When the sword energy and sword energy dissipated and everything returned to peace, everyone immediately looked up at the two people on the battlefield.

The Sword Saint and Xu Fangtong groaned and almost fell to the ground. After stabilizing their bodies, they sat up cross-legged at the same time, closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing, and recovered from their injuries.

The two of them tried their best and couldn't control them. At the same time, they were injured by the other party's strength. Xu Fang was really injured. He used his internal strength and could not even speak. The situation of the Sword Saint was not much better, or even worse. After all, he was old and almost lay on the ground, with a dull expression and a weak breath.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle the City Lord!"

Dugu Ming and Mingyue were confused when they were young, and because they were young, they were inevitably anxious because they were young, so they rushed up to check Xu Feng and the others' situation immediately.

Wushuang's grandma Mingjing shook her figure, blocking her way, and said, "Don't get close to them. They just tried their best and injured their internal organs on their backs. They are now using their energy to regulate their breathing. If you disturb them, they will be hurt even more!"

Dugu Ming and Mingyue immediately stopped their pace, and knew that they had almost gotten into trouble, so they stood there honestly waiting for Xu Fang and the others to recover.

After a cup of tea, the Sword Saint recovered first with the deep internal strength, slowly got up, and looked at Xu Fang with a complicated face.

Xu Fang took another cup of tea to adjust the chaotic inner breath. After opening his eyes, he sighed and said, "I lost. The Sword Saint is the Sword Saint, and I should be stronger."

The Sword Saint shook his head, "I just rely on how old I am to you, and my internal strength is deeper. In addition, I have richer experience than you, and you have more advantages than me. Your love for the sword intent is better than my Holy Spirit sword technique, and you are younger and stronger. This is a battle of life and death. Most of the people who die in the end are me. It is really the wave of the Yangtze River pushing the wave of the previous wave."

"Your Sword Saint doesn't have to underestimate yourself. Your skills and combat experience are also part of your strength. If you lose, you lose. And maybe you can go further and create twenty-three swords."

"It's not that easy, Sword Twenty-Two is already the limit!"

"That's not necessarily the case. Isn't the limit just used to break it?"

"this……"

Xu Fang had some things that were hard to say clearly. He had to rely on the Sword Saint to understand by himself, and he didn't say anything more. He looked down at the sword in his hand. At this time, there were gaps, which were completely useless.

This knife is already one of the rare treasures. Although it is not as good as those magical weapons, it is also used to collect materials from Wushuang City and ask the famous craftsmen of Tiexin Island to carefully create it. Unfortunately, they still cannot withstand the power of the love of the city.

"It seems that I have to find a way to get a stronger treasure sword. Which one of the magic weapon in Fengyun World is more suitable for me?"

Xu Fang and the Sword Saint have already gained a certain degree of self-protection. These are the results of seven years of hard work.

Thinking about his efforts over the past seven years, Xu Fang was filled with emotion. For seven years, he spent half an hour every day to comprehend the love of the city. He never relaxed for seven years, and finally realized it without any storm.

However, Xu Fang is unable to fully exert the power of the Love of the City. On the one hand, it is because of insufficient power. The attacks he emits needless to say that it exceeds the speed of light and cannot even reach the speed of sub-light. In addition, weapons are also an important reason. After all, the speed of full-strength attack is too fast. Ordinary weapons are basically powered by the power carried by high-speed movement.

Originally, Qingcheng Love is a sword technique, but for some reason, Xu Fang always felt that it was not easy to use the sword. He accidentally remembered that since Qingcheng Love was created by the legendary martial saint Guan Yu, and Guan Yu used the sword technique, can he change Qingcheng Love's back to the sword technique?

Xu Fang just made some attempts, but he didn't expect that he really succeeded. After mastering the Love of the City, he easily integrated into the sword technique. In the past seven years, because of using the Love of the City, there have been dozens of reports of damage. The sword that was damaged today has been with Xu Fang for the longest time.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

At this time, Dugu Ming walked over and asked with a concern.

The Sword Saint waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine, just take a break!"

Xu Fang looked at Dugu Ming and said angrily: "You unfilial son, you actually asked your uncle if you have anything to do. If you don't care about me, a father, it seems that you don't care enough for you. After you go back, let you taste my love iron fist. Our relationship needs to be maintained with fists!"

