Gao Fei rummaged between the ruins and the broken wall for a long time, and then found Nan Chaolai lying on his back, only to see that Nan Chao was covered in dust, his face was even more lifeless, his eyes were closed, the scarlet blood on his right arm was already mixed with dust and black, he reached out to touch Nan Chao's nostrils, but he couldn't feel a trace of breath,

This scared Gao Fei so much that his five bodies were trembling, thinking back to the past with his senior brother for many years, a wave of infinite sorrow came to his heart, his nose was sour, and tears were already falling.

The teeth in front of the door of this high flying door were smashed to the sparse by the hundred miles of male wind, and his face was full of beard, and he was even more embarrassed, this crying and mourning, the voice was more than a ghost crying wolf, he recalled that in his memory, this senior brother who was not a few years older than himself, although he was in the master's place, he was very proud, but this Southern Dynasty character was like a wood, and the long mouth didn't know what to do except for eating.

Several of their brothers and sisters are also five or six years old, and they have memories since they beat Gao Fei, that is, they live on the Nine Degrees Mountain, and in their hearts, they treat the tall and handsome Master Han as their own father.

This Gao Fei was still a bastard in open crotch pants back then, but he was older in the Southern Dynasty, but he had to hold this sunspot, and every time he wore clothes and pants, he had to pee on this Gao Fei, and these were all heard from Han Shen,

Gao Fei is even more lazy when he grows up, but he is very liked by Han Shen, this lazy disciple Gao Fei, although he has never spoken it, but in the eyes of the careful Southern Dynasty, he is naturally envious in his heart.

Now that I saw my senior brother punching and kicking life, lying on the ground like a dead corpse, and his face was even more gray and blue, how could Gao Fei not cry sadly,

Tears rolled down from his face on Nanchao's face, and after a while, it was already wet, and it flowed a lot into Nanchao's mouth.

Gao Fei thumped his chest in pain, and his voice was even more hoarse, like a male duck," Senior brother, you have never married a family in your forties, and our Demon Sect is not a monk temple on the Fahua Mountain, I think when the master was still alive, I wanted to help you find a good girl, but you always disagreed, now it's okay, people are killed, I will go to the rouge workshop to be happy, you are not the same, what is the difference between you and the ascetic monk, now it's okay, you go to the underworld to find the master, leaving Gao Fei alone is not miserable. ”

The salty tears flowed into his mouth, but this Nan Chao flickered, opened his eyes, looked at Gao Fei's face full of tears in front of him, the black hair on his head was even messy like a straw pile, and the upper incisors disappeared, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was, and it showed that this burly man was very happy, which made Nan Chao also frown on his face,

His throat was tight, his face was pale, and more than a dozen ribs in his chest were also broken by the hundred miles of male wind, if he hadn't carried a breath of true qi to protect his heart, the ribs were only broken but did not hurt his lungs, and he picked up a life.

Just now it seems that he had a big dream, he dreamed that he took Gao Fei back to the Jiudu Mountain together, or the stone wall house, the yard is still very spacious, and the ground is cleaned without a trace of dust, his master is sitting on the stone chair in the courtyard, and there are a few brothers standing in front of him, and he walked over silently, that Gao Fei is still the appearance of a young man, and he makes faces at himself from time to time, and the Shi Kai brother who has not dealt with him is also on the side,

The big guys are still young people, but his chest is collapsed, and his clothes are dripping with blood, and he is still a little afraid that the master will abuse a few words, but he woke up scared by the wolf howl, Nan Ke dreamed of nothing more than that,

He coughed suddenly, and a few streaks of blood poured out of his mouth, and he reached forward and muttered, "Cry, don't I still have a breath, get me a drink." ”

He was weak in speech, his face was like gold paper, lying on the ground, looking at Gao Fei in front of him, but there was a little love in his eyes,

Gao Fei looked down and saw that the Southern Dynasty had already woken up, his face was full of surprise and surprise, and he laughed, "Senior brother, I just made you of stone, how can you give that Zhao Shun a few punches and smash him to death, all the people in our Demon Sect are hard-fated goods, even if they are called to the king of Yama, they also want to give us good wine and good materials." ”

He hurriedly took out a pot of wine from his cuffs, this senior brother of the Southern Dynasty doesn't like to drink, this will just wake up but he wants to open his mouth to drink, that's good, his face is full of crying big cat-like appearance, the front teeth are even more sassy and leaky, so not funny, seeing that the senior brother is not dead, his heart is even more excited and happy,

He also handed over the elixir that Mrs. He gave him before, "Senior brother, this elixir was given by an old man, you eat it quickly, I just don't know what the name of this thing is, but it is very effective for internal injuries." ”

Nan Chao took the wine gourd, and he threw the pill into his mouth without looking at it, and swallowed it with a sip of spirits, but this sip of liquor was in his stomach, but he choked his mouth full of blood, but he still didn't care, and drank a big sip again,

The left hand touched the broken bones on the chest, and for a while, the bones were already continued together, and the sound of gabbling came, and it was very cruel, but his face did not change, he tore off the robe and tied it to his chest, and Gao Fei helped tie it firmly on the side.

