A young man dressed in a hunting suit, carrying a hunting bow on his shoulder, and carrying a pot of arrows on his back, walked through the downtown and walked towards the green hills ten miles away from the town.

A few years have passed, and the teenager of that year is now a weak crown.

As in those days, his face was still indifferent, and even at the beginning, as soon as he came into contact, he gave people a sense of alienation, as if everything was not lingering in his arms, isolated from this red world.

In the hustle and bustle, he walked alone and gradually disappeared.

...... Green mountains and green waters, lush forests, young people holding hunting bows, looking in the mountains and wilderness.

Suddenly, he turned sharply, drew his bow and aimed at a place, where there was a sudden noise in the grass, and in an instant a gray-haired hare sprang out.

A smile flashed across the young man's face, and he was about to let go of his fingers holding the arrow, when he was suddenly stunned.

In the distant sky, billowing smoke rises, even if it is more than ten miles away, it is still clearly visible.

"There's ......"

The young man hesitated, and his hand moved half a beat slower, and the arrow grazed the hare with its short tail, causing the hare to flash into the grass and disappear.

The young man couldn't care about this lucky rabbit anymore, and after a while, he had already realized where the flames were burning.

There, it was clearly the direction of the town, and with the wind, the faint shouting sound proved his judgment.

The young man's face suddenly sank, and he dodged and disappeared into the forest, and the sound of "rustling" through the mountain spread to the foot of the mountain.

Half an hour later, the young man was galloping, but the fire that spread rushed straight into the town, and without stopping for a moment, he ran towards the corner of the town.

At this time, there was no sound or trace in the town, only the scene of ruin, corpses everywhere, and flames spreading everywhere.

It's like a dead city!

After a while, a piece of broken firewood jumped into his eyes.

Through the empty portal, a scene of disgrace appeared in front of his eyes.

Those foreign objects naturally did not let him worry, the young man's eyes patrolled, and suddenly froze somewhere, and in an instant, his face sank like water, and his anger soared into the sky.

Grandpa's grave was flat, and there were traces of horses' hooves trampling on it, and faintly, gray-white bones could be seen scattering in the small courtyard, and with dust.

Not far from the grave, a figure lay on the ground.

With a slender body and slightly yellow hair, the young man recognized her identity from the back alone.

It is the girl who has often brought food over the years, the yellow-haired girl of the year, and now she has the appearance of a girl, but she has no chance to take that step.

She seems that only the act of delivering food can show the meaning in her heart, although the young man does not accept it, but these words, as long as he goes out and returns home, he will definitely be able to see a hot meal.

A few years like a day!

Even now, the girl's blood-stained palm was still holding half a piece of porcelain, and the ground not far away was sprinkled with food and dishes.

Looking at her corpse, the young man suddenly trembled violently, a depression filled his chest, he didn't vomit unpleasantly, he couldn't bear it, and in the light of the fire that gradually licked it, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.

"Ah~"

With a long whistle, the young man clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, turned around and strode away.

There is no need to clean up the corpses anymore, just let them, follow this town, and reunite together in the sea of fire!

There is no need to look elsewhere, Xiao Yi's home is the place where the flames are most abrupt, and the tongue of fire soaring into the sky is several feet high.

...... The town behind him was completely plunged into a sea of fire, and nowhere was there a roar of flames.

As he walked away, as the flames raged, the young man's heart suddenly cooled, as if all his worries had disappeared with the flames.

Grandpa, Xiaoyi, the food deliverer, the yellow-haired girl who still doesn't know her name, everything died in the fire.

Following the obvious marks of horses' hooves and the footprints of people, the young man, who was a veteran hunter, chased after him.

The back gradually disappeared in the firelight.

...... Chased until late at night, the young man stopped for the first time.

It's not because he lost his enemy, in this green mountains and green waters, no one can leave no traces, and he can hide from his eyes.

He stopped, because the noise ahead had already entered his ears, and the light of the fire reflected his face red in the darkness.

Cautiously approaching, as if hunting bears, the young man pushed aside a branch that blocked his gaze, and the situation ahead suddenly became visible.

It was a long crowd of people, all dressed in military uniforms, riding horses, walking on foot, holding torches in their hands, or driving the plundered cattle from the town.

It's not an imaginary rogue, but a real army!

Seeing this, the young man's eyebrows were only raised, and he did not show much surprise.

In troubled times, Kou is a soldier, and a soldier is also Kou, which is normal.

At this time, it was already the middle of the moon, and the previous bloodbath delayed the time for cooking, and Changlong stopped at this time, and he actually wanted to bury the pot to make rice.

After a cursory count of the pots, the young man had a good idea of the number of soldiers in front of him.

There are thousands of them!