Dugu Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes. Why do I care about my uncle first? Don't you know the reason? You bastard, pretending that my father has bullied me for so many years, I still want me to care about you. Let's dream!

"Uncle City Lord, where are you injured? Does it hurt?"

Fortunately, a concerned female voice warmed Xu Fang's heart. She turned her head to look at her. Mingyue was looking at her with concern and her mood suddenly improved.

"Oh, Xiao Mingyue is still good to me, that unfilial son, alas, but then again, Xiao Mingyue is getting more and more beautiful as she grows. How about it? Do you want me to find a good man for you? Look at Dugu Ming, this kid? He is almost half handsome, and his martial arts are careless, but he is enough to protect you. As long as you nod, I will give this marriage today. It doesn't matter if you think it's troublesome. I tied him up and sent him to your bed today."

Everyone present is a black line. Is this human word? The mountain king is not like this, and it is unreasonable for you to steal a man by a group of women.

Dugu Ming looked at Mingyue with a nervous look on his face, really afraid that she would agree. Dugu Ming knew his fake father too well. If Mingyue nodded, his fake father would really be able to do it. He was really too unconscionable.

"Uncle City Lord, what are you talking about? I'm still young and don't want to get married!" Mingyue said shyly with a flushed face.

Although Mingyue and Xu Fang are already very familiar with each other, they still can't stand such explicit words. Seven years can change many people, including Mingyue. For the past seven years, Xu Fang has gone to the Ming family every day to comprehend the love of the city in the ancestral hall. He has seen Mingyue a lot, so he is naturally familiar and cannot be familiar with him anymore.

Xu Fang felt sorry for Mingyue, a miserable woman in the original plot, so he took special care of him and took some time to play with her from time to time. For Mingyue, Xu Fang was like a father, and seemed to be a big brother next door, and became a crucial role in his life.

"You are not marrying a man, but marrying your husband. At that time, you will make the decision at home and let Dugu Ming, a bastard, listen to you."

"Uncle City Lord, what are you talking nonsense? If you talk nonsense, I will ignore you!"

"Okay okay, since you don't like it, then forget it, alas, I'm just blaming this guy, Ming'er, isn't lucky!"

Dugu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard that he belittled himself so much, he felt a little uncomfortable and said with a cold look on his face: "I am not interested in women, women will only affect my sword drawing speed! That's what you taught me at the beginning?"

Xu Fang's face turned dark, "You little brat, I can't remember the other words. I remember these words very clearly, but I lied to you. You will understand the taste of a woman after you taste it."

"Hmph, I only have a sword in my heart, no women, no women in my heart, and I have experienced it myself, how could there be a falsehood?"

"I'm so angry!" Xu Fang held his forehead in pain, "Don't you marry a woman in your life? Wouldn't you let the Dugu clan be extinct?"

"When I stand at the peak of martial arts in the future, I will naturally consider cultivating descendants. It's too early to say this."

Xu Fang looked at Dugu Ming with a serious look, and was a little amused and cried. He felt that he had trained him a little too much. It turned out that Dugu Ming was a hungry ghost in the plot, but now he is not close to women. It's too big a difference, right?

"Well, if you want to reach the peak of martial arts, don't think about it. Maybe you won't reach it in your life. Wouldn't you have to find a wife for the rest of your life? Alas! Your big-sized training is useless, I have to find a way to get a small sect for practice."

After I go back, I prepare some aphrodisiacs and maybe I will use them at any time. I am so great that I am, for the sake of Wushuang City and the Dugu clan, and for the sake of Wushuang City and the Dugu clan, and sacrifice my own interests to achieve Wushuang City and Dugu clan!

Dugu Ming had a dark face, "Bastard, you have said your heart and warned you not to do anything randomly. Aphrodisiacs and other things must not be used on me."

"You heard it, why don't you just kill someone to silence me!" Xu Fang said as he showed murderous aura on his face, looking at Dugu Ming and the others.

Everyone looked at each other. The sword saint and Mingjing were expressionless and ignored Xu Fang's murderous aura. The other young people were indeed helpless, and no one spoke.

Over the years, Dugu Ming and the others have also had some experience in dealing with Xu Fang, that is, ignore him and never talk back to him, because if you talk back to him, you can basically not say that even if you say that the only one who is unlucky is himself, because he will directly use his fists to reason with you.
Chapter completed!