There are too many forks in the stone road behind the Sword Forest Hall, if it weren't for the direction I saw Ah Cai walking before, I really couldn't find it.

Rao is like this, Le Huan is still lost, she walked to the Pivot Mountain, Ah Cai is indeed the guest room here, but Le Huan walked to the residence of the Sword Forest disciple on the Pivot Mountain, avoiding the guest room where Ah Cai and Le Yisheng were.

There is a large brick house in front of Le Huan, the beams are wood, these dozens of houses of all sizes form a place similar to a village, Le Huan is in a hurry, she knows that she has gone wrong, this is obviously not a guest house.

Just go back and continue looking.

"Eh, young lady!"

A boy's voice called out to her in the room behind her.

Le Huan turned around, and out of the largest room in the village came a young man about sixteen years old, wearing a white shirt, casual shorts and a pair of white canvas shoes, looking youthful and sunny.

The boy had a wanton smile on his face, cute and slightly immature.

His eyes were bright but gave Le Huan an indescribable strange feeling, as if this look didn't look like a look that only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old could have.

Le Huan looked at this young man strangely, didn't he say that everyone went to the banquet, so who is he?

She asked silently.

The young man smiled shyly and walked straight to Le Huan to stand still.

"Little sister, you are so good-looking, what is your name?" the young man's face turned red.

Damn, this kid is talking, this hookup is too direct...... I don't learn well at a young age.

Le Huan was sure in his heart that this young man was a little pervert who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, otherwise he didn't even go to today's banquet, he must have been greedy for fun.

She replied bluntly: "Who are you? As soon as you came up, you wanted my name, praised me for my good looks, what kind of courtesy?"

The young man lowered his head, and his eyes looked weird and crazy where Le Huan couldn't see.

The abrupt appearance of this young man made Le Huan suddenly feel a little cold around him.

The young man raised his head and looked directly at Le Huan: "Little sister, you must remember, my name is Xia, Nian, Hua!"

When the boy said his name, his voice was incredibly loud, like a thunderbolt.

Le Huan was sure that even the people in the main hall could hear it.

This sound was so loud that Le Huan couldn't imagine that a person's voice could be so loud, but she did see it, she felt that her head was going to be pierced by this sound, her whole body was in pain, she was dizzy, her eardrums were torn painfully, and blood flowed out.

She squatted down with her ears covered, looking extremely delicate.

Xia Nianhua bent his fingers and walked past her, with an arrogant smile on his face, with an extraordinary evil aura.

It was only a moment before a person appeared on the stone road behind Le Huan.

An old man with gray hair and drooping old age.

The old man was leaning on crutches, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked straight at Xia Nianhua.

The white hair on his head was tied up, and he wore a hairband and hairpin like an ancient civil official, and his wrinkled face trembled slightly.

He straightened up with his crutches and raised his crutches to point at Xia Nianhua.

Le Huan had fallen to the ground in pain, her eyes and ears were bleeding, she couldn't open her eyes, she couldn't see clearly, she didn't know what was going on, she only felt that she was in danger, she felt that her body was going to die of pain, she thought of her brother.

Where is my brother, why didn't he come to protect me?

Xia Nianhua ignored Le Huan, who fell to the ground and curled up, approached the old man step by step, and laughed.

"Old man, what about You Yingying! I can tell you, if you don't hand it over, this king will go on a killing spree! Don't think that You Yingying is in your hands and I will let you go. ”

The old man who came was the original old man who was in retreat and recuperating - the original Indian.

The old man pointed to Xia Nianhua, and the crutches he pointed to were vigorous and steady.

"Xia Nianhua, you are also a member of the human cultivators, why do you want to be in the company of an evil demon?"

Le Huan's eardrum was torn, and he only heard bursts of chaotic sounds, his brain was in chaos, and he couldn't hear the two confrontations clearly.

Xia Nianhua's figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared in front of the old man Yuan, hit the old man in the abdomen with a palm, and directly knocked him to the ground.

Xia Nianhua smiled evilly: "What kind of decency are you pretending to be in front of me? Ah? It's very good, isn't it?

The old man was already injured, and his strength had not recovered, although the age of the cultivation world was not a very important strength factor, but his body was indeed aging, and he couldn't bear this punch at all.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, which was sprinkled on the ground and stained the white stone steps.

At this time, the Sword Forest disciples of the main hall finally arrived.

Eight people appeared together at the bottom of the stone steps.

Yuan Zhennan was the first to see the old man who fell to the ground, and his heart panicked, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man Yuan: "Father!"

The other seven people, including Yuan Yicheng, also came to the old man's side, forming a circle to protect the old man.

Yuan Zhennan fed the old man Yuan a big pill, looked back at Xia Nianhua, his face was ugly, and he glared at him angrily.

