In the autumn of the 11th year of Yuanwu in the Great Qin Dynasty, a rare rainstorm swept across Changling. The heavy dark clouds as heavy as lead were accompanied by terrifying thunder, making the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty feel like it fell into the demon world.

At the port of Weihe River outside the city, countless officials and soldiers in black uniforms stood densely, letting the storm blow, their bodies were nailed to the ground like iron nails, motionless.

In the turbid waves, a giant iron-armored ship suddenly arrived!

A lightning bolt across the sky fell at this moment, illuminating the heavy iron-armored giant ship into snow-white.

All the officials and sergeants on the edge of Ningli Port were shocked and changed color.

The head of this giant iron armored ship was actually a real dragon head!

Even though the beast head, which was larger than a carriage, had been cut off by human necks, its red pupils still flashed with crazy murderous intent, and the surging power was even more amazing than the stormy waves.

Before the giant ship could dock, the three officials flew directly across the river dozens of meters, like three heavy hammers falling on the bow deck.

What shocked the three officials even more was that the giant ship was full of terrifying gaps and broken objects, and it seemed that they had experienced many tragic battles. But wherever they looked, there was only an old man wearing a straw raincoat and an old servant standing on the corner of the side of the ship like a ghost, and there was no sign of the person they were waiting for.

"Mr. Han, where is Yeshi's head?"

The three officials bowed together and asked in a desperate scatter.

"No need to be polite. Ye Sishou has gone to the hidden place of the remnants of the sword furnace." The old man, who looked like an old servant, bowed back his greeting slightly, but while he was speaking, he couldn't see the old man's face clearly in the heavy rain, but his eyes were particularly deep and cold, exuding a shocking domineering aura.

"Has the head of Yeshi left?" The three officials were shocked at the same time, and they couldn't help looking back at the city at the same time.

The entire Changling has been shrouded in heavy rain and twilight, and only the phantoms of tall horned buildings appear faintly.

At the same time, a black umbrella suddenly appeared on a river surface south of Changling City.

The man holding a black umbrella walked towards a shabby alley on the bank of this big river as if walking on the ground on the turbulent river.

There were six black officials who were holding the same black umbrella, of varying heights and could not see their faces under the cover of the black umbrella, and quietly stopped on the shore and waited for the man.

After this man landed, the six officials did not make any extra moves or make any sounds, but followed in silence.

In the alley, there is an ordinary square courtyard, which gradually becomes the center of these black umbrellas that begin to exude a murderous aura.

The sound of water ticking, mixed with the sound of chewing food.

A middle-aged man wearing a coarse black suit and rolled up his sleeves was eating his dinner under the rain eaves in the square yard.

The man was dressed in black clothes, his hair was tied up randomly with a straw rope, the soles of a pair of cloth shoes were almost worn, and his fingernails were dirty, with an ordinary face, and he looked no different from ordinary porters nearby.

His dinner was also very ordinary and simple, just a bowl of coarse rice, a plate of vegetables, and a plate of dried tofu. However, the middle-aged man ate it very sweetly. He had to chew every bite for dozens of times before he could swallow it slowly.

After chewing the last ball of rice, the middle-aged man reached out to take a wooden scoop hanging under the eaves, scooped a scoop of clear water from the water tank next to him, and drank it all in one bite, and then he burped with satisfaction.

As his burp sounded, the black umbrella in front stopped just at the gate of his yard.

A snow-white official boot stretched out from under one of the black umbrellas, which looked extremely eye-catching in the heavy black colors.

Behind the official boots is a snow-white long skirt, with red hair, thin lips, and light eyebrows like distant mountains in the rain.

Walking from the stormy river like a leisurely stroll, it turned out to be a beautiful woman with a very bookish and charming waist.

She walked out of the black umbrella, letting the autumn rain wet her black hair, and walked into the middle-aged man's square courtyard with light steps. Then she bowed to the middle-aged man Yingying and said softly: "Ye Celeng has met Mr. Zhao Qi."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly. With this eyebrow, his face suddenly became vivid, and his body began to exude an unspeakable charm.

