And the Shenqi tribe has already made a move, the leader Tie Hao chose a shrewd and capable person named Heng Bomu, Heng Bomu once traveled to the Central Plains, and was very familiar with the famous mountains and rivers in the Central Plains, and the historical sites and scenic spots, and soon found the Prison Sword Peak, he knew that the highest building was the first-class swordsmith in the Han Realm, and he lived here. In order not to consume the true gas, he took a handsome horse in autumn and a car in winter. Braving the heavy rain, turning a few passes, I saw:

The peaks and peaks are stacked, and the dangers are steep. The mountains and mountains are stacked and interspersed for nine nights, and the dangerous and steep clouds are ethereal. The wind is the main one after the rain in the valley, and the new air leaves in the empty mountain wash the oil.

There is a place above the slightly rough and uneven mountain wall that has no flowers and trees, presumably in a hotel and inquired in detail that it is a terrible knife wind, isolated from the vast white clouds above.

He knew that the Prison Sword Peak of the Gongtian Mountain Range was the most famous, and it had a very high status among the four major families of the lord of this area, Hao, Wei, Fu and Qi, especially the Wei family called it a sacred place. The Wei family is full of respect and fascination for each high mountain, the peak of the mountain is the only way for the Wei family practitioners, not to mention a sword wind and sword rain full of legends, some of the Wei family disciples do not know how many times they fall on a section and retreat, some are trapped in the mountain by the knife wind, and starve to death on the mountain, and some of them lose their footing and fall into bloody flesh. A group of other good deeds arrived, all of them were the same, of course, the corpses of the Wei family accounted for most of the foothills of the mountain, and there were countless bones.

In the carriage, he pondered how to go up the mountain in the middle of the horse, and he was a little annoyed when he was not sure. Looking around, like chasing ducks on the shelves, he used martial arts to climb the mountain.

Fitness, the wind is moving, the lines are fluttering, and the spirit is vibrant.

The toe top is in the reliable place of a large sparkling stone, running the true qi to the foot three yin, and with a swing of strength, it has already been dozens of zhang away, and dozens of ups and downs have reached the edge of the pedestal of the prison sword peak. He knew that he had to run enough True Qi in his body to get close to the peak, most of the Gongtian Mountain Range was steep, but fortunately, only this terrain was sloping, as far as he was concerned, he was afraid that he would not be far from the void when he reached the foot of the peak.

Panting and whistling, looking up with a canopy in his hand, the sky is clear and the clouds are scattered after the rain, the sun is like fire, and the blue sky is like washing.

The camphor trees on the pedestal shone with its green eyes and color. The straight and steep prison sword peak is like a thing placed in the rape, standing out from the crowd below, and hiding the clouds and men above.

He stood on a hill and walked with vigor on his feet, and walked on the branches of the camphor tree.

The branches trembled, one, two, three.

Wherever he passed, the branches of the camphor tree were like being swept away by a strong wind, and his speed became faster and faster, as if an immortal was pointing the way to the mark.

When left and right, the posture is extraordinary. Like a faint wisp of smoke grasshopper jumping into the air towards a large grave of a tree and a bamboo forest of hazelnuts, the martial wind is empty, and the body is ethereal.

In less than half a half of the time of the incense, after passing the peak base, it is close to the foot of the peak, only to see the sound of the stone spring, bubbling and shirking. He has no intention of appreciating the scenery, increasing his strength, stepping into the air, and climbing the peaks.

As everyone knows, there are many dangers above, there are few virtual steps to climb the wall, there is already a gust of wind fluttering, he does not care about the peak to pay homage to the caster master, walking with the wind of the void, when borrowing the power of the peak wall. Then another burst of blowing, this time whistling past a knife made of condensed wind, slashing indiscriminately.

With a stunt, he skillfully dodged, the true qi was transported out, several shuttles, the vigorous posture quickly in the peak wall light and shadow as if it was a green snake meandering, even if there is the ability to reach the sky, the peak of the extreme, but also powerful but time, before coming to estimate the difficulty of Shu Dao, it is difficult to go to the Qingtian consciousness, so he was almost swept by the knife wind several times, just when he was exhausted and about to die, he slipped in the air, fell down, and knocked on the door from the god of death, who knew that he was carried up by a splendid and exquisite bamboo girl, on a small grotto that could accommodate two people to stand。

Naturally, the girl was in tears.

