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Hundreds of years ago, the Tianxia League dug a mountain to make a tomb, enshrining the world's famous swords. Over the years, they fought and killed. Whenever they captured famous swords, they sealed them in the Dragon Gate, using Luoyang's kingly spirit to cover their edge.

In order to prevent people who are overwhelmed from coveting famous swords, Meng Zong once invited skilled craftsmen to create stone carvings, activated the stone carvings with special formations, and guarded the Jiange with ten famous swords in ancient times, known as the Ten Generals of the Town Pavilion.

"We can't beat them," Le Wuyou said, "All the ten swords in ancient times are showing their sharpness after the landslides and waters dry up, and now they form a sword formation, which is even more unstoppable."

Zhong Yi mentioned the three-foot water calmly, and his sword is not ordinary. There was a song that said "the ancestors held three feet of water in the box, and once entered Wutan to kill the dragon son". The sword is as cold as three feet of ice, Sharp and sharp, rare.

However, at this time, the cold front on the sword body quietly darkened inadvertently.

——The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. The coercion of the top ten famous swords in ancient times is enough to eclipse the world's weapons.

Zhong Yi raised his left hand, and lightly brushed the blade with his fingertips. The bright red blood wetted the edge of the sword, and the dull blade suddenly became sharper. He smiled and said, "Ayou, do you know that there is a saying that is called knowing what is impossible?" And for that."

"Haha, that's right," Le Wuyou laughed when he heard the words, Zhihuang took a sword flower, took a step back, made a steady gesture, raised his eyes and looked at the ten generals who were approaching step by step, He said loudly, "I just want to see how far my Concentrating Light Swordsmanship has been trained."

As soon as the words were finished, a sword sounded and he was pulled up in the air. Le Wuyou's black clothes flashed, and he jumped up with his sword like a swallow piercing through the forest.

Zhong Yi Tingjian followed, and said with a smile, "You are too impatient for not waiting for me."

"Haven't you heard of the principle that it is better to strike first, and then to suffer disaster?" Le Wuyou flashed and moved like lightning, and in an instant, thirteen swords had been stabbed out.

A stone statue held a long sword to meet his sword edge. The stone statue was carved to look like an adult man with delicate features and young age. The long sword in his hand was radiant and restrained. overwhelming.

It was Jian Chunjun, the king of Yue who was famous all over the world.

"The Book of Yue Jue" once recorded that King Goujian of Yue summoned Xue Zhu, a famous sword master, to take the famous sword Chunjun made by Ou Yezi. At that time, the mountain of red viburnum is broken and tin is produced; the stream of Ruoye is dried up and copper is produced; the rain master sweeps and the thunder god strikes;

The famous sword that Ou Yezi had honed for ten years was indeed unusual.

There was a clear sound of gold and stone striking each other in the air, and Le Wuyou felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He held Zhihuang tightly so that he didn't let him fly out, and looked at Chunjun with awe full of eyes.

When the two were fighting, a stone statue pierced through obliquely, with only the hilt in his hand but not the sword body, Zhong Yi frowned slightly, and looked up at the stone wall. The sword shadow.

"Chengying..."

"Liezi·Tang Wen" recorded that in the Spring and Autumn Period, Kong Zhou, a man of the state of Wei, collected three famous swords: Hanguang, Xiaolian and Chengying. pain.

At this moment, the stone statue carved in the shape of Kong Zhou held Chengying and slashed towards Le Wuyou's chest. Zhong Yi leaped forward, blocked his sword shadow with his sword, and blocked Chengying's sword momentum.

However, Le Wuyou's figure suddenly stopped, his footsteps staggered, the black clothes on his chest were instantly shattered, and blood spurted out.

Zhong Yi's eyes burst open: "Ayou!"

Le Wuyou gritted his teeth and knocked Chun Jun back with a sword, got a moment to breathe, touched his chest with his left hand, looked at the bloodstains on his hand, and looked at Zhong Yi in astonishment.

The legend turned out to be true, and Zhong Yi instantly understood what he meant, that the Chengying Sword could really kill people invisible.

Suddenly there was a burst of wind in his ears, Zhong Yi pushed Le Wuyou away, and swung his sword to fight, only to see two sword lights, one silver and one purple, coming through the air.

Le Wuyou tapped three big acupoints on his chest to stop the bleeding, held Zhihuang tightly, and rushed over.

On the opposite side of the two, two stone statues, a man and a woman, with two swords combined, holding male and female swords, besieged them. It was Mo Xie, the legendary swordsmith who sacrificed himself to the sword.

The stone statues are lifelike, the general is strong and muscular, and holds a male sword, which is as powerful as Mount Tai.

