In addition to being the birthplace of human civilization, Gwangju also has one thing that originated from this, and that is the sword!

The swordsman, the king of a hundred soldiers, the sword opens with a double-edged body and a straight head, which can hurt people horizontally and vertically, and can penetrate the armor with stabs, which is dangerous and abnormal, and is born to kill.

There is a mountain in Gwangju, known as Mt. Ken, and it is said that there are thousands of swords buried on the mountain, so every inch of the mountain is made of swords, so the world often calls it Mt. Mangwon!

On it sits the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, one of the ten major forces of Great Xia, which is the holy land of swordsmen in the whole world!

Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is actually a cemetery, who is buried? Buried with swords! Ten thousand swords!

Since ancient times, after the death of every Dao Reality Realm Grandmaster whose Dao Soul is a sword, his condensed and solid sword soul will not return to the Great Dao, but will fly into the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain in the air under the action of a great force of heaven and earth, and sleep here.

Wanjian Mountain is also a huge volcano, and at the top of the volcano is a large lake called Burial Sword Lake.

The Burial Sword Lake is very large, the lake water is very clear, from the shore you can clearly see the countless swords inserted in the lake, from the outside and inside, densely packed, close to this lake, countless sword intent soared into the sky, because the sharp air is too strong, ordinary people should not approach!

But at this time, under the heavy rain by the lake, there were two people, a middle-aged man and a girl, both wearing robes and holding fishing rods!

The middle-aged man stared at the lake motionlessly, his face was extremely ordinary, so ordinary that if he walked in the crowd, he would be submerged all of a sudden, under the coat was a simple coarse cloth clothes, and there was no momentum in his body, but the deepest part of those eyes had a storm-like edge!

The girl on the side is also dressed in coarse cloth, and the facial features are also very ordinary, but the combination of various facial features has a different temperament, which feels very inconspicuous at a glance, but the more you look at it, the more flavorful it is.

The girl followed the example of a middle-aged man, staring at the lake quietly, motionless, and the raindrops falling from the sky hit the lake, stirring up waves after circles.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man raised his hand and waved his fishing rod upward, and suddenly a sword roar came, and a sword was pulled out of the water, and the sword was carved with seven star beads, shining with white starlight, and the sword aura was compelling, the three-grade sword soul, seven stars!

Men and girls don't fish, they catch swords!

"I'm lucky today, I actually caught a three-grade seven-star sword, and it's not in vain that I sat for a day and a night!" The middle-aged man let out a smug laugh, he was also very happy to be able to catch a sword of such quality.

Although the girl on the side was still speechless and still expressionless, a trace of chagrin flashed in her eyes, and she thought that every time it was in vain.

"Jian Sheng, the sharp qi in your body is still too strong, scaring away all the swords in this lake, when can you catch a sword, as a teacher, you will be allowed to go down the mountain to Shenjing to participate in the Daowu competition. ”

The girl nodded, and continued to stare intently at the lake.

"Now the wide area city under this mountain is very lively, and the little highness has made a lot of noise, and he also sent someone to threaten me before, saying that he would use the four armies to level my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, interesting, really interesting!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man released the seven-star sword he had just caught back into the lake, and re-hooked the fishing, and the entire Burial Sword Lake began to quiet down again.

And on an unnamed hill on the outskirts of Guangyu City, in the midst of heavy rain, Zhao Yu stood quietly, looking at the front and silent, Liang Po was holding an umbrella behind him, also with red eyes, affectionate and sad, in front of them erected a well-dressed mound, somewhat simple, and the stele only wrote the tomb of the biological mother Huangshang, and there was no other name.

There are relics in front of the monument that have just been memorialized, presumably not long after leaving, and a pot of wine is placed on it, which should be the uncle Huang Ting has just come.

Zhao Yu knows that his mother likes to drink the most, and the graceful and quiet of ordinary women in the boudoir is different, Zhao Yu's impression of his mother is more heroic than a man, and even his uncle Huang Ting can't compare to his ability to drink, and he heard his uncle say that Zhao Jing, the prince who traveled the world, was dragged directly to his grandfather to marry because he lost to his mother when he tried to drink, and he was married.

