C1 The first episode of the blood sword lost its soul (1)

The cold night was approaching, the cold wind was like a blade.

At this moment, a thousand miles of snow covered the ground. As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of white.

"It seems like the snow won't stop so soon." A man in plain clothes said to himself.

The wind was as sharp as knives, making people's faces hurt, but the man didn't seem to notice it at all. He just stood there quietly in front of a building, staring at the southwest.

The pavilion behind him was simple and unadorned, as if a man was standing in front of it. The pavilion was only half-way up the mountain.

In front of the pavilion, there was a huge rock that was over nine feet tall. The man in plain clothes stood five feet to the right of the rock, and from the looks of it, the rock was shorter than the other two.

The massive Alchemy Book on the giant rock had the three words "Bloodsword Pavilion" written on it. Although the strokes were simple, they were extremely vigorous and powerful. Each character was formed by a single stroke. However, if one looked closely, they would realize that these words were actually drawn with weapons.

What kind of weapon was it? It was a sword. A longsword. A blood sword.

At this moment, the blood sword was quietly stabbed into the side of the plain-clothed man.

As the name implied, the blood sword was a blood-red longsword.

The blood sword had no sheath. No matter where it appeared, its sharpness would shine, and everyone would take it seriously. That was because under this sword, thirty-two notorious villains with high martial arts had already been killed.

Who was the owner of the blood sword? Of course it was this plain-clothed man.

He was called Yu Chen, Blood Sword Yu Chen, a hero known throughout the world. No matter who heard the name Yu Chen, they would immediately be respectful towards him, because he was a person who represented the top existence in the martial arts world. At the same time, he was also known as the incarnation of justice.

His swordsmanship was very high, and because of this, everyone thought that he was a hero. However, there was always an unknown sadness in his heart, so whenever he was alone, his brows would slightly furrow.

Where did this sadness come from? Almost everyone in the martial arts world knew, but perhaps everyone had already forgotten?

Hero, hero, people will always remember his dazzling splendor, but forget the pain behind his back.

Yu Chen suddenly sighed, he unsheathed the blood sword at his side and started dancing.

Snow swirled in the air, covering everything in a silvery white. When the blood sword danced in the air, the bright red color was extremely eye-catching.

The Blood Sword Art was a sword technique that Yu Chen had created himself, and relying on it, he proudly and independently created a part of the Martial Forest.

At the moment, the blood sword was waved, Yu Chen's figure was like a cheetah as he moved about freely in the snow, the blood sword in his hand was sharp and shiny, with every slash, it would cut the snow into many pieces, and the snow that was broken would not fall onto the ground, but dance along the blood sword, flying freely in the air.

Yu Chen gently closed his eyes. He was immersed in the sword dance, and did not notice in the slightest that there was a young man blankly staring at him at the entrance of the Bloodsword Pavilion. Perhaps he knew, but he did not care. He only wanted to immerse himself in the sword dance. It was just like her all those years ago.

The youth looked at Yu Chen's robust figure and muttered, "Master's sword technique is really unfathomable. Who would have thought that such an elegant and beautiful sword dance would actually be a Blood Sword Art that can dominate the world?" He let out a long sigh, "Sigh, I wonder, when will I be able to reach Master's level?"

Although the sky was cold, the young man looked at Yu Chen who was leaping around, the Blood Sword's points, stabs, cuts, belts, chops, cuts, stabs, cuts, cuts, instantly sketched out many sword flowers, his eyes gradually blurred, and he became silly.

"Feng'er, what's wrong? Why aren't you sleeping in this cold weather?" Unknowingly, Yu Chen's sword dance had stopped, he turned around, and looked at the young man who was deep in thought, and felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

Hearing Yu Chen's call, an "ah" sound suddenly woke Yue Feng up, and he said: "Master, I can't sleep anymore."

Yu Chen smiled lightly and said: "Where are Uncle Fu and Aunt Lan?"

Yue Feng said: "They are still sleeping."

"Brother Chen —"

Suddenly, a long howl came from afar. The sound was like rolling thunder, but the listeners did not feel scared. Instead, there was an indescribable feeling of comfort. This was because the inner force was profound. Only in this way could he control the momentum of the roar.

Who was this person? Yue Feng was already getting excited, because he could already recognize that it was Long Tengyue's voice. He laughed happily, "Why is Uncle Long here today? He must have told me some interesting story."

Long Tengyue, called the Howling Dragon Fist, a famous hero in the martial arts world, Yu Chen's sworn brother.

