beg for chivalry

Bo Yun flicked lightly, revealing a pale moon disk.The shadow of the moon is getting darker, and the forest at night is even more gloomy and gloomy.

But in the deep forest where no one should have been, there was an old man standing majestically with a bright fire behind his back.He has a burly body, he looks like a hill from a distance, and he feels even more coercive when he looks up close.Dugu Xiaodao tightly gripped the study knife, his gaze was like a bloodthirsty wolf, scanning the Tianshanmen disciples in front of him one by one.

After being touched by his ferocious eyes, the disciples of Tianshanmen all tightened their heads and necks, their faces turned pale.Someone was so frightened that their crotch was wet and they knelt down on the ground with their knees limp.

This person is the Zuo Guardian of Houtianlou. Before entering Houtianlou, he had the reputation of "Sword Hero".But now he also puts on a black silk garment embroidered with wishful patterns, and does what evil spirits do.

And it was this old-faced ghost who threw the heads of the two disciples in front of everyone.

Dugu Xiaodao looked up to the sky and sighed, and suddenly asked: "Do you know...how deep friendship I have with Bamboo Weng?"

The disciples were terrified and dumbfounded, no one dared to answer his words.Dugu Xiaodao was silent for a moment, and said in a nostalgic tone:

"When I went to Hanshan, I fought with Wenrenjian of the Taiqing sect, but I was really defeated by his pure swordsmanship. I was only a kid at that time, and I was arrogant, so I found a place in the mountains to study carefully. Mistakes in the sword technique."

"After thinking about it, I went for a few days and nights. I didn't think about food and drink, and only the knife in my hand was in my eyes. When I realized the method of breaking the 49 swords of Taiqing, I suddenly woke up and went to the stream to drink water. , I can only see that the skin around my body is dry, wrinkled and chapped, and my hair is full of hair, as if I have aged for decades!"

When the old man said this, he raised his head to the sky and howled helplessly. In an instant, the birds in the forest fluttered, shaking the leaves in the forest.

"Oh, I was scared out of my wits at that time. I was afraid that my life would not be long, so my hands and feet became stiff, and I fell to the ground and passed out. If it wasn't for the rescue by the bamboo man at that time, I'm afraid I would have died in that mountain forest Belly..."

Maybe this old man is not as old as his appearance, but lost his vitality because of his obsession with swordsmanship.Yu Jiachen thought in fear.

Dugu Xiaodao sighed again: "Bamboo Weng's stick skills are unparalleled in the world, but he died in this nameless mountain forest without thinking. Although I have been a little estranged from him in recent years, I still have a deep friendship with him. Now that he is dead, I feel sad It's hard, I have to kill you children to vent my anger!"

Behind the old man, the Houtianlou assassins holding torches gradually approached.The fir resin was burning, emitting large black smoke, and the clothes of the assassins were also pitch-black, as if they were covering their eyes darkly, so black that it was frightening.

The disciple of Tianshan Gate tremblingly pulled the palm leaves on Yu Jiachen's body, and asked: "Jiachen...we don't have a sword, what should we do?"

Yu Jiachen gritted his teeth tightly, as if facing an abyss.He was heartbroken, and shouted: "There is a sword in the grotto, those who are behind should hurry up and get it! The rest of the people will use what is at hand to set up a golden gang array to defend against the enemy!"

After listening to his order, the disciples rushed into the cave as if waking up from a dream.When they rescued the villagers at the bottom of the mountain before, they walked through the pile of dead people and picked up many iron swords with broken gaps.The disciple without a sword in his hand looked around anxiously, picked up a dead branch from the ground and held it in his hand, his teeth chattered and rushed into the golden gang formation.

The golden gang formation originated from Luoshu, and it is divided into nine palaces. It was originally necessary to count Yujiazi and Yujimao to be able to step on the gang, but now it has broken the positive number of the array.Even so, everyone had no choice but to bite the bullet and take photos.Yu Jiachen stepped into the Zhengong position first, protecting the iron sword in front of him.