However, Zhao Yu knew that his mother was also very delicate, and in the years after his father died in the war, she took care of Zhao Yu and Liang Po alone in Tsing Yi Lane in this wide area city, both as a mother and a father, teaching him the truth of life, and giving him the best warmth in the world.

But maybe he really missed his father too much, so when he was eight years old, his mother left Zhao Yu and went to another world to find her dreamer.

Liang Po finally couldn't help crying, despite his burly figure and bald head, he was only sixteen years old, and the same Zhao Yu was only sixteen years old.

On the way back, the rain was still slanting down, as if the whole city had been turned upside down, and the streets of the Metropolitan City from the city gate to Tsing Yi Lane were empty.

Gwangju Si Cheonjian began a total martial law early this morning, and all residents on both sides of the street were evacuated, and people in the rest of the country were not allowed to go out.

The wheels swept across the rain on the ground, leaving a long mark, and then gradually recovered, the carriage drove alone in this wind and rain, Liang Po drove in front, Zhao Yu sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to recuperate, countless eyes converged on this long street, everyone was waiting, waiting for the old lady to appear.

But the old lady of the Yun Xiang clan has not appeared for a long time, there is no front and back of the long street, and there is no building on the left and right, since there is no front and back, there is only one place to hide.

Ground floor!

Heavy rain, murderous air, air freeze!

The carriage driving on the street was directly pushed into the air from the bottom up by a huge force, and in an instant, the carriage and the horse were torn apart, the rain falling in the sky directly reversed upwards, and a figure with a gun rushed out of the ground, and the houses on both sides were turned into debris under the impact of the explosion and diffusion, and in an instant, the power of the top grand master swept through the Wide Area City!

One blow to the world!

The Shenjing Division Heavenly Prison Mountain and Sea Chart Wide Area City area instantly appeared with a pillar of vitality light, and the pillar of light was an extremely dazzling red!

Si Tian Jian Zheng Li Chunfeng rarely appeared on the first floor of Si Tian Tower, looking up at the magnificent mountains and seas on the top of the tower, a solemn look flashed in his eyes, and there was a bronze coffin lying quietly beside him, strange and cold!

The middle-aged man who was fishing by the Burial Sword Lake straightened up, affectionately and solemnly, raised his right hand, and another sword was fished out, he held the sword in his hand, and threw it towards the center of the lake, and then his figure flashed, and instantly appeared on the sword, followed the sword to the center of the lake, sat down cross-legged, and the Dao soul appeared behind him, and all the swords in the entire lake began to tremble slightly!

In the old house of Tsing Yi Lane, Long Xiang Ma Xiaohuang kept snorting in the yard, walking back and forth, looking quite uneasy, suddenly a pair of hands gently hugged it, slowly stroked its neck, so that it calmed down, Ruyue's gentle voice sounded: "Xiao Huang is not afraid, His Highness is so powerful, it will be fine, we just need to wait obediently for His Highness to return!"

Bai Zhining, who was not far away, was still sitting with his knees crossed, looking at the wind and rain in the yard, opening his mouth slightly, and a beautiful and soft singing voice came out.

"A machine, Cai Sangmo tried on spring clothes. The wind is sunny and warm and weak, and on the peach blossom branches, the warbler is crying, refusing to let people return.

Two machines, pedestrians immediately hesitated. I couldn't bear to pay lightly, looked back and smiled, and returned between the flowers, only afraid of being known by the flowers.

Three machines, Wu silkworm has been old and swallow flying. The east wind banquet is called Changzhou Garden, and the light silk urges to take advantage of it, and the palace maid of the pavilion baby wants to change her dance clothes. ”

At this point, there was a loud bang not far away, and the earth-shattering momentum of the Great Grandmaster erupted at the entrance of the alley, but Bai Zhining did not stop, but raised his voice.

A figure appeared in the courtyard, under the wind and rain, closed his eyes and listened, holding the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in his left hand, and the eyes of the knife-headed finch opened, exuding a long purple light.