This rib is broken, and it can only be raised, this Southern Dynasty can accurately grasp the position with his left hand, and the sharp pain makes him sweat profusely.

Gao Fei found a wooden board and helped to clip it on the right arm of the Southern Dynasty, this broken bone had just grown, but it was broken by the hundred miles of heroic wind, and the pain was incomprehensible to others.

Nan Chao poured another mouthful, but the whole body was surging hot at this time, and he already had a trace of strength, and opened his mouth to ask, "Sister Chang Ying, let's go and find it quickly, don't make that wicked man's hand worse, who is the old man in your mouth?"

He was thinking about Chang Ying in his heart, and Zhao Shun, who was now renamed Baili Xiongfeng, came to kill Chang Ying this time, ignoring why that person's martial arts cultivation was so terrifying now.

Chang Ying can't fall into that person's hands, several of them grew up together on the Jiudu Mountain, and when they were already young men, they came to the Song family brothers and sisters, although the Southern Dynasty didn't like Song Jinghong all these years, but for that Chang Ying, he was treated as a sister.

She is Chu Jingjue's mother, such a relationship, he is naturally desperate to protect it, only to blame himself for not being skilled enough in martial arts practice, but he made Zhao Shun so embarrassed with three fists and five feet.

Before Gao Fei spoke, there was already a sound of wind bursting from the courtyard,

"Gao Fei, help me over, even if I die, I will die in front of Chang Ying's sister, otherwise how to face the new Demon God King, how to face our master. ”

Nanchao helped Gao Fei to get up, and he was very anxious.

When the two of them came out of the collapsed house, they were stunned.

I saw that the two of them on the field were facing each other, and there were two cyan sword qi visible to the naked eye, but the cyan sword qi that was separated by a distance of more than a dozen steps was accurately inserted into Baili Xiongfeng's shoulder.

The old man on the field had a trace of purple aura circulating on his face, and his body was very different from ordinary people, like smoke, ethereal, and I don't know how that person did it.

The old man's back was a little blurry, but in the eyes of the Southern Dynasty, he was a little familiar, and muttered, "Mr. He, the head of the Sword Saint Sect, the benefactor of our Demon Sect!"

Between the words, he was already about to kneel on the ground, to support Gao Fei, but he couldn't move, his chest rose and fell slightly, blood flowed from his mouth, but his strength was insufficient, and the pain in his chest was incomparable, even breathing was very painful,

He sat down on Lin with his chest clutched, turned around and said to Gao Fei, "Go and pick up Chang Ying." ”

He naturally saw Chang Ying on the languishing ground, and took advantage of the hundred miles of majestic wind to maneuver with Mr. He and hurriedly told Gao Fei to save him.

Baili Xiongfeng had already smashed the sword qi of He Taifu out of the tendons with a few punches in his chest, and at this time he was already suffering a slight internal injury, and he was confident enough to be able to dodge the sword qi emitted from He Taifeng's hand.

However, within a circle of his body, it seemed that the qi was also locked, and the sword qi emanating from the old man with a somewhat ethereal body seemed to be able to cut off the qi around him.

The steps that had already been calculated to flip and move were still a little slower, and the sword qi shot into from his shoulders, directly piercing his body, and the cyan sword qi was only the thickness of a finger, but it could run out of a distance of more than ten steps in an instant, so He Tailuo was still standing in the distance, but this sword qi was extremely sharp, as if there was no distance limit,

Blood gushed out from his shoulders, and his hands no longer had the slightest strength, if he hadn't had the Void Martial Soul Protector, the trace of black mist circulating in the injured area would also be churning up and down.

It was as if boiling water was stirring, but the blood gushing out was floating in the air, and the beads of blood were stringed together, but they did not fall to the ground.

Originally, the sword qi was only the thickness of a finger, but it seemed to be thicker, and it wanted to tilt from his shoulders to his chest.

If it weren't for the quick eyes of his hands just now, and his body twisted in the air, those two sword qi would have been inserted straight into his heart and throat, which shows the ruthlessness of He Tai's idiot, and even more so that this inexplicable sword qi can actually break through his Void Martial Soul body, which is even more unfathomable.

