On the battlefield, Nan Jianxi and Ku Wubo Leng Feng faced each other.

Although Nan Jianxi is the ninefold realm of the Yuanying Realm, since he followed Ji Yuqi, Ku Wubo has also obtained the technique of pulling seedlings, and in just a few days, he has improved his cultivation from the first level of the Yuanying Realm to the sixth level of the Yuanying Realm, and the distance between the two is only three small realms at this time.

Ku Wubo put Quan Lingfeng on his shoulder, and couldn't help but play with the taste: "Old fellow, you really want to put the lives of the two boys of the Zhao family on the line?

Nan Jianxi didn't want to talk nonsense, so he raised his sword and attacked.

Seeing that Nan Jianxi was so stubborn, he didn't need to say more, he also jumped out, wanting to suppress him with a stick.

As soon as the two sides fought each other, the knife and the stick were obviously two completely different attack and killing weapons, one was heavy and skillful, and the palm flew like a shocking reappearance, and the other opened and closed, like a dragon that turned over the river, covering the sea and rolling waves, but at this time it was reversed.

I saw that the Hanyin Sword in Nan Jianxi's hand was as soft as a dark blue feather, but it was swift and sharp, and it was even more incomparable with male power, and the move went straight to the withered death hole.

Gradually, Withering Wubo was a little weak, as if he was the one who was slammed by the enemy with a short sword in his hand.

At this time, Nan Jianxi didn't look like a person who had just been seriously injured, but like a war machine that became more and more brave the more he fought, and the source of power was the sword named Hanyin in his hand.

However, Mo Bufan, who was quiet outside the battlefield, felt a trace of an unusual atmosphere.

"No! How come Nan Jianxi's tricks have never been seen? Could it be that he has been hiding for thousands of years?"

Mo Bufan knew that although Nan Jianxi was the teacher of the Ordinary Gang, he never had the slightest doubt about his natural strength. I thought that after a hundred years of understanding, I was already completely aware of Nan Jianxi's strength, but I didn't expect that there was still a hidden meaning, and it was only revealed today.

At this time, a trace of fierceness flashed in Nan Jianxi's heart, and above the blade of the Hanyin Sword in his hand, there were suddenly ripples, like a misty drizzle falling on the surface of the pond, making people feel a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

However, there was a hairy feeling in Ku Wubo's heart, as if he was being choked by death.

Mo Bufan saw the doorway and shouted: "Be careful!

Although the words came out, people didn't have time to react, and only their eyes were full of astonishment.

I saw that the moment Nan Jianxi swung his sword, it was like being in a violent storm at night, and the rain that should have been condensed was turned into a series of fierce sword shapes, coming to him all over the world.

Stunned, he froze his consciousness as if it were frozen.

At the critical moment, Mo Bufan grabbed a black chess piece out of thin air in his hand, threw it out with one palm, and turned into a black barrier in front of the withered Wubo to block the attack for him.

However, before Nam Jianxi's attack, this move was like a soaked piece of thin rice paper.

Countless sword intents struck in front of the black barrier, and they only stopped for a moment before they were already defeated.

"Puff puff ......"

Countless muffled sounds into the flesh came from the withered limbs, like long fangs piercing through the skin of the prey, causing the listener to have an illusion of empathy.

The killing move ended, and Ku Wubo fell in a pool of blood, and his limbs had been beaten into a pile of residual flesh, obviously Nan Jianxi deliberately avoided the place where he died.

Nan Jianxi took a step forward, the cold hidden sword in his hand was half-dead, and said coldly: "This move is the sword intent of the rain that the old man comprehended, and it has not been used for thousands of years, and you are not wronged if you can defeat this move." I advise you to immediately dismiss the slave jade and hand over the Zhao family brothers, otherwise, this is just the beginning of pain!"

Ku Wubo laughed loudly when he heard this, and did not stop until he choked on the blood in his throat, and after coughing violently twice, he said with a smile on his face: "Torture me? Okay! Come on! Let me feel the scorching temperature of life! What is the difference between being born without reaching the peak, living and being a ghost! Come on!"

As he spoke, he had become insane, and his eyes had even glowed with a faint red light, and when he talked about passion, he would even twist the rotten flesh on his limbs.

Even Nan Jianxi couldn't bear to look at him, so he had to step forward and take him away.

Not far away, however, is a phrase:

"Have I allowed you to take it away?"

The master of the words is none other than Mo Bufan.

Nan Jianxi stopped grabbing his withered hand, straightened his waist to look at Mo Bufan, and said lightly: "Mo Bufan, in the academy, although you never make a move, you are recognized as the number one strength among students, even our teachers can't get a glimpse of your realm, it's really a bit incredible." Listening to Pang Wenxuan and Jing Ming's words, your body has always been injured, so you have always been sick, could it be that you have been pretending?"

Mo Bufan shook his head: "No, don't hide it from the teacher, Bufan's body is indeed in a dangerous state all the time." ”

"Teacher, interesting! I didn't expect you to be willing to say that. ”

Mo Bufan suddenly smiled lightly: "This is nature, a teacher for a day, a student for a lifetime, Bufan has been taught by a teacher, and now even if it is a knife confrontation, he will not forget." Then he changed his words: "But even so, it is inevitable that there will be a war." ”

Nan Jianxi's eyes narrowed slightly: "Listen to you, it seems that you are very confident in this battle!"

