Chapter 34: One blow to the world

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read2();　　 In addition to being the birthplace of human civilization, there is another thing that also originated here, that is the sword!
　　 Swordsman, the king of a hundred soldiers, the sword has a double-edged blade with a straight head and a pointed head. It can hurt people horizontally and vertically. It can penetrate armor by piercing. It is dangerous and dangerous.
　　 There are mountains in Gwangju, the famous Sword Mountain, and the Metropolitan City to the south. It is said that thousands of swords are buried on the mountain. Therefore, every inch of this mountain is made up of swords, so people call it Wanjian Mountain!
　　 Located on it is Wanjian Pavilion, one of the top ten forces of Daxia, which is a holy land for swordsmen in the world!
　　Wanjian Pavilion is actually a cemetery, who is buried? Burying the sword! Thousands of swords!
Since the ancient times, after the death of every Dao real-world master whose Dao soul is a sword, his condensed sword soul will not return to the Dao, but will fly in the sky under the action of a powerful force of heaven and earth. Enter Wanjian Mountain and sleep here.
　　 Wanjian Mountain is also a huge volcano, with a large lake on the top of the volcano, named Funeral Jian Lake.
The Burial Sword Lake is very large and the water is very clear. From the shore, you can clearly see the countless swords inserted in the lake. From the outside to the inside, densely densely packed, close to this lake, countless swords intent rise to the sky, because of the sharp aura. Sheng, don't get close to ordinary people!
　　 But at this time there were two people sitting on the lakeside under the heavy rain, a middle-aged man and a young girl, both dressed in clothes and fishing rods!
The middle-aged man stared at the surface of the lake motionlessly. His face was so ordinary that he would be submerged if he walked in the crowd. Underneath his clothes was a simple coarse cloth. He didn't have much momentum. The deepest part of the eyes, there is a storm-like edge!
The girl next to 　　 is also in a coarse cloth. Coincidentally, the facial features are also very common, but the combination of the facial features has a different kind of temperament. At first glance, it feels very inconspicuous, but the more you look at it, the more flavor it is.
　　 The girl, like a middle-aged man, stared at the lake quietly, motionless, the raindrops falling from the sky hit the lake, stirring up waves.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man raised his hand with a wave and pulled the fishing rod upwards. Suddenly, a sword sound was heard, and a sword was pulled out of the water. The sword was carved with seven stars and shining with white stars. Human, third rank sword soul, seven stars!
　　 Men and girls are not fishing, but sword fishing!
　　 "Good luck today, I actually caught a third-rank 7-star sword, and it's not a waste of me to sit all day and night!" The middle-aged man laughed proudly. He was also very happy to be able to catch such a sword.
Although the girl beside 　　 still had no words, her face was still expressionless, but a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes.
"Jiansheng, your whole body is still too sharp, and you have scared away the sword in this lake. Whenever you can catch a sword, the teacher will allow you to go down the mountain to Shenjing to participate in the Daowu Grand Competition. "
　　 The girl nodded and continued to stare at the lake intently.
"Now the Metropolitan City under the mountain is very lively. The little majesty made a lot of noise. He sent someone to threaten me before and said that he would use the four armies to flatten my Wanjian Pavilion. Interesting, really interesting! "
　　 After speaking, the middle-aged man released the seven-star sword that he had just caught back into the lake, and re-hooked his hook for fishing, and the whole Jianjian Lake began to quiet again.
On an unnamed hill on the outskirts of Guangyu City, Zhao Yu stood quietly in the heavy rain, looking at the front in silence, Liang Po holding an umbrella behind him, with red eyes, deep and sad, standing in front of them There is a cloak tomb, which is a bit crude, and on the monument only the tomb of the birth mother Huang Chang is written, and there is no other name.
　　 In front of the monument, there is a relic of a memorial ceremony. It must have been not long after I left. There was a pot of wine on it. It should have been my uncle Huang Ting.
