Cultivate with an African God

cloudy day.

Thick clouds gathered on the wheat field, and there was wind, and the wheat was almost broken by the wind.

A man was standing in the wheat field leaning on a sword, his gray robe was stained with blood, and his eyes were also bloodshot.

The little boy behind him tugged at the hem of his clothes. He had a delicate face, but now he was in a mess, with only a pair of clear and bright eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Cheng, let's go." He looked Looking at the enemies who are slowly gathering around, there is no timidity in his eyes: "Even if they capture me and refine me into a Gu cup, I will not necessarily admit defeat to them!"

The man's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted: "Do you know how much torture it takes to be trained as a Gu cup? They are already neither human nor ghost, how can I just watch you become a tool for destroying the family and enemies?"

Those bloodshot eyes showed some ruthlessness, like a wolf being cornered.

"I'll block it for you, you—run!"

In words, the enemy is approaching!

The sword wind sweeps!

It was a very heavy giant sword, and when it was swung, there was a majestic sound of the wind. Once a husband was in charge of severely injuring the enemy, and he was also very high-spirited, causing many masters to bow their heads with one sword.

Now this sword is the sword of nowhere!

He couldn't fight without the consciousness of death, there were too many enemies, too strong, and he could rely on only one sword.

His sight began to shake, and his breath was full of rust. He looked at the boy anxiously, hoping to fight for a way out for the boy under his desperate fight, but the boy still had no way out.

He opened his mouth, his throat was hoarse, he couldn't even say a word of advice, and he was already about to face the blade.

But the knife was knocked away obliquely while he was in a daze, and at the same time he saw endless streams of light, cold and sharp sword aura.

Several streams of icy sword energy descended from the sky and landed directly beside them. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, forming an invisible barrier in front of them.

--It's him.

It was that person who came.

In the shaking sight, the swordsman in blue shirt walked slowly.

In the gloomy sky, he walks calmly, with a peaceful and gentle expression, the wind and rain are approaching, and the sword is on the verge, but he seems to be walking on the bank of the weeping willow lake in spring, looking for flowers alone.

All the swordsmen who roamed the rivers and lakes did not know this person.

——This person is Wen Xingze.

In anyone's eyes, this is a very strange person.

All the swordsmen in the world focus on the power of the sword, whether it is strong enough or fast enough, but this swordsman has embarked on a path different from anyone else. He has cultivated a mysterious and mysterious sword energy. No one is invincible.Such a person should stand at the top of the martial arts world, but he doesn't care about anything, and wanders around alone.He is a gentle and polite person, as long as he wants to, he can be friends with anyone, but he always keeps a distance from others, without a single friend.

He thinks that he has a little deeper relationship with Wen Xingze than others, and knows more things.

For example, Wen Xingze may not be considered a human being, he doesn't like too much sunlight, and he often has a chill that only the dead can have. For example, his existence is very strange, because he was not born in this world.

Another example...Wen Xingze came to this world and said it was for experience, but he felt that it was closer to a self-exile.

He couldn't tell what it was like.

"Wen Xingze!" The enemy obviously recognized him, and the leader shouted, "This matter has nothing to do with you, if you don't want to wander in the rivers and lakes in the future and have nowhere to go, just mind your own business!"

They know that they are not opponents, and now they can only threaten him with the threat that the organization will be unfavorable to him in the future.

The blue-shirted swordsman walks calmly, and people can see his handsome face, calm eyes, and - that cold breath.

He smiled lowly, still as gentle as a willow twig under the moon: "If you want to take care of it, you can do it."

His words were gentle, but he shot without hesitation.

That sword was like a sea tide under the moonlight. Under the cover of the sea tide, they had no power to resist at all!

The leader's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the boy with his hands and claws!

Since Wen Xingze cannot be defeated, at least this mission must be completed!

But at that moment, he seemed to see a bright moon rising from the sea, a sword light that he had never seen before.

Cold and scorching hot, the sound of endless tide echoed in his body.

It was the last feeling of his soul leaving his body.

The straw hangs low.The enemy's body is broken like straw.

The golden wheat straw was stained with blood.

Wen Xingze put away his sword, his expression was calm, without any trace of bloodlust, he stretched out his hand towards the man, and said with a slight smile, "Is it okay?"

The man was still horrified by the sudden turn of events, and after being pulled up by him, he was speechless for a while, but the first sentence was: "Brother Xingze, please accept the young master as your disciple!"

The boy poked his head out behind him to look at Wen Xingze.