Since the Fountain of Tears often led troops to fight against the Shenqi tribe, she won many battles with the main battle faction. has been criticized by the people of the Shenqi tribe for many years, and many people recognize her, who is more murderous than anyone else at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

Yokoba saw that the Tearful Fountain had an extraordinary temperament and appearance, very similar to the number one criminal in his tribe's bandit painting, and he could recognize her at a glance as a person who admired the truth, and was a woman who robbed people and killed her corpse.

As soon as Heng Bo's eyes were confronted, he was a little afraid, but the other party didn't recognize him, the person who was strategizing behind every battle. His eyes widened, and he saw a five-foot-long knife wind slashing at him, and hurriedly pounced on it and hit the fountain of tears, holding the fountain of tears in a circle, and then each of them was picked up on the wall, almost being split in half by the knife wind. The sword was fierce, and it cut a mark on the place where they were staying, which was eight feet long, five inches wide, and three inches deep, and the stones rolled and fell into the depths of the darkness. Both of them are a sign, looking at the right and left up and down are turbulent knife winds, almost unavoidable.

I saw that the tears flowing in the beautiful eyes carried the true qi, strengthened the air hood of the two of them, and made the air cover horn on the peak wall, holding the frightened Heng Bomu in one hand, and holding the long sword that never left his hand in the other. A few heavy treks stepped forward, and the air shield and the two of them went up.

When left and right, the wind has no direction, but the eye has a position, so they go to the direction of the weak knife wind, and the two of them are carrying the air cover of the true qi, but they are still extremely difficult, and then gallop for half an hour, it seems that the mud cow enters the sea, and how can not go to the shore of the peak.

It didn't take long like a "longitudinal ladder", panting, overflowing, and the horizontal waves who were being held on the side had mixed tastes, I don't know what to do, this mad demon who killed people and broke thousands of corpses found that he was from the Shenqi tribe.

At this time, Heng Bomu smelled a fragrance of orchids, and his heart fluttered. But knowing that there are no valleys in this high mountain, and when he suddenly realized that it was the sweat of a woman with residual blood, he restrained his mentality.

"Who are you and why are you here?" said Tear Fountain as he walked up the mountain and questioned the strange man he had saved.

"Go up the mountain and ask someone to forge a sword, what about you?" said Yokohama calmly. For fear that others will see through what they think in their hearts, and if they are familiar with the hatred between the two sides, if they say the truth, it is tantamount to seeking death.

"Me too, so why did you go up the mountain and ask someone to forge a sword?" she sparked.

"I am from the Central Plains, and the people of the Central Plains are all holding swords as the head of a hundred weapons. He sprang up a bunch of nonsense to deal with it.

The tearful fountain who was lifting the yuan shield didn't have time to think about it, and said hurriedly: "My true qi is about to run out, you quickly help hold the qi shield, otherwise everyone will be doomed if it is broken." ”

Heng Bomu was a little flustered in the face of the tribe's enemies, and half a sound came back to his senses, and he also used his true qi to strengthen the air shield to maintain his continuity. At this time, he put his hands around the tears fountain, and his waist was close to her small waist, he couldn't believe that the figure of a mad warrior woman was like a stunning beauty with thousands of postures, and he suddenly felt that the woman's natural and elegant body fragrance lingered on the bridge of his nose for a long time. In his eyes, he peeked at the skin of the ice soul jade that was torn by the residual strength of the sword wind everywhere. In an instant, a warm current rushed out of the dantian, looking back in one place, full of uneasy mood

The left leg of the tear fountain was caught between his legs, as if there was an extra bone in his body, gradually rising. She had a grudge on her cheeks, glanced at that Sven scum a little, and then threw herself into the sword wind of the peak, and was no longer embarrassed to speak. Let the man who is helpless to hold himself come to a self-evident alarm bell from his eyes, and ring it in his heart.

It didn't take long for the well-known fountain of tears to climb the mountain quickly on the road led by the peak cliff. The two of them went through many obstacles, and when they reached that faint barrier, the fountain of tears pushed him away with one hand, untied the clothes from the burden he was carrying behind his back, and put them on his body with all hands and feet after opening them, stacking the tattered cracks on top of each other so that no one could see them.