After all, an army is an army, and if it is shot sporadically, it is of no use at all, and if it is calmly attacked and killed, then it will be ...... With one enemy against a thousand, for a person who has not practiced martial arts or cultivated immortals, it is completely unthinkable.

The young man's eyes flickered, and in less than a breath, he suddenly took a long breath, his eyes were red, and he suddenly clenched the bow and arrow in his hand.

One hand, which had just reached out to the quiver behind him, suddenly stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, I can see him at his feet, and I don't know when, there is an ancient bronze sword inserted.

Purple electric green frost, sword qi like a rainbow!

As soon as his eyes touched this bronze sword, it seemed to wake it up, a cold breath rose, and the weeds, shrubs, and trees on all sides were all lodging and devastating, and the huge area, more than ten zhang in radius, was the only one who was still standing.

Bows and arrows slipped from his hands, and in the eyes of the young man, there was only this bronze sword. It seemed to have an infinite attraction, firmly attracting his gaze.

"Pull it up, pull it up, pull it up......"

Deep inside, a voice kept repeating, and the hilt of the copper sword was also flickering with a faint light, as if calling silently.

"Just pull it up, you can do everything!"

"With a sword in hand, there is no one who cannot be broken!"

The young man's palm trembled and stretched out, and the closer he got to the bronze sword, the more stable it became, and he was about to hold it tightly when he saw that it was only a hair's length away.

At this time, the young man's movements froze without warning, and that little distance was like a moat, and he did not advance a single bit.

The young man's gaze gradually changed, the eagerness, the anger, the longing...... Disappeared without a trace.

In its place, there is infinite clarity and insight, as if it has been experienced and can see through everything.

The corners of his mouth suddenly curved an arc, as if he was silently ridiculing something, looking at the sword next to his hand, and then looking into the distance, he obviously noticed the movement here, an uproar of the army, in a trance, a scene, appeared in front of his eyes.

...... With a sword in hand, he rushed into the enemy formation alone, moving forward, with the step by step, the anger is no more, the fanaticism is no more, the eyes, the heart, the extreme cold and the cold, just like the long sword in the hand, the frost is cold and the autumn is cold.

One person, one sword, although tens of millions of people, I will go!

One person and one sword, rushing to kill the enemy formation, blood and skull, pouring my sword heart, and finally condensing into sword qi!

Invincible!

...... "Joke!"

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, and did not look at the bronze sword again.

Or can no longer be called a young man, although the appearance remains the same, but the invisible sense of vicissitudes cannot be concealed.

"It's really a dream, a dream!"

Zhang Fan looked at the cavalry rushing from afar, and watched the edge of the scimitar gradually enlarge in his eyes, his face remained unchanged, only a little cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Mine, it's mine, no one can take it!"

One step out, the wind and clouds change color, and the momentum rises to the sky, like a sleeping lion, waking up from a dream, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"I want it to show up, and it will appear!"

The second step came out, and a black cry resounded through the sky, and a round of red said rose in the forest.

- Da Bao Jian, Mo Ling!

"I want him to perish, I have my supernatural powers!"

The third step out, the ancient flame dragon, swept the heaven and the earth, nine days across the sky, the golden crow danced.

"Boom~"

But there was no need to take the fourth step, the continuous volcano erupted, and the nearby thousands of miles of land suddenly became a flame realm, and in the sky and on the ground, the golden flames spread and burned, like a real sun, falling into the world.

More than 1,000 officers and soldiers did not even survive the first round of attacks, and all of them were wiped out, and the entire mountain and forest were also destroyed.

Zhang Fan stopped suddenly, I don't know when, his temples were heavily dyed with frost and snow, covered with a black robe, and Mo Ling stopped on his shoulder, how could there be a moment ago, the appearance of the young man of Orion.

Looking back, the bronze sword was still stuck in place, and the astonishing temptation was gone, just like a dead thing.

Looking at it, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

A moment ago, stimulated by the bronze sword, his heart awakened, and he instantly understood this life, but it was just a dream, and at the same time, he also penetrated this so-called way of inquiry.

When I was a teenager, there was an accident in my family, and I asked about blood bravery, fearlessness, not hesitation, and putting life and death out of the way.

At that time, the mind is asleep, and everything is done by the heart, as long as there is a trace of hesitation, a trace of cowardice, it is considered a failure.

Everything after that is to cut off the red dust, there is an obstacle in the heart, if it is extinct, how can there be nothing other than the sword.

Every sword cultivator is a Heavenly Lone Star!

A moment ago, the mortal situation faced was also the final test.

You can advance but not retreat, advance the sword heart is condensed, retreat is the sword heart scattered;

With these two points, wisdom will die, move forward bravely, and never leave the thought of retreating in your heart.

At that moment, as long as you pull out the bronze sword and pounce forward, everything will be over!

However, Zhang Fan is awake and will inevitably wake up.

He, after all, is not a real sword maniac!

(To be continued)