When I said goodbye to the old Taoist priest and the little boy, it was already early in the morning, and a big road branched off, one on the left and the other on the right.

"It's hard to be a bad guy!" While Xu Lin comforted himself like this, he turned around and left, as for Er Nizi, he still looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, his face full of reluctance.

Running two steps quickly and holding the corner of Xu Lin's clothes again, the little girl seemed to have no sentimentality, but raised her head with some curiosity and said, "Xu Lin, is Kunlun far away?"

Without looking down at the little girl, Xu Lin was silent for a long time, and just when Er Nizi thought that she would never get an answer, she heard Xu Lin muttering with a sigh: "It's already far away!"

Er Nizi didn't understand it, but she was immediately attracted by a strange vibration sound, a tremor from the ground, and the crowd in front of her, somehow, also had a surprising commotion.

Xu Lin still looked calm, and more and more people passed by him who were panicked, and the only thing he did was to stretch out his hand, hold Er Nizi's somewhat cold little hand and say, "Do you want to cultivate?"

The little girl seemed to have been frightened by the sudden panic of the crowd, although she also wanted to run with the flow of people, but her hand was held tightly by Xu Lin, and out of trust in Xu Lin, so although she was very scared, she still followed Xu Lin step by step.

"Do you want to be a Taoist?"

Xu Lin grinned: "Who said that if you cultivate the Tao, you must be a Taoist?"

After saying this, Xu Lin seemed to think of something again, remembering that in the market, those rich and noble families seem to have the habit of keeping female Taoist aunts in captivity, especially the kind of female Taoist aunts who are about thirty, and they have a special taste that is rare in the world, and they can't help but smile again: "What's wrong with female Taoist priests?"

Er Nizi seemed to really think about it seriously: "Isn't there no need to starve?"

Xu Lin also thought about this question, but gave an ambiguous answer: "Maybe"

Just when Xu Lin and Er Nizi asked and answered, the vibration from the ground under their feet gradually became clear, as for the front of the flow of people, there were already bursts of crying, Xu Lin saw it, Er Nizi also saw it, the black iron flow of that team, wielding a white saber, brought bursts of blood to the sky, coming and going, without fear.

But Xu Lin is still moving forward, the little girl's face is pale, even if she is already frightened, she still follows Xu Lin closely, as if on the sea, the only leaf boat that can be relied on, even if the waves are monstrous, that leaf boat has become her last support.

Xu Lin was smiling, the corners of his mouth were slightly grinning, and his slightly pale face was actually rendered with a touch of blush when he gradually approached the horse team.

It is a torrent iron horse on the grassland, a team of 3,000 people, at the end of the sight, spread out a line, waving the saber in his hand to his heart's content, regardless of men, women and children, like the wheat harvested in autumn, being cut off by a knife happily.

Soon, the horse team re-gathered the formation, and spread out again, but it was already close to Xu Lin, and he and she were already standing at the front of the crowd, behind them were countless refugees who had fled, and in front of them were iron horses with heavy armor, Xu Lin smiled at the corners of his eyes, and his lips trembled and he couldn't help himself: "I want to!"

When he first went to Kunlun, Xu Lin was most familiar with Wang Dazhu, and Wang Dazhu said to Xu Lin that his master Qingxu Zhenren, who entered the world in the early years of cultivation, had a feat of breaking a thousand horses with a sword in the border pass horse town, that is, in the border pass horse town, Qingxu accepted Wang Dazhu as his thirteenth disciple.

A sword breaks a thousand horses, Xu Lin is not believers at the beginning, the cultivator cultivates the true yuan and hides it in the body, the realm of real people can use the power of heaven and earth to echo with their own true yuan, a breath is a sword, through more than 100 iron horses wearing heavy armor, Xu Lin can still recognize, but a sword breaks a thousand horses, the horse team echoes vertically and horizontally, like a flood when the river flows, the life and death of more than 100 people, just like a tree and green leaves, after falling a piece, there is a large area, if you don't deliberately dodge, how can you have a second breath, and then take the opportunity of the vitality of heaven and earth?

But since Xu Lin saw the sword rolling dragon wall of the Qingxu Zhenren, he began to believe it a little, until the countless memories and drills over the years, but he became more and more sure of Wang Dazhu's statement, perhaps, with the pure sword intent of the Qingxu Zhenren, he can really do it.

Xu Lin's eyes had been covered by a touch of blood, and Er Nizi trembled and leaned closely to Xu Lin's side, looking at the three thousand iron horsemen who had regathered in front of him with great fear, and the first person seemed to have seen Xu Lin's strangeness, or with years of battlefield experience, he instinctively sensed Xu Lin's danger.

