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

Zhang Song said in a low voice, "She was framed, and you say she is a traitor."

The Monster Pass has been established for thousands of years, and the monster race and the human race are hostile to each other.

You have me I have you.

This is nothing unusual.

The old man said in a deep voice: "If there is any hidden secret in it, Zhenyaoguan will find out. Your Excellency said that she was framed, do you have evidence?"

Zhang Song raised his head, "Yes, I have solid evidence.

But you keep asking me to go back and wait for news. I waited for 20 years and came to Zhenyaoguan three times intermittently.

Sorry, I can't wait. "

The sword has been unsheathed, today's grievances.

"Who will fight!"

Zhang Song swung his sword.

The sound of wind and thunder is endless, and the sword light rolls bigger and bigger like the sun.

An invisible coercion enveloped the audience, everyone's breathing was stagnant, and their minds were shocked.

Wherever it points, the situation changes color.

The old man's benevolent expression changed suddenly, and there was a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.

In the coldness, there is a kind of arrogance that looks down on all living beings.

The long sword came out of its sheath and let out a deep sword cry.

The two sword gangs collided.

Everyone in the field is retreating and has to retreat.

The coercion of the collision of the two swords is enough to suffocate.

It's like a mountain is pressing on their chests, making them unable to bear the pressure.

"Clang...choke..."

The long sword fell to the ground, making a loud noise like thunder.

The old man's arm trembled, his energy and blood surged, and his body trembled.

The whole person fell out.

"Set up!!" Someone yelled.

"Stop him!"

Right or wrong, if he is allowed to break into the Jiange today.

From now on, Shou Jiange may lose his reputation.

...........

on the high platform.

Just now he commanded the besiege and killing of Zhang Song, the young man in white robe smiled wryly.

Acting as the city lord and deacon, Kong Yang's face remained unchanged.

The old man in blue who had been drinking before snorted, "He's a pretty good guy! I'll meet him."

The aura above the Jiange was disturbed by some invisible force and became silent.

"Zhang Song? This name is very strange."

The voice of the old man was like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

He thought for a while, but he didn't think of such a number one person.

Zhang Song said: "I don't have any skills, I'm not famous in the world, I'm laughing at you."

"If you can take the old man's three tricks, you can live today!"

Zhang Song laughed, "I'm here to provoke trouble today, just let go and fight!"

"Crazy!!"

Zhang Song's rainbow-like figure seemed to be hit by the power contained in these two words, and suddenly stopped.

The long sword in his hand trembled constantly, and that force seemed to crush him.

Zhang Song squeezed out a smile, "That's all."

Take a step forward and continue to walk forward.

He walked slowly, but his chest was straight.

On the high platform, the calm aura of the old man in blue changed slightly.

Slightly raised his right hand, waved his wide sleeve, and the cloud in front of him immediately dissipated.

A light and shadow flashed away from the clouds.

Like a meteor, falling from the sky.

Zhang Song didn't even look at it, the long sword in his hand was like a spirit snake.

It disappeared in a flash above the head, accompanied by a loud noise that shook the sky.

Zhang Song took a deep breath and stepped down.

The moment he took this step, there was a soft sound in the void, as if an invisible cage shattered.

Then, every step he took fell.

The high platform will tremble slightly, but there is silence under the feet.

It's just that every time he took a step, he would take a deep breath, and his breathing became heavy.

Three moves have been made.

The old man in the blue shirt had a heavy complexion and waved his sleeves.

Get up and leave the high platform.

Yang Jian watched this scene, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he sighed.

"pity."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Kong Yang gave a wry smile, and drifted away, walking more than ten feet away.

He couldn't help but glance back.

Zhang Song staggered onto the high platform without any scars on his body.

However, the short distance of a few zhang changed him from a vigorous man to a lifeless old man.

His beard and hair are all white, and his body is slightly thin.

His expression was still resolute, but a little more desolate.

The thin back, at this moment, reveals an indomitable spirit.

Kong Yang said to the young man in white robe beside him, "Check out the female swordsman she was talking about."

"Yes!" The young man in white robe nodded solemnly, "Is he really allowed to insert the sword into the sword pavilion? If it gets out, the reputation of guarding the sword pavilion..."

Kong Yang was silent for a moment, "Let him go."

.......

Shoujian Pavilion.

For thousands of years, there have been countless precious swords in the sword pool.

Many of them were taken out again by younger generations and held swords on behalf of their elders.

This is the glory of every sword cultivator, and it is also a permanent memorial to the ancestors.

The saber enters the sword pavilion once every ten years.

It is a big day for Zhenyaoguan, and almost all monks will participate.

But today is very special.

A figure staggered into the sword pavilion.

Although the sword pavilion was broken, countless monks surrounded the sword pavilion one after another.

But no one dared to step in easily.

They just want to see what kind of person they are from a distance, and dare to ask the sword town demon pass alone.

This scene is really rare.

Inside the sword pavilion.

Zhang Song supported his body with the sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the sword pool panting.

He smiled with difficulty and raised his sword.

In a trance, he was still a teenager.

As if he was invincible and omnipotent.

It is natural to accept fate.

It's just that some people just want to find a result for themselves.

Zhang Song took a deep breath and said loudly.

"Today swordsman Zhang Song holds Tang Xuan's saber "No Regrets" and enters the Sword Pavilion!!"

It seemed to vent out the last strength in his chest.

The loud voice is shocking.

Between his brows and pupils, there was no trace of fear, but only a trace of calm.

There is also a touch of melancholy and relief.

He murmured: "Master, you stupid apprentice has given you face."