Chapter 967: The Sword God Raises His Sword

The north wind howled, and the sun in the Great Ruins was not hot at all, but rather cold.

He Jian was wearing gray clothes, his eyes were cloudy, and he was holding a ten-inch long carving knife in his hand.

But even if Ou Yangming used his tyrannical mental power to detect, he still couldn't see his depth.

In Changshou Lane, although Master Duan likes to show off in front of people, he has no bad intentions and is warm-hearted. Jiang Yingrong is inextricably linked with the Heilongjiang family, and her strength has reached the peak of the spirit. Xiao Qingcheng is innocent, cute and gratifying. Ou Yangming could see one or two of these people.

Only He Jian seems ordinary, but like a deep pool, no matter the origin of his cultivation base is extremely mysterious, it is difficult to guess at all.

"Let's go!" He Jian's voice was flat, like an old man who is used to storms.

"Senior He, which way should we go?" Ouyang Ming asked with a smile.

"Let's go out of the city first. When it gets dark, things will come out of the darkness. Those things are not easy to deal with. We have to find a foothold in advance." He Jian played with the carving knife and said softly.

Ouyang Ming nodded, of course he knows how difficult things are in the dark.

Back then, he took Xiaoman for a few days, so he naturally knew how dangerous the Great Ruins was, and it could be said that there were dangers everywhere.

As soon as he took a step, he followed He Jian and walked out.

Xiaoman was in the courtyard, holding a carving knife in his left hand and an unformed wood carving in his right hand, which was carved by Ou Yangming. Looking at the backs of the two people going away from the crack of the door, he took a deep breath and felt a slight melancholy in his heart.

Jiang Qingcheng came out of the house, and the ball spun around twice.

With a gentle voice like water, he said, "Oh, Xiaoman, how about playing with my sister?"

Xiaoman ignored him and carved the woodcarving seriously, giving people a sense of sitting upright.

"You're very rude, didn't you hear me talking to you?" Jiang Qingcheng pinched his waist and growled in a low voice.

Xiaoman still ignored him, shook off the sawdust on the wood carving, and immersed himself in his own world.

Jiang Qingcheng: "..."

Xiaoman remained silent.

Jiang Qingcheng pushed her chest forward, but when she saw the "small and weak" chest, she shrank back timidly and looked to both sides in a panic. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she took a long breath. In a low tone, his voice lowered, and he said mysteriously: "Xiaoman, let me tell you, as long as you play with me, I will take you to catch fish, and pick cucumbers, the kind that don't even hurt the buttocks of cucumbers." ,How about it."

The indifference on Xiaoman's face finally faded a bit, with a little more eagerness at his age, he raised his head, as if talking to himself: "I haven't eaten cucumber yet..."

"Then let's go!" Jiang Qingcheng was overjoyed, and took the initiative to hold Xiaoman's hand.

Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, but he didn't break free.

"It's so cold, and there are still many scars." Jiang Qingcheng murmured softly, and ran out with Xiaoman. In her heart, since she was older than him, she must protect him. Moreover, there was still a secret hidden in her heart. Even Jiang Yingrong doesn't know about the well-known little thoughts,

This is the secret of her growing up.

In the room, Jiang Yingrong was mending the clothes carefully, and sighed heavily when she saw this scene.

He thought to himself, Xiaoman has too much obsession and resentment, is it good or bad for Qingcheng to be so close to him? I have lost my husband, she is my world now, my everything.

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The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.

Two figures, one old and one young, were speeding across the desolate land, they were Ouyang Ming and He Jian.

He Jian made a "click" of the carving knife in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Brother Yu, what do you think is a sword?"

Ouyang Ming shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I'm just a spellcaster, so I don't know anything about swords. It's probably like picking flowers and picking leaves. Everything in the world can be a sword!"

He Jian took a deep look at Ou Yangming, and sighed: "Brother Yu, you are not sincere. When you fought Ji Qi, I cheered for you. Now you say that you don't understand swordsmanship, I don't believe it. "He stared fiercely, looking full of momentum.

Ouyang Ming complained in his heart, usually he was taciturn, and he couldn't make a fart with Three Hammers, why did he talk so much today?

He didn't know that He Jian felt the aura of returning to Jianfeng in him, which changed his normal state. Otherwise, with his temperament, he wouldn't have said so much.

Although he thought so in his heart, he said in a low voice: "I really don't know swordsmanship, but I have some experience in spearmanship."

He Jian smiled and said: "Then you can talk about what is a gun, guns, swords, knives, halberds... these 18 kinds of weapons seem to be different, but in fact they lead to the same goal. Just a few words."

Ouyang Ming laughed without a hint of prestige: "Senior He can say such a thing, it is not easy." With a fixed gaze, he said softly: "A gun is a gun, it's just a dead thing."

He Jian's pupils shrank inward slightly, and said with emotion: "If you can understand this, even if you learn swordsmanship, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Things in this world are not so complicated. What is complicated is the human heart."

While talking, a tavern appeared in the sight of the two of them.

