The sword intent once pierced through Wang Xianzhi's chest. It had not yet been unsheathed at this time and was quietly hovering beside Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian, who came with his sword, smiled and said, "Go one."

The peach wood sword is in harmony with the human being and slowly leaves the scabbard. It is extremely slow at first, and gradually casts like a rolling thunder, so that a long rainbow mist is wrapped in the sky, which can be clearly visible even if you are not familiar with martial arts.

The root of this sword is like the old servant who is nicknamed Jian Jiuhuang, who is missing front teeth, who practices few sword moves. Because he feels that he is clumsy, he is afraid that he will not be able to chew too much and walks slowly. He wanders leisurely around the world. It doesn’t matter where he goes, and he can make do with the scenery along the way.

Once the sword nine was released, the peach wood sword disappeared. Wang Xianzhi, who was high above, blinked his fingers several times in succession, which meant that the dragon-sighted acupoints in the Xuan Realm could not break the key qi that had traveled six thousand miles with a sword. Wang Xianzhi no longer had such a move, so he simply stopped his fingers, but he was not in a hurry to take them back. If the imperial examination scholar asked for a pen to solve the problem, he encountered a problem and was difficult to write. Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, a wisp of sword energy brushed his cheeks and cut off several snow-white hairs of the old man.

Wang Xianzhi still did not knock on his finger again, and continued to move. Then he took a step back gently, and a wisp of sword energy quickly passed through his chest, cutting off some scrim of linen debris.

After that, Wang Xianzhi always kept his fingers bent, but occasionally moved his footsteps, and he barely avoided the hidden sword energy that had no sharpness.

Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised. He once fought the Yellow Formation Map of the Second Mount at the Head of Emperor Wu. He was not unfamiliar with this sword. He pointed to Xuan Ba ​​Sword before, but he could not make him serious. The ninth sword did destroy his sleeve. Although it was only a sword of celestial phenomena, the celestial phenomena of the sword Jiuhuang were very new. The root of the ordinary master of celestial phenomena came from the beginning of a sage master, "In general, things would sing if they were not smooth." All things in the world, birds sing to welcome spring, thunder sounded shaking summer, and insects were sad about autumn winds, so scholars and officials often climbed up to speak out loud and made poems. The reason why swordsmen have been able to lead the way from generation to generation is that they can naturally use the sword in my hand to tell the unfair things to eliminate unfair things. Wang Xianzhi once said privately to Cao Changqing that it would be better to abandon the country and abandon the books and practice swords. He would definitely be able to become a saint early.

The ninth sword of Jian Jiuhuang clearly crossed the threshold of the celestial phenomena and did not reach the level of the sword immortal. It did not give people a little unfair and accumulating aura, but instead caught Wang Xianzhi off guard at that time. Logically speaking, a good old man with a gentle temperament could not make a good sword. This is the same as Wen Si's view of Shanxi's unfairness, and the sword technique is the same. The victory lies in the mysterious moves and the strange trends are revealed.

The sword now has such a strange temperament. After making a move, there was no grand sword force that covered the city wind. Instead, the sword was endlessly irritated, and the worldly atmosphere was full of dogs barking, chickens crowing, and fireworks. It was like a village neighbor quarreling, and it was hindering the affection, and it made people feel that it was only annoying.

This new sword is only slightly different from the old sword handed over by Jian Jiuhuang, because the latter is becoming more and more skillful and more skillful.

The immortal Ling Feng controls his sword, and the frost is cold for a night. This is used to describe the speed of the sword immortal. The peach wood sword suddenly came around Wang Xianzhi. I don’t know how many distances it has taken, hundreds of miles or thousands of miles?

Wang Xianzhi knew that he had wandered around him for three thousand miles without restraint! The farthest part was nine miles away, and he had passed by himself recently, and he was tirelessly going back and forth, either drawing an arc and escaping for more than ten feet, or flying in a straight line for three or four miles, without any rules and no trace to be found.

Wang Xianzhi was still waiting, still leaning down without blinking his fingers.

It was not until the seventh time that he lost a slight mistake with the Taomu Sword, and after a moment, he finally tapped his finger gently.

His fingers hit the air, but a very subtle sound of gold and stone collision suddenly sounded in front of Wang Xianzhi. The farther away from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound, and he rolled away.

Six miles away, the peach wood sword, which was made of ordinary material but caused great trouble to Wang Xianzhi, exploded in the air and turned into a ball of wood chips.

