The Hun Shenji Pavilion Lord, the grassland Kedun Hao Lian Liushui has never been a quiet woman, there is willfulness and naughtiness in her temperament, extending to this day, her early talent is extremely high, after being photographed by Nalantoya, she is cherished as a closed disciple, and is regarded as the best candidate for the Pavilion Master of the Shenji Lord's generation, there are masters and brothers coaxing, and there is a big brother Hao Lian Bo at home who is spoiled, after marrying Ji Congee, the Prairie Khan is also pampered in every way, and the world's women are all at the pinnacle of the world, except for the female son of heaven in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Hao Lian Liushui.

When she didn't take over as the master of the Shenji Pavilion back then, the other senior brothers and sisters were all practicing hard, and she was the only one who played among the peaks of the Wolf Juxu Mountain, sometimes she felt embarrassed, but Nalan Toya didn't care much, she just let her have a good time, and then practice when she had had enough fun. The other brothers and sisters talked about it in private, but it was a pity that she wasted such a talent. Narantoya shook her head and said, no matter how wasted it is, it will be the highest peak of women in the world in the future. Hao Lian Liushui's talent is so high that he can squander it at will, and the women in the world are purely in terms of cultivation talent, except for the naturally enlightened maid celadon around Zhongxingshu, this Hao Lian Kedun.

The favor of the world, she Hao Lian Liushui alone accounted for a small half, but the grassland Ke Dun was never pampered and arrogant, knew the general situation, and knew the severity, so although he intended to let Lin Yunfeng use the last sword before Dacheng with all his might, when the opponent's momentum was at its peak, he would break this extremely sharp iron sword and destroy the sword heart that crushed the opponent, but when the young man took out the sword three inches, in order to be safe, Hao Lian Liushui began to move.

Gently stomping his feet, Hao Lian Liushui The earth trembled slightly, as if a pair of big hands fell from the sky, with the earth as the drum surface, the drum sounded, the drum surface churned, the rain on the ground rose from the ground, and the two rain dragons opened their teeth and danced their claws, roared violently, and crashed into the opposite side.

Lin Yunfeng's speed of sword out did not stagnate at all, the sword was only six inches, and the sword qi was already magnificent, as if a waterfall fell from the sky, every inch of the sword, there was a waterfall on the ground, and at this moment, six inches out of the sword were six waterfalls.

After leaving Tai'an City, Lin Yunfeng traveled alone in the world, he had seen Huang Chunfeng ask the sky a sword, knew that the old-timers had spent two years in the polar region of the world to put a few swords, he followed the clues from this road, a boat out to sea to the east, he saw the sky-swallowing whale out of the water, also saw the swarms of luminous jellyfish, and also experienced the Taiyin moment alone in the depths of the sea, the night was full of stars, a galaxy was draped, as if he could reach out to pick it up, at the same time, his cultivation became more and more sophisticated, a sword has been able to become ten thousand swords, cumbersome and gorgeous, thirty-six sword views are free from the sword moves, do whatever you want。 Later, he saw the scabbard left by Huang Chunfeng on Penglai Island, the sword had been used to fight the sky, the scabbard was left empty here, the sword qi wisps, Lin Yunfeng's mood suddenly changed greatly, those cumbersome and gorgeous sword moves slipped away from his mind, he couldn't wait to return to the Central Plains, every time he got close to the Central Plains, he forgot a move, until he stood on the land of the Central Plains, there was only one move left in his mind.

Perhaps only after meeting the people you meet, can the last move be forgotten and go to the realm of Dacheng.

The rich sword qi waterfall smashed down in the air, and Hao Lian Liushui's two rain dragons fought against each other, the two did not last long, the sword qi strangled the two rain dragons, continued to be unobstructed, and exploded to Hao Lian Liushui, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, with a loud bang, the rain in the sky exploded, and the place where Hao Lian Liushui stood was gone, an oil-paper umbrella flew in the wind and rain, and finally fell to the ground, and the sludge wet the plum blossom umbrella surface, which looked dirty.

Lin Yunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the hand holding the sword paused, where is the person? The question is still in his heart, Hao Lian Liushui has already come to Lin Yunfeng's side, one hand into a palm, one retract and one push, and press on the hilt of the iron sword: "It's not so easy to come up with a sword!"

With a bang, the six-inch iron sword out of the sheath suddenly returned to the sheath, and the sword qi in the sky flowed back, from the sword scabbard, the sword qi flowed back, which was tantamount to Lin Yunfeng himself using a sword to hit his chest, the qi and blood were suddenly disordered, and the blood flowed out of the seven orifices, although Lin Yunfeng did not retreat at all, but the earth around him had been turned over, and two ravines were cut out by the sword qi.

"No retreat?!" Hao Lian snorted coldly, put his hands together into a sword, and continued to point on the hilt of the sword, a seemingly simple move, but the power was huge.

Lin Yunfeng's sword qi around his body was like undulating waves, no matter how he suppressed his breath and wanted to retreat, he couldn't avoid that gentle finger, Hao Lian Liushui's sword was sticky, which could stick to the sword qi, and then with a gentle push, a sword qi as thick as embracing a tree slammed into Lin Yunfeng's chest, and the iron sword youth suddenly retreated, his body flipped in the air and his back smashed on the ground, sliding backwards, at the same time, Lin Yunfeng suddenly took out his sword, and the sword qi broke through the rain curtain and slashed towards the most noble woman in the grassland.

Hao Lian Liushui volleyed into the air, slapped the oncoming sword qi away, and once again bullied forward, his body was mysterious, leaving a series of afterimages in the air, each afterimage was a sword qi, and countless sword qi condensed together to form a cyan sword qi. Lin Yunfeng was unusual, he didn't use the iron sword, but instead put the sword back into its sheath, attached his hands to the ground, and kicked his legs violently, just like a tiger descending from the mountain, crashing into the cyan sword qi.

Hao Lian Liushui was slightly stunned, this kind of tactics should be the usual means of his apprentice Liu Qing, he was distracted in an instant, it was a continuous move, there was a gap, he was smashed by Lin Yunfeng and the cyan sword qi was shattered, three feet closer, Lin Yunfeng punched out, and at the same time the long sword swung out, in a hurry, Hao Lian Flowing Water took half a mouth of sword qi hard, unloaded the fist, knocked back the long sword, and his body couldn't help but retreat backwards, his feet stepped on the rain, and he stepped out of a series of messy and unbearded water wave circles.

There was no victory to pursue, Lin Yunfeng, who stopped and stood still, turned his sword into a two-handed sword, and his sword opening style on weekdays was a horizontal sword, and the horizontal sword of the horizontal eyebrows was coldly pointed at Qianfu, after returning to the Central Plains, he changed the usual sword opening style, and only one sword remained, called the vertical sword, raising the sword to the sky with both hands, erecting the world, a sword qi through the sky, straight to the sky.

The thick dark clouds in the sky began to roll, forming a huge vortex, the middle of the vortex was as black as ink, faintly there were continuous flashes of lightning, the vortex slowly rotated, forming a huge funnel inverted between heaven and earth, Lin Yunfeng was under it, as if carrying a big mountain on his shoulders.

Wen Zhiqian swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "It's very domineering, you hypocrite!"

The sword qi is like a mountain like an abyss, like a strong wind, like an angry wave!

After traveling thousands of miles and crossing thousands of miles of sea, he has a sword, and only this sword!