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He drew his sword from one of the charlatans, cut the weeds, and swept away the snow and dust that had accumulated inside, revealing a small groove.

He put the iron gossip into the groove.

I saw that the full moon that had just risen in the east and the light of the last sunset in the west finally overlapped and shot at the iron gossip in a cross.

Although it is not a glow, it is also glorious.

Those glittering lights were projected onto the statue of the general on the altar, condensing on the heart guard.

Everyone held their breath.

A few people in the rivers and lakes who were outside were scolding, complaining about why it was the turn of others to drink the northwest wind here.

When he saw a light coming out of it, he looked through the crack in the door.

So, he saw a scene that he will never forget......

The statue on the altar is actually ...... Lived.

Forty years later, the former lookout who had retired from the rivers and lakes, but his face that had already shown a dead state showed the same shining brilliance and told his grandson who was sitting around his knees about the situation at that time.

I saw the statue shrouded in the light of the sun and the moon, and slowly stood up...... Stand up...... Stand......

With a shake of the reins in his hand, the stone horse actually lived.

It mounted a stone horse and hung its spear on the Victory Hook.

With a hand, he took off the longbow hanging from the saddle and pulled out a white feather from the quiver.

Ready to fly......

Adjust the angle slowly......

The stone horse also walked slowly......

Suddenly, the general drew his bow and arrows......

Arrows, shot at the stone monument in the courtyard.

The arrow touched the stone tablet and emitted a dazzling yellow glow.

After the yellow mang disappeared, the white feather arrow disappeared, but the stone tablet changed, as if it suddenly had life, and it actually moved.

Oh no, it's not the stele that's moving, it's the pattern on the stele.

-- On the original worn tablet, there is a pattern on it.

Streaked.

These dots of light form different patterns.

If they had experienced what had just happened in Jizo, they might have been surprised to find that this was also a map of the Milky Way sky.

What appears above are eighty-eight constellation points.

Brilliant, brilliant and eternal.

Just when they had their mouths long and didn't know what to say, the very center of the constellation suddenly dimmed, and the dim space grew bigger and bigger, and eventually, a black hole was formed.

The Space-Time Gate was opened......

Perhaps it was too long to be suppressed, or perhaps too long to anticipate the legendary papal treasure, he was the first to enter the gate of this plane.

No, to be precise, rushed in.

Ji Sijue is the second ......

This is followed by the third, fourth......

They went in with a reverent and uneasy mood.

The last one of the Jianghu people habitually turned around and wanted to close the door.

However, when I turned around, I found that there was another person behind me at some point.

He was just about to draw his sword and shout.

But before he could cry out, the man fell.

- An iron sword had slit his throat.

The person walking in front of him seemed to notice something strange behind him, only to see the person behind him push him, urging him to hurry up and follow.

Without much thought, he moved on.

Wen stopped and put away the sword, slowly put down the person's body, put it down, and then, rubbing the blood on the sword on the ground, wrinkled his nose slightly, and said secretly: "Brother, I'm sorry." It's not my desire to kill people, but it's not my desire to let you shout out. ”

Then, follow the rhythm of the person in front of you and keep up.

And just like that, little by little, moving forward.

The alley is so narrow that it can only accommodate one person.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly made a move and took out another one.

In this way, everyone was killed one by one.

Finally, Mu Rujingye and Ji Sijue, who were walking in the front, noticed the strangeness behind them, turned around and looked, and found that there was only a fierce god with a blood sword behind them.

Ji Sijue was furious.

Draw your sword and meet each other.

However, before his sword could catch up with the iron sword that Wen Zhuyuan had stopped, he only felt his body fly.

――It was kicked away by Mu Rujingye behind him.

It is used to block the smell of stopping and buying time for yourself.

Before his body fell, Wen stopped and followed with a kick, kicked him in the chest, flew up again, crashed into the stone wall on the top floor, struggled a few times, and then fainted.

Before he died, he glanced at Mu Rujingye resentfully: You?!

However, Mu Rujingye took advantage of this time to run out of a stone's throw away.

Wen Zhuyuan kicked his corpse aside and chased after him closely.

Mu Rujingye's light work is very good.

The death training that can be relieved of thousands of sorrows has been exercised for more than half a year, and the light work is not bad.

He chased after him with his sword.

When there was still a distance of five zhang from Mu Rujingye, he suddenly flew up, lightly touched the stone wall with his toes, rushed forward three zhang, and stepped on the stone wall again when he was about to land.

With the help of this impact, his people have caught up with Mu Rujingye.

And the sword was also swung out early, pointing directly at Mu Rujingye's back.

Mu Rujingye had no choice but to turn around and draw his sword to greet him.

The two masters of the younger generation in the rivers and lakes began their first battle since their encounter in this narrow corridor.

With Chongdu ditch venting anger cliff waterfall as the practice method, the sword is fast and sharp.

The sword posture of the "Lantai Son", who prides himself on literary style, is chic, clean and neat.

The two of them are actually comparable.

The two of them just kept fighting, fighting, fighting......

From the narrow corridor to the open, and then from the open to the open.

This Chunkong Mountain turned out to be an empty mountain.

From the outside, it looks like a solid stone mountain, but when you go inside, you find that there is such an open space inside.

However, they did not stop to admire the magical place.

The sword is stronger, and the sword is faster!

The long and narrow corridor is full of phantom flowers.

When each other's long swords were about to plunge into each other's chests, they saw a meteor, with a long yellow light, flying from a distance.

――As if from the gate of time and space.

It was a long, white-feathered arrow.

It's like the general's arrow in front of the three-tower temple.

The arrow passed and split the two long swords that had been intertwined.

With a bang, it was nailed to the stone wall at the end of the road.

The stone wall collapsed with a bang.

Gravel splashes.

The two men had no choice but to swing their swords to block the flying stones.

Yongdao, suddenly the sky swirled.

It's like an empty box being shaken.

Bang !!Bang Bang

The two of them were shaken so loudly that they actually flew out into the air, constantly hitting the surrounding stone walls.

The flying stones kept hitting them.

I don't know how long it took for the road to stop shaking.

The flying stones gradually fell.

In just an instant, the arrow stuck in the stone wall suddenly disappeared.

The stone wall opened violently.

The corridor continued to collapse, creating a scene of steep cliffs.

Below, it's empty.

The two suddenly fell together.

Behind him, only long lines of smoke were left behind......

Outside the cave, the sun and the moon are in the sky......

The last day, after all, was shrouded in the moon.

Night, still came.

But the story isn't over yet.

In fact, the story has only just begun.