"Rascal, if I knew you were like this, I would have kept you there and tore the wind knife to pieces. It hurt me and I was almost overwhelmed, and I was broken. The fountain of tears walked away a few steps, obviously not wanting to get any closer to him, but sat under the peach tree on a yellow-mottled stone and rested for a while, waiting to recover.

"Girl, I'm really embarrassed just now, I didn't mean to, the white clouds came out, I made an unintentional mistake, and I looked at Haihan Haihan. So he stepped forward, clasped his fists and saluted, and when he saw that she was thoughtful, he sat silently and did not accept it.

The sunlight slipped down from the peach tree, weaving a peaceful and tranquil shade, leaking on the ground, and at the same time leaking into the eyes of the two of them, each with different thoughts. Hengbo saw that he didn't reply for a long time, and it must be unforgivable, so he also sat down with her to rest and rest. Thinking that she was also forging a sword, her mind was obviously the same as herself, if she could be enlightened well, then it would be possible for the two tribes to coexist peacefully, wouldn't it be to avoid the misery of life.

The thoughtful fountain of tears did not pay attention to him, but wondered if the painting behind it could arouse the interest of the tallest building. After about half a cup of tea, Mo suddenly stood up and drew his long sword, and danced a whirlwind again, pasting the scattered peach leaves to Heng Bomu's body, and sticking to the cracks in his clothes.

"You can use your true qi to absorb it yourself, lest the light instrument be indecent, and people will see that you are unkempt, and you will be looked down upon along with me, and the famous swordsmith you are looking for has a very strange temper, you know no. The mood reversed and tears opened the cherry mouth to remind him, but he didn't even want to ask more about his name, so he turned around and left.

Just now Heng Bomu saw her draw her sword and thought she was going to kill herself, so she naturally took a step back in fear, and it wasn't until Ye Zi came that she suddenly realized, so she was relieved, thinking that this female demon had saved herself, and she was not as cruel as the legend in the tribe, could it be that she recognized the wrong person?

Yokohamme used a fake identity "Knife Seal Soul", a wall box introduced herself, and a wall box followed her footsteps, trying her best to explain that it was just a misunderstanding at the time, because it was revealed in Fang Cai's words that only she knew the residence of the tallest building, after all, the huge prison sword peak to find a person is also looking for a needle in a haystack, which is almost a bizarre story.

Although the fountain of tears ignored him, after he apologized in every way, he stopped worrying. Seeing that he also has unfathomable cultivation, he stayed by his side, maybe he could help a little if he encountered any danger. When I heard the name "Sword Seal Soul", I couldn't help but smile.

"My name is Sword Seal Soul, our name is really amazing!" Tear Spring, who was in a slightly better mood, didn't want to use his real name, and when he heard the name of Sword Seal Soul, he also wanted to tease the atmosphere by teasing it.

Soon, she was familiar with the road, and she took the horizontal wave to the thatched house of the highest building, looking at the chaotic rocks and streams on the side, the surging pools, the ancient trees are verdant, and there is a taste of fairyland charm.

The two of them approached together, and when they saw that the tallest building was drawing some messy and strange things on the ground, they didn't dare to disturb it. Tears waited for him to stop and continue the previous matter, untied the scroll, handed it out and spread it on the ground, glanced at the noncommittal tallest building, and shook his head. Said: "The shape and meaning are good, and it is easy to draw, but it is still not possible to use the sword in this painting to forge a sword." ”

She was helpless when her peach face fluctuated a few times, and she went back and forth many times up the mountain just for a weapon that was as outstanding as her own martial arts, even if the sword wind was dangerous.

If so, the opinions in the small drawings are often refuted or difficult by the tallest building.

The Yokohamme next to her often comforts her on the mountain not to take it to heart, and is kind and kind to enlighten.

Once, the fountain of tears that was rigid on the outside and soft on the inside couldn't bear it, and got up early in the morning to stand at the door of the house on the highest building, drew his sword and swept it, and the blue light flashed, and the roof was lifted, and the mouths scattered in the air were scattered, and he said angrily: "Come out for me." ”

The highest building in the house was still in a dream, and he walked out wearing a snow-white mink coat, stood in the morning dawn and looked at her, and asked, "What, I'm impatient,"

"You old man is clearly trying to make things difficult for me, and the paintings I can bring are much better than those you paint on the ground. Tearful Fountain said angrily.