But behind the commander of this cavalry, there is indeed a real eagle of three thousand grasslands, how can he be afraid of this weak scholar among the homeless people?

With a finger of the saber, in silence, the horse's hooves galloped, like the rhythm of a drum, shaking the vast earth, like a black iron stream rushing straight towards Xu Lin and the two, but just when they were about to rush to the distance of dozens of steps in front of Xu Lin, the vision suddenly changed.

"I have a sword that can kill the people!"

There was a murmur, and there was a sword rolling against the dragon wall!

On the Shu Road, Wang Dazhu took the flying sword in the door and passed the book, was stunned for a long time, and then shattered it and fell to the ground fiercely.

Since Kunlun's master of the real sect and the realm of Taoism and God with the body of a real person, the Righteous Path Alliance, which originally seemed to be about to collapse, regrouped and stabilized its position again after the return of the demon master, and at the same time, the Great Demon Sect officially announced that it would settle in the Central Plains and divide it from the Daomen to rule the world's cultivation world.

At this point, a new round of tragic fighting has finally kicked off, the Great Demon Sect has relied on four sect masters, as well as twelve ghost kings and emperors to conquer the east and west, almost half of the cultivation world has been included in the hands, originally those who were reluctant to give up the ancestral business of the sect, after being washed in blood again and again, finally recognized a fact, this is no longer a stable world, let alone a time when neutrality can be safe, so they have moved to the side, as for Wang Dazhu, It was to help a small sect in Shu to come to Kunlun.

And under the joint action of Qinghong Zhenren and the demon master, the demon cultivators of the world's Daomen and 100,000 mountains are divided into one hundred and eight teams, each team is led by two cultivators, a team of thirty-three people, the good and the bad are uneven, and the disciples of each sect and the scattered cultivators have it, so as to avoid the careful thinking of the fear of loss between the various sects, and better integrate the Daomen that is originally a piece of scattered sand, so as to better be able to achieve a state of confrontation with the Demon Sect.

Glancing at the Daomen runic sword that was shattered at Wang Dazhu's feet, as the deputy commander of the twenty-third team, Li Jiansheng, who was originally from Shushanmen, stepped forward with dissatisfaction, and then said coldly: "Can you make senior brother so angry, but there is something wrong with Kunlun?"

Wang Dazhu glanced at Li Jiansheng, and replied angrily: "Kunlun has two powerful people, the real person in charge of the sect and the demon master, what can happen, it is just a small matter from the summons of the next master." ”

Li Jiansheng glanced at the communication talisman sword on the ground suspiciously, but did not ask again, but he had his own calculations in his heart, and Wang Dazhu glanced at a middle-aged beauty who came from a distance at this time.

Seeing that the woman was not approaching the front of him, Wang Dazhu turned his eyes to Li Jiansheng and said: "These people behind him, and those people in front, you will escort them to Kunlun next, I have something to do temporarily, so I won't go together." ”

Li Jiansheng's gaze was still wandering back and forth on the chest of the middle-aged beauty, but when he heard Wang Dazhu's words, he had to put away his thoughts and said, "But it has something to do with that communication rune sword?"

Wang Dazhu waved his hand a little impatiently, but Li Jiansheng sneered and said: "This team of people, just our two step masters, if you leave, you encounter the demon sect gangsters halfway and cause trouble, then in the sect master and the demon master, do you know how to end?"

With a cold snort, Wang Dazhu said, "I have my own plans." ”

After speaking, he wanted to rise up with the sword, but he was stopped by Li Jiansheng, and the middle-aged beauty in the distance was also a thoughtful character, how could she not see that the atmosphere under the moment was wrong, so she didn't step forward again.

And from the sporadic words, I heard that Kunlun's step master seemed to want to go, but the Shushan Sect man insisted on refusing to let it, and after the two phases stalemate for a while, it seemed that the one who was reluctantly left behind, looked at him with a faceless face, and then stepped forward and said: "The disciples of the sect are all resting, but we can go on the road?"

Li Jiansheng returned the salute and smiled: "That's natural, let Pei Zhangjiao joke." ”

The woman smiled but didn't answer, and when she turned around and walked again, she listened to the Kunlun Buxu cultivator, muttering a few times, which were not very good, but how could people not bow their heads under the eaves, even if they were also Buxu cultivators, to a Kunlun descendant, she, as the head of a sect, did not dare to put the dissatisfaction in her heart on her face, but turned away with a smile on her face.

And Wang Dazhu lowered his body to pick up those rune sword fragments, held them in his hands for a long time, and muttered to himself under Li Jiansheng's cold eyes: "I don't know if I can meet them." (To be continued......)