In January of the 25th year of Zhengding, the spring is chilly.

Guanzhong, near Tongguan area, a group of people are resting in the mountains here.

These Holy Fire teach people to dress in strange clothes and wear Western Regions clothes, just like businessmen, with more than fifty people.

It was dusk at this time. Under the leadership of two leaders, a group of believers were kneeling on the ground and kneeling in the direction of the Western Regions.

The setting sun shines between the valleys and on those who kneel down.

Their faces were solemn, and in front of the leader, there were bronze candlesticks, burning with flames as big as beans.

Around these believers who were kneeling to the distant holy fire, a few feet away, there were corpses on the ground, and the scattered fighting sounds continued.

Those corpses were all knights from the local sects in Guanzhong and the Huashan sect.

These northwestern men came to stop the Demon Cult.

It was just that the strength of these elite Holy Fire Sects was underestimated. More than 40 people came, but they were all buried on the Guanzhong Plain.

Speaking of the Huashan School, it was once a glorious one.

Ten years ago, this northwestern sect was still a master of martial arts.

Unfortunately, the Demon Cult rose more than ten years ago. Under the leadership of Zhang Moye, the seven Demon Cult Sects came from the Western Regions and wanted to go to the Central Plains. The first stop was Guanzhong.

In order to win time for the upright knights to gather in Luoyang, the Huashan Sect fought to the death with the Demon Sect under Mount Hua.

From the head of the sect, nearly a thousand elite soldiers were killed or injured, and their vitality was severely damaged.

That was one of the several tragic events in the world in the past ten years of Zhengding.

But the sacrifices of the Huashan School are valuable.

Without their strong points to stop him, Ren Hao, who had just become the leader of the martial arts world, would have no time in Luoyang at that time, gathered up decent knights from all over the world.

That year, both the righteous and the evil sides fought in the Central Plains. The battle situation was so fierce that Chun Yangzi had to leave Taiyue Mountain, holding a sword, Yaoguang, and then he had to fight Zhang Moye to a draw.

If it weren't for the death of these northwestern men, the demon sect, which was in power at that time, would have already swept the world.

It's just that people leave and tea is cold, and it's the same in the martial arts world.

Although there have been support from fellow practitioners of the world since the Zhengding ten years, more than ten years have passed and the Huashan faction has not recovered.

With the inconvenience of the elite disciples, they gradually declined.

Today, these dead and injured are the last disciples of the Huashan Sect.

Under the leadership of the head, they wanted to block the Demon Cult and revitalize the reputation of Mount Hua.

But unexpectedly, he ended up in such a miserable ending.

"Go away, disciple!"

Several feet behind the daily ceremony of the Holy Fire Teaching people, in the mountains and forests, a middle-aged man holding a long sword and broke his arm shouted to the young man following him:

"Stop him! Go quickly!"

"Master, don't talk nonsense!"

The young man was covered in blood, and his hands holding the sword were trembling endlessly.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the young man chasing him fiercely, saying:

"Today I will work with my master to kill the thief, and I will not let down my senior Huashan for all my passion! Master, I will not abandon you!"

This pair of masters and apprentices are the two remaining among the people who came to attack the Huashan Sect.

That middle-aged man is the head of the Huashan Sect.

As for martial arts, he is a sloppy and qualitative person in Guanzhong.

But the elite of the Holy Fire Sect is too fierce, and there are numbers of people. The slaughter made the leader unable to resist it. When he was rescuing his disciples, he was cut off his arm.

And this time happened to be the daily ritual of the Holy Fire believers.

The powerful believers no longer pursued them, but instead followed the other person who followed the Holy Fire Cult to chase them.

"Okay! The disciple, we, the master and apprentice, will live and die together today!"

The blood of the leader of Huashan sect surged.

He held the sword in one hand, looking at the people in the Demon Sect chasing around him. His disciple stood with him, holding the sword in both hands, and there was a hint of fear of death on his young face.

But even so, he still stood straight.

Just like the lonely peak of Mount Hua.

"clang"

The sharp sword light came towards us, and the one-armed leader broke his arm. He had to do his best to block the deadly sword with the sword in his hand.

But the next moment, the blade turned in front of me.

Blood lights up.

Then there was a illusion like Shura hell coming towards him.

As the pungent bloody smell overflowed, the head of the sect was invaded by the illusion, and the blade was slashed, the long sword in his hand was shocked and he fell to the ground.

The young disciple wanted to rescue the master. As soon as he lifted the sword, he was hit on his wrist by a knife when the blood dissipated.

Although it was the back of the knife, it was also under severe pain, and the sword flew out of its hand.

In front of the master and disciple, there was only one person chasing him.

Wearing black clothes, holding an ordinary willow knife.

About fourteen or fifteen years old.

He has a pretty face, a thin body, his eyes are blue, and his cheeks have a hint of characteristics of a Western Region. When his eyes and cheeks match him, he looks a hint of shyness.

This is still a child!

He took action to knock down the two men's weapons.

But instead of killing them all, he stood up with his sword.

The illusion of blood sea wrapped around the thin body also dissipated with the lancet sheath, as if everything just happened was just a dream.

"Why, don't you escape?"

You Wuming looked at the two masters and apprentices who were closing their eyes in front of him and waiting for death with his blue eyes. He said in confusion:

"Wait, knowing that you won't, why are you going to die?"

The one-armed leader was held in his arms by his disciples. He did not ask for any worries, but looked at his disciples.

He asked:

"Disciple, you and I are going to die, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

The young disciple wiped the blood on his face, his fingers were still trembling.

Actually, I'm afraid.

This world is difficult, the only thing that dies.

Who can not be afraid?

But he looked at the young man with a powerful and weird sword technique in front of him, and remembered the deeds of his ancestors he heard when he joined the Huashan Sect.

The Huashan Sect, which has been declining for more than ten years, relies on those word-of-mouth deeds to gather the last trace of power.

He then started to speak hard and said to his master:

"My master often taught me that more than ten years ago, my senior Huashan was also fighting the Demon Sect in this way, so that I could live up to my reputation as a Huashan Sect.

Today, I am not good at studying art and die here, and it is also my own fault. No wonder others have to blame.

Master, I'm not afraid!

I just couldn't kill the thief and felt sad."

"Did you see it?"

The last leader of Huashan laughed, he looked at the boy in front of him and said:

"Sacrificing one's life for righteousness is what the right way does!

This is my Huashan heritage!

This is my Northwest man’s ambition! How can you wait for these people in the Demon Sect to make me afraid?

If you want to kill, kill!"

"But we wait, not for Huashan."

Worry and lifelessness are people with simple minds.

He had a lot of doubts in his heart.

He put away the lancet in his hand and squatted in front of the master and apprentice, with no hostility on his face and eyes, he said:
To be continued...