spoke casually, took off two scimitars, stepped into the door of the restaurant, raised his hat and revealed his face.

The swordsman in blue shirt glanced at the sword's eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as springs. He was not as handsome as a person in the wilderness, but rather like a rich family who went out for private travel.

The young man is watching him too!

There are guests at the table in the restaurant, and there are one or two seats for each table. Perhaps because he thinks he is kind-hearted, the young man walked to his table and showed a bright smile:

"Brother, the customer is full, so I'll borrow a place."

After saying that, two knives and one sword were placed on the table.

The blue-shirt swordsman glanced at him and said that the sword was a good knife, and the sword was a good sword, and people looked like good people.

After all, the blue-shirt swordsman was different from the others in the inn. He stroked the sword marks on the table with his fingers and reminded him:

"My friend, you shouldn't be here."

The young man seemed to not understand and smiled heartily:

"I don't want to come either. I don't have a seat anymore. Brother and Taiwan will just go. By the way, how far is Shuanlonggang from here? Can you know?"

The swordsman in blue sighed secretly and had to respond with a smile:

"Three hundred miles, go north."

The young man nodded slightly, took the wine pot handed by the waiter, and looked at the other drinkers who were chatting casually next to him.

The casual cultivator who was waiting for the rabbit was very similar to that, talking about the big events that happened in Dayanchao recently:

"I heard that the overlord of the Nine Sects, Tieli Mansion, has recently appeared another 'Qingkui'. The dragon was not seen at the end of the head. It is said that it was the closed-door son of Situ Baye, the owner of the Ieli Mansion..."

"What's the name?"

"I don't know, Tie Ling Mansion is so secretive, no one knows it. I'm afraid it's a genius that has never been seen in a thousand years. Because it's too mysterious, the Nine Alliance's Hung Dragon List directly ranked him ninth, and he didn't know his name, so I will respectfully call him "Shangguan Jiulong"..."

The young man obviously had never seen the world and was very impressed. After talking about this, he turned around and poured him wine:

"Brother, what are these Qingkui and the Hive Dragon List?"

The swordsman in blue shook his head secretly, raised his hand to push the medicine-dried wine jar open, and poured a bowl of it for the young man with his own wine jar.

This move made the guests at other tables look at each other, but the swordsman in blue didn't care about this, he explained:

"Qingkui is the future heir of the nine sects in the south, most of whom are the direct descendants of the sect leader; the nine sects are too big to bet on a seedling, so each sect has two to three sects, and they are the most talented genius of the disciples of each sect. The Qinglong List is a good cultivator, and the ranking of Qingkui in the nine sects is only nine positions; the Tie Ling Mansion was originally on the list, Shangguan Baxue, the young mansion lord, was recently squeezed down by the sudden appearance of the "Shangguan Jiulong".

The young man suddenly realized, picked up the wine bowl and said:

"I only realized that there is still this statement and I have been taught."

The blue-shirt swordsman shook his head slightly and looked at him sideways. A martial artist who was standing by the table had already grasped the hilt of the knife under the table. He also placed his hand on the sword.

However, what the Qingshi Swordsman unexpectedly was that the young man in front of him sipped the wine in the bowl and stood up:

"Brother, drink first, I'll kill a few people, and I'll talk later."

After saying that, he picked up two scimitars on the table.

The first time the swordsman in the blue shirt showed an accident, more than ten wild cultivators at the nearby wine table also slapped the table:

"What a crazy boy..."

Snap

It was in the next moment that the sword wind was like a black tide in the inn hall!

The young man in black, sitting opposite the wine table, flashed and appeared in the center of the hall.

The two silver moon scimitars in his hand were surrounded by the black mist. Before the surrounding wild cuckoo drew his sword, the scimitar with a black tail swept across the table at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly.

Crack Crack Crack

The sharp blade cuts off the flesh and bones, making a dull sound that makes the scalp numb.

Blood gushed, and the three heads that had not yet landed on the ground, turned into black and black, had already arrived at another table.

"The Eighth Ancestor?!"

"Two swords of the moon?"

"It's the one who hides the moon forest, run..."

There were screams outside the inn, and people in the hall fled.

But who can take three steps before the airtight blade?!

Crack Crack Crack

The calm wine shop instantly turned into Shura Purgatory with thousands of swords.

"ah"
To be continued...