Zhao Yu knows that his mother loves to drink most. Unlike the graceful and quiet manners of ordinary boudoir women, Zhao Yu’s impression of his mother is more heroic than men, and even his uncle Huang Ting is inferior to his uncle Huang Ting. I heard from my uncle that he traveled the world. The prince Zhao Jing was dragged directly to his grandfather to make a kiss because he lost to his mother when he tried drinking.
However, Zhao Yu knows that his mother is also very delicate. In the years after his father's death in the war, she was the only one who took care of Zhao Yu and Liang Po in Qingyi Alley of the Metropolitan City, both as a mother and as a father, and taught him how to be a human. , Gave 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 bright bald head, he was only sixteen years old, and the same Zhao Yu was only sixteen years old.
　　 On the way back, the heavy rain still slanted down, as if the whole city had been turned upside down, and the streets of Metro City from the gate to Tsing Yi Lane were empty.
　　 Gwangju Sitianjian has been under total martial law since early today. Residents on both sides of the street have all evacuated, and people in other places are not allowed to go out.
The wheel drove through the rain on the ground, leaving a long mark, and then gradually recovered. The carriage drove lonely in the wind and rain, Liang Po drove in front, and Zhao Yu sat in the carriage with his eyes closed and rested. Eyes gathered on this long street, everyone was waiting, waiting for the appearance of the old lady.
　　 But the old lady of the Yunyu family has not appeared for a long time. There is no front or back on the long street, nor in the buildings on the left and right. Since there is no front, back, left or right, there is only one place to hide.
　　 Underground!
　　 Heavy rain, murderous, freezing air!
The carriage driving on the street was directly pushed up into the air by a huge force, and the carriage and horse were instantly torn apart, the rain falling in the sky directly rolled back upwards, and a figure holding a gun rushed out from the ground. Under the impact of the explosion and spread, the houses on both sides turned into debris one after another, and in an instant the power of the top master swept across the Metropolitan City!
　　 Shock the world!
　　Shenjing Division Tianjian Mountain and Sea Map Wide Area City area instantly appears, the beam of light is extremely dazzling red!
Sitian Supervisor Li Chunfeng rarely appeared on the first floor of Sitian Tower. He raised his head to look at the magnificent mountains and seas on the top of the tower. His eyes flashed with dignity, while a mouthful of bronze was lying quietly beside him. Coffin, strange, cold!
The middle-aged man fishing by the Zangjian Lake straightened his body, 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. Then his figure flashed and appeared in an instant. On the sword, came to the center of the lake with the sword, sat down cross-legged, the soul appeared behind, and all the swords in the entire lake began to tremble slightly!
In the old house in Tsing Yi Alley, Long Xiangma Xiaohuang kept his nose ringing in the yard, walking back and forth, looking quite disturbed. Suddenly, he gently hugged it with both hands and slowly stroked its neck to make it After calming down, Ruyue’s gentle voice sounded: "Xiao Huang is not afraid, your Royal Highness is so powerful, you will be fine, we just have to wait for your Royal Highness to return!"
　　 Not far away, Bai Zhining was still sitting with her knees around, watching the swaying wind and rain in the yard, gently opened her mouth, and there was a beautiful and soft singing.
　　"A machine, picking sangmo to try on spring clothes. The wind is sunny and warm and weak, on the peach blossom branch, screaming, refusing to let people go.
　　 With two planes, pedestrians were immediately delayed. Deeply unable to bear to pay lightly, looked back and smiled, Hua Jian returned, for fear of being known by Hua Jian.
　　 Three planes, Wu silk is already old and the swallows fly. After the Dongfeng banquet, Changzhou Garden, light silk urges to take advantage of it, and the maid of the pavilion has to change the dance clothes. "
When 　　 sang here, there was a loud noise not far away, and the great master's shaking force broke out in the alley, but Bai Zhining did not stop, but increased the volume.
　　 A figure appeared in the yard. Under the wind and rain, he closed his eyes and listened. With his left hand the big summer dragonfinch, the eyes of the knife head opened, exuding a long purple light.