A black hand stretched out from the narrow gap in the mountain wall, the long nails were filled with black dirt, the palm of the hand slowly spread out, and a white snowflake just fell from the air and happened to land in the palm of the palm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The black hand trembled slightly, and froze in mid-air, and the snowflakes instantly turned into clear water and soaked the palms of their hands. More snowflakes fell and landed in the palms of their hands, no longer melting, but slowly accumulating.

I don't know how long it took, the hand slowly retracted, the snowflake was tightly held in the hand, turned into a snowball, spread out, stared, the snowball slowly turned into a small sword in the palm of the palm, flew lightly, circled back and forth in the gap a few times, suddenly accelerated, with a bang, it was deeply inserted into the mountain wall.

The snow slowly slid down the mountain wall, and the snow was still snow, but there was a deep hole in the mountain wall.

A long sigh.

A plaintive moan.

An angry roar.

A person slowly walked out of the gap, the long hair was like a lock of tethered hemp rope, draped down haphazardly, hanging down to the waist, the beard and hair were tangled together, almost completely covering the mouth, there was almost no inch on the body, the whole body, only a pair of tattered shorts was left and barely covered with shame, and what was even more shocking was that the large and small scars all over the body were layered, the new injuries covered the old wounds, and there was hardly much good skin and flesh. The latest wound scars are clearly just getting older, and the pink color contrasts with the skin color elsewhere.

With his arms outstretched, he raised his head to the sky and roared, the howling sound went straight to the clouds, and the snowflakes flying in the sky were shocked and rolled upside down, and with his howling, the sound of swords in the entire valley suddenly became loud. It seemed that countless sword qi were correspondingly harmonizing with this howling sound.

Turning around, reaching out, from the gap in the mountain wall, pulled out a black and heavy sword, straightened up, stretched out his hand, tore off a piece of mountain vine from the mountain wall, and carried the big sword on his back, this person walked barefoot step by step towards the valley mouth in his memory.

This is Takeyama.

This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords.

This person is naturally Yang Zhi who was forced to enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords to fight for his life.

A sharp sword qi suddenly went from far to near, straight to Yang Zhi, and the steps did not pause at all, but a dead leaf on the ground was lightning and flew up, and with a bang, it met the flying sword qi, and it was immediately twisted to pieces, but that sword qi also disappeared without a trace.

The pace did not stop, and continued to move forward, more and more sword qi attacked from all directions, stones, leaves, and grass roots also kept flying from the ground, facing these sword qi, while he was shattered to his bones, he also succeeded in letting these sword qi disperse in vain.

Time passed little by little, and the closer he got to the valley, the more powerful the sword became, and there was still snow in the sky, but fine beads of sweat appeared on Yang Zhi's forehead, and he was panting slightly.

He had been walking for half a day, and he had not stopped even a small step in the past half a day, but now, he had stopped, and looked solemnly at the front of him, where three swords were inserted side by side.

Taking a deep breath, his hand caressed the sword's cheek, revealing a crimson scar from under his beard and hair, the same one he had left here a month earlier, and now he was back.

Backhanded, he held the black and heavy sword on his back, and with a clear sword sound, the big sword was held in his hand and raised flatly. Taking another breath, he let out a roar and strode forward.

There were three sword sounds, and the three swords stuck in the ground suddenly flew up.

"I'll definitely get out." Yang Zhi roared angrily.

The entrance of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords is not as ordinary people imagine, it is sandwiched between two mountains, but his entrance is a cliff, a staircase that can barely step on one foot, spiraling down from the top of the cliff, standing on the top of the cliff and looking down, the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords is obviously not deep, but it is dense, and the bottom cannot be seen at all.

Here, for ordinary disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it is a forbidden area, and among their rumors, it is not that someone has come out of the inside and become the hero of the entire sect, but rather a tragic legend that can make people despair. For hundreds of years, many people went in, but few people came out.

Ling Fei sat cross-legged on a slippery stone at the top of the valley, and I don't know how many people had sat here, and the whole stone was so light that it could almost illuminate the shadow of a person. In front of him, there were several plates, which actually contained several dishes, and next to them were a pot of wine and two wine glasses.

"Senior brother, I don't know if you're still alive, half a year ago, I heard the master say that you are not dead, senior brother, I am very happy, but after that time, the master went out of the mountain, and he has not come back yet, I went to ask the head of the uncle, but the head of the uncle did not pay attention to me. Brother, today is your birthday! Whether you are alive or not, Senior Brother will toast you with a glass of wine, you drink it! Ling Fei poured two cups to the brim, one into the valley, and the other with a tilt of his neck and drank it.