The dilapidated iron sword looks like a dead branch and a rotten leaf when unfolded.Everyone murmured the Thunder Curse in their mouths, their steps were tense, and they didn't dare to make a mistake, trampling the fallen leaves all over the ground.The Houtianlou Assassins came from the darkness all around, with hideous faces and sharp swords in their hands, slashing at them like a storm.

The assassins were veterans of slaughter, and it was no problem to swing heavy irons. The disciples of Tianshanmen were slashed back by the bronze long knife, almost stepping on the wrong position.Fortunately, the steps and positions rotate in the formation, which can take advantage of the momentum of others to relieve the force, but it will not cause the formation to collapse.

When I looked up, it was pitch black.In the gloomy sky, in the gloomy mountains and forests, murderous ghosts dressed in black are all over the mountains and plains, rushing towards them from all directions.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Jiachen..." the still young Yizhu disciple cried, "I can't hold on anymore, I really can't!"

Yu Jiachen's heart was in a mess, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only shout: "Steady the golden gang formation! Don't be distracted!"

The disciple is still crying: "The tiger's mouth is split...a lot of blood is flowing. My hand hurts too much, and I can't hold the wooden stick. I don't have a sword, and I can't do anything...Brother, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Die!"

The misery in the cry seemed to have infected everyone's hearts, and several people couldn't help but make their steps disorder.Taking advantage of the chaos in this gap, the assassins shot out like arrows, kicked out the dark blades from their boots, and slashed at the disciple's knees.The disciples were caught off guard, their legs were pierced one by one, and they wailed endlessly.

The Jin Gang formation was in chaos, and several people fled in all directions like ants breaking a dike.

Yu Jiachen shouted anxiously: "Don't walk around!" The disciples around him were a little calmer, still guarding the golden gang formation, but the formation was smaller, and the swords danced by everyone weakened. .The assassins charged forward like wild beasts, seeing blood splattering everywhere in front of their eyes, the heads of the escaped disciples were all smashed, and the corpses fell to the ground in pieces.

In the blink of an eye, several more people died at the hands of Houtianlou.

Standing among the group of assassins, Dugu Xiaodao just smiled gloomyly as he watched them barely fight the enemy.The study knife in his hand suddenly spun, drawing a icy cold light.Yu Jiachen caught a glimpse of the saber light out of the corner of his eye, and was startled suddenly.

The old man shouted in a deep voice: "Is this the only thing that the Golden Gang Formation of the Heavenly Mountain Gate Envoy can do?"

Before the words fell, the dagger slashed towards the ground.The sharp blade was engulfed in a strong wind, and it seemed to soar several feet in an instant.There was only a sound like thunder, the soil under the feet was split open suddenly, sand and stones splashed like rain.The Tianshanmen disciple instantly lost his footing, staggering and falling backwards!

At this time, the moon was setting in the west, and the forest was covered with mist, as if shrouded in light veils, everything could not be seen clearly, but the night was like thick ink, which could not be melted away.Dugu Xiaodao made several more knives, each of which hit the ground like a gust of wind and thunder, as if it wanted to cut through the rocky ground.

The disciples lost their foothold, and Ta Gang's legs suddenly became disorganized, and blood was even drawn out by the blade.

Dugu Xiaodao went on the offensive again, suddenly approaching the palace of the Jin Gang formation, and in an instant he was in front of Yu Jiachen.Yu Jiachen's Ruo Li was blown away by the strong wind, revealing a pair of bewildered black pupils.He was at a loss, and he didn't even know how to deal with this thunderous and frantic strike, so he stood there dumbfounded.

"...Brother Jiachen!" The disciple beside him shouted sadly.

Yu Jiachen raised his head suddenly, gritted his teeth and swung the iron sword in his hand.The moment the swords met, the iron sword was cut off at the waist by the scholar's knife like water tofu.But Dugu Xiaodao was so powerful that he shattered the half of the knife into powder.

Amongst the scraps of iron, Dao Xia grinned his white teeth, and said with a serious smile: "The current master of the Tianshan Gate...seems to be mediocre."

The old man raised the knife and pointed the sharp edge at the center of Yu Jiachen's eyebrows.The book knife is extremely short and fast, as if it can penetrate his heavenly spirit cover in an instant.

