In the autumn of the 11th year of the DQin Dynasty Yuanwu, a rare rainstorm swept the entire long mausoleum, and the dark clouds as heavy as lead were accompanied by terrible thunder, making the capital of the DQin Dynasty like falling into the magical world.

Outside the city, countless officials and sergeants in black official clothes stood in dense stride, allowing the storm to blow, and their bodies were nailed to the ground like a nail, and they were motionless.

In the midst of the storm, an iron-armed ship suddenly arrived!

A lightning bolt in the sky at this moment, the sunken iron giant ship shone a snow white.

All the officials and sergeants who had condensed the edge of the port were all tremning.

The head of this iron-armor ship is a real dragon head!

Even if the head of the beast is even larger than the carriage, it still flashes with crazy killing in its red eyes, and the mighty is more amazing than the stormy waves.

Without waiting for the giant ship to land, three officials flew directly over the river for dozens of meters, such as a three-hand hammer falling on the bow deck.

What made the three officials even more frightening was that the ship was full of terrible gaps and debris, and they did not seem to know how many fierce battles they had experienced, and they were only able to see that there was only one man in a robe, and the old servant looked like an old man standing in the corner of the ship, and he could not see the figure of the man they were waiting for.

“Mr. Han, where is the night?”

The three officials saluted together and asked with shock.

"No need to be polite, the head of the night has gone to the hiding place of the sword furnace."The old man in the appearance of the old servant faintly owed the gift, but in the middle of the speech, in the rainstorm, he could not see the old man's face, but his eyes were deeply and cold, exuding a heart-wrong domineering.

“Has the night head gone?”The three officials shook their bodies at the same time, and they couldn't help but look back at the city at the same time.

The whole tomb has been covered by heavy rains and twilight, and only the shadow of a tall corner tower is looming.

At the same time, a black umbrella suddenly appeared on the southern side of the Changling City.

People holding black umbrellas walked flat on the rough river to a rough alley on the banks of the big river.

There were six black-clad officers with the same black umbrellas, all the same height and height, who could not see their faces under the black umbrella, and stood quietly on the shore waiting for this man.

After the man disembarked, the six officials made no extra movement or made any sound, but the dispersion of silence followed behind.

In the rough alley, there is an ordinary courtyard, which has gradually become the center of these black umbrellas that began to emit a killing atmosphere.

The sound of water is ticking, mixed with the chewing sound of food.

A middle-aged man in a coarse cloth and cuffed was eating his dinner under the rain in the courtyard.

The man's buffcloth was shabby, a piece of hair was tied with a grass rope at will, the soles of a pair of cloth shoes were nearly worn, and the nails of the hands were all filthy, the face was ordinary, and there was no difference between them and the ordinary pickers nearby.

His dinner is also very ordinary and simple, just a bowl of coarse rice, a plate of green vegetables, a sauce of beans dry, but the middle-aged man eats the score of sweetness, each mouthful to chew dozens of times, only slowly swallowed.

After chewing the last clump of rice, the middle-aged man reached out to take a wooden tuft hanging under the eaves, scooped a clear water from the water tank next to him, and drank it all, so he filled a full hiccup.

As he sounded, the first black umbrella stopped right in front of his courtyard.

A snow-white official boots protruded from under one of the black umbrellas, and in the color of black weight, it seemed unusually eye-catching.

After the official boots, it was a long white dress, a wild-splenished silk, thin lips, and faint eyebrows like a distant mountain in the rain.

From the stormy river as a leisurely walk, there is a very book-book, waist and limbs are very moving beautiful woman.

She came out from under the black umbrella, let the autumn rain wet her green silk, and walked lightly into the middle-aged man's courtyard, and then said softly to the middle-aged man: "Night cold saw Mr. Zhao Qi."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, but this eyebrow, his face seemed to suddenly become vivid, and his body began to emit an unspeakable charm.

"I saw the head of the night for the first time in three years in Changling."

He did not pay the gift, but smiled, but his eyes passed from the woman's body and put into the street in the distant autumn rain.

"Changling has been really boring for a long time, just like your Qin people's sword and people, straight up and down, horizontally vertically, vertically, four straight and stable, even the street wall is not gray or black, there is no beauty."Today, I look at the style of the night head, but it makes my eyes shine, but it seems to be very different from this long mausoleum."

His words are clear, just like the casual sigh when the tea and rice are full of people on weekdays, but these few words are exported, and all the people under the black umbrella outside the courtyard are cold.

“Audaciously!The sword is ungodly!The head of the night, you are not bound to be caught, and you dare to say this taunting word!”

A cold hard drink suddenly sounded under a black umbrella in the distance.