Wen Xingze reached out and touched the boy's head, still smiling and said: "No." He looked at the man's expression and said, "You know, I am not from this world, so I shouldn't leave any fetters here."

The man's chest was filled with qi and blood, and his breath was not smooth. Under the pain, he blurted out a sentence: "But you don't want to go back, do you?"

Wen Xingze's smile slowly subsided.He was startled and didn't speak for a long time.

For a long time, Wen Xingze has only "should" and "shouldn't" in doing things - he should shoulder the responsibility of the Yingzhou Sword Sect, he should take care of the younger generation, he should practice swordsmanship to be worthy of himself, not because he wants to be with In no mood.

Later, he experienced pain that he had never imagined, and survived the pain. In this life that can only be obtained by chance, he abandoned a lot.He let go of his responsibilities to Yingzhou Sword Sect or to others, and also cut off his pursuit of love for others.

At that time, he finally understood that the reason for the long hesitation and fear had nothing to do with talent or love, but because he had never accepted himself.He doesn't recognize much about himself, so he can only move forward with reason, relying on the enthusiasm of others to fill his heart.

One person left with a sword in hand, what he wanted to find was the strength to support his own life.

He traveled to many places and met many people.He heard the sound of the sword, the sound of the wind, the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and the silence of the bamboo shadows blown by the wind.

I don't know how far you are after leaving.

He thought he was decisive and unrestrained, but now he found that it was more like an exile.

In the words of this nodding acquaintance, he realized for the first time... that he actually didn't want to go back.

He thought that he was heartless and heartless, and had nothing to worry about, so why would he be afraid to go home?Why——I will regard this journey as a long self-exile.

He didn't quite understand.

He clenched his hands slowly and lowered his eyes.

"But I should go back anyway."

There is a deep bond that he doesn't understand.

That day should have been an ordinary day for the people of Yingzhou Sword Sect.

Early in the morning, the sword cultivators were competing with each other. After the lights and swords rested, they sat on the ground and talked in twos and threes, discussing the gains and losses of the previous tricks.

A little sword cultivator gestured and said: "Actually, your move of Yan Tao is weak, it should be like this, so that you can take the next move! Then he must have to withdraw! Then you can—"

The person he gestured to interrupted him, and said disapprovingly: "How could Yan Tao Wei Mang withdraw his moves so quickly? You really don't feel pain in your back when you're standing and talking."

Xiao Jianxiu retorted: "Brother Zhong Zijin could have done it a long time ago!"

Several people looked at the peak in the distance together, and said "ah" in unison.

Xiao Jianxiu melancholy drew crooked figures on the ground with twigs, and said, "It would be great if Senior Brother Zhong Zijin would accept apprentices..."

As soon as these words came out, several people sighed in unison.

One person interjected: "Perhaps the senior brother next to him will accept apprentices when he reaches this level, but although senior brother Zhong Zijin has always been kind to us, he actually only has swordsmanship in his eyes... how can he be willing to devote a little energy to others."

"Perhaps, the sword school is gone, so he must find another place to practice swordsmanship."

"...Geniuses, there are always those who have the capital to go their own way."

Early in the morning, the little sword cultivators were very sad and depressed.

Zhong Zijin, who was talked about by people, also woke up very early. He vaguely remembered that these few days should be the grand ceremony of Yunfu's sect again, and when he recalled some unusual friends after returning, his eyebrows were rarely worried.

But the worry was quickly blown away by the wind, and he used the branch as a sword and started another day of practice.

The blessing and hope of a swordsman are never in words, but in the sword.They use their swords to protect what they want to protect, and they use their swords to cut through thorns and reach the distance they want to reach.

The sound of swords on Yingzhou Island is like the sound of waves, which will last forever.

However, the change came so suddenly—Zhong Zijin was still thinking about how many pieces the fallen leaf could be cut into in an instant, and what kind of change would be the most comfortable in the middle. He couldn't finish his sentence, and only pointed at the place where the sword was buried tremblingly.

At the same time, he only felt that the air was disordered, and his internal breath was blocked, making it difficult to recover.

He has always had a keen sense, and he didn't know well, so he ran forward with his sword.

There were several cracks in the rock, and creatures that didn't seem to belong to this world rushed out of them, and it seemed that there would only be more and more, and it would never stop.

The cultivation base of the young disciples is not high, and they are affected by the breath. Facing such monsters, they have almost no resistance. In despair, they remembered that there is no grandmaster in the sect. The grandmaster guarding the sect said to the disciples After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, Yingzhou Sword Sect... no one can guard it!