Xia Nianhua rolled his eyes indifferently, he yawned as if he was sleepy and said: "I said that your sword forest should also be disbanded, there is no one who can fight, come on, give you a chance, and the eight of you will go together." ”

"Ahhh......h

Yuan Zhennan shouted angrily in a low voice: "Are you looking for death? We are not opponents, what kind of limelight are you going to make?!"

Yuan Yicheng angrily thrust his sword into the ground, no longer impulsive.

Everyone present seemed to have forgotten the joy of still falling in front of the brick house.

Le Huan kept curled up, covering his ears and couldn't get up, Chu Chu was pitiful.

Yuan Zhennan and the two old men of the Sword Forest glanced at each other and suddenly left.

One of the old men of the Sword Forest galloped out, pulled out the soft sword on his back, and stabbed at Xia Nianhua from above.

Another old man also drew his sword and stabbed Xia Nianhua's legs, the angle was tricky, and the force was fierce.

Yuan Zhennan pulled a sword flower and directly slashed out a huge sword qi towards him.

Yuan Zhennan suddenly turned around and yelled at Yuan Yicheng: "Don't go and save Huanhuan yet!"

When Yuan Yicheng heard that he was moving, he kicked under his feet, stepped on the snow without a trace, and arrived at Le Huan's side like a ladder cloud, picked her up, clamped her around his waist and moved in the air a few times, and returned to the same place to put her down.

Le Huan only felt that she was being picked up by a strong and powerful arm, as if she was flying in the air, and she felt the surging air around her, but she fell to the ground in a few seconds.

As expected, the three of them were knocked away by Xia Nianhua's random punches and retreated straight back.

The remaining four middle-aged Sword Forest disciples also made a move.

Swing out the sword qi, pull out the sword flower and fight with Xia Nianhua.

I saw Xia Nianhua punch his left and right kick, striking an afterimage, and knocking the four people back like a devastating force.

The four of them all vomited blood and were slightly injured, and there were few people in the Sword Forest, but the disciples were all masters, and everyone in the cultivation world was a famous person, but in Xia Nianhua's hands, he couldn't even hold up three moves, and he was repelled together.

Invincible Summer ......

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and stood up.

"Xia Nianhua, do you have to break the net with our sword forest!" the old man said angrily.

Xia Nianhua hung Erlang's buttoned nose and mocked tone: "The fish is dead and the net is broken, old man, you are dreaming, only the fish is dead, and if the net is not broken, it is up to you? ”

The old man sneered twice: "Then try it." Then he turned his head to look at Yuan Zhennan, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

Yuan Zhennan comprehended, stood with a sword, and shouted: "Tie the sword array!"

The most famous sword forest is, of course, the sword, among which the sword array is particularly powerful.

The Sword Forest is the sword venerable faction of the Southern Regions, and the strongest weapon is not the dying old Yuan Yinbei, but the sword array and swordsmanship left by countless predecessors.

The few disciples of the Sword Forest are pitiful, Yan Lin is seriously injured, the strength of the original city is not enough, and there are only eight people who can form a sword formation, and the old man is the strongest, he has to face Xia Nianhua alone, and drag him to ensure that the remaining seven people can form a inheritance sword formation.

Xia Nianhua smiled, they didn't know how strong he was at all, there were not many people who could let him go all out since his debut, just relying on the sparsely populated Sword Forest?

No way.

The old man picked up the crutches and wiped them, and the wooden shell of the crutches shattered and fell off, revealing the dark black sharp sword body inside.

The sword that became famous in the original northern part of India, called the ancient monarch, the ancient saint, slashed the demon with a sword.

The old man touched Gu Jun, who was dark and sharp with cold light, showing a look of nostalgia, and muttered to himself: "Old friend, I still use you." ”

The old man didn't give Xia Nianhua time to react, so he shot as soon as possible!

That sword light pointed directly at Xia Nianhua's eyebrows, fast to the extreme! Yuan Yicheng swore that this was the fastest sword he had ever seen, and the old man was indeed the top master in the Southern Regions, even if he didn't produce a sword for many years, his sword was still fast and terrifying, and it was so strong that it made people's scalps tingle.

The tip of Gu Jun's black sword was no more than a meter away from Xia Nianhua's eyebrows, and Xia Nianhua smelled a strong smell of blood.

This is a sword of killing, the same as the original Yinbei, killing people to become enlightened, and there are countless souls under the sword, and the name of this ancient monarch is really not suitable for this sword.

The tip of the sword stopped in front of Xia Nianhua.

It's not that the old man didn't want to kill him, but - two tender white and delicate fingers clamped the sword.

Yuan Yicheng's eyes widened, staring intently at this shocking battle, the terrifying Xia Nianhua actually ...... I took this sword so easily!

Seven people from the south of the surrounding town sat cross-legged, distributed in a half-circle, forming a closed ring, and the swords of the seven people were inserted straight into the stone steps, integrating a majestic storm with each other, and the storm was condensed in the sky above the seven people, the color was heavy black and purple, the unique color of the sword forest sword array.

