The injury healed, re-draped the painted skin, and carefully converged the ruins of the Bone King, and Su Jing returned to the heavens and the earth.

The little blind man walked slowly, but without stopping, all the way south and out of the city gates. 'Jingjiao Temple', the ancestral hall of the ancestors is located in the south of Kyoto, 170 miles away from the capital.

After walking a few steps out of the city gate, the sound of horses' hooves sounded beside him, and a thin bamboo pole-like driver rode a horse and passed by the little blind man. Suddenly, the knight immediately let out a 'huh' in his mouth, turned his head back and blocked the way, with a little smile in his voice: "Hello, little blind man." ”

Su Jing didn't recognize this person.

The little blind man clenched his cane again, a little confused and a little scared, and tilted his head sideways: "Are you?"

The rider laughed and said, "My father doesn't have to pay for it!" and turned his horse's head and went into the city.

A while ago, when he was still in Qiujiang, there was a hunter who killed officials and said to the little blind man that everyone was surprised in the same five words, and the three corpses blurted out: "Ye Fei?"

The thin bamboo pole-like rider came to the city gate, and the first few checks were easily passed, but when it came to the 'ghost drop blood test reincarnation', the thin bamboo pole frowned - the last time he entered the capital was at night, relying on the sword escape technique to sneak in, this time he came during the day, he was too lazy to use the sword to cast spells, and wanted to swagger through the gate.

But the ghost is poor, and he can't get past it.

The ghost waited for a while with a long needle in his hand, and the 'thin bamboo pole' in front of the meeting frowned and did not stretch out his hand, and said coldly: "What, don't you dare to reach out?

Draw the long sword, tear the painted skin, and the thin bamboo pole will turn back into a scarface Tsing Yi man.

Ten swords surrounded. Ye Fei kills! Blood splattered in the cave of the city gate! Regardless of whether he is a soldier guarding the gate or an innocent passerby, Ye Fei has no taboos when he uses his sword, and he will kill anyone he encounters!

This was repaid, an arrow was loud, soldiers and horses from all directions galloped to help, and there was also a major repair guard at the city gate, so as to immediately move the law to snipe and kill this person.

In the midst of the strange light blooming spells, a series of sharp swords suddenly roared, Ye Fei raised his sword, and a hundred swords surrounded each other to maintain his side. And then Ye Fei moved. He didn't retreat, but rushed into the city, and the sword pointed in the direction of the palace.

Ye Fei rushed into the city, surrounded by the cultivators. Fight and fight! Another soldier bravely obeyed the general's orders. The gates were closed. I hope to catch turtles in the urn.

In the cave sky, Lei Dongtianzun gasped: "Hey, this Ye Fei, isn't it crazy?"

The last time he entered the palace and attempted to assassinate, he withdrew in time. It's only been half a month since he made a comeback, and this time he simply started from the city gate and went inside?

To have such a fierce traitor, I don't know if the Lishan Sword Sect will feel honored.

Don't listen to Su Jing: "Do you want to follow up and take a look?" The city gate is closed, but where can Su Jing be stopped.

Before Su Jing could speak, a sudden rumbling explosion rushed to the sky, the earth and stones were shattered and dusty, and the solid city wall built with heavy boulders and refined by secret methods was broken a big hole from the inside out.

Ye Fei, whose body was spinning sharply and his body was covered with sword light, rushed out again, and there was still a large group of pilots who were in a hurry to besiege him.

Ye Fei's face was expressionless, his eyes were full of anger, he didn't stop after breaking the city, and rushed forward with his sword group, and the people around him were constantly killed, screaming mixed with the roar of spells, and the blood was infected in the treasure light.

Urging a hundred swords, Ye Fei moved forward while fighting, leaving a thick bloody road behind him!

Moving forward to a thousand zhang away, I saw Ye Fei suddenly raise his hand and break a long sword in front of him, and in the next moment, a hundred swords shook violently and all shattered! The silver light was blazing, blooming with the broken sword, and shooting nearly a hundred people, and when the broken sword scattered and the silver light dissipated, Ye Fei had already disappeared.

Almost at the same time as Ye Fei disappeared, an old man with a red hat, a black robe, and a withered and cracked body like tree bark descended from the sky. Only half a step away, the fierce god came half a step late

In the cave, the three corpses were shocked and laughed: "Run?

Ye Fei ran away. He is not afraid of death, but he is not afraid of death, and he will not run if he does not wait.

A hundred swords collapsed, killing the yuan and injuring the body. It was three days before he woke up, and he was at the bottom of the lake, and a few crooked conch snails had already burrowed into his clothes.

Ye Fei didn't know where he was, and he fainted in an instant when he launched his sword, and the escape method would take him to the sky for three thousand miles, and he would fall in the thinnest place of Lingyuan. If the spirit element is thin, there will be fewer cultivators, and if there are fewer cultivators, there will be fewer enemies. opened his eyes and looked around, closed his eyes and checked his body, the injury was even more serious, and then carefully recalled the situation before escaping Suddenly, Ye Fei smiled, it was not worth escaping, he just felt happy and interesting:

It's fun to hit the past, kill the pigs, and then say go.

And then I saw the half-human, half-corpse red hat rider again.

