Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 967: The sword **** lifts the sword
The north wind whizzed, and the sunlight in the ruins was not hot at all, but rather cold.
He Jian wore a gray coat, his eyes were muddy, and he held a ten-inch-long carving knife in his hand. He was still plain and unremarkable, and his words were not mellow and frustrated, and his breath seemed to be absent.
But even if Ouyang Ming used his tyrannical mental power to probe, he still couldn't see his depth.
In Changshou Lane, although Master Duan likes to behave in front of others, he is not bad-minded, and he is enthusiastic. Jiang Yingrong is inextricably connected with the Heilongjiang family, and his strength has reached the pinnacle of the spirits. Xiao Qingcheng is innocent, lovely and gratifying. These people, Ouyang Ming can see one or two.
Only He Jian looks plain, but like a deep pool. The origin of cultivation is extremely mysterious and difficult to guess.
"Let's go!" He Jian's voice was flat, like a secular old man who is used to seeing wind and waves.
"Senior Ho, where should we go?" Ouyang Ming asked with a smile.
"Get out of the city first. As soon as it gets dark, something will run out in the dark. Those things are not easy to deal with. We have to find a place in advance." He Jian played with the carving knife and spoke softly.
Ouyang Ming nodded, of course he knows how difficult things are in the dark.
At the beginning, he took Xiaoman away for a few days, naturally knowing how dangerous there is in the big ruins, it can be said that there are crises everywhere.
took a step, followed He Jian and walked out.
Xiaoman is in the courtyard, holding a carving knife in his left hand, and an unformed wooden sculpture in his right hand. The sculpture is Ouyang Ming. Looking at the backs of the two of them from the crack of the door, he took a deep breath, and there was also a faint melancholy in my heart.
Jiang Qingcheng walked out of the house, and the ball turned around twice.
has a soft voice, and said: "Oh, Xiaoman, how about coming to play with my sister?"
Xiaoman ignored him, and seriously carve the woodcarving, giving people a sense of sitting righteously.
"You are very rude, haven't you heard me talking to you?" Jiang Qingcheng pinched his waist and yelled in a low voice.
Xiaoman still ignored, shaking off the sawdust on the woodcarving, and immersed in his own world.
Jiang Qingcheng: "..."
Xiaoman, still silent.
Jiang Qingcheng's chest was pushed forward, but after seeing the "small and weak" chest, he shrank back timidly, and looked at both sides in a panic, and saw that no one was paying attention. Chang Shu sighed, his voice lowered, and his face mysteriously said: "Xiaoman, I will tell you, as long as you play with me, I will take you to catch fish and pick cucumbers. Even cucumber **** is not bitter. The kind, how about it."
The indifferent color on Xiaoman’s face finally faded a bit, a little more eager to be at this age, he looked up, as if to say to himself: "I haven't eaten cucumber..."
"Let's go, then!" Jiang Qingcheng was overjoyed and took the initiative to take Xiaoman's hand.
Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, but didn't break free.
"It's so cold, there are still many scars." Jiang Qingcheng whispered, and ran out with Xiaoman. In her heart, since she is older than him, she must protect him, and she is still hiding in her heart. With an unknown thought, even Jiang Yingrong didn't know it. This was the secret of her growing up.
In the room, Jiang Yingrong carefully mended clothes, and sighed heavily when he saw this scene.
secretly said in his heart, Xiao Man's obsession is too deep, resentment is too heavy, is it good or bad for Qingcheng to be so close to him? I have lost my husband, she is my world now, all of me.
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The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets over the river.
Two figures, one old and one young, are walking fast on the desolate land. It is Ouyang Ming and He Jian.
He Jian "clicked" the engraving knife in his hand, smiled and asked, "Yu, what do you think is a sword?"
Ouyang Ming shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I'm just a spellcaster, I don't know any sword. Probably it is picking flowers and leaves. Everything in the world can be a sword or something!"
He Jianshen glanced at Ouyang Ming and sighed: "Brother Yu, you are not sincere. When you fought with Ji Qi, I still cheered for you. Now you say you don’t understand swordsmanship, I I don't believe it." He stared fiercely, looking full of momentum.
Ouyang Ming feels slanderous in his heart, usually reticent, and can’t fart with Three Hammers. Why do you talk so much today?
He didn't know that He Jian felt the breath of returning to the sword peak in him, and this changed his normal state. Otherwise, with his temperament, he wouldn't say so much.
Although I thought so in my heart, he said in a low voice: "I really don't understand swordsmanship, but I have a little experience on the way of marksmanship."
He Jian seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said: "Then you can talk about what a gun is, guns, swords, knives, halberds... These eighteen kinds of weapons seem to be different, but in fact they have different paths to the same goal. Can’t escape the words Dadao Zhijian."
Ouyang Ming smiled without a hint of the city government: "Senior He can say this, it's not easy." His eyes narrowed, and he whispered: "A gun is a gun, just a dead thing."