In an instant, Yu Jiachen was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat again.He put aside the broken sword in his hand, turned around to dodge, twisted the blade of the Houtianlou assassin who was attacking him, exerted force on his knees and feet, pushed the assassin away, put the sword in his hand, and barely resisted it. Dugu Xiaodao hit the blade.

But the strength of the swordsman was as strong as a mountain, and he could only hear the thin blade trembling in his hand. The point of the knife was stabbing the edge of the sword, carving fine cracks on the body of the sword.

I can't stop it!Yu Jiachen's heart skipped a beat, and he saw Dugu Xiaodao's face with bulging veins in front of his eyes, and his mouth exhaled thickly, making it even more cold and terrifying.He wanted to withdraw the sword and retreat, but there was no way to dodge it. The Dugu knife pierced the blade in his hand, and the blade still went straight to his eyebrows.

"Brother!"

In an instant, Yu Jiachen could only hear a few shouts from the side, and suddenly felt his body was hit hard.Several Tianshanmen disciples who were nearby rushed over, hugged him and rolled him to the ground, narrowly missing the edge of the blade.

Yu Jiachen fell so badly that his spine seemed to be broken.With a muffled snort, he opened his eyes, only to see Dugu Xiaodao standing majestically in front of him, his figure was dyed blood red by the flames, like a monster wading out of a sea of ​​blood.

He lowered his head again, only to hear the two Tianshanmen disciples hugging him to avoid the blade groaning in pain, one of them had half of his head cut off by the wind of the blade, and the blood stained the coir raincoat bright red.The other person was split open from the shoulder to the heart, and half of his body was crumbling.

Dugu Xiaodao's strike was so tyrannical.Although the book knife was short, it was fast and long, cutting the bodies of the two people apart one after another.Even so, there was still a thin and narrow scar on Yu Jiachen's forehead, and the blood beads turned into blood lines, which slowly slid down.

"Ding Chou, Bingchen?"

Yu Jiachen called their names tremblingly, but got no reply.He looked at the two corpses that were lying on his body, gradually getting colder, and his heart gradually became cold.He still remembered that the two of them curled up nervously when he asked who else could go down the mountain with him earlier, avoiding his sight, like a wimp who didn't want to give up his life.

But now the two of them fought with their lives to push him away from Dugu Xiaodao, and rushed to become the ghost under the knife.

Looking around, I saw Houtianlou assassins surrounded them like a gloomy rain cloud.The disciples had only short knives and dry branches in their hands. They struggled weakly and tremblingly, and were soon cut off by the shiny iron knives, screaming again and again.

It hadn't rained tonight, but now it was raining blood in the woods.The branches and leaves rustled, and red agate-like blood beads dripped from the tip of the leaves, soaking the ground under your feet.

Yu Jiachen looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and the familiar sense of despair gripped his heart again.He really didn't accomplish enough and failed more than he did, he couldn't even lead everyone to use the Golden Gang Formation to escape from Longwei Mountain.

"Brother Jiachen, run away!" the disciples cried to him, tears streaming down their cheeks.They are just fledgling disciples of one or two pearls, so they had to flee in a hurry under the sword of the assassin in Houtianlou, but they still didn't forget to run in the opposite direction, "Even if only you can escape, the Tianshanmen will be considered a victory!" !"

The blunt sound of the sword piercing the flesh was endless, and Yu Jiachen was terrified, watching the tragic scene unfold in front of his eyes.

Standing among the ghosts, Dugu Xiaodao said with a low smile, "No, none of you... can escape from Longwei Mountain today!"

The sparks fell into the pile of dead leaves and ignited a raging fire.Ashes were flying all over the sky, like tiny butterfly wings.

The knife man turned into a hideous knife ghost, holding the study knife tightly in his hand, and charged at Yujiachen with a stride.He swung his right arm as hard as a rock high, and the wind of the sword brought out the momentum of earth collapse and mountain destruction.But Yu Jiachen couldn't avoid it, he knelt and sat in the pool of blood, looking at the old evil ghost who came to take his life with a dazed but miserable look.

This knife cut straight down from the top of his head, it was going to cut his brain in half.

