Zhao Xingtu held Zhao Wufeng in one hand, and Zhao Yi on his head, running at great speed, fleeing as if he was dead. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Yi's little doll is full of swords in his arms, some are broken, some are intact, some seem to be unharmed on the outside, but they are missing the previous style, there are many famous swords in the world, and the eighteen swords on Zhao Xingtu's back are all famous swords, full of spirituality, but after a battle with Huang Chunfeng, there are five swords that are difficult to show their past style, like tomorrow's yellow flowers that are blown away by the wind and rain, wilting and drooping.

After rushing forward for more than thirty miles, Zhao Xingtu stopped, put Zhao Wufeng aside, and breathed heavily, his lungs ached.

Zhao Yi's little doll was also ruddy, and her brows were oozing sweat. Zhao Wufeng clutched the Wufeng Sword with one hand, covered in blood, his chest fell together, and he was seriously injured, but his fate was saved.

Recalling the battle with Huang Chunfeng, Zhao Xingtu had palpitations, for some reason, the old sword immortal who had been lifting weights suddenly made a killing move, and the sword qi turned into a sword gang, and the strength was stacked ninefold, and a sword fell with a flutter, and the immortals in the sky would be cut off by the waist.

Zhao Xingtu chose to retreat, not to avoid Huang Chunfeng's sword, but to flee in defeat, Zhao Wufeng, who had not spoken much in the Sword Sect and retreated a lot in trouble, held the sword with both hands, chose to face the difficulties, and used his own life as a bargaining chip, vowing to take the sword of the old sword immortal.

Zhao Wufeng's Xuantie Wufeng Sword went upstream, and the Sword Sect's heavy sword technique was brought into full play, and he himself also took a step forward, stepping through the Sutian Realm and reaching the Monkey Heaven Realm, but Huang Chunfeng's sword qi was too domineering, destroying Zhao Wufeng's qi and slamming it into his chest.

Zhao Xingtu's eyes were quick, he picked up Zhao Wufeng, his head was on Zhao Yi, and he fled without his life, while Huang Chunfeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

"One by one, why did you say Senior Brother Wufeng rushed up?" Zhao Xingtu sat down on the ground and breathed heavily.

Zhao Yi probed Senior Brother Wufeng's snort, checked the pulse with his little hand, and confirmed that Senior Brother was fine, but only a skin injury: "Although Senior Brother Wufeng doesn't talk much on Sword Mountain, his mind is very heavy, and no one mentions the gap between the two fingers of Wufeng Sword, but Senior Brother Wufeng has always taken it to heart, and when I can see Huang Chunfeng today, I always have to express the resentment buried in my heart." ”

"That being said, the truth can be said in the same way, but life is always more important. Zhao Xingtu stroked the goose yellow, which had been reduced to an ordinary sword, with regret on his face.

The little doll Zhao Yi is a special existence in the Sword Sect, he does not practice swords, only reads, and likes to chat with Kong Xitang the most, which often makes the knowledgeable Kong Xitang stunned and unable to refute, and once said that he would take Zhao Yi to the Sage Academy to study for a few years, but was politely declined by the sect master Zhao Dunhuang. For Zhao Dunhuang, all the matters of the Sword Sect can be discussed, but when it comes to Zhao Yi, the usually pleasant and pleasant sect master is particularly surprisingly domineering.

Recalling the battle with Huang Chunfeng, Zhao Xingtu was not only emotional, but he also smiled endlessly, he thought that there was a gap with the top grandmasters in the rivers and lakes, but the gap was not big, and the reality slapped his face: "Xiao Yiyi, on weekdays, the sect master and our senior brothers learn swordsmanship, and they are always rumored and earth-shattering, are they teasing us?"

Huang Chunfeng and Zhao Dunhuang are ranked among the top three at the same time, although the sect master is behind Huang Chunfeng, but the difference should not be big, he is under Huang Chunfeng and is not the same opponent, then the sect master's swordsmanship should be much more than himself, and it is difficult to solve the problem with the sect master on weekdays, which is unreasonable.