The husband and wife came to fight together, Zhong Yi's clothes fluttered, he squeezed the sword with his left hand, grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and swung the sword vigorously. in the darkness.

There was only a burst of sword cry, and suddenly a sword whistle resounded through the sky.

Le Wuyou looked intently, and saw a sword light like ice suddenly lit up in the darkness, it was three feet of water!

Zhong Yi's body was like a swimming dragon, he dodged the male sword swung by the general, and suddenly heard a sword chant from behind, the long and narrow female sword shot towards him like a spirit snake.

Ding... With a crisp sound, Le Wuyou flew over, Zhihuang blocked the female sword head-on, the two swords struck each other, sparks splashed and fell on the stone wall, and the extinguished ever-burning lamp suddenly lit up, a row of winding lights resembled a fire dragon Tongue out, illuminating the bloody swordsmen in the stone room.

Gan Jiang missed one blow, swung his sword again, Zhong Yi moved his waist very softly, the sword edge brushed against the hair, and the jade crown that tied the hair shattered, and three thousand black hairs scattered down, like a waterfall pouring down in an instant.

Zhong Yi shook off his black hair, raised his eyes to look at the attacking Ganjiang sword again, a savage light flashed in the corner of his eyes, he jumped up with the sword, flew into the air, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed down fiercely.

Gan Jiang raised the male sword in vain, but he could not dodge it, the three-foot-water sword was like a wave, piercing Gan Jiang's brain like a broken bamboo.

Between the lightning and the stone fire, a majestic sword energy gushed out, Zhong Yi's sword was blocked immediately, the light of the three-foot-water sword was dim, and he could no longer enter an inch.

The huge coercion was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and a subtle feeling of mystery and mystery arose in the hearts of the two of them. When they looked up, they saw a huge stone statue on a horse walking slowly.

The horse is fat and strong, walking steadily, with a shiny and gorgeous mane, like a lion strolling in the garden, wearing a crown on the horse's head and wearing a uniform, like an emperor.

The stone statue raised the long sword, the blade was not edged, but the blade was full of brilliance, with the sun, moon and stars engraved on one side, and the vegetation, mountains and rivers on the other. come out.

Le Wuyou waved his sword to force Mo Xie back, leaped over, stood in front of Zhong Yi, and faced the general who was killing him.

Zhihuang let out a high-pitched cry, and the blade was covered with six-edged frost flowers in an instant, and the cold air visible to the naked eye radiated out. Equestrian stone statue.

The stone statue was expressionless, and the sword was raised and lowered.

Le Wuyou jumped back and turned back, narrowly avoiding the edge of the sword, and the spurting sword energy flew past the forehead, Le Wuyou suddenly trembled, instantly as if trapped in a sea of ​​fire, and suddenly as if in an ice cave, his whole body was mingled with ice and fire, and he was in pain. .

The body staggered twice, he grabbed Zhihuang, plunged into the ground heavily, supported the precarious body, looked up, his eyes suddenly froze.

——He saw Le Qishu in the stone room with flickering lights.

The woman in red was standing between the stone statues with her sword in her hand, her skirts fluttering and her sword was shining brightly. She looked at Le Wuyou with a smile and said, "Ayou, it will be hard for you to be your mother."

"Mother..." Le Wuyou bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembled, and big tears rolled down her face.

The smile on Le Qishu's face suddenly disappeared, and she asked sharply, "What are you doing in the Jiange? How can you break into the place where centuries-old soldiers rest forever?"

"No," Le Wuyou said loudly, "I want to get back my mother's weapon. Zhaodan is a famous sword in the world, how can it be dusted here?"

"If you take back the gallbladder, will your mother be able to come back to life?" Le Qishu said, "Who killed my mother? Who killed the landlord? Who killed Kaiyang? Who killed Feng Manlou 170 two of the same school?"

Le Wuyou covered her head in pain: "No...it's not me...I'm not wrong..."

"Then who is at fault?" Le Qishu said, "Why do you harbor Su Yuhen? Why do you seek refuge in the Demon Valley? Why do you want to collude with evil spirits?"

Le Wuyou shook his head: "Mother, you taught me that the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. Those who wield a sword should be willing to be kind and enmity, and sacrifice their lives for righteousness. Su Yuhen is my friend, how can I allow him to be wronged?"

Le Qishu drew out his long sword, shining his bravery like frost and snow, the tip of the sword radiating cold light pointed at Le Wuyou, with a cold voice in his voice: "The one who wields the sword should also eliminate demons, defend the way, and uphold justice, and You don't distinguish between good and evil, you don't distinguish between good and evil, and you killed 170 and two fellow students in the building in vain.

As she spoke, she turned around resolutely, and walked towards the stone wall behind her with her sword in hand.