The sword cultivators supported desperately with their swords. Even though they couldn't find any solution, no one took a half step back.

Because they are members of the Yingzhou Sword Sect!

They hold their swords and don't retreat!

Jianxiu felt that his breathing was already turbulent.

The hand holding the sword also began to tremble.

They tried their best to think about how to deal with the sword move, but gradually began to feel powerless.

However, in a trance, they saw a sword light shining in front of their eyes.

Bright, sharp and icy.

And... as fast as a shooting star.

In Yingzhou, there is only one person with such sword skills.

The man's dark eyes seemed to be burning with a dark flame, standing in front of them.

——Yingzhou Sword Sect, there are still people who can defend it!

While resisting, Zhong Zijin let the nearby disciples go away. When the people finally left in a hurry, he lightly held a sword flower. His face was spattered with blood and there were small wounds, but his eyes were burning. Invincible fighting spirit.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, come on!"

Zhong Zijin didn't know how long he had been fighting.

There were wounds on his body one after another, and the blood stained his clothes a deeper color, but he seemed to be tireless, only seeing Tianyin in front of him, even if the wounds were serious, he would not let them leave the place where the sword was buried step!

Zhong Zijin cut off Tianyin's body with a sword. There was no blood in the death of these monsters, only the cold remnants fell to the side and made a dull sound. Before he could catch his breath, he turned sideways again. Beheaded!

It's just that Tianyin seems endless, and his specially refined sword has lost its original sharpness due to long-term fighting.

Zhong Zijin had a premonition of this change.

He has always had a beast-like intuition, when he noticed a clue, he came back to tell the master, so the master left Yingzhou to him and asked him to wait until he returned.

Zhong Zijin seldom plays the role of a commander. He has always given absolute obedience to those he trusts. He is the sharpest sword in their hands and the most powerful hunting dog.

Therefore, when the master left and let him guard, he didn't ask the reason and he was not sure about the return date. In the end, even if his sword was shattered in the battle, he would not leave a step.

Tianyin spread his wings and rushed towards him. He raised his sword and split the monster in two from the center of his eyebrows, but fine cracks appeared on the blade of the sword!

Zhong Zijin changed hands and unsheathed his other sword - that sword was actually average in color, with an exaggerated shape, it didn't look like a famous sword at first glance.

However, this sword carried his youth, and his unwillingness to seek was half his life.

A sword cultivator has a very small heart, one sword per person for a lifetime.Everyone envied Zhong Zijin, envied his talent, envied his good luck.Many people love him, but he doesn't seem to be touched by this love. He has always walked alone with his sword, and only has one step forward in the way of the sword in his eyes.

But what people don't know is that even if he is as talented as he is, he has experienced long sufferings, and he has endured words such as hurting Zhongyong without any malicious intentions, and he has also hesitated, hesitated, and uncertain .It's just because he is lucky and enviable, he never shows his messy mood easily.

His sword carried a lot of weight, yet he struck so lightly and so quickly.

He knows his own luck and the value of other people's kindness. He knows how many things Yingzhou has given him that many people can't have in their entire lives, such as cultivation, love, trust, freedom, and like-minded people who agree with each other. They can be respected. The seniors also know that he has been drawing spiritual strength from the shadows of the predecessors and juniors of the Yingzhou Sword Sect holding swords since he was a child.

He hoped he wasn't the last one like this.

When asked which is more important, the way of swordsmanship or these mortal ties, his head, which is not used to thinking about feelings, can't answer at all, but he clearly knows that as long as the blood is not shed today, he can still fight for them!

Until the hilt of his sword was broken, he could only break off the branches to fight against Tianyin, he could only fight and retreat!

This is the sword cultivator!

Zhong Zijin seemed to be indefatigable, with only the sword light and the awe-inspiring steel shadow in front of him!

His hands are getting sore and weak, even if he doesn't want to, this long journey will come to an end one day.

For the first time, Zhong Zijin hated the endlessness of life.

His last branches were broken with his too strong sword energy, Zhong Zijin looked back at Yingzhou Sword School worriedly.

That small sect, others only know the Yingzhou Immortal School, but they don't know that there are many sword cultivators here who tie their lives to a single sword and seek the way of the sword.

He wanted to hear the sound of the sword and the tide here forever.

After losing the sword, he still has hands and body.

Maybe that would cause him an irreversible injury and make his life irreversible, but many things are not important at this moment.

But when he gritted his teeth and was about to fight again and turned his gaze back, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar figure coming with a sword. It was a very simple gray robe, but it had the leisurely gentleness of the faint cloud in the sky. .