"No, the master didn't tease the brothers, but he didn't want to hurt the brothers. Zhao Yi said in a low voice, taking care of Zhao Xingtu's self-esteem empathetically.

"Yes, the sect master didn't hurt us, but when he left the Sword Sect, he lost his lord. Zhao Xingtu was quite helpless, he was defeated in the first battle out of the mountain, and he asked Jian Huang Chunfeng, asked a fart, and he would not be ridiculed to death when he went back.

In fact, Zhao Xingtu and Zhao Wufeng's swordsmanship is extremely good, and they have their own atmosphere, but they can start a sect, but it's a pity that the first battle out of the mountain faced Huang Chunfeng, the sword leader of the previous generation in the world, so there is no place to reason, and they can only blame God for treating them well, not thin.

"Senior brother, don't think like this, the master often says that there are many other interesting things in life besides sword practice. Zhao Yi opened his mouth and said, he sometimes felt that practicing swords was a boring thing, and other things were fun: "Catching crickets, catching fish, planting flowers, it's all interesting." ”

"Xiao Yiyi, not everyone has the leisure and leisure of you, let alone being in the Sword Sect. Zhao Xingtu stood up and moved his stiff and sore shoulders: "By the way, Huang Lao Jianxian started to walk leisurely, why did he suddenly release a killing move?"

Zhao Yi raised his little face and thought about the scene at that time, the sword qi turned into a sword gang, and the killing move suddenly came: "That old man seems to be teaching people swordsmanship." ”

"Teach people swordsmanship, teach it to whom? Who can learn it at a glance? Isn't that an immortal!" Zhao Xingtu shook his head, and Zhao Yi choked the three words "I can" back into his stomach.

Picking up the unconscious Zhao Wufeng, Zhao Xingtu let Zhao Yi ride on his head: "Go, go back to the Sword Sect, if you don't practice an invincible in this life, and then ask Huang Lao Sword Immortal for a sword, I won't go out of the mountain." ”

Holding Zhao Xingtu's head, Zhao Yi opened his mouth and said: "Senior brother, have you noticed that in the past, you used to be called Huang Chunfeng with your mouth open and closed, but now you are called Huang Lao Sword Immortal. ”

Zhao Xingtu sighed: "Such a demeanor, Zhao Xingtu is convinced, although the old-timers have a festival with my Sword Sect, but they deserve the honorific title of me Zhao Xingtu, don't care about people in front of or behind the back." ”

Zhao Yi smiled, and two good-looking dimples swirled on his face: "Senior brother is open-minded, and he will definitely be able to practice invincible swordsmanship in the future." ”

Zhao Xingtu laughed, involving the wound, and grinned for a while.

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"It's too domineering, it's too domineering, it's so fucking unreasonable. Fan Xiaokuai held the dislocated arm with one hand, and couldn't stop sighing and sighing.

A punch smashed on the center of the crazy old man's eyebrows, Fan Xiaokuai's eyes lit up, and it was done, the center of the eyebrows was the Yintang acupoint in the eighteen big points of the human body, the acupuncture points that are difficult to reach with the flow of breath, usually killed with one blow, the crazy old man's kung fu is extremely high, and the Yintang acupoint was hit hard, not to die, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

As soon as his mind was relieved, Fan Xiaokuai was about to withdraw his fist, but suddenly shouted that it was not good, the crazy old man was unharmed, and a breath that was no different from the fist shot out from Yintang's big acupoint, and brutally hit Fan Xiaokuai's shoulder, with a click, his arm was dislocated, and Fan Xiaokuai could only choose to retreat.

C on the side was no better, his clothes were ragged, his meticulous hair was messy, the iron sword in his hand was broken into two sections, and he was holding one in one hand, looking ridiculous, and he also smiled bitterly: "It's so fucking unreasonable." ”