Dajiang, capital, in the backyard of a wooden house.

Chen Fei stood with his hands behind his back, and four fierce and fierce men in the world lined up in front of him, looking carefully at Chen Fei with a serious expression. These four people were the best martial arts among the more than 30 heroes in the world. Among them were the flying bat Huang Saner, who looked hawkish, and also the swordsman who slashed Kunshan with a knife, a man who was skilled in Hunyuan hard qigong. In addition, the great sun swordsman Ling Zhengyang, who was defeated by Chen Fei with one blow, was also among them.

"The four of you are the most skilled in martial arts among these heroes in the world. Since you are willing to come here to take revenge, then we, who are the most skilled, naturally have to undertake the most important task. You will not have any opinions than you."

"That's natural. Since we have this ability, can't we let those young people in the world rush in front of us? I can't do such a bastard!" As soon as Chen Fei's words fell, Feitian Bat responded loudly, and his expression was pleasing to the air and a little complacent. Obviously, these words were not just a disobedient statement taken by Chen Fei's sword power. Beside him, Ling Zhengyang and others nodded slightly with approval.

With their martial arts skills at this time, they are also considered a great hero in the secular martial arts world outside. Many of these more than 30 are even their juniors. If you count other things, it must be the old guys who will fight for the knife at night. Otherwise, if it is spread, the heroic reputation they have accumulated for half their lives will be ruined.

"However, I'm so bluntly saying that with the martial arts and sword skills of yours at this time, there is probably no difference between you and the guards of He Mansion! "But at this moment, Chen Fei's cold voice sounded in their ears. The faces of several heroes in the martial arts world froze. Then they quickly turned red as if they were greatly insulted. But before they could react, Chen Fei raised his right hand and stroked it on the hilt of the long steel sword hanging around his waist, and continued to speak on his own.

"In addition to the general servants in the He Mansion, there are 36 elite soldiers in the Tianji Camp, who are proficient in combat formations and well-trained. They are hung with black iron battle knives on their waists, crossbows on their left arm, and even broken arrows engraved with cultivator talismans! In addition..." After a pause, Chen Fei's eyes turned slightly and looked at the four heroes in the martial arts world. Except for Bi Yingfan who had known about these, the other three were pale at this time. The anger just now seemed to be blown out by a gust of cold wind, without any trace. Chen Fei's mouth slightly raised, and he said the coldest news in an extremely gentle voice.

"In addition, there is a sword cultivator who practices sword skills!"

Huang San'er felt a cold wind blowing from the depths of her heart, making his limbs and veins stiff. It was like this, not on the sunny earth but the underworld where a hundred ghosts were walking at night. She turned her head stiffly to look at her companion beside her. The rosy face of the Great Sun Swordsman Ling Zhengyang was as blue as if he had seen a ghost. The iron arhat who was practicing the hard skills of the Buddha Sect was trembling slightly. Her three eyes looked at each other, and the deepest part of her eyes were filled with fear and retreat.

Sword Cultivator! That's no longer a human being, right?

If the thirty-six Tianji Camp soldiers equipped with broken sword arrows made them fear, then the appearance of the sword cultivator could be said to have completely shattered all their fighting spirits. Death is not a threat to these Jianghu people with their foreheads on their crotch, but it has no effect. It is too frustrating to be chopped to death by people who are chopping melons and vegetables!

"Ahem, Brother Bi, you should have said that if you have an opponent of this level... Although I can use my sword for my brother, I can do it all over my head, but..." He reached out and wiped off a drop of sweat from his forehead, and said with a dry smile to Bi Yingfan, who was still as heavy as water on the side. He had already made up his mind that he had to withdraw from this operation even if he lost face this time. Sword Cultivator... He has no chance of winning at all. He can fight for his life, but he is really unable to accompany him when he dies!

But before he could say it completely, he was directly interrupted by a shrill sword roar. The translucent air blade roared like a night owl and broke through the air. It flew over his shoulder and slashed hard on the trunk behind him. The thick trunk that was enough for the two to embrace was directly penetrated in a sarcasm. The sunlight projected on the ground from the gap, forming a narrow and long spot of light.

Like a sword, with a forcing murderous intent.

The palms whirled slightly, and the sword sword buzzed and pointed at the ground. Chen Fei's voice rang slowly, filling their minds: "Don't worry, I will handle the sword cultivators myself. You only need to attract the attention of the thirty-six Tianji Camp warriors."

"But with your strength at this time, such a task is still a bit heavy. Therefore, I will teach you four sword moves here. Use it separately to turn 50% of your internal energy into sword energy and pour out instantly. After that, the true energy expands. You can still retain 90% of your strength for half an hour. If you perform sword techniques according to the positions of the four symbols, the sword energy can form a formation. Even the sword cultivator is careless and may be injured under this sword."

After saying that, he ignored the four heroes of the martial arts world with shocked expressions. The sword raised slightly, and said with a long voice: "The qi rises from the Dantian, enters the sea palace, passes the Shenting Court, reverses the Yin and Yang, divides the five qi, and returns to Taiyuan. The true qi is as vast as the Nine Heavens River falling from the ground, surging but cannot be stopped..." The long chant fell, the sword chants rose, and the sword light completely shone through this space, instantly completely occupying the vision of Huang San'er and the four of them. The four sides were covered with white, sharp and mad, making them feel frightened and unparalleled. At this moment, a sound that was light and peaceful was like a whisper of the immortals and gods, descending from the nine heavens...

"This is the head of the four swords, the Oriental Blue Dragon Sword Style - Exploding the Claw!"

......

The sunlight flowed, and the bright sunlight gradually became dim. Finally, even the weak ray of afterglow was completely swallowed by the night. The golden crow fell westward and the jade rabbit rose eastward. Under the expectation of more than 30 heroes from the wooden house, time gradually reached midnight. The young man sitting cross-legged in the main seat slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed through the depths of his pupils.

"Time is up, everyone, set out, remember your tasks and don't slack off!"

What answered him was the heart-warming sound of swords being unsheathed, and it sounded like a clang, making those bright eyes look like cold stars, and they were indescribable.

"yes!"

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