He is naturally practicing swordsmanship, and he is practicing Guiyuan swordsmanship, if he is light sword, he is placed on the rivers and lakes, and his attainments in the way of the sword must be a master.

But he has practiced kendo for many years, and now he has seen the ability of this He Taifu, who was once known as the sword saint, and he can't help but admire it greatly in his heart, especially this empty-handed sword technique.

He Tai's two fingers stretched out in the air, but the sword qi that shot out from his fingers was like two long swords that could be infinitely extended and controlled at will.

In this world, the one who can compare with him in the way of the sword is just the junior sister in the Sword Saint Gate, and now no one can enter his He Tai's foolish eyes, but this is just a kendo craft, and now the enemy he is facing is a reckless man who cultivates the martial arts to be two realms higher than himself,

His current body can't be compared with more than ten years ago, and the body tortured by the rebellious curse has long been full of holes, and he had to fake his death from time to time for some time, or a quarter of an hour, or a whole day, and he woke up and was cold, as if he was really dead.

If it weren't for his own sword qi to protect his body, he would have been too crazy for the past few years, and he only didn't know how to really die.

He is too idiot to naturally care about his own life, as early as more than ten years ago, he may have to exhaust the good hands that the Qinglong Dynasty has gathered, but Song Tai can't be treated as an ordinary person, so he left his own rotten life, and he has accompanied Song Ci for many years, and he is just an ordinary master.

He practiced with martial arts, and was naturally a genius who was hard to find through the ages, and he had already touched the dried pine in his early thirties, and he was named the Sword Saint to the Qinglong Dynasty.

This martial artist is like a carp crossing the river, but it is rare to be able to give a dynasty a name on the martial road, since the reign of Emperor Yu Qing, this martial arts review has to be pinched in the palm of the hand of the Qinglong Dynasty.

The next luck is added to the body, it is for the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the evaluation of ordinary people's martial arts is naturally recognized by that way.

This Qinglong Dynasty is cautious in its treatment of martial arts, and now there is a yafu called the Martial Arts Division, but for so many years, it has only been sealed by such a sword saint, but I have never heard that there are such great sages in the world who can be awarded.

Even the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Master's Mansion can now be regarded as the authority of the upper and lower Dao systems, but it is only a purple gold crown and a real person, but it is not considered by the Martial Arts Division.

He Taizhi used to be the Sword Saint Gate of the Sect, and he had great honor back then, isn't it because He Tai Idiot carried the name of the Sword Saint on his shoulders, how glorious the Sword Saint Gate was in the past, but now it is just a dilapidated sect that is confined to those high mountains and cannot travel at will.

The old and young people on the mountain must not be nosy in their mouths, but they are scolding He Taifu for meddling in their hearts, but they have just drunk with Han Shen of the Demon Sect once, why is the dignified head of the house about to speak out to comment on the Demon Sect,

Moreover, that Demon Sect is to kill people completely, and what does it have to do with their Sword Saint Gate, that Han Shen proclaimed himself the Demon God Monarch, and the things he did were even more domineering and ruthless, although he was famous, and the work in his hands was indeed unruly, but no matter how he was, he was also an unruly person, that is, no matter how rebellious the martial arts cultivation was, he rebelled against the Qinglong Dynasty, so could there be good fruits to eat?

A He Taizhi who carries the name of the Sword Saint on his shoulder, actually wants to correct the name of Han Shen, what is it that is not looking for death, whether it is now, or in the rivers and lakes a hundred years later, how many people will dare to mention the name of Narao easily,

No matter how the martial arts are reversed, it is not the way of death, what is the practice of my generation of martial artists, for more than ten years, the martial artists in this world have long forgotten what they are seeking on the road of cultivation.

He Taizhi, who was pressed to the ground by the Qinglong Dynasty more than ten years ago, a generation of sword saints, did not fall, and it was not much different from being knocked into the dust.

How many pairs of eyes stared, and even made a lot of jokes for the books in the teahouse, just the generation of sword saints who were once out of the dust beat people like dead dogs, which could make the audience applaud,

There are many people in the world who fall into the well, but there are very few who send charcoal in the snow.

The breath of true qi that He Tai was holding in his mouth gradually melted away, and he originally used the great magic power in the Sword Saint Gate, a move called Purple Qi from the East, to forcibly raise his own cultivation to a triple cultivation.

This was originally a law that violated the norm, and now he is no longer the self who could disconnect the Canglan River with a wave of his hand many years ago.

The cyan sword qi on those two fingers gradually faded, and he calculated in his heart that the time of a stick of incense was already the limit, and as time gradually faded, his body became even more blurred. 166 Reading Network