I have a God-killing prison

Some wilderness.

A young man in a robe walked slowly, his gaze was calm, his flowing black hair was simply tied together with a wooden hairpin, and his hands were carried on his back.

He had a long sword hanging from his waist and was dressed in a green shirt.

Walking forward step by step.

It looks like a show talent who went to Beijing to catch up with the exam in ancient times.

He looks very ordinary, his appearance and clothing do not match, and the whole person is the kind that cannot be found in the crowd.

However, there is an inexplicable temperament in his body.

Although he is dressed as a scholar, he is more like a swordsman.

It is like a sharp sword that has never been unsheathed, although it is not unsheathed, it carries a sharp sword qi!

Ten years to sharpen a sword, once asked about life and death.

If the sword is unsheathed, it is sharp!

One sword can cut off life and death!

"Click——!"

Suddenly, an ancient pine tree broke on the hillside not far ahead, and an emerald green branch fell.

The pine branch fell straight down and landed in the hands of an old man sitting with his eyes closed under the tree.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, there was no trace of emotion in his cloudy eyes, and there was no unnecessary expression on his wrinkled face, which was very calm.

His hair and beard were gray, he wore a gray robe, and his body was empty, except for an emerald pine branch in his hand.

Immediately, he got up, dressed in a gray robe, holding a pine branch in his hand, and looked into the distance.

To be precise, looking at the people not far away.

The blue-shirted man walked slowly, his speed was not fast, but every time he landed, his figure appeared in the next place like teleportation.

In just an instant, the blue-robed man appeared expressionlessly in front of the white-robed old man.

The blue-shirted man carried his hands behind his back, and his face was calm.

A gentle breeze blows, blowing the old pine trees on the side, and the lush branches and leaves move with the wind, dropping a pine needle.

The pine needle fell quickly, and in a moment it fell to the ground without making a sound.

Qing Shi bent over, withdrew the hands he was carrying, and bowed respectfully in front of him, but his face was still calm.

"Student, I've seen the teacher."

The man spoke gently, then got up and looked at the old man in a white robe so quietly.

"Your temperament is still so cold, but the old man is no longer your teacher, so don't call it that in the future."

The old man shook his head slightly when he heard this, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"One day for the teacher, one life for the father!" Students, do not dare to snub. The

blue-shirted man spoke gently, his hands on his back again, and his face calm.

"Xu Shen, in the eyes of the old man, you have always been a good boy, but... It's just that, everyone has their own fate, maybe it's the old man's face. The

old man spoke again, his face showing no joy or anger, but he clenched the pine branch in his hand.

"Teacher, do you really think so? But you're old, and you shouldn't come here when you're old enough to be reared. The

blue-shirted man looked calm and bowed again, "Moreover, the student is not called Xu Shen now, and in the future, please ask the teacher to call the student as a

scholar!" "

Boom——!

The next moment, the book came alive, the mud under the feet splashed everywhere, the whole person turned into an afterimage, and the right hand was like turning into a heavy mountain, blatantly photographed!

The aura streaked through, tearing the air and making a popping sound.

Swish!

The old man's face remained unchanged, and the pine branches in his hand gently swept like dust, blocking the palm that was slapped.

At the same time, his left hand retracted, and then slammed out with a punch, his face finally changed, his face was frosty, and he said coldly:

"Scholar, this title is quite good, these old men have heard it many times, and their ears are about to grow calluses."

My good apprentice, you are now the deputy river master of the Forgetting River, but the old man is no longer worthy of being a teacher for you.

You have hatched many plans, killing many people who beat the people of the Heavenly Palace, and taking countless lives in your hands.

Sin deserves death!

Today, the old man personally intervened to clean up the portal! "

Bang——!

The scholar's face remained unchanged, and he also punched out!

The two fists smashed together, and a huge force burst out from the center of the two, turning into a ripple that stretched for tens of meters.

And the old pine tree beside him instantly exploded and turned into fragments.

Broken branches and tree trunks flew in the sky, and the two separated in an instant.

The corners of the scholar's mouth rose slightly, "Teacher, you are always old." It seems that something is not in line with the identity of the guardian 'sir' of the Great Xia Dynasty.

What Daxia needed was salvation, what it needed was light, and it turned out that manpower was not enough to resist the invasion of foreign gods.

Only the gods can stop the gods.

I believe that one day the teacher will understand that every era of awakening always requires the blood and sacrifice of some people, right? "

The scholar held the long sword at his waist, gripped the hilt tightly, and then a sharp sword intent rushed into the sky, wreaking havoc on everything!

"When my teacher taught me swordsmanship, he said that if you want to really learn swordsmanship, you need ten years to sharpen a sword, and today, the ten-year period has arrived.

This sword, a sword out... Smell life and death. "

Then, jerk out!

Glossy ——!

The long sword was unsheathed and made a crisp sound!

"Today, the students will ask the teacher to go on the road!"

The scholar looked respectful, gripped the long sword, and then the whole person turned into an afterimage and swung the sword again.

The sharp blade flashed coldly, cutting through the air and making a brittle sound.

The raging sword intent rushed into the sky, scattering the white clouds in the sky, revealing a large hole and revealing brilliant sunlight.

"Nonsense, just let the old man see what you have learned over the years."

The gentleman's face returned to calm, and his tone was flat.

Then the wrist shook slightly, and suddenly the pine branch in his hand seemed to turn into a peerless sword at this moment, extremely sharp!

The same earth-shattering sword intent burst out.

However, the two sword intents are completely different.

The scholar's sword intent is like a bamboo shoot in spring, full of vitality and has the power to break through everything.

And the sword intent of the gentleman is like the ocean, vast and inclusive.

As soon as the words fell, the gentleman also turned into an afterimage, and a sword crossed the space.

Click——!

The two swords collided violently together, making a metallic clashing sound!

Sparks splashed.

The two collided and quickly separated.

The next moment, the two of them ascended to the sky at the same time, stagnating in the air like immortals, and once again collided like two meteors.

The immense force overflowed, shattering the earth and splashing mud.

"Let the teacher smile, and please forgive the student for not being able to send the teacher back to the west immediately."

The scholar said calmly, holding a sword in one hand and evolving a combat technique with the other.

"Does the teacher remember my palm?"

The scholar asked, deep in his eyes, a brilliant pattern suddenly flashed with light, and at the same time, the inexplicable power was like falling from the sky, making his whole person shine brightly.

As the right hand evolved, a huge palm suddenly appeared in the sky, and the lines of the palm were clearly visible, explaining the Tao and reason.

A trace of solemnity appeared on the old man's face, and he said word by word:

"High-risk forbidden lines, three lives floating!!"