A long song into the gate of heaven

Chapter 1
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the crescent moon was rising, and the raging snowflakes were falling down one after another. Yan Ran, the leader of the Tianlong Gang, couldn't help but shudder.

Tianlong gang has been counted as a big martial arts faction, but he can only stand here.In any case, the people who can still stand here are extraordinary.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, the robes of Gu Sanqing, the master of the ancient gate, are being blown by the cold wind.

There are five people standing in front of him, these five people are good at martial arts, and they are also proficient in musical instruments, they are called Wuyin in Jianghu.Among them, Zhang Zhenggong and Chai Shaoshang are well-known in the Central Plains martial arts, while Feng Jue, Shangguan Zheng and Le Tianyu are slightly inferior to them.

Flying ice splashes snow, blood stains Samuume.It was cold enough here, but still not as murderous as these people.

The ancient gate is far outside the Great Wall, but Wuyin is in the Central Plains.

Well water does not violate river water, so why confront each other here?
Just for a sword, an Excalibur!It is said that when this sword appears in the world, it is often accompanied by great disasters, because the sword has changed hands many times, and none of the people who owned it died well.

But over the years, people in the world have never given up looking for this sword. Just because they have it, no other weapon can match it.

This divine sword was forged by Ou Ge, the No. 13 successor of Ou Yezi, a master of Fujian nationality.The furnace forging of this sword is very mysterious. It is rumored that Ogo waited until the charcoal fire was at its most intense, climbed onto the stove, threw himself into the furnace, and finally forged the sword.He loved his wife the most during his lifetime, so the name of this sword was Ling Han.

Once the news of the reappearance of Kunlun's sword spread in the Jianghu, people in the Jianghu flocked to it.

It's just that many people have fallen on the road before seeing the Excalibur, and they will never get up again.

The one who killed them was naturally the one who went with them.

Weak water surrounds it, its strength cannot overcome mustard, and its feathers do not float.

Now it has turned into blood, which has flowed under the feet of many people.

The pungent smell of blood was already floating in the air.

Several female disciples of the Wuling Sect were hugging each other and weeping bitterly. They had never seen such a brutal killing.

The little junior brother from Xiaoyaomen has screamed out, and hid in his senior brother's arms, motionless.

There are also many inconspicuous characters from the Central Plains sect who are hiding far away. The reason why they came here is to know the result.

Naturally, these people can also wait for other people's news, but it is completely different if they just hear it from other people's mouths; because even if they have not seen this scene, they can still imagine this earth-shattering, weeping ghost and god battle.

"I was there for that battle."

With just this one sentence, he is enough to win the admiration of those around him.

But they ignored that a duel is fatal.

Many were unable to cry or scream.

Gu Sanqing looked at the five people on the opposite side, and he had already clenched a knife in his right hand.This is an unusual knife with a simple name - Magic Knife.

Not far behind Wuyin, Ma Zhen, the master of Spring Valley Hall, Tianxin Daoist of Tianshan, and Zhuo Yiheng, the head of Huashan, stood.These are the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, who in the world doesn't know?

How did Gu Sanqing dare to resist the heroes of the Central Plains alone?Behind him stood his eldest disciple, Gu Zhonglu, and the rudder masters of the nine rudders.

Is it Gu Sanqing who wants to seize the Excalibur and enter the Central Plains martial arts, or the Central Plains covets the Excalibur and does not want to fall into the foreign domain.

No one knows that this battle is inevitable, and only the living are qualified to write the truth.

Five against one, the number of people is too disparate, is the result also so disparate?
Gu Sanqing's amber eyes were fixed on the front, and he suddenly shouted!
With a touch of the right wrist, the magic knife has been swung out!
(End of this chapter)