Le Wuyou wanted to catch up quickly, but found that his feet seemed to be nailed in place, and he couldn't move an inch. He could only watch helplessly as the figure in red walked farther and farther, and walked through the stone wall out of thin air. disappeared from sight.

"Mother..." Le Wuyou desperately wanted to break free from the confinement, but when she turned around suddenly, she saw a man standing beside him from the corner of her eye, with a high crown and a long sword on his waist, looking at him with a gentle smile.

"Master..."

Chai Jingchen smiled like a spring breeze, and said in a clear voice: "Wuyou, I named you this name, I hope you will live a happy life without sorrow and worry, why are you crying?"

Le Wuyou raised his hand to touch his eyes, and found that his hand was full of tears. He said softly: "Master, I miss you very much..."

Chai Jingchen's smile also disappeared, and his expression gradually became serious. He drew out his sword, pointed at Le Wuyou's face, and said coldly: "I have raised you for 17 years, but you have brought disaster to my teacher. , Wuyou, is there a more wolf-hearted person than you in the world?"

Le Wuyou called out tremblingly: "Master, you don't believe me?"

"I really want to believe you," Chai Jingchen said coldly, "but those classmates who died in vain, cry in my teacher's ear day and night."

After speaking, he put his sword back into its sheath, turned around, and followed Le Qishu's footsteps towards the stone wall.

"No..." Le Wuyou burned his body and struggled desperately, but he could only watch Chai Jingchen's figure disappear in vain. He covered his eyes in pain, but heard a cheerful voice next to his ear.

"Haha little bitch, I haven't seen you in ten years, why are you crying so ugly?"

Le Wuyou covered his face with both hands, not daring to raise his head, but clearly felt that Chai Kaiyang's fiery eyes were staring at his face.

He murmured: "Kaiyang, do you... blame me too?"

"Blame you? Haha," Chai Kaiyang's bright smiling face was wiped away, his expression haggard, with blood streaming from his empty eyes, he cried and laughed, "Wuyou, Wuyou, how could I blame you? I am very clear to you. I hate it to the bone..."

Unstoppable tears overflowed from between his fingers, and Le Wuyou choked up: "Don't... don't hate me... Kaiyang, we are close friends..."

"But you caused me to be pierced by an arrow, you caused me to be pierced by Xie Qingwei..." Chai Kaiyang cried out in pain, "You know me and him...me and him..."

"I'm sorry."

"Everything is over," Chai Kaiyang turned around and walked towards the stone wall, crying as he walked, but the crying was mixed with sad laughter, "I'm leaving, you can take care of yourself."

"No!!!" Le Wuyou screamed, as if madly insane, frantically waved the childish phoenix, and rushed over desperately.

A sword energy hit him head-on, and hit his forehead hard. Le Wuyou felt a sharp pain, and felt as if something suddenly burst out of his head, and the gushing internal force gushed out like a rushing river.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Ayou! Ayou! Ayou!"

Zhong Yi's heart-piercing cry sounded in his ears, but Le Wuyou couldn't respond, the pain in his whole body made him unable to care about anything, he only felt the pain in his brain piercing his bones, and the meridians all over his body seemed to flow into a narrow harbor in an instant Like the tide that covers the entire ocean, the extreme expansion makes people feel overwhelmed with pain.

He shook his head vigorously, held Zhihuang with one hand, and slashed the sword as if venting. In an instant, the sword rain was pouring, and the sword wind rolled up huge waves. Chop down.

There was a sharp sword cry in the air, and Zhihuang, like a phoenix bathing in fire, let out a high-pitched whistle, and slashed head-on at the equestrian stone statue with the momentum of thunder.

Hearing a loud bang, the stone statue of the emperor dressed in the crown of the emperor was torn apart, and the flying boulder smashed towards the other nine generals. , turned into a pile of gravel, and shattered in front of the two of them.

Ten famous swords were dusty with cold fronts, and they were stuck on the gravel in a haphazard manner.

With a bang sound, Zhihuang slipped from his palm, Le Wuyou's seven orifices bled, his body shook twice, and fell down limply.

A warm embrace embraced his body, Zhong Yi let out a hoarse cry, staggered uncontrollably, and knelt heavily on the ground.

The dust in the stone room had settled, and the towering stone walls around were burning with fluttering ever-burning lamps, casting a long shadow around the two of them.

Zhong Yi knelt down on one knee, hugged Le Wuyou's body, trembling her lips, leaned over to kiss his lips, four lips touched each other, rubbed lightly, heard the weak and long breathing sound beside her ear, just now Take it easy.

"Ayou..." He called softly, and Dou Da's tears suddenly fell on Le Wuyou's face as bright as a bright moon.