"This is the first time I have met Ye Sishou in Changling for three years."

He did not return the gift, but just smiled slightly, but his eyes passed by the woman and threw themselves into the streets and alleys in the autumn rain in the distance.

"It's really boring to watch Changling for a long time. Just like your Qin people's swords and people, you go straight and straight, horizontal and vertical, horizontal and vertical, flat and stable, even the walls on the streets are either gray or black, without any beauty. Today, looking at the head of Ye Shi, the grace of my eyes lit up, and it seems very inconsistent with Changling."

His words were calm and clear, just like the casual sighs when chatting with people with enough tea and food on weekdays. However, as soon as these words were spoken, all the people under the black umbrella outside the courtyard had a sudden cold face.

"Bold! Zhao Zhan, the remnant of the sword furnace! Ye Sishou arrived in person, and you didn't even surrender, but you dared to say this heart-killing words!"

A cold shout suddenly sounded under a black umbrella that was stationed in the distance.

It was obvious that it was intended that the middle-aged man and the woman in white dress see clearly. The umbrella holder who spoke up raised the umbrella. This was a young man with a particularly handsome face, with red lips and white teeth, a jade-like complexion, and a flash of eyes like cold electricity.

"oh?"

A light ejaculation sounded.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and looked relieved: "No wonder he is much weaker than others... It turns out that you are not one of the six worshippers of the Jiantiansi. In this way, you should be an official in the Shendujian."

The handsome-faced young official in black had originally trembled slightly imperceptibly. His previous actions seemed to have consumed a lot of his courage. At this time, he heard the middle-aged man say that his breath was much weaker than the umbrella holders behind him, and some anger suddenly ignited in his eyes, but his breathing became even more rapid.

However, the middle-aged man's eyes had already left his body and fell on the woman in white dress. He smiled at the woman in white dress and said, "At this age, he has already crossed the fourth realm half a step. He should be considered a rare talent in your dynasty."

The woman in white dress smiled, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, "Mr. said it's right."

"He should just admire you and want to leave some impression on you." The middle-aged man looked at the woman in white dress meaningfully, "Would it be a pity?"

"What do you... mean?" The handsome young official's face suddenly turned out to be extremely white. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

The woman in white dress turned to look at him and smiled slightly, giving people the feeling that she had no disgust towards the handsome young man, but a drop of raindrops falling beside her suddenly stopped.

Then the raindrops began to accelerate, accelerating to a terrifying level, and naturally grew into a thin small sword during the acceleration process.

A "swish" sound was soft.

The black umbrella was covered with blood plasma. The head of the handsome young official took off his neck and fell to the ground with the flying black umbrella. His eyes were tightly opened, and he couldn't believe it was true.

"Great courage!"

The middle-aged man cheered, "Even the people in the Shendujian who monitored your actions directly killed them with one sword. Ye Sishou was really brave, but he killed yourself a rare practitioner in order to make a dissatisfaction. Ye Sishou seemed to have no mind."

The woman in the white dress mocked her, "What kind of mind does a woman need? It's enough to have a breast."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned. He never thought that a woman in a white dress would say such a sentence.

“It makes sense.”

He smiled as if he was ridiculed, "No matter what people like Ye Sishou do or say, they really don't need to care too much about other people's opinions."

The woman in the white dress had a trembling eyelashes and her lips opened slightly. However, at this moment, she sensed something, frowned slightly, but stopped making a sound.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face was at this moment. The tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were smoothed by some strange fluorescent light. His body and hair began to flash with jade luster. A rolling heat made all the raindrops floating in the sky turn into white water vapor, and a strong murderous aura began to fill the courtyard.

"Although there are different majors, practitioners in the world are divided into nine realms according to their strength and realms, and each realm is divided into three levels. What realm is your Emperor, what is he now?" When the woman in white dress who was obviously transcendent in the beginning, he did not give him a greeting, but at this moment, he bowed seriously and asked solemnly.

"I have no mind, so I won't answer questions like you without any benefit." The woman in the white dress looked at him calmly and said in an undisputed tone, "One person has one question."

