Big waves wash the sand

230 years ago, Feng Kuan was 12 years old and ran away from home.

He took nothing with him except a set of forged iron swords burned into his body.His half-forged sword was finally thrown into the blast furnace, where it was incinerated by the fire, and it was hard to find it.

In the declining Southern Sword Sect, there is only one blacksmith shop left, and no one knows how beautiful Southern Sword was back then.

Standing in front of the blast furnace, Feng Kuan waited until the sword melted into molten iron, submerging all traces before turning around and going out.

"Unjust is doomed to destruction."

These were the last words he left to the Feng family.In the next hundred years, except for the death of his parents, he never went back.

He led an art investment teacher, joined the Nine Schools, and his Taoist name was Song Yang.

Since then, he has become an idle Taoist priest.

The Tianyuan School was good at forging weapons, so he went to Tianyuan and combined the ancestral sword-making skills with the Tianyuan School's weapon refining skills to forge his first sword.

It is also a sword that should have been forged long ago.

Later, when he formed a pill, he refined the cast sword into a flying sword, which he kept in his body all day long, but he never used it.

His sword was not sharpened.

The knife that can sharpen Nan Jian has already been broken by Nan Jian himself.

Although martial arts were on the decline, Bei Dao shouldn't have disappeared so completely.

It's like Nan Jian's descendants, although they are so thin, they haven't really dated them.Only Beidao, a big fire, three or five dead, 230 seven lives, not even a dog left.

Among them, how much did Nanjian mix in?

Feng Kuan has been a monk since he read the transcripts of his ancestors when he was young.

In the past, swordsmen came from the north and were unrestrained, and the southerners could not see their arrogance, thinking that they lived in the northern border and let the savage wind soak in etiquette, but the truth?

Bei Dao's strength of character is still the same.

They, the Feng family, took their own lives.

Since then, the Feng family has had few descendants, and the medicines and stones have no cure, not because of anything else, but because they are stained with blood.

Unwashed blood.

Yannan was silent, and suddenly asked: "You know everything?"

Feng Kuan stood up supportively, and said, "I should ask this question. I remember when we first met, you didn't know anything."

Feng Kuan came here 22 years ago.

At that time, Yannan was only 16 years old, but he had already established a rebel army with the reputation of "Yanbei Sword".Although Bei Dao has been silent for thousands of years, when it appears in the world, there will be a group of swords responding.

That was the first time Feng Kuan saw Yanbei Dao with his own eyes.

Yannan was exploring the Meng'an military camp at night, Feng Kuan felt ashamed and followed.Not all swordsmen are heroes. Feng Kuan just saw the orphan of Bei Dao and wanted to atone for his ancestors.

Feng Kuan killed Meng An first, and Yan Nan stood at the entrance of the tent.

Yan Nan looked at him, and asked in the thousands of lights: "Nan Jian?"

Feng Kuan: "Nan Jian."

"sorry."

"sorry."

The two spoke in unison, and everyone was taken aback after speaking.

However, the reality did not give them a chance to doubt, Yannan raised the Yanbei Sword and stood in front of Feng Kuan.He pushed back Feng Kuan's sword and said firmly, "Beidao is not dead yet."

He killed a lot of people that night, and he was mad at himself.

Feng Kuan's sword never had a chance.

The teenager at that time has grown up now, but his insanity has not diminished by half.

Yannan said: "When you left without saying goodbye, I went to look for you. On the way, I met the barbarian's old aristocrat, and he recognized Yanbei Dao."

Feng Kuan stopped talking.

The northern sword destroys the door, the northern barbarians are in the light, and the southern sword is in the dark.

There was no Cangya army in the previous dynasty, and the Beiman feared only the Beidao.

It is the fear that goes deep into the marrow.

The northern barbarian regime has changed for several generations, and the nobles were all reduced to driven sheep, but the fear in their blood at that moment reminded them all the time that there was once a knife hanging around their necks.

Even if it is broken into pieces, even if no one can hold it, the Yanbei Remnant Knife will still turn into a sharp edge and pierce into their blood, together with thousands of lonely Yanbei souls, to collect debts from them.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the west of the city, and the ground trembled twice.

Feng Kuan was a little unsteady, Fang Yu supported him.Yannan's face darkened, and he looked even colder.

At the same time, a swordsman ran in: "Swordsman! Someone detonated the explosion ahead of time..."

Yannan waved his hand and shouted to the side: "Yanqing!"

Yan Qing looked at him, and saw Yan Nan throwing Yan Bei Dao backhand.The blade swirled in mid-air, causing a gust of hunting wind.

Yan Qing didn't speak either, but threw his saber back at the same time.Two knives passed by in mid-air.

There are no grand ceremonies, and no witnesses from all over the world.

In just an instant, they completed the handover.

From now on, the son of Bei Dao is Bei Dao.

Feng Kuan was still smiling, and the sword energy of the Canglan Sword that had just been sharpened was still there.

Who is the blade for?

Feng Kuan thought to himself, Nan Jian was still reluctant to give up.

Just like when he was able to run away from home without nostalgia, but still carried a set of iron swords.

Nan Jian is guilty, but Nan Jian is not guilty.

Feng Kuan followed Yannan: "When I came, I had already destroyed most of your arrangements, and I didn't have time in the west of the city."

Yannan gave him a strange look.

Feng Kuan: "Why are you looking at me? You want to burn everything together, but I can't bear it."

Yannan stopped.

Feng Kuanchou was shameless: "At any rate, I also brought down Beidao City."

Yannan: "Get out. Yanqing, give him to me..." Before he finished speaking, Feng Kuan dragged him out, and while he was dragging, he called behind him, "Xiaoqiuer, go find your senior brother, master orders Very big."

Yannan let him drag him all the way, it was really embarrassing.He mocked, "Do you still have the strength to draw your sword?"

Feng Kuan was not angry either, and asked him slowly: "With you here, do I still need to draw my sword?"

Yannan: "..."

Fang Kui glanced at Yan Qing angrily: "Let go."

Yan Qing shrugged irresolutely, and only said when Fang Yu was about to chase him out: "Bei Dao is not dead, and Nan Jian will be fine. If Bei Dao can't solve the situation, it's useless for you to go there .”

Fang Yu paused.

Yanqing walked out slowly: "Isn't Lord Tianyan the head of the Nine Lords? You don't believe me, don't you believe him?"