The voice was familiar, as if it had traveled through many times.

"—Zijin, continue!"

He saw a sword shrouded in frost coming through the air.

The sword seemed to have fallen into his hand with many lost memories.

That was the "Frost Unhappy" that Mu Xinghe gave them back then but lost!

With a sharp weapon in his hand, Zhong Zijin only looked at the person who came, the dead gray in his eyes instantly turned into a raging flame: "Brother, you are back!"

Wen Xingze is back.

He has changed a lot, and there is still worry and tenderness in his brows, but his whole body is like a sword that has finally been sharpened, and it has been stored in the stream, clear and sharp.

His zhenqi moved slightly, and the cold light shot out like stars, and the star point of cold light suddenly turned into ice-cold sword energy the moment it left him, covering and falling with the breath of the sea tide!

Zhong Zijin split Tianyin's head, looked at the overwhelming sword glow, and sighed with a smile: "Senior Brother, your sword intent is done."

Shen Xiu's sword intent has the quietness of the lonely moon and morning stars and Gao Tianshuoxue, Zhong Zijin's sword has the agility and enthusiasm of a flying star, the sword intent is like the heart, Zhong Zijin has thought many times to wait until Wen Xingze cultivates the sword intent. What kind of demeanor it is, now he finally sees it.

It was a sword condensed with Qi, with a stronger true energy than a sword cultivator, and a sharper spirit than a Taoist cultivator!

The rain of swords fell one after another, implying the principle of the formation. When the rain of swords fell, it actually formed a sword formation full of sword energy that cut gold and cut jade!

When the last sword fell, violent waves rose from the sword array, and the cold and clear light shone on it, making the sword aura even more stern.

When the turmoil subsided, the sword array burst open immediately, and the Tianyin who were locked in the center of the sword array also fell apart!

"'Sword covering Chicheng'..." Zhong Zijin's eyes flickered, "It's very powerful."

That was the sword qi technique of the Yingzhou Sword School. Wen Xingze had been away for many years, but he never gave up on Yingzhou's swordsmanship, nor did he finally give up on the Yingzhou Sword School.

They are the twin swords of Yingzhou, they can support the people of the Yingzhou Sword Sect.

However, at this moment, a group of people flocked to the Yingzhou Sword School and slammed on the dilapidated gate of the Yingzhou Sword School.

The little disciple carefully opened the crack of the door and took a look, only to see the uniform dark blue robe outside, embroidered with patterns of sea tides.

The little disciple felt agitated, and immediately wanted to close the door again, and was going to recall a technique he hadn't used in a few years, and didn't want the visitor to see the door opened a little, and rudely stretched out his foot to get stuck, pushed the door open, and yelled Said: "I heard that your little Pojian sect has a 'Tianmen', what's the matter, if such a powerful thing exists, it should be in our Yingzhou immortal sect!"

People from the Yingzhou Immortal Sect filed in one after another, and there were not many gatekeepers from the Yingzhou Sword Sect. They glared at them and said, "I don't have time to talk to you now, so stop making trouble!"

"Bah," the leader said disdainfully, "It's not uncommon to make trouble with you small families, get out of the way, if it weren't for us masters to take action, your entire Little Pojian Sect would die under the hands of Tian Yin who came from Tianmen!"

The person behind him spoke a little more politely, cupped his hands and said: "We are from the same lineage of the Yingzhou School, and we were in the same school 500 years ago. I really can't watch you struggling."

He raised his hand and called to the disciples of the Yingzhou Immortal Sect: "Let's go!"

The last disciple of the Yingzhou Immortal School seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around and shouted: "This is not showing favor to you!"

The disciples of the Yingzhou Sword Sect said angrily: "No need!" They seemed to have remembered something, and said, "Quick, maybe these bull-nosed people have evil intentions, we must follow!"

It's actually quite early for the Yingzhou Immortal School to get the news of "Tianmen".

There was turmoil in Yunfu, which led to the opening of the Tianmen. The so-called Tianmen, in the legend, is the door to the will of the heavens, hidden in various secret places and places where the aura is clocked.The Great Opening of the Heavenly Gate was a legend that few people knew about and even less people believed before today, but now it has really opened, and it has brought an endless stream of monsters that many people could not have expected.

The gates of heaven began to open quietly all over the world of consonance.

Resistance may only be temporary, but where is the source of Tianmen?

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The next chapter is the scene of Bitao Academy. Think about whether to write 8000 words or 4000 words separately. 4000 words will be written more frequently, and 8000 words will be given a longer interval...