Xu Fengnian, who was carrying the sword, waved his hand, and the debris returned from a distance, condensed into a sword, and gently returned to the sheath. After returning to the sheath, it dissipated again.

The scabbard is the sword tomb.

Xu Fengnian inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand at her feet, obviously deciding not to use it anymore.

Lao Huang never talks about fancy truths. He can't say anything about peace of mind. He can only say one thing, an old man who leaves his hometown. Wherever he sleeps comfortably, he is home. The simple house next to the stable in Qingliangshan can make him sleep comfortably, that is his home. He lies in a pillow box, thinking about how many jars of old wine are placed under the bed, so he doesn't need to think about anything. Therefore, Lao Huang's sword is fearless when he is out of the sheath, and he has no regrets when he returns to the sheath. Therefore, the last time he travels to the world with his sword, and the sword returns to the sheath, he returns to the hometown.

Our swordsmen are not afraid of life and death, and they are willing to love the famous sword to break.

This Xu Feng, who only occupied one soul and two souls, said in a young voice: "After Sword Nine, it should be Sword Ten."

He stretched out his hand, put his fingers together, and gently wiped it. A long sword formed by the gathering of purple gold energy appeared under his fingers, shaped like the newly released sixth generation of Northern Liang sword.

The orthodox Taoist scriptures record that the living people have three souls and seven spirits, and the world is skeptical, but the Xu Fengnian, who has been withstood the pressure of Wang Xianzhi in the world, is extremely certain, because except for his fresh body, he only has one soul to "eliminate filth". The three souls and six spirits obtained by the other "three people" all dream of spring and autumn. Xu Fengnian squatted by the pit. When another himself emerged from nowhere, he did not watch the battle, but squatted down and breathed heavily to cleanse his body.

The turbid air in the body and Gao Shulu's body were originally pure bodies. Wang Xianzhi's skill is that he penetrated his filth and eliminated his filth at one glance. As the world turned over, he forced him to countless filth. Gao Shulu's majestic body could almost ignore ordinary injuries and healed at such a fast speed that it could make ordinary Vajra realms beyond the reach. Even if it was blown into the internal organs or even pierced the heart, it could survive for several hours contrary to the laws of heaven.

The squatting Xu Fengnian was surrounded by black air, and he focused on staring at the cracks on the edge of the big pit under his feet.

Seeing the smallest knowledge is obvious.

After Xu Fengnian became the sixth in the world, many outsiders began to study the martial arts process of the Xinliang King. Most of them were surprised by Xu Fengnian's stealing master. They didn't know how many small gullies he had recorded in the Dunhuang City of Beimang in order to appreciate the sword intent. They didn't know how much effort he had spent to grasp the entry of Master Liu Hao and Song Nianqing's staggering sword. And the peach wood sword, which can be called Wang Xiaoping's relics, returned to Lotus Peak. The peach wood sword that can be called Wang Xiaoping's relics, returned to Lotus Peak.

After the throne, it is not about indirectly imparting the sword intent, but about finding clues and exploring Wang Xianzhi's unique qi movement. Xuanyuan Qingfeng blocked the way, just to pay off his debts, cut off his mind, and unable to pass the level, everything is over. After passing the level, he can stand out in martial arts. However, the obstacles of Wudang Sword Madman and useless monk were not that simple. One person was asking for a sense of shame and the other was burning incense, but there was no doubt that both of them were trying to find flaws that might not exist at all.

In addition to the unexpected girl Hehe, it was Xu Yanbing's turn to temporarily block Wang Xianzhi's way.

He must have the will to die.

This man once laughed and said that if the Northern Liang army is killed, the Northern Liang army must be killed.

A joke is definitely not a joke.

Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, didn't bother to wipe off the blood on his face. In fact, the boots that had been squeezed by the world at that time, had been polished, and his feet were covered with blood and flesh. At that time, he tilted his head and shoulders, and his shoulders were also grinding bones. However, after being thrown to the ground by Wang Xianzhi, these injuries recovered as before at the speed of the naked eye. However, the broken clothes and bottomless boots on his shoulders proved that the situation was steep at that moment. Now, how many people could make him suffer this severely? In addition to Wang Xianzhi who had not yet put his all his strength into it, there were only the two Tuoba Bodhisattva Deng Taia who was determined to fight to the death! Xu Fengnian continued to stare at the cracks on the ground. Only when his eyes were really covered by blood, would he raise his arms and wipe away the rich blood flowing from his eyebrows.