Yu Jiachen stared helplessly at the attacking blade, suddenly feeling unwilling.He promised his senior brother that he would lead his juniors down the mountain, but now he retreats here until he reneges on his promise.Thinking of this, he felt as if he had tasted the taste of ten thousand ants eating his heart, both heartbroken and regretful.

He thought dazedly, the two juniors Ding Chou and Bing Chen gave up their own lives to save him, do they think his life is more important than their own?

Probably not.But Yu Dingchou and Yu Bingchen had no other thoughts in their minds for a moment, they only wanted to save him, and put aside many other distracting thoughts, so that they could save him from the knife swordsman who cut mountains and seas.Under normal circumstances, the three of them would have been cut to pieces by Dugu's knife.

So he has to do the same as these two people, giving up his life to win a chance for everyone.

He suddenly remembered that Wang Xiaoyuan told him the heart formula of Yubai Saber when he was about to enter Shimen.At that time Wang Xiaoyuan was puzzled by these few words, and he trusted him quite a bit, so he told him the tactic, hoping to get his insight.

The heart formula is: I can become me because I don't have a self.

In an instant, Yu Jiachen's heart suddenly became clear.He made a promise with his senior brother that he must take the disciples of the Tianshan Gate to rush down the mountain, and he must do what he said!

His eyes finally returned to clarity, and immediately exhausted all his strength, he pulled out the broken knife from the ground like crazy, and met Dugu Xiaodao.

The moment the blade iron touched, it immediately shattered, Yu Jiachen turned around and kicked another broken sword from the ground.But in front of Dugu Xiaodao's sword moves like a landslide, he was like a mayfly shaking a tree, struggling to death.

But Dugu Xiaodao was moved and laughed: "Okay, okay!" Every time Yu Jiachen chopped off a broken knife, his smile deepened.Although Dao Chi loves people with superb martial arts skills, he also respects moths who are overwhelmed but want to jump into the flames.

The old man danced the study knife like a raging wave, and shouted every time he drew a knife: "Can you still take it? Do you still have the guts to take it!"

Yu Jiachen tried his best and responded hoarsely: "Yes! Dare!"

After a cup of tea, Yu Jiachen was covered with scars, his one arm was bleeding and broken, blood flowed horizontally, and the ground under his body was also blooming with bright red blood.

There was only one broken knife left on the ground, lying alone in the distance, but he no longer had the strength to pick it up.

Appreciation loomed in the eyes of the old man: "When I first saw you, you were still like a new thorn. Although the sharpness was strong, it was easy to file off. But now you have the nature of a pampas grass, even if the wind blows, you are hard to break."

"It's just a pity, today you will be buried under the knife of the old man. Although you are a good seedling, you can no longer take root and produce flowers." Dugu Xiaodao said, shaking off the blood on the study knife, Point the blade at him.

Yu Jiachen gasped weakly.He glanced at his side out of the corner of his eye, perhaps all his efforts to deal with people were directed at him, there are still many Tianshanmen disciples who have not been poisoned by the Tianlou assassins, but just pressed to the ground and twisted their arms, unable to move .

Dugu Xiaodao laughed and said: "Let's take a step ahead on the road to Huangquan, young man who learns sword!"

Yu Jiachen didn't dodge, he no longer had the strength to move forward.Blinking his eyes, he felt the blood was gradually draining from his body, and his eyes were turning white, like light snow falling from the Tianshan Mountains.

The fire is so bright that it reflects the sky and the earth like daytime.The steaming heat seemed to make the trees tremble and tremble, burning away the shadows hidden in the deep forest.It became scorching hot and bright everywhere, but there seemed to be a cloud of mist in front of my eyes, hazy.

But at that moment, Yu Jiachen clearly discerned a figure slowly walking out from the depths of the grotto.

It was also at that moment that Dugu Xiaodao suddenly stopped his movements and hung the knife abruptly above his head.The assassins also looked at the man in unison, and for a while, the sound of fighting and clashing of arms stopped abruptly.Yu Jiachen looked up, and saw a dazzling snow-white between the blood-red flames.

"Who is it!" the assassins yelled out vigilantly, but retreated unconsciously.

It was a swordsman in white.