"That's nature, let's get started. Mo Bufan took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes: "Bufan once overheard that the teacher created his own "Eighteen Orders for Cold Rain", and I look forward to enjoying it today, please!"

"Please!"

As soon as the words fell, Nan Jianxi held the Han Yin Sword in his hand, broke through the air, and a sword fell like the Milky Way sky, directly slashing Mo Bufan Heavenly Spirit, which was the first type of the Eighteen Orders of Cold Rain:

Silver rain locks the river!

But Mo Bufan stood still, there was no trace of waves in his eyes, only extreme calmness, just like Mount Tai collapsed in front, and his face did not change, and his hands behind his back kept pinching something.

Seeing the incomparably powerful sword attacking, if it fell, it would be a game of two halves of a corpse.

Just when Nan Jianxi's sword was only two fists away from Mo Bufan Heavenly Spirit, two black and white inexplicable things flew out of thin air, and they repelled Nan Jianxi with a combined blow.

Nan Jianxi settled down and found that it was the black and white chess pieces that blocked his attack just now, just like two cheerful elves surrounded by Mo Bufan.

Only then did Nan Jianxi understand that Mo Bufan had been deliberately hiding his strength in the Shengzhen Academy, maybe his body was just a disguise.

Mo Bufan seemed to see what Nan Jianxi was thinking, glanced at the two black and white chess pieces beside him, and said lightly: "Teacher, you are wrong, my body does have irreversible injuries. However, your strength also surprised me, and the Eighteen Orders of Cold Rain actually cut Yan Ming Qi away, which was really a bit surprising to me. ”

Nan Jianxi didn't speak, he knew very well the power of his Cold Rain Eighteen Orders, even if he wanted to be better than some heaven-level martial arts. However, the so-called Yanming chess around Mo Bufan can be resisted, obviously in addition to the tenacity of the weapon itself, the realm of the monk is also very deep.

Mo Bufan saw that Nan Jianxi was silent, but he took a few steps forward slightly, took out a seven-grade spirit pill and stuffed it into Ku Wubo's mouth, and sent it out of the battlefield again, allowing the soldiers to send it back to the Silent Autumn River.

After doing everything, Mo Bufan said quietly: "Although the teacher often says: students must eventually pass the teacher, and the German character is more advanced, but the extraordinary still has to say, teacher, you are too weak!"

When Nan Jianxi heard this, he sneered: "You don't have to underestimate the elderly, although the increase in age will reduce your physical strength, but in exchange for knowledge and skills." Compared to the mortal realm, this principle is the most important in the cultivation realm. ”

As soon as the words fell, a burst of aura suddenly boiled on the Hanyin Sword in Nan Jianxi's hand, and continuous water droplets splashed out, obviously it was a water genus, and it did transmit a scorching power.

As Nan Jianxi's most proud martial art, the Eighteen Orders of Cold Rain were realized by sitting alone for three years in the rain in the western wind and rain valley of Zhongshenzhou, and this martial art was also practiced based on the sword intent of the rain.

In the past three years, the rain in the valley of wind and rain has become small, small and small, continuous and large, and the cycle has been repeated, and the cycle has not stopped for a moment.

In the meantime, Nan Jianxi has seen the flowers and rain fighting, appreciating the flowers and rain, and tasting the flowers growing with the rain.

If the rain is affectionate, it must be sorrowful.

Sorry for the nourishment of all things but difficult to pull out the sky, complain about yourself, complain about the rivers that flood for hundreds of miles and slaughter and drown the living beings, and complain about the fact that it is difficult to drop rain at the right time until the living beings are thirsty......

In three years, Nan Jianxi did rain for three years, he understood the rain, and the rain gave him a song with only eighteen beats. Nan Jianxi integrated the eighteen beats and practiced four moves, and since then, there has been "Eighteen Orders of Cold Rain" in the world.

Now it's the second trick that is being used.

"Boiling rain orchid embers in the green season!"

With a swing of the sword, he was shocked to see that the ground within a radius of three miles was constantly shaking, like a precursor to the collapse of mountains and seas.

Mo Bufan frowned slightly, and the deduction technique in his hand was a little faster.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly shouted: "Oh no!

As soon as the words fell, countless water columns gushed out from the ground, shooting out hundreds of thick water columns, and in just a few breaths, the surrounding area had already turned into a huge ocean.

Countless soldiers were drowned by the male power water column, and the surviving soldiers were shocked on the spot: Is this really the strength that the Yuanying Realm should have?

At this time, Mo Bufan's sword blade reached Mo Bufan, and hundreds of water dragons roared violently and killed the master.

Mo Bufan's brows were almost condensed, he never thought that Nan Jianxi would have such a powerful strength, and the pressure generated by a single sword would force such a majestic underground river to the ground, forming a boundless ocean, which was really incredible.

But now there is no time to let yourself sigh, hundreds of water dragons have already attacked, and I can't help but feel a little lax.