Murong Ke pointed at Li Yuanhao's eyebrows, and his shallow and vague spirit was even more hazy, and Li Yuanhao's spirit seemed to have been summoned by something, and was pulled by a huge suction, and his body flew out uncontrollably, passing through the courtyard city wall, and passing through the battlefield where Murong Feng, Liu Qing, and Yu Qing fought.

Murong Feng waved his hand lightly, throwing Liu Qing and Yu Qing to the ground, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, staring at Li Yuanhao's spirit, but his voice was like thunder without opening his mouth: "I will only give you an hour, and after an hour, there will be no armor left in Junma Town." ”

Liu Qing and Yu Qing looked at each other, why did the Poison Sword Immortal say this, who is this hour for?

Li Yuanhao walked through the mountains and seas, and passed by a young man with various swords on his back, Zhao Xingtu, who had just stepped into the Divine Heaven Realm and traveled down the mountain, suddenly stopped, and a figure passed by in front of him, as if he had seen it somewhere, but who was it?

Zhao Xingtu shook his head, began to renew his qi and save strength, and the sword on his body also returned to the sheath with his breath, this is the second time he has gone down the mountain, the first time he has gone down the mountain is in the reeds of the Qinhuai River, Huang Chunfeng, the head of the three unique swords, was defeated, returned to the mountain to retreat, devoted himself to cultivation for several years, and entered the gods, he chose to go to Tai'an City, and saw the great battle of the grassland rivers and lakes entering Tai'an City, and also met a young man named Fan Xiaokuai.

In the past, he thought that he had the strongest understanding, and he was only one line worse than Zhao Yi in terms of talent, and the reason why he couldn't compare with the older generation of Hu in the way of the sword was because of his lack of age and experience, and it wasn't until he saw Fan Xiaokuai that he knew what the natural sword embryo looked like, and then he went north to the Huns, hidden his whereabouts, and sneaked into the dark Shengjing City, and saw the naturally enlightened woman Celadon, and a heart that thought highly of himself was hit.

However, looking back, the sect master Zhao Dunhuang is not as good as Huang Chunfeng and Murong Feng in terms of talent, but it is his own sect master who walks the most steadily and flatly.

As for the famous Northern Wei Emperor, he had seen it in the alleys of Tai'an City, except for his appearance, he felt that he was average, and his qualifications and talents were very average.

Along the way, full of swords, even swaggering through the market, people often come forward and ask how much a sword is, I will buy you two for ten taels of silver, do you sell it or not? Zhao Xingtu was angry for a while, is this son so unmasterable? The person who bought the sword nodded, if you take off the trouser legs that you pulled up, tidy up your hair, and change into a clean clothes, you will not be able to keep a bit of a master's demeanor. Zhao Xingtu hated, if he knew this, he should have brought Zhao Wufeng, the burly man with the most masterful demeanor, down the mountain.

But looking back, the suzerain may not be as good as himself, but he is full of swords, and he is mistaken for a sword-buyer, but he is a decent farmer, and the suzerain's simple dress like a peasant man will be recognized as asking for food if he is not careful.

Whenever he encounters injustices and is depressed, Zhao Xingtu will think about the sect master, draw strength from Zhao Dunhuang, strengthen his goals, and occasionally find some self-superiority in the sect master.

Zhao Xingtu raised his head slightly, not far from the west, there were three breaths entangled, one of which was thick and heavy, and it was cold and killing, steadily suppressing the other two breaths.

"The gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, but the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty with average qualifications and talents dares to fight with Confucius Buddha, why can't I Zhao Xingtu, it is not easy to encounter such an oppressive atmosphere, no, I want to give it a try!"

Zhao Xingtu patted his waist, and a goose yellow sword flew out of its sheath, spinning around his body, like an obedient and sensible child, and the other swords around him sounded softly, eager to try.

"Be obedient, take your time!" Zhao Xingtu was like a gentleman who taught students in a private school, and stretched out his hand to slap the sword one by one.

In an instant, the colorful sword qi rose from the ground, angry bullfighting, more than a dozen swords surrounded the body, like the stars holding the moon, the two swords in front of the body were called cutting the head and splitting the sky, the two behind him were called Mingmei, listening to the music, and the two on the side were called spring and autumn, winter and snow, and they cooperated with each other seamlessly, as if forming a sword array, but in this sword array, a three-inch long small sword was the most disobedient, swaying from side to side.

This is a sword that Zhao Yi found on Sword Mountain before Zhao Xingtu went down the mountain, and gave it to his senior brother, which can fill a short board in his senior brother's swordsmanship, and can also be used to save his life in times of crisis.

Zhao Xingtu went down the mountain, and the sword array outlined in his heart had a prototype, but this little sword didn't know how to dispose of it, and he usually put it in his sleeve, today Zhao Xingtu wanted to try this set of sword formations with that domineering breath, and the three-inch small sword also came out to join in the fun, which just fitted the name of this little sword - naughty.

Sighing, holding the naughty short sword in one hand, Zhao Xingtu reached out and hit the short sword, and shouted softly: "Go!"

People follow the sword, the person has not yet arrived, the sword qi has arrived, the sky east of Junma Town is brilliant, and the sword qi of different colors pulls out countless cloud tails, as if countless ravines have been cut in the sky, and thousands of Ling Yan sword qi are raging in the air, and the heart is a little clear, when the sword qi meets Murong Feng's heavenly breath, it is like pouring ink rain, pouring down, and the trend of the sword qi falling is not chaotic and irregular, but feminine and soft, rigid and soft.

Murong Feng stood with his hands in his hands, let the sword qi splash down, all of them stopped three feet above his head, and then scattered and fell, the lord of the Western Regions was like holding an umbrella and standing in the rain, and the umbrella was transparent, looking up, he could see: "Yes, there are many talents in the Central Plains, and if you can have such a feeling, the future is immeasurable, but it is young and vigorous, too fancy, and there are some flashy suspicions." ”

Murong Feng commented that Liu Qing was miscellaneous but not refined, that he did not specialize in art, that Yu Qing was not hot enough, that he was far away from Zhao Duling, and that Zhao Xingtu was flashy and too fancy, and that anyone in the world who evaluated these three people was suspected of relying on the old and selling the old, but the poisonous sword immortal was convincing.

The Poison Sword Immortal only saw at a glance that this sword qi from afar was a sword array, and he didn't care about letting this sword array take root, before breaking this gorgeous sword, let Zhao Xingtu do his best to play heartily once, and he had already said that giving the Northern Wei Emperor an hour, that is, an hour, then in this boring process, it was also a good pastime to have a trick with the first person of the new generation of the Southern Liang Sword Sect.

Zhao Xingtu came to the field lightly, his sword had already landed, pierced around Murong Feng, and when he saw the other party's face, Zhao Xingtu couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "Poisonous Sword Immortal?!"

Murong Feng smiled freely: "Do you want to escape, or do you want to fight?"

Zhao Xingtu squinted, used the naughty short sword in his hand as a flying sword, and dropped the sword Tianyuan, and the entire sword array was full of light.

The Poison Sword Immortal was in the middle of it, and his body was already submerged in the rich sword aura: "Use your strongest sword, because you only have one chance with a sword." ”