"Girl, what is painted on the ground is what I conceived. And the paintings you bring are from someone else's hand. It's different. The tallest building brushed the thatch on his shoulders.

"Well, then why do you want me to look for these paintings that are of no use to you, instead of using the paintings you drew on the ground to open the furnace and hammer a good sword. Is it that you don't have such skills, or are you in vain? Tears with a slightly disdainful expression of disdain said.

Yokohamme pulled her windy sleeves from behind, signaling not to be overkill, so as not to blame the old man for being angry and not taking the job.

"The paintings you have come with are very exquisite, but they are flawed, and my paintings on the ground also have shortcomings, so I thought about it for a long time, and the advantages of the two cannot be combined. This is my distress, not to forge a sword for you, not to be mean to be mean. Then the tallest building passed by them, and there was no turning back.

"The money I brought has been spent, just to find a sword painting, in order to make you willing to cast a sword for me, if you don't cast me a peerless sword, don't blame me for being ruthless. Then, the slender finger on the right side of the angry tear fountain drew his sword and appeared in front of the tallest building like a wisp of smoke, and the horizontal sword was in front of the way.

"If you kill me, it's useless, my decisions are made with my life. When I wasn't interested in forging swords, I was forced to forge it for scrap metal. The tallest floor gently brushed off her sword with two fingers.

"Come with me! I'll show you what a real sword in a picture is. The tallest building saw that she was hesitating, and then started to walk forward.

The two looked at each other, dazed, and followed.

The three of them bypassed several twists and turns of dangerous mountain peaks, crossed springs and streams, and the road was quiet and quiet, and there were many jackdaws. The tallest building finally stopped in front of him, looked up at things, and his eyes seemed to reveal the desolation of the years of nostalgia, and he straightened out the snow-white mink coat he wore on his shoulders, which was still strong, and stared solemnly at a sword on the mountain wall.

The fountain of tears saw that the red sword on the wall was very remarkable, but unfortunately it was carved, and when the sun slid down the mountain wall, the deeper interior of the sword mold, no light entered and turned black. The sword model of the dark red flame in the peak wall of the red flame is extremely similar to the ordinary sword, but it is not similar, because the sword model on the wall is more patterned than the ordinary sword, which is different and has a very different style. Presumably, the sword body of the Flame Pottery is very powerful, no wonder it enjoys the title of the first sword-casting master in the Han Realm.

"A few years ago, when she left me, I swore that I would not set foot in this place again, lest I think of her again, that she had abandoned me, my fiancé, and had become a merchant in that great country. "The tallest building looked at it and looked back.

But I can't go back to the past, if I promise her to give up my sword for the rest of my life and fly away with her, what will be the result?

The tearful fountain next to him who was about to kill someone said: "Do you often haunt that person-Yinqi?"

The highest building that fell into contemplation did not answer, and conscripted the gods.

"Then what kind of poisonous oath did you make for her, how much did you pay for her, how much did she care about the poisonous oath you made, if she cared, she would definitely know that she would come to you, and she would not let you live an empty life in the deep valley and spring. She knows where you are, but you haven't heard from you all these years, and your poisonous oath has no effect, but is an excuse for your own loss. As he spoke, the Tear Fountain bit the word "she" in a very heavy voice, obviously trying to stimulate the tallest building through these words, just because he usually saw the tallest building on the mountain attached great importance to the silver close, and at the same time slightly mixed with the resentment of refusing to cast the sword.

"This sword model is...... It is the sword model of the Demon Sword, since the legendary Demon Sword was built by the predecessors, it is disrespectful! Disrespectful!"

The Fountain of Tears was also surprised, and had heard some stories about the Demon Swords.

"I have made three vows here, the first is not to make the same weapons, the second is not to use the same materials, and the third is that the master of the sword I forged must kill my old enemy, the gold will not be exchanged. The vicious tallest building said decisively.

The two of them happily knelt together, their left hand on their right hand, and they asked for the sword, but the highest building refused to shed tears, saying that she was like such a peerless woman who was very easy to be favored by Jin Buchang, who snatched love with a horizontal sword, and then she was very graceful and graceful with gold, and the heroic posture of Yushu Linfeng was easy to seduce. After all, there is a fiancée who has learned from the past.

The fountain of tears gritted his teeth in anger, and the horizontal wave next to him kept playing a round for the two, after all, there was a request for others.