The storm is still condensing, and the battle between the old man and Xia Nianhua over there is almost coming to an end.

The old man took out his sword, his body changed, the sword light flickered, the sword qi flew sideways, and he pressed towards Xia Nianhua in all directions, and the momentum was huge.

Yuan Yicheng couldn't see the trajectory of the sword clearly at all, but he felt that the strong edge even affected his side, and he hurriedly straightened the long sword and turned out

A sword qi barrier stood in front of him and Le Huan.

Xia Nianhua pursed his lips and disdainful, he shot at the same time, and hit the real sword in countless phantoms with one punch, and there was a loud bang at the place of collision, the old man stopped and stood ten meters away from Xia Nianhua, the tip of the sword pointed at the ground, his arm trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't hold the sword.

A crack appeared in Xia Nianhua's fist, and blood flowed out.

Xia Nianhua couldn't stop laughing, licked the blood on the back of his hand, and said with some excitement: "It's amazing, it is worthy of the older generation of Southern Regions Sword Venerable, the strength is good, it can hurt me, it's really good." ”

Xia Nianhua laughed a little crazy: "I heard that the sword forest swordsmanship is the first in the southern region, and this king also practices swords, and after practicing for three years, this king will use a long sword to kill the old sword to prove my martial arts, hahahaha!"

Xia Nianhua jumped into the air, galloped to the side of the original city and slapped the original city with a palm, and the old man was shocked before he could react.

Xia Nianhua pulled out the sword of the original city and danced a few times, the tip of the sword slashed across the ground, leaving deep sword marks.

He mockingly glanced at Yuan Yicheng, who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood, and kicked Yuan Yicheng away like kicking garbage.

Le Huan was not far away, and felt a person roll next to her, she touched it tremblingly, touched a hand of liquid, she didn't know what it was, she couldn't see it, but she vaguely felt that it was blood.

She wanted to see Le Yisheng more and more, and with danger around her, she just wanted to see Le Yisheng lying in his arms for comfort.

The old man saw that the original city was dying and fell to the ground, his eyes were red, his eyes became blood-red, and he was extremely angry: "A city !!"

He roared wildly, and slashed out several huge black-purple sword qi and blasted towards Xia Nianhua.

Xia Nianhua's face was sarcastic, his smile was weird, he kicked under his feet, smashed the ground, and the long sword pierced through the thick sword qi with a flick, so fast that even the old man couldn't react.

The old man looked down, clutched his stomach, and fell to the ground.

The long sword also pierced the old man's thin body and nailed it to the stone pavement behind him.

The body of the sword was covered in blood, the snow-white sword was covered with red, and the hilt of the sword was cracked a few cracks.

The summer years are indispensable, and it is simply a god blocking and killing gods and Buddhas*.

Yuan Zhennan was still brewing the sword formation with his eyes closed, the huge black and purple storm had already taken shape, and the seven sword forest masters were almost successful!

Xia Nianhua was still laughing, with his strength, it was extremely easy to kill anyone, and he was just playing with them in front.

He suddenly felt a palpitation, he smelled danger, and turned his head to see the sword formation that was about to take shape. He felt his life threatened by that huge storm!

He originally wanted to keep these seven people, he just wanted to see the legendary Sword Forest Sword Formation, but he didn't expect this Sword Formation to be so terrifying, even he felt that he couldn't resist it, he panicked.

He moved to Yuan Zhennan's side with a hideous expression and punched Yuan Zhennan in the chest.

Yuan Zhennan, who had his eyes closed, didn't have the old man's drag and didn't have the power to resist at all, and a mouthful of blood mist spewed out.

The arm drooped down, and the huge black-purple storm in the air suddenly became smaller.

The saber standing on the south side of the original town also became dull, and no longer emitted black-purple energy.

Xia Nianhua's various breakthroughs concocted in the same way directly shattered the possibility of the formation of the sword formation.

The old man was heartbroken, he was powerless, he couldn't protect himself, he couldn't do anything lying on the ground, he felt that the limit was coming, his internal organs were penetrated, and if he didn't treat it in time, he would be powerless.

Tragic!

The whole army was annihilated, everyone lay half-dead on the ground, Xia Nianhua roared three times, here, he is invincible.

He walked up to the old man who was still wheezing step by step and patted the old man's withered face with a sneer: "Old man, if you had prepared the sword formation a long time ago, maybe this king would have really been planted, but it's a pity ......"

Xia Nianhua pinched his fingers and pinched a small slit: "It's just a little bit." ”

The old man couldn't speak, he could only glare angrily, but unfortunately it didn't have much power.

Did Jian Lin die like this?

Is there no power to return to heaven now?

Xia Nianhua suddenly looked at the void, and the alarm bell sounded!

There was a man walking in the air.

A young man.

His face was as handsome as jade, his figure was tall and slender, his face was expressionless, his eyes were blood-red, and he was indescribably strange and strange.

Fun - easy - life!