"These dishes are all your favorite dishes." Ling Fei smiled: "They all say that you are not a good person, but I know that you are just a little out of character, usually arrogant and domineering, and your heart is still excellent, when my mother was seriously ill, it was you who took me to the capital overnight, and almost tied a doctor to my house, which saved my mother's life." For this one thing, I decided that you were my brother for the rest of my life. ”

"Brother, are you still alive?" Ling Fei's voice choked up a little.

He poured another glass of wine, and poured his hand into the valley with some trembling hands, the wine just fell into the mist, but the valley suddenly made a rumbling sound, the mist churned, and the snowflakes in the sky were densely packed at this time, but at this time they flew into the valley like birds throwing into the forest.

With a bang, the other wine glass in Ling Fei's hand fell on the cliff, he looked at Gu Nei with wide eyes in shock, and muttered, "Senior brother, you, are you really dead?" Is this your apparition? This, this ......"

The rumbling sound in the valley was still endless, and the countless snowflakes gradually formed a huge sword at the top of the valley, slowly inserting towards the bottom of the valley.

The sound was so intense that the sound of the top of the mountain cliff swishing endlessly, countless disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect rushed here, and they were all amazed to see such a strange scene.

In an instant, the top of the cliff was already crowded with people, most of them had lived on the bamboo mountain for decades, and some of them had lived for several years, but they had never seen such a strange scene.

"Senior brother, junior brother, are you still alive, is that you? Is that you? Ling Fei, who was standing on the very edge, shouted loudly, and his cry attracted a lot of ridicule.

"Senior Brother Ling, are you talking about that sewing guy? I'm afraid his bones are rotting now. ”

"Such a strange scene, it must be the heavens appearing, and we must go to the next level in Zhushan!"

"Catch up with Nantianmen and become the number one sect in the world, just around the corner!"

In the midst of a mockery, Ling Fei looked back and glared angrily.

On the top of the mountain, the bamboo forest, the bamboo house, Bi Wanjian held a cup of steaming tea in his hand, standing on the terrace, and the snowflakes falling from the sky reached the place above his head, as if encountering an invisible barrier, they parted one after another and fell on his side. Looking at the scene in the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, a smile appeared on his face.

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive, this is the first seventh-level peak disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to step into the valley in hundreds of years, but he can come out alive, it's a pity that Senior Brother Fu doesn't know, otherwise he will definitely be happy." Picking up his cup and drinking the tea in one gulp, he laughed three times, turned and walked into the house, the door closed tightly, and there was no more movement.

At the top of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, everyone's eyes widened, and something strange had happened in the valley at this time, the rumbling sound gradually decreased, and the sword qi that roared back and forth clearly spread from the bottom of the valley to everyone's ears, and everyone looked at each other, and from time to time there would be Dao sword light piercing through the mist, flashing in everyone's eyes, and then turning his head and stabbing into the valley like lightning.

"Senior brother, it must be junior brother, he is the only one in the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, he is the only one, no one wants to come out of the valley, these sword qi will not move." Ling Fei shouted.

This time, no one laughed at him anymore. Because what he said was true, in the past two years in the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, there was only one person who stepped into the valley, and that was Yang Zhi, the son of the former arrogant and domineering son of the former Zuo Xiang in their eyes.

A long roar that rushed straight into the clouds broke through the fog in the valley, a sword light, a black shadow, rushed up from the bottom of the valley, and the big sword formed by the flying snow was shattered by the sword light.

The sword aura was pressing, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect on the top of the cliff involuntarily retreated backwards one by one, and a chill arose in their hearts.

With a click, a figure fell on the slippery stone on the edge of the cliff, convulsing, slowly, one leg bent up, one hand propped up on the stone, and the almost naked man stood up slowly, little by little.

"I'm out, I'm finally out!" Yang Zhi stood up tenaciously, his whole body, it seemed that blood was bubbling out everywhere, he had long hair and waist-length, but at this time he was cut to pieces, and the only shameful clothes on his body were almost gone, only some tattered strips of cloth hung around his waist.

On the top of the cliff, there were also many female disciples, but at this time, no one felt shy because of this, and everyone looked at this person who seemed to have climbed out of the devil's abyss in horror.

"Senior brother, is that you?" Ling Fei took a few steps forward and asked in a trembling voice.

Yang Zhi turned around and looked at Ling Fei, "Senior brother, I came out alive." ”

Ling Fei's lips trembled, he walked up to Yang Zhi, stretched out his hand, and gently put it on his shoulder: "It's good to come out, it's good to be alive." (To be continued.) )