Obviously, it is deliberately to let the middle-aged man and the white dress woman see the face, the voice of the umbrella will lift the umbrella face, this is a handsome young man, lips red and white, skin color, eyes flicker like cold electricity.

“Oh?”

A whisper sounded.

The middle-aged man's frown widened and his face was relieved: "No wonder you are so much weaker than other people's breath... It turns out that you are not one of the six offerings of the prison, so you should be an official of the gods."

The handsome young official's hands in black clothes were originally in the imperceptible slight trembling, the previous action, it seems that it took a lot of courage, at this time heard the middle-aged man said that his breath was too weak than a few umbrellas in the back, his eyes suddenly ignited some anger, but breathing but couldn't help but rush more.

The middle-aged man's eyes were already out of his body, fell on the white-clad woman, he smiled at the white dress woman and said: "At this age, he has crossed the fourth realm in half a step, and he should be a rare talent in your dynasty."

The white-clad woman smiled, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, "Mr. said it was good."

"He should just admire you and want to make an impression on you."The middle-aged man looked at the white dress woman meaningfully, "Wouldn't it be a pity?"

“What do you... mean?”The handsome young official's face was suddenly white, and his heavy clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and a bad presentiment suddenly rose in his heart.

The white-clad woman turned to look at him, smiled, giving the impression that she seemed to have no ill feelings for this handsome young man, but a drop of raindrops on her side was suddenly still.

Then the drop of raindrop began to accelerate, accelerated to the point of terror, in the process of accelerating naturally grew into a thin sword.

The “shut” is loud.

The black umbrella was filled with blood, the head of the handsome young official was out of the neck, and the flying black umbrella landed together, and his eyes were open to death, and he could not believe it was true.

“Good luck!”

The middle-aged man slapped and cheered, "Even the gods who monitor your actions are directly killed by a sword, and the night head is really good, but in order to kill you yourself in a rare way, you have a rare practitioner, the head of the night seems to have no heart."

The white dress woman smiled slightly: "What a woman wants, it is enough to have a breast."

The middle-aged man was a little, and he did not think that the white dress woman would say such a word.

“It makes sense.”

He laughed at himself, "People like the head of the night, no matter what they do and say, really don't need to care too much about the opinions of others."

The white-clad woman's eyelashes trembling and her lips slightly opened, but at this time, she sensed something, her eyebrows were slightly scratched, but she no longer spoke.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face converged at this time, the few tiny wrinkles in the corner of his eye were all flattened by some strange fluorescence, the body's hair began to flash the luster of jade, a rolling hot air, making the rain filament floating in the sky all turned into white water vapor, a strong killing breath, began to fill this small yard.

"Although the majors are different, but the practitioners under the world are divided into nine realms according to the realm of strength, each of which is divided into three products, your emperor, what kind of situation is he now?"At first, the identity was obviously a transcendent white dress woman to salute him, he did not salute him, and at this moment, he was seriously and deeply, and asked.

"I don't have a heart, so I won't answer your question without any benefit."The white-clad woman looked at him calmly and said in an indisputable tone, "One person has a problem."

The middle-aged man sighed slightly and looked up, “Okay.”

The white-dressed woman did not discuss the succession at all, and asked directly first: "The sword furnace disciples are all dead swords, and even their own lives are not in the eyes, but this lurks for three years, you do not assassinate me to the practitioner, nor secretly fight the party camp, and do not try to steal my work in the practice, what do you want to do?" 」

The middle-aged man looked at her and sighed, “Your secret arsenal of those places of practice, even if it is strong, can you have something strong left by that person?”

His counter-question was very short, and he did not even mention the name of "man", but these two words were like a taboo, and the five officials under the black umbrella outside the courtyard did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation under the bloody scene of the previous sword beheading, and at this moment heard this sentence, the black umbrella in their hands trembled at the same time, and the umbrella surface shook countless flowers.

The white dress woman was a little upset, she sneered: "It has been so many years, you are not dead, but also want to see if there is anything left by that person?" 」

The middle-aged man did not say anything, but looked at her eyes with interest, waiting for her next answer.

The white-clad woman looked at the middle-aged man who seemed more and more attractive, and suddenly sympathized with each other, saying softly: "Son five years ago has reached the seven realms, and has not shot again in the past five years, I don't know if you are satisfied with this answer?"

"Five years ago has reached the seven realms, five years of time for the mirror, should be enough."“Is it really the 8th?”There was a deep sadness and sadness in the middle-aged man's eyebrows, but in the next moment, they all disappeared, all turned into sharp swords!

His whole body began to glow, like a sword hidden in its sheath for many years, suddenly out of the sheath!

