Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

Zhenyao Pass, Kyushu guards the first line of defense of the Yaozu.

There are a lot of monks in Zhenyao Pass, and strange people can be found everywhere.

The city lords of all dynasties are all powerful in the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism

It takes 500 years to change, and now it is Qingxuan, a disciple of the Taoist ancestor, who is guarding Zhenyao Pass.

He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years and holds three fairy swords in his body. His sword skills are unfathomable.

Sitting in the town of Yaoguan, the right time, place and people are harmonious, with unparalleled combat power and invincible.

........

A young man in a white robe hurried to the high platform and saluted everyone on the high platform.

The city lord Qingxuan retreated.

The person who replaced the city lord and deacon was a man in a thin robe with a mole between his eyebrows.

With a faint smile on his face, there is a touch of calmness in his elegance.

Kong Yang, a disciple of Confucianism.

Beside Kong Yang, there was also a man of immortal demeanor.

There was a long sword stuck behind his back, he was majestic, but there was a trace of worry between his brows.

He is a Taoist monk, Yang Jianbai.

"How long has it been since no one dared to ask the sword in Zhenyao Pass?"

"One thousand three hundred and two years." Kong Yang said lightly.

"Just kill it, just to make a warning to others!"

An old man with white beard and hair is holding a wine gourd in his hand.

Dressed in a green robe, he is personable.

He has an extraordinary demeanor, and there is a faint majesty of intimidation.

It seems that he was drinking just now and was called here temporarily, so he is very upset at the moment.

A young man in a white robe appeared first, and his status was not high.

So just put on a dignified look and an honored expression.

Kong Yang nodded slightly at him.

The young man understood and waved his hand.

The 12 figures shot up to the sky like a shock on the ground.

...........

"Today Zhang Song asked about Sword Town Demon Pass!!"

The voice echoed in the air, carrying a compelling momentum.

The long sword is unsheathed.

Under the moonlight, the sword light is as bright as autumn water

Twelve white lights came one after another.

One of the tall figures was glowing red all over, and the other figure was emitting a blue light all over, with a strong murderous aura on his body.

Not human beings, but two Taoist armored talisman generals.

Just touching the silver glow on the tip of the sword, it will shatter immediately.

Everyone didn't see each other's actions clearly.

I saw a white light soaring into the sky, and the two powerful talisman generals were swallowed by a gust of sword energy.

The third figure did not retreat hastily because of the failure of the two talisman generals.

Instead, it launched a fierce counterattack.

A lotus flower was looming under his feet, and it brought a Zhang Xu long blue light, which continuously revolved around him.

There seemed to be an invisible coercion on him.

People can't help but feel a sense of awe.

However, with a flash of sword light, a gust of sword energy had already reached the top of his head.

It seems that it is only a few inches away from his Tianling Cap.

The man hurriedly moved away, not daring to stop him.

The other party did not have the idea of ​​killing him, and continued to move forward.

The man touched the sweat on his forehead, feeling that he was so close to death for the first time.

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At the same time, most of the monks in Zhenyao Pass felt something strange.

Some of them hold floating dust, some carry long swords, some wear soft swords around their waists, and some hold weapons.

Some were smiling while brushing their beards, watching the excitement is no big deal.

Some complexions changed slightly, and some people's bodies were even trembling.

Suddenly, everyone shut their mouths.

An indescribable pressure enveloped them.

Leaving them breathless, many monks were speechless.

The Sword Pavilion has opened! !

With the opening of the big formation, Zhang Song seemed to be entangled by countless soft ropes, struggling to move forward.

It was like falling into a flowing swamp, which made him feel powerless.

Zhang Song rarely fought with others in his life.

The number of sword strikes is even less, which can be counted on one finger.

His talent is too dull, and the sword energy is used less.

He felt that he was not suitable to be a swordsman.

But someone said that he could become the number one swordsman in the world in the future.

His parents died young, and he had been wandering for more than ten years at that time.

But he's still a brat.

The woman who said he would become the number one swordsman in the world narrowed her eyes when she laughed.

But there was a sense of pride between his brows.

She also has a sword.

Later he knew that those who live by the sword will one day die by the sword.

When he thinks too much, he will frantically practice his sword.

He has been immersed in swordsmanship for countless days and nights, for the present.

If you yearn for something in your heart, why be afraid that the road will be blocked and long.

"Break it for me!!"

With a wave of the long sword, the three-foot-long Qingfeng exuded a desolate aura, with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

Under his control, a sword cut out.

With a sense of earth-shattering domineering.

Where the blade points, nothing can stop it.

boom--! !

There were bursts of explosions.

That figure landed on the sword pavilion.

That man was very strange, with piercing eyes and an imposing manner.

The whole person is like a sharp sword.

But his expression revealed a faint sense of vicissitudes.

I don't know why, but there is a contradictory and complicated temperament about him.

Everyone was looking at him, looking at this strange man who suddenly wanted to ask the sword to suppress demons.

Zhang Song grinned.

It turns out that this is the feeling of being famous, no wonder so many people want to be a master and be admired by others.

There was a slight smile on his face.

It was an unhurried, unpredictable feeling.

"Your Excellency, why do you ask the sword?"

An old man asked unhurriedly.

"For a woman." He replied without hesitation, "Tang Xuan, she is also a swordsman from Zhenyao Pass."

Everyone's faces could not help showing a bit of confusion.

Zhang Song smiled again, "It's been many years since she died, and no one probably remembers her.

I came today to insert her sword into the Shoujian Pavilion. "

The old man said: "It is the Zhenyaoguan swordsman who died in the Zhenyaoguan. The saber should enter the sword pavilion."