He Jian's pupils shrank slightly inward, and said with emotion: "If you can understand this, even if you learn swords, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. The things in this world are not that complicated. The complexity is the human heart."
was talking, and a tavern appeared within their vision.
He Jian said: "Go, take a drink 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, and the candlelight is dimly yellow, just like the color of rice paper that is naturally emitted by the precipitation of time, warm and soft.
There is no good wine in the big market, it's all dirty wine, but the two of them drank very happily.
He Jian pursed his mouth, his eyes narrowed, his face twisted together, he smiled heartily, and said: "This wine is delicious."
Ouyang Ming had a drink with him and tasted it in his mouth, which was really speechless.
In the Great Ruins, although it has extremely powerful combat effectiveness, in other respects, there is still a big gap from the spiritual world. Not to mention the comparison 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 ever met a kendo master?"
Ouyang Ming was about to shook his head, and the old man who had taken the sword back with the sword box on his back suddenly appeared in his mind, but he still replied, "No, I also wanted to use the sword. The white clothes are like snow, the long sword is dragged to the ground, and one person is killed in ten steps. It is so domineering! But I haven't got a decent sword technique. Until now, the marksmanship has been small, so I don't want to learn it."
He Jian nodded, his eyes cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The next day, just after dawn, the two of them galloped forward, braving the yellow sand.
Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came from a dozen miles away, and Ouyang Ming's face was slightly cold, his speed burst to the extreme, and he chased forward.
He Jian didn't speak, his eyes were gloomy, and there was a vague guess in his heart.
After the tea ceremony, a mutilated idol appeared in front of the two of them. The idol was stained with blood, and there was a weird symbol printed on it, disconnected from it. And behind the idol, there was a desolate village, the cold wind whimpered, the village was haunted by blood mist, a strong smell of blood came out, and a sense of death echoed away.
"Go in and take a look!" He Jian's voice was extremely urgent.
"Hmm!" Ouyang Ming nodded heavily, with a very bad premonition in his heart.
blood, blood everywhere.
almost flooded the village, and the soil was stained crimson.
There are stumps and arms everywhere, the face on the head is extremely distorted, and the pupils are sunken, as if I had seen the most horrible picture before death.
bones, internal organs, six internal organs... can be seen everywhere, even three-year-old children are hung on the mast with a drop of tears on their eyelashes and a look of horror.
An unspeakable anger rose up, and Ouyang Ming's fists were clenched tightly. Although he didn't know the people who died here, no one would be indifferent when he saw this tragic scene.
The fire of the Heavenly Phoenix is blazing, and the air within ten feet of him around him is instantly distorted, and a white flame rises into the sky.
He Jian’s pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was horrified, and he secretly said in his heart, what kind of power is this, it seems to be able to destroy everything, it is too violent.
Ouyang Ming’s voice is as cold as the one from hell: "He who does this, **** it!"
He Jian glanced around, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "It's not people who do this."
"Not a human?"
"Yes, it’s not a human, it’s a foreign race. Foreign races that have absorbed the blood of dragons and phoenixes use the human race as a ration. As long as the gods are broken, they will take advantage of the vacancy to swallow the human dantian and temper their own aura. Son, it happens every day in Daxu." He Jian's voice also carried a majestic killing intent, and even his beard was raised.
Ouyang Ming was silent for a while, hoarsely said: "Blood debt is paid for by blood, these people shouldn't die."
His eyes are red. There are more than 100 households, how many people must there be? Even children are hung on the mast, which is unforgivable.
He Jian pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Brother Yu, do you have a sword?"
"Yes!" Ouyang Ming didn't hesitate~IndoMTL.com~ Flip his wrist, take out a long sword, three feet long and three feet wide, carved with a delicate carved flower, exuding bursts of chill. Passed it with both hands.
He Jian took the long sword, not too dirty, and sat down on the ground. Bend his fingers and flicked the sword lightly on the tip, and a melodious and crisp sword rang open.
"Good sword!" His eyes lit up, he took out a pot of dirty wine, and took a few big mouthfuls.
left a mouthful in his mouth, sprayed it on the blade of the sword, and said in a low voice: "The sword is a good sword, but it also needs to be sharpened, and it needs to be stained with blood, so that there is aura. Today , I will take you to kill the enemy and make you bloody!" A sharp sword intent rose into the sky and pierced into the sky.
"The old man has been practicing swords for decades, carving his swords with wood, smiling proud of the present. Haha, with the spirit of the pinnacle, he can take three tricks in the hands of the venerable without fail, and get out of his eyes." , Dazzling: "The old man has sealed the sword for many years. I thought I could escape the world, but I didn't expect that this sword... will still be opened."
At this moment, he is no longer a woodcarving old man, he is a generation of sword god.
At this moment, what kind of waves will the sword **** raise his sword?
He Jian’s sword is screaming when it is uneven, and it is unyielding in the world.
Every sword is majestic, making people unavoidable and unavoidable. ...
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