All the dried and growing grass on the walls and on the roof of the small courtyard was cut out for the sharp breath and flew out.

“Please!”

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and the world in his eyes seemed to be left with the white dress woman opposite.

"The seventh apprentice of the sword furnace Zhao Qian, the master of the night division of the autumn water sword!"

When his voice sounded like this, the white-clad woman was still silent and did not seem to have any reaction, but the five black officials outside the courtyard were all a low voice, walking around the five corners outside the courtyard, and the black umbrella in her hand rotated violently at the same time.

On the black umbrella face like the round shield, with the sharp rotation, it is not sprinkling countless raindrops, but countless pieces of energy.

Blow up!

The whole courtyard bulged out like paper, instantly blown into countless burning pieces.

A muffled hum sounded under the umbrella, and the burning fragments contained an astounding force that gave the five officers a harsh sound of friction in the soles and wet slate roads.

The dense air formed the impenetrable wall, and few burning fragments pierced out, and the rolling heat and burning Mars were forced to vent toward the sky above, looking from a distance, like a huge flood furnace erected between heaven and earth.

In the center of the flood furnace, the middle-aged man Zhao Qian did not know when there was a small red sword.

This sword is not more than two feet long, but the real fire placed on the inside and outside the sword's body and the tip of the sword form a fire cluster up to several meters!

The white-clothed woman in front of him, whom he called the head of the night, had disappeared, but thousands of fine rain rayens, like countless small swords, came to him.

...

At the moment of the shooting of five officers armed with black umbrellas, dozens of swordsmen with various swords also poured into the culty alley.

These swordsmen have the same breath as the five umbrella officials, in such a storm, falling around their bodies of rain beads are like life-like fear of flying, everyone outside the body out of thin air out of thin air out of thin air, like a world.

Such a picture can only show that they, like the five black umbrella officials, are rare in the world and have unimaginable means of practitioners.

However, at this moment, listening to the continuous roar in the courtyard, watching the water beads that are constantly splashing in the surrounding water due to the shaking of the ground, even the general situation inside can not feel them at all, but the face is getting whiter and white, and the cold sweat in the hands is more and more.

They had already been clear about what the Zhao National Sword Furnace was like, but today they finally understand that their estimate of the sword furnace is still too low.

In fact, the time was very short, so short that even the nearby people thought that it was thunder and did not reflect what it was, and suddenly a strange crack was emitted around the black umbrella screen of the small courtyard.

A black umbrella could not hold it, and it flew nearly 100 meters to one side.

The black-clad officials with no sheathless iron swords scattered around the courtyard at the same time suddenly changed color, and the four black-clad swordsmen behind the black umbrella suddenly issued a sharp shot and pulled the sword in front of him.

When the four voices are resounded, the four-handled swords are bent into a semicircular shape at the same time, the four black-clad swordsmen have an earthquake on the soles of their feet, and they all want to hold it, but in the next moment, the four black-clad swordsmen are all spouting a blood arrow in their mouths, and the birds of the folded wings have crashed back.

The wave that gushed from the black umbrella curtain rift did not disappear, passing through a vegetable garden, destroying two fences, and passing through a wide street, flocking to a fragrant oil shop across the street.

A blast of explosion.

Several door panels on the door of the fragrant oil shop first burst into countless small pieces, and then half of the shop was collapsed, the twilight of the house smashed, surging a large amount of dust.

"Which day to kill the rain to catch the car does not have long eyes, but also hurry so fast!"“I ruined my shop!”

A harsh scream exploded from the collapsed shop, and a middle-aged woman holding an oil spoon rushed out in sorrow and anger, and the situation was about to hit people, but the moment he saw the scene in front of him, the middle-aged woman's oil spoon landed in her hand and made a more harsh scream.

“The case of the court!”

A black-clad swordsman who was shocked and sprayed with bled arrows fell down the green stone board road in front of this shop, listening to the middle-aged woman's screams, he gritted his teeth and stood up with a long sword bent like a crescent, a sharp, and the killing intention made the middle-aged woman tremble and scream.

At this time, the face of the sad black-clad swordsman was to collapse half of the fragrant oil shop, but also out of a boy with an oil bottle, at most thirteen or forty-four years old, but on the dusty immature face, there was actually no half-feared look.

He was just curious, his eyes clear at the black swordsman, and then his eyes crossed the body of the black swordsman and fell to the back of the two destroyed fences.

In his sight, a beautiful white woman was coming out of the notch of the black umbrella screen.

“Bury him.”

The white dress woman's dress was soaked, she seemed tired to the extreme, in a few black umbrellas gathered up, to help her block the falling rain ray above, she just whispered these three words.