The middle-aged man pondered slightly and looked up: "Okay."

The woman in the white dress did not discuss the order at all, and asked first: "The disciples of the sword furnace are practicing the desperate sword, and they don't even have their own lives in their eyes. However, for the past three years, you will not assassinate the practitioners of our dynasty, nor will you secretly form a clique, nor will you try to steal the practice books of our dynasty. What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man looked at her and sighed: "Mushashi, the secret library of your place of practice, is there any strong thing left by that person?"

His rhetorical question was very short, and he didn't even mention the name of "that person". However, these two words seemed like a taboo. The five officials under the black umbrella outside the courtyard did not have any emotional fluctuations in the bloody scene where they were beheaded with swords. At this moment, when they heard this sentence, the black umbrella in their hands trembled slightly at the same time, and countless splashes of flowers like flowers shook out from the umbrella.

The woman in the white dress was a little displeased. She sneered: "So many years have passed, and you still don't give up. I want to see if that person has left anything?"

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but just looked deep in her eyes with interest, waiting for her next answer.

The woman in white dress looked at the middle-aged man who seemed more and more attractive. She suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the other party and said softly: "The Emperor has reached the top level of the seventh realm five years ago. I have not taken any action again in the past five years. I wonder if you are satisfied with this answer?"

"I had reached the top level of the seventh level five years ago. Five years of time spent on breaking the mirror should be enough. So, it may have reached the eighth level?" A deep frustration and sorrow appeared in the middle-aged man's eyebrows, but in the next moment, they all disappeared and turned into sharp sword intent!

His whole body began to shine, like a peerless sword hidden in the sheath for many years, suddenly unsheathed!

All the dry and growing artemisia on the walls and ridges of the courtyard were cut into several pieces with sharp breath and floated outwards.

"please!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath. The world in his eyes seemed to be the only woman in white dress opposite him.

"Zhao Zhan, the seventh disciple of the sword furnace, learn about the Qiushui Sword in Yeshi!"

When his voice sounded like this, the woman in white dress was still silent and seemed to have no reaction, but the five black-clad officials outside the courtyard all whispered, and their figures suddenly walked around the five corners outside the courtyard, and the black umbrella in their hands rotated violently at the same time.

On the black umbrella surface like a round shield, with a sharp rotation, instead of sprinkling countless raindrops, they ejected countless energy.

boom!

The entire courtyard swelled out like paper, and instantly exploded into countless burning fragments.

Muffled groans sounded under the umbrella, and these burning fragments contained amazing power, which made the soles of the five umbrella-holding officials rub their harsh friction sounds.

The dense energy formed an airtight wall, and few burning debris pierced out. The rolling heat and burning Mars were forced to vent their anger towards the sky above. Looking from a distance, it was like a huge furnace suddenly erected between heaven and earth.

At the center of Honglu, a red little sword had appeared in the hand of the middle-aged man Zhao Zhan.

The sword is only more than two feet long, but the blazing true fire emitted from the sword body and the tip of the sword formed a fire ball several meters long!

The woman in white dress whom he called Ye Sishou in front of him had disappeared, but only thousands of fine raindrops came towards him like countless small swords.

...

At the moment when five officials holding black umbrellas took action, dozens of sword masters wearing various long swords also poured into this humble alley like ghosts.

These sword masters had the same breath as those of the five umbrella-holding officials. In such storms, the raindrops falling around their bodies flew away like life. A transparent air mass was isolated from the outside of each person, like an independent world.

Such a picture can only show that they are rare practitioners in the world, like the five black umbrella officials.

However, at this moment, listening to the constant roar in the courtyard and looking at the water droplets splashing in the surrounding puddles due to the vibration of the ground, they could not even feel the rough situation inside, but their faces became paler and the cold sweat in their palms became more and more.

They had already known what kind of existence the Zhao Kingdom sword furnace was, but today they finally realized that their estimates for the sword furnace were still too low.

The time was actually very short, so short that even the people nearby thought it was thunder but did not react to what it was. A strange crack suddenly sounded on the black umbrella curtain surrounding the courtyard.
To be continued...