Yu Chen said lightly: "Your Uncle Long is here today because he has something important to discuss with me."

The fast galloping horse very quickly rushed up the mountain. A sturdy figure gently jumped down from the horse's back and walked in front of Yu Chen with big steps. He laughed out loud and said, "Brother! Fortunately, I did not fail my mission, and I have investigated thoroughly. "

At this time, Yu Chen's left hand was holding onto the sword, and the right hand behind his back suddenly clenched tightly.

Yu Chen was excited: "Alright, alright, it's cold outside, let's talk inside." As he spoke, he turned and entered the pavilion.

When Long Tengyue saw the happy look on Yue Feng's face, he reached out and caressed Yue Feng's hair, saying: "Aiya, Uncle Long didn't bring any gift to you today. You're already seventeen or eighteen years old, don't be like a little kid anymore." As he said that, he pulled Yue Feng into the pavilion.

Yue Feng smiled as he walked: "Uncle Long, you've come. Feng'er is already very happy."

At this moment, Uncle Fu and Aunt Lan had awoken. The pavilion had already brewed tea, and the fragrance of the tea was everywhere, causing people to wake up from their stupor.

Yu Chen took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and indicated for Long Tengyue to sit down on the opposite side. Then, he said: "Feng'er, you go back to your room first.

Yue Feng could only obediently return to his room.

Seeing Yue Feng walk away, Long Tengyue's face suddenly became solemn.

Yu Chen raised his eyebrow and asked: "How is it?"

Long Tengyue said seriously: "The rumors about the ancient cave are indeed true."

Yu Chen's hands did not stop moving as he slowly poured Long Tengyue a cup of tea.

Long Tengyue nodded his head, "It is absolutely true." Yu Chen slowly drank the tea in his cup, sighed, and said: "The heavens! That madman from 200 years ago! That peerless sword technique, if, "Yu Chen's eyes suddenly shone a trace of light," If, I can obtain it, even if it is the Gate of Heaven —

"Excluding the White Spirit Island, the five major sects have already agreed to send their men to the Ancient Cave of the Crippling Heaven the day after tomorrow," Long Tengyue took a deep breath. "I understand your determination, but, if you really acquired the sword techniques left behind by Can Tian, you would probably become everyone's target." But if you insist on going, you must leave now. "

Yu Chen said proudly: "It's been so many years, perhaps this is the only chance, I don't want to give it up."

"Alright!" Long Tengyue suddenly stood up, "Then let's go!"

Yu Chen's eyes shone with a bright light, he turned around and shouted towards the stairs: "Brother Ah Fu, Sister Lan, I'll leave Feng'er in your care for these next few days." As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Master! Where are you going? "Why didn't you bring Feng Er with you?" Hearing that, Yue Feng immediately rushed out of the room, straight down the stairs, to the front of Yu Chen and Long Tengyue.

Yu Chen caressed Yue Feng's hair, showing his affection, and said with a smile: "Feng'er, this time, Master cannot bring you along. Be good, and wait for me in Bloodsword Pavilion." As he said that, he turned and strode out of Bloodsword Pavilion with Long Tengyue, mounted on his horse and galloped towards the south.

Yue Feng watched Yu Chen's figure leave from the door of the pavilion, but did not look back for a long time.

"Father, have a safe journey." Yue Feng said softly.

Every time, when Yu Chen didn't allow him to follow behind his, he would just stand here and foolishly watch Yu Chen leave. After that, he would pray for him and bless him.

A master for a day, a father for life.

Deep in Yue Feng's heart, he actually hoped that there would be a day when he could call Yu Chen father in public.

He had long since treated Yu Chen as his father.

"Feng, it's cold outside, come back quickly" Suddenly, a benevolent and kind voice came from behind him. Yue Feng felt his body warming up, it turned out that a fox fur coat was already draped over his body.

"Aunt Lan!" Yue Feng turned his head, and nodded gratefully to the woman, then looked in the direction that Yu Chen had left in, and walked in, and gently closed the door.

The two fast horses galloped south from the north, their hooves nailed with steel-like iron hooves. It was hard and heavy, and with every step they took, they would shatter the thick snow and thin ice on the ground. However, it was impossible for them to shatter the people's desire to win.

With desire, there would be strife.

No matter what kind of fights they had, they all looked the same on the surface, but their goals were both good and bad. Some people fought because they wanted to satisfy their selfish desires, but they would harm others. Some people fought because they wanted to pursue the glory of human nature and protect the beauty of this world.

Yu Chen was the latter.