Xu Fengnian, who was standing, held the hilt of the knife, looked down at the extraordinary Beiliang sword, and said to himself: "This knife should have been given to Zhao Huangchao."

He closed his eyes, took a big step, spread his right hand out a palm in front and his left hand holding a knife behind him.

The wind and clouds rise, and the yellow sand floats.

Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, finally stood up, as if he wanted to witness the "self" swing the knife with his own eyes, stretched out his finger and pressed it against the eyebrows. The blood was blocked and still oozed out from the gap between his fingers. On the face that was said by the old man in Beiliang was very similar to a princess, it was rippled down.

Cut out with one knife.

First, I heard the continuous thunder and then saw this sword energy tearing the sky apart with a line of force.

This is a sword that Xu Fengnian realized by himself. The move of the first half of the sword comes from the tide of Guangling River. Without seeing the tide at the beginning, the sound of the tide was already thunderous. Then he could see a white river crossing the river above the foggy river. The tide gradually rose, like a row of towering snow-capped mountains falling from Kunlun Mountain.

The second half of the sword emphasizes the spirit of the spirit. He traveled out of his body and saw with his own eyes the thrilling and tragic battle of the Western Wall. He beat the war drums in plain clothes and white, and how many people were wearing armor and horses?

After one after another, we have achieved such a sword that has never appeared in the world. Lao Huang would not name the sword, and Xu Fengnian had no time to name it.

This knife is like freehand ink splashing on paper, and the edge of the blade means heavy ink, sprinkling a huge arc.

Wang Xianzhi did not hide or avoid, and pressed the top of the Gangqi arc with both hands, and was led to the sky by the knife arc until it penetrated into the sky, and there was no sign at all.

At a higher point where Wang Xianzhi stopped her body, the Qi that was cut off from a gap did not dissipate in the nine heavens, but was like the Guangling River rushing past a line of tides, forming a more majestic tide in the old salt warehouse!

The tide poured down from the sky.

Since Wang Xianzhi smashed Xu Fengnian into the ground after murderous intent came out.

You must always respect each other.

Xu Fengnian, who had a knife, without waiting for Wang Xianzhi to break through the Gangqi waterfall, then he sprayed another Beiliang sword, which was simple and heavy, and was the first generation of the Xu family's battle knife.

Xu Xiao's troops went out of the two Liao dynasties and headed south.

Crossing the river south again and again, fighting to the death again and again, and killing for life again and again, showing jokes to outsiders, and being ridiculed as a mad dog who was willing to bite people desperately without giving away bones in Liyang.

Xu Xiao never spoke up to anyone, and never explained anything to his eldest son Xu Fengnian during his lifetime. Xu Fengnian only knew the answer during the ecstasy of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Xu Xiao has always been a storm crossing the river. He doesn't want to die, but he is not afraid of death.

Keep your mother's world pattern, keep your mother's emperors, generals, and keep your mother's chess board rules!

Holding the knife, Xu Feng took a step before Nian, with the tip of the knife facing upwards, pointing directly to Wang Xianzhi in the sky.

He said quietly: "Cross the river!"

A black rainbow hangs upside down on the ground.

Wang Xianzhi, who was fighting against the fallen waterfall, was hit in the chest by this knife. The two Xu Fengnians standing on the ground could see the black dot slowly pressed down by the waterfall, and then the next knife violently hit the dome that could not be seen from a distance.

Xu Fengnian, who had traveled through the black and white spring and autumn, sighed and said softly: "It's hard."

Xu Fengnian nodded, but soon smiled and said, "But now, the old man dares to just exert seven or eight points of his strength."

Just as this sentence was finished, a pillar of light fell from the sky, and the earth shook accordingly.

Wang Xianzhi is like a god in the heavenly court, walking out of the heavenly gate and descending to the world!

A fist-sized wound appeared on the heart of the old man in Mai. Even though the body of this man in the world was not inferior to Gao Shulu, who was at the peak for four hundred years, there was still no sign of healing. There were buds in his flesh, and the scene was strange and suddenly arose and die.

What's even more mysterious is that after Wang Xianzhi was knocked into the sky, he actually pulled down a lightning that was as long as a spear.

Wang Xianzhi, who had severely damaged shoulders, looked cold and asked, "That's the only skill?"

Who in the world can match this martial man who is probably above the heavens?

How can we talk about winning and killing?

What's more, Xu Fengnian probably couldn't wait for the last soul and spirit that had not returned from afar.
Chapter completed!