It's not afraid to escape in time, Ye Fei really wants to fight a red hat to control people, but unfortunately he has to go, being too seriously injured is one thing, and more importantly, his sword is about to run out. There are only one hundred and seven swords left, which is not enough. Then use a hundred swords to fly, and there are seven swords of zuihou.

Seven swords, enough for anything!

Ye Fei stretched his waist at the bottom of the lake and floated towards the lake. When he got to the surface of the water, he saw a fishing boat on the lake, he got on the boat, he drew his sword, and when the fishing boat returned to shore, Ye Fei became a fisherman covered in rust and dark skin.

The fisherman came ashore, looked left and right, and muttered, "You must forge a sword." As he spoke, he discerned the next direction, and the fisherman walked in the direction of Qiujiang.

Qiujiang is not only rich in vegetables, fruits, grains and rice, but also hides countless mineral veins large and small in the underground and mountains, and if you want to cast a sword, you must have raw iron. The dignified Middle-earth Evil Lords are going to open a mine. But then again, who said evil lords can't open mines

Seven months later, Baijiazhuang, which is famous for its smelting skills in Qiujiang, was uprooted overnight, and 760 people were slaughtered, none of them lived, and Zhuangzi was also burned down by a fire, and the lost property could not be counted, but it was certain that the Bai family had been passed down from generation to generation, and the most famous 'refining furnace' was gone.

Three years later, in a remote mountain range in the northwest of Qiujiang, there was always a muffled sound of knocking, like a giant hammering the earth. This is a barren mountain range, uninhabited, and the nearest state capital is also 300 miles away, so there is no official government to inquire about this matter.

In another three years, this barren mountain inexplicably became hot, as if the ground was on fire, and the ridges were cracked one after another, and the birds and beasts in the mountain began to migrate in groups.

Another seven years have passed, and the mountains have not burned, but the originally lush mountains have become completely desolate and turned into a withered yellow.

In the desolate valley, a hundred-zhang high refining furnace towered, and the bright red fire in it rolled up and down, it was fire, but it looked more like pulp!

The furnace was too big, so it seemed that the man next to the furnace who was covered in rust was extremely small. The man didn't look at the fire, he looked up at the sky, and on the ground beside him, a newly forged long sword was placed, covering the entire valley.

These swords are of average color, and there is a shallow and shallow talisman inscription on the sword, adding some shallow spirituality. They are similar to the swords that Ye Fei brought from Middle Earth, barely enough, but since the furnace is opened, Ye Fei doesn't plan to just cast these ordinary goods, he plans to refine a few more good swords for himself.

After looking at the sky for a long time, he stood up, first took off his clothes, and then untied the painting skin, Ye Fei was naked, with a long sword in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, the long sword suddenly swung open, and with the sword momentum, Ye Fei flew up, and threw himself straight into the burning furnace!

When the person entered the furnace, the long sword in his hand was waved more urgently, and the fire slurry in the chamber was stirred by the long sword, and Ye Fei's free hand reached forward sharply, and grabbed a seven-inch long small sword from the fire slurry.

The little sword was like a fish, it was caught in his hand, shaking his head and tail and struggling desperately, it came from the fire slurry, and his body was so hot that Ye Fei couldn't grasp it at the sight. At this moment, Ye Fei jumped out of the furnace, and the hand holding the small sword waved vigorously, but he actually hurt himself:

The fiery little sword was pierced into his shoulder by the sugar man, and it was strange to say that the little sword, which was struggling desperately, immediately quieted down as soon as he drank Ye Fei's blood, stood quietly on his shoulder for a moment, and suddenly shook it lightly, and drilled directly into Ye Fei's body from the wound.

Ye Fei's eyes were closed tightly, his face was painful, his body trembled like sifting chaff, he couldn't hold it anymore after insisting on the tea kung fu, he fell to the ground with his head down, his limbs twitched for a moment, he didn't move anymore, and he died.

Nine days later, Ye Fei woke up, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a smile in his eyes: It's not dead, it's not bad.

His method of refining swords, there is really a possibility of death, the opportunity is twenty-eight open, and eighty percent of the life.

Twenty percent of the tragic death 'chance', just to forge a sword?

Ye Fei stood up, didn't stop long, got up and went to the crack next to the valley, where there was a raw iron concentrate for thirteen years, and the sword full of valleys was just 'Bai Rao', only this one in the body could be regarded as a look, but one was not enough, Ye Fei had to refine a few more.

It can't be helped, who made himself a sword cultivator. Ye Feiqiu's sword is 'broken', how can he break it? The simplest way is to swing on the edge of life and death!

Ye Fei had carefully calculated, and if he wanted to rebuild the basin of water, he had almost no chance. That basin of water is not only grinded by time, but also has several great chances. Now if you want to start all over again, almost 2,000 years, there is hope to build a pelvic floor.

But it doesn't matter, the water is in the basin, the basin is in the middle of the earth, waiting for himself to go back and get it, and now he is in another shijie, and he no longer has at least a sword.

He repairs the sword, he seeks to break it, and he is not afraid of death

Thirteen years, the Quartet of the world is peaceful, long live is very wise, the world is well organized, the world is said to be lucky, catch up with a generation of Ming Jun.

The earth is peaceful, the sky is fine, the Yuanling storm is as always, it breaks out from time to time, to adjust this shijie, and strive to make it more stable, but the storm has not appeared near the capital again.

For thirteen years, Su Jing did nothing, and in such a long time, he only did two things (to be continued......