The man was wearing a snow coat and a gauze hat, so brightly white, like a ball of snow falling in the fire.There was only a rusty knife hanging on his waist, and the knife had many gaps, so one could tell it was dug out from the pile of dead people, but everyone thought he should be called a swordsman, and the sword he wielded was shocking.

The white-clothed swordsman walked out slowly from the grotto, every step seemed to reach a thousand junctures, knocking heavily on everyone's hearts.The flying ashes brushed past him, as if they did not want to leave any blemishes on his body.

The assassins became timid, they faintly guessed who this person was, and silently made way.The swordsman in white stepped forward and pulled the broken knife from the ground.When the broken blade came off the ground, there was a buzzing sound, and the blade body reflected the figure of the man supporting the wind like a willow.

Yu Jiachen clutched his wound and looked at the swordsman. He had seen that snow coat in the grotto before. It was a thing left by the previous generation of Yubai swordsman. On the body of the swordsman.Although it is true that this person should be Wang Xiaoyuan who retreated a few days ago, Yu Jiachen always feels strange in his heart.The person in front of him looks peaceful, but inside he is as cold as ice, like a cold blade made of solid ice.

He hesitated and spoke out with difficulty: "Senior brother... is it senior brother?"

The rest of the Tianshanmen disciples who were kneeling on the ground tried their best to get up and raised their heads joyfully. Seeing the snow coats of the mountain gate that day, they felt a little more at ease. He became fussy, and exerted more strength on his body, trying to break free from the clutches of the Houtianlou assassins.

"The head of the sect is here! We can save our lives, but we must not lie on the ground and be the grandsons of others!" A disciple yelled, "Get up! We must break out today!"

Even Dugu Xiaodao, who was calm and composed before, could not help but change color slightly at this time, and turned the knife towards the visitor with a tense face.The Yubai Swordsman has been in the northwest for several years. Although the mountain gate is destroyed today, the reputation of the Yubai Sword is still there. "One knife in the sheath will disappear in the wind and frost, and three moves will settle the stars." This is a poem that everyone in the city can recite.

Amidst the noise, the swordsman said softly: "Jiachen, I'm coming down to take you down the mountain."

His voice is gentle, like the clear gurgling stream on the Tianshan Mountains, which can wash away restlessness in the heart.

Dugu Xiaodao suddenly took a step forward and laughed loudly. "Yubai Swordsman, although I am lucky enough to be able to meet you here, I must not speak so presumptuously. If I want to go down from Longwei Mountain, I have to decide with this knife!"

His eyes fell on the swordsman, and he suddenly showed joy and madness, "I have also coveted your sword moves for a long time, and I look forward to confronting you day and night. Why don't we fight today, and the outcome will be determined!" "

The night wind blows the gauze, and the soft white gauze seems to ripple.The white-clothed swordsman stands among the gloomy mountains and forests and the clouds of ghosts, floating as if alone in the world.

At that moment, Yu Jiachen paled in astonishment amidst the cheers.He saw the swordsman's face clearly through the rippling white gauze, it was still familiar, delicate and picturesque, with dark pupils.

It's just that the full head of black hair seemed to have fallen from the frost and snow, turning into a head of white hair.

Yu Qiuxia lowered her eyes and wiped the blade of grass off the broken blade.The light of the knife is as cold as water, and there seems to be a turbulent undercurrent in it.The method of the third knife seems to make him become Jiuli Xingshuang, although his appearance has not changed, but his heart has become more and more cold.

"Thanks to the kindness of the old man." Yu Qiuxia said, the white hair was thin and soft, hanging down his cheeks, and when he raised his head, he slightly covered a pair of ancient well-free eyes.

"But now, the sword is ruthless."

——[Journal of Six Yang and Six Numbers]——

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Volume [-] is over!From the outline point of view, this is really a very unpleasant volume, with a lot of supporting role plots, and unhappy bento unfolding, maybe it is tangled and trivial to read (I am too good, huh).But in any case, the third part of the beginning, succession and transformation has finally been completed, and the next part can be said to be rushing towards the ending.The next seventh volume is a volume that I have wanted to write since the beginning of the article. I hope that I can rack my brains to write the scene I want to write... Mmm... Thank you very much for the little friends who can read this!Refill!