Zhijing's expression remained unchanged, but his heart lifted up like a huge stone.

He was confident in the ban, but still felt a little scared.

There is a big gentleman in the fairy mountain, endlessly smashing. Subconsciously, it makes people feel that nothing will not be smashed.

Yi Hanlan also thinks so.

In addition to closing his eyes and pranayama, the person on the chair swung his sword and smashed at the prohibition, each prohibition seemed to be crumbling, but every time it was after Nangong Han happened to be exhausted at this time, and so on and so on for half a month, Yi Hanlan finally discovered the seriousness of the matter.

Because she found that Nangong Han's damage to the ban seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, but the injuries she suffered were getting worse and worse every time.

So one night, when Nangong Han was still breathing, Yi Hanlan took his sword and slashed towards the earth house without hesitation.

Unlike the sound made by Nangong Han when he attacked Tsuchiya, Yi Hanlan's attack made a muffled sound.

The reason why it was muffled was because this attack had almost no impact on the ban, but Yi Hanlan, who had an excellent demeanor, bounced out with a "......bang" after this blow.

Yi Hanlan's pretty figure crossed the night sky and saw a beautiful arc, falling back to the place where she had just flown up.

Yi Hanlan looked at his cracked livelihood, and his heart had already turned over with monstrous waves.

He finally knew why Nangong Han needed daily pranayama, and even if it was daily pranayama, his body was getting worse and worse after all.

That's because the power of this ban is that every time it attacks, most of it will bounce back, and there is no way to avoid it.

Yi Hanlan lay on the ground weakly, looking at Nangong Han, who was still sitting on the chair and didn't open his eyes to look at him, his eyes were full of admiration and respect.

Sixteenth, Nangong Han woke up very late this time, it was already afternoon. He didn't draw his sword again to smash it, but walked to the edge of the prohibition, crouched on the ground, and carefully examined the prohibition.

Zhijing opened his eyes during the practice, the white line in his hand connected to Lin Ji's body gradually dimmed, and after Lin Ji who was lying in the dark groaned in pain, he still had no intention of waking up.

At this time, Lin Ji was really too thin compared to before, his eyes were deeply sunken, like a person who had been lacking sleep for a long time, although his delicate facial features could still be seen on his outline, but his pale face would definitely not be doubted if he put him into the ranks of beggars.

Zhijing sensed Nangong Han's abnormality, and he looked at the figure squatting on the ground along the gap in the wooden door.

About a cup of tea, Nangong Han suddenly stood up, and then pulled out the Xiuyuan Sword behind him.

Zhijing smiled, thinking that the same action was about to happen again. But Nangong Han's next action made him stunned.

The Xiuyuan Sword was not picked up, but was inserted into the soil of Putuo Temple by Nangong Han.

Is it a prying!!!

This method, which only farmers would use when farming, actually appeared in the top confrontation of the cultivation world.

No matter what the method, for Nangong Han, as long as he can break the formation and rescue Lin Ji, it is a good way.

The Xiuyuan Sword became a stick in Nangong Han's hands at this moment, and it was inserted into the soil under the prohibition.

A piercing grinding sound sounded with a "click...... and the broad blade of the sword easily penetrated the forbidden soil, and the not even sharp tip of the sword had penetrated the forbidden soil.

The light in Yi Hanlan's eyes flashed, but Zhijing trembled all over, but after a while, he regained his composure.

Because he knew that he was not the opponent of Nangong Han at his peak, but now that he was about to be exhausted, there was Mr. Xianshan, and he had enough confidence to defeat him.

The iron sword sank into the ground, and for the first time there was a situation of imminent collapse.

The broad iron sword was bent by the force of the great oppression.

"Ahh The corners of Nangong Han's mouth flowed red blood, more than that. The green tendons on the arms burst out, and the wanton spirit overturned the roofs of the old Putuo Temple halls, and even the wooden chair that had been sat by Nangong Han for several days turned into powder under the huge spirit agitation at this moment, and the sky and the earth changed color for a while, the sun and the moon were not bright, but there was only a golden indifferent light shivering on the earthen house, and it seemed that it would be shattered in the next moment.

At this time, Nangong Han's face was not the same as before, pale. Instead, it turned bright red, and the prohibition had revealed a finger-thick gap under his full strength, but if people didn't pass, they still needed to continue.

Nangong Han let out a long sigh of despair and let go of the hilt of his sword. He was close to running out of oil, and it was too difficult to continue.

Yi Hanlan's hopeful eyes returned to his previous disappointment, and he was even more desperate than before, because he knew that Mr. Big had really done his best this time. But after all, this prohibition was left by the people in front of Buddhism, and it has been passed down for thousands of years, absorbing the pure Buddhist essence of Putuo Mountain, and it is naturally a lot stronger. No matter how strong Nangong Han is, after all, he is not as strong as the old gentleman used to be, so it is obviously extremely impossible to open it with brute force.

Yi Hanlan walked to Nangong Han, who was trembling all over, and asked unrelentingly, "Big ...... Mr. Big, do we have any other solutions?" Yi Hanlan asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Yes. Nangong Han's mood seems to be much calmer than imagined, I don't know if it is the reason for cultivation, or Nangong Han's own composure, it seems that the failure to forcibly open the ban does not seem to have much impact on Nangong Han except for his body.

"What way?" Yi Hanlan asked, looking at Nangong Han with wide eyes.

Nangong Han didn't answer her question, but took a deep breath and wiped the blood that was still flowing from the corner of his mouth and said, "Wait here for me to come back." ”

In the quiet deep mountains and old forests, there is a simple Taoist temple, behind which there is a bright lake, and there are seven thatched huts on the lakeside, and the roofs are covered with straw like gold and jade.

A green shirt appeared on the lake, and a figure appeared on the lakeside.

There was a grass hut by the lake that had half collapsed, and golden straw was everywhere, and a dark red book could be faintly seen underneath, as well as some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Looking at this scene, the face of the visitor was slightly cold.

A middle-aged Taoist stood under a bluestone by the lake, with a whisk on his arm, his face was pale and solemn, until he saw the person who came, he became a little more relaxed, and said tiredly: "I've seen Mr. Big." ”

Nangong Han ignored him, looked at the half-collapsed grass house, and was silent.

There was a bang.

Someone had come out from under the grass, sticks of grass stuck to his hair and clothes, and blood stains remained on the corners of his lips, looking a little embarrassed.

Nangong Han looked at the people in the thatched pile and said, "Your disciple is not good at learning, my sword is crooked, please help me to cultivate." ”

After Nangong Han finished speaking, he threw the Xiuyuan sword, which had been crooked into a bow, to the person who had just come out of the thatched house.

The man shook his head reluctantly, but looking at Nangong Han's serious expression, he had no choice but to take the sword and walk towards the back of the grass house.

If Lin Ji appeared here at this time, he would definitely be surprised that even his jaw could fall out.

Because there was a huge melting furnace here that he couldn't even imagine.

His enormity was beyond anyone's guess of a sword-forging furnace.

Because this furnace is simply unimaginably big.

The furnace is as high as a grass hut, and in order to make the flame under the furnace high enough, eight horses are used to fan it and blow the wind.

This is simply an exaggeration.

How could there be such an exaggerated sword-forging platform in this world?

And the owner of this exaggerated sword-casting platform is rumored to have passed away in the world, but the fact is that the world's No. 1 swordsmith Tie Qi is hidden here.

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