He Jian said: "Let's go, drink some wine to warm up."

Ouyang Ming naturally agreed. Outside the tavern, the sky is full of yellow sand and the storm is raging, but inside the tavern is quiet and peaceful. The candlelight is dim, just like the color of rice paper that is naturally released by time, warm and soft.

There was no good wine in the Great Ruins, it was all dirty wine, but the two drank happily.

He Jian pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, twisted his face together, smiled brightly, and said, "This wine is delicious."

Ouyang Ming drank a cup with him, tasted it in his mouth, and was really speechless.

In the Great Ruins, although there is an extremely powerful combat power, but in other respects, there is still a big gap from the spirit world. Not to mention comparing it with the spirit world, even if it is compared with the lower world, this drink is nothing more than that.

After a while, He Jian asked casually: "Brother Yu, I wonder if you have met a master of swordsmanship before?"

Just as Ouyang Ming was about to shake his head, the old man who was carrying the sword box and swiping away the sword's edge immediately appeared in his mind, but he still replied, "No, I also wanted to use a sword once, and I was dressed in white clothes like snow." , dragging the long sword on the ground, killing one person in ten steps, never stopping for a thousand miles, how domineering! But I didn’t get a decent sword formula, until now, I’ve already mastered marksmanship, so I don’t want to learn it.”

He Jian nodded, his eyes were cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next day, just after dawn, the two galloped forward through the yellow sand.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came from more than ten kilometers away. Ouyang Ming's face was slightly cold, and his speed exploded to the extreme, and he chased forward.

He Jian didn't speak, his eyes were gloomy like water, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

After a cup of tea, a mutilated statue appeared in front of the two of them. The statue was covered with blood, and there was a strange symbol printed on it, which was cut off from it. And behind the statue, there is a desolate village, the cold wind whimpers, the village is surrounded by blood mist, a strong smell of blood comes out, and a sense of death echoes.

"Go in and have a look!" He Jian's voice was extremely eager.

"En!" Ouyang Ming nodded heavily, feeling a very bad premonition in his heart.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The village was almost submerged, and the soil was dyed crimson.

There are stumps and broken arms everywhere, the face on the head is extremely distorted, and the pupils are sunken, as if seeing the most terrifying picture before death.

Bones, five internal organs, six internal organs... can be seen everywhere, even a three-year-old child is hung on the mast, with a teardrop on his eyelashes, and his face is terrified.

An indescribable anger rose up, and Ouyang Ming clenched his fists tightly. Although he didn't know everyone who died here, no one would be indifferent to seeing this tragic scene.

The fire of the phoenix burned blazingly, and the air within ten feet around him as the core twisted instantly, and a white flame rose into the sky.

He Jian's pupils contracted suddenly, terrified in his heart, he thought to himself, what kind of force is this, it seems to be able to destroy everything, it's too violent.

Ouyang Ming's voice was as cold as those coming from hell, "The person who did this, damn it!"

He Jian glanced around, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "The one who did this is not a human being."

"not human?"

"Yes, it's not human, it's a foreign race. Foreign races that have absorbed the blood of dragons and phoenixes use human races as their rations. As long as the idols are broken, they will take advantage of the void and devour the human race's dantian to temper their own aura. This kind of thing, in the The Great Ruins happen every day." He Jian's voice was filled with majestic killing intent, and even his beard was raised.

Ouyang Ming was silent for a while, then said hoarsely: "Blood debt is paid with blood, these people don't deserve to die."

His eyes are red, how many people must there be in more than a hundred households? It is unforgivable that even children are hung from the mast.

He Jian pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Brother Yu, do you have a sword?"

"Yes!" Without hesitation, Ouyang Ming flipped his wrist and took out a long sword, a magic weapon. The sword was three feet long and three feet wide. It was carved with an exquisitely carved flower, and he handed it over with both hands.

He Jian took the long sword, not too dirty, and sat down on the ground. With fingers bent and lightly flicking the sword on the tip, a melodious and crisp sword sound resounded.

"Good sword!" His eyes lit up, he took out a jug of turbid wine, and drank a few gulps.

He left a mouthful in his mouth, sprayed it on the blade with a "pop", and said in a low voice: "A sword is a good sword, but it also needs to be sharpened, and it needs to be stained with blood, so that it can have aura. Today, I will Take you to kill the enemy, and let you be stained with blood!" A sharp sword intent soared into the sky, piercing into the sky.

"This old man has practiced swords for decades, carved swords with wood, and is proud of the contemporary age. Hehe, at the peak of the spirit, he can perform three moves in the hands of the venerable without losing, and escape calmly." In his eyes, the brilliance was dazzling. : "I have sealed the sword for many years, I thought I could hide from the world, but I didn't expect that this sword... has a day to unseal."

At this moment, he is no longer an old man carved in wood, he is a sword god of a generation.

At this moment, what kind of waves will be caused by the Sword God raising his sword?

He Jian's sword, if it is injustice, screams, and it is unyielding in the world.

Every sword is majestic and majestic, making it impossible to avoid and avoid. ...

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