"A sword is bloodless!No, this swordsmanship, this skill is enough to reach the realm of immortals!" The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and he trembled and sat down on the edge of the stream.

He wasn't the only one who fell, but he was the only one who couldn't get back up after he fell.

The last sword, the sword that he had gathered all his life's strength to see, sucked up all his life force literally, and he fell, and then died.

But the strange thing is that he still has a smile on his lips until he dies.

Chaowen said, you can die at night!

The young knight looked at the old man who died with a smile and exclaimed, but before he could land on the ground, he heard several sounds of a sharp sword coming out of its sheath.

"Jianghu Sanren Wang Kaizhi asks Feng Jianxian for advice!" The eyes of the high roller who had been groping for wonderful swordsmanship in the corpse were red, and the young knight recognized this color, he remembered that year when the drought and crops failed, and the good people in the village gave porridge to the poor on credit, the eyes of those who were tormented by hunger and madness were like this.

Wang Kaizhi is indeed crazy, anyone who is aspiring to learn swords and succeeds in learning will go crazy after seeing Feng Xifan's swordsmanship, otherwise they will be worthy of the name of "swordsman".

"Huashan Yue Tenghai asked Senior Feng for advice!" Among the crazy people, there are many children of famous families.

The swords were clenched by trembling hands, and the blades pointed only at the man on the top of the mountain.

I tremble because of excitement and because of fear.

It's very contradictory, if you are afraid, wouldn't it be better to run away? Why take the initiative to invite the battle and seek your own death?

No one can come up with a standard answer to why this is, because everyone has their own unique position and reasons.

The atmosphere in the field was very subtle, so subtle that the young knight was also affected by the atmosphere, and his right hand gradually touched the hilt of the sword.

Draw your sword!

A voice in his head was urging him, and the smell of rust in the air, which had never faded, became more and more prickly, irritating, and sexual.

His throat began to turn sweet and greasy, giving him the illusion that he had eaten too much lard at the previous meal.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, the figure on the top of the mountain sneered.

"You're not qualified enough for me to draw my sword. The man's voice was not very loud, but most of the people present had profound internal strength, and his words were clearly heard by everyone in the audience.

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"

I don't know who started it, everyone rushed forward like mad cows, and they all danced with swords in their hands.

In less than half an hour, the men fell down three or four times faster than they had gone up the mountain, each with a dirty shoe print on his chest.

"Uh......"

The high-rollers who rolled to the ground saved their lives because of their weak internal strength and the fact that the owner of the shoe print did not kill them, but for them, this was probably more uncomfortable for them than killing them on the spot.

So the man with the highest skill, the least wounded, and the quickest recovery of them stood up first, and once again pointed his sword at the tall figure.

"The Iron Sword Alliance needs an alliance leader, and I am not interested in this, I will not kill you today, but I just want to use your mouth to upload a message to the rivers and lakes for me: The leader of the Iron Sword Alliance will be appointed for ten years, and it shall not be hereditary. At the end of the term, if there is no gross negligence, you can come and fight me. The man on the hill said aloud, and his figure suddenly rose in full view of everyone, and in an instant he broke through the air and disappeared cleanly.

Feng Xifan ...... Have you really found the 'Immortal Road'?" The man who stood up first had bloodshot eyes, who was it not the high roller who studied the corpse?

"Ten years of alliance leader, in exchange for a battle with you...... Hmph, I'm not going to be the leader of the alliance and I'm going to fight with you!" the high roller pressed one hand on his chest to assist the internal qi to heal his injuries, "The court supports the Iron Sword Alliance, then I will fight with it!

The high roller faces the crowd, his hands wide open and impassioned.

His martial arts are indeed the highest among the people, and he has no shortage of appeal or anything, but at present, except for him, the people in the rivers and lakes who rushed up the mountain before are still standing up in various postures, and those who did not have the courage to rush up the mountain to prove themselves before will not wade into this troubled water at all, so no one can respond to him.

The scene was momentarily embarrassing.

Until a voice came from afar:

"Amitabha...... Does this benefactor know where Feng Xifan has gone?"

A monk waded in the lower reaches of the Eagle Sorrow Stream, his shoes and socks and the hem of his shirt were all stained with blood, and he really looked extremely sloppy.

……

The night has long passed, and even if you are at the bottom of the lake where the moon still remains, it is the limit to be able to keep the sobriety under the moon until the sun is three poles.

"What's the matter, done?" Pig just floated up to the surface of the lake, his clothes were soaked, which was really abnormal in his former status as Marshal of the Canopy.

The loss of the effect of the water avoidance method is the prelude to the demonic nature overshadowing the divine nature.

Stepping into the air, Mo Xie didn't know when he changed into black clothes.

"It's never done, it's just that the time is up. "Mo Evil Dao.

Yes, the time has come, just like the evening bell ringing in the ears of the dying man, whether it is Mo Ye or Zhu Gangguan, they have heard a certain call in the dark.

Originally, according to the principle of 'top bag', Mo Ye clearly entered with the ontology this time, and it stands to reason that no matter what kind of hands and feet Feng Xifan was done before, it would not affect Mo Ye. But the world that Mo Xie is in now is too weird, and everything cannot be judged by the inherent common sense of the past.

"It seems, indeed, that's true, ah. Pig Gang smiled, his language began to shrink, although not enough to jump out word by word, but it sounded very sad.

The canopy, which was once a graceful and talented person, was forced into the body of a pig, and reincarnation went through many planes, and now he couldn't even say a smooth word.

"Come, accompany me, finally, drink ......" Zhu Gangguan stumbled more and more as he spoke, and in the end he chose to give up.

Taking out a skin bag from his bosom, the pig just pulled out the stopper, and a smell of wine came to his nose. He took the lead in raising his head and taking a big sip, and then threw the skin bag to Mo Ye.

"Goo-dong!" Mo Ye also took a big sip, this wine was very strong, but it was still not as strong as the west wind.

"Amitabha!" A monk stepped on the west wind, and the Buddha name full of compassion drank the wine in Mo Xie's chest.

"Feng Xifan, Zhu Gangguan, when will you wait if you don't take refuge in my Buddha?" Chen Xuanzang came to the lake, Sun Xingzhi and Sha Seng followed behind him, and with Chen Xuanzang's words, the eyes of the two stared at him like arrows.

There was only sluggishness in the eyes of the sand monk, and there was only ferocity in the eyes of the walkers.

Sure enough, it's the rhythm of the fight if you don't agree with each other......

But that's right.

"Take refuge in your Buddha? What is your Buddha's surname? Where does your family live? How many people are in your family? What kind of livelihood do you do? Do you conform to the laws of Bactria ? Do you have a qualification certificate for employment? Do you have a record with the relevant ministries and doors? Finally, the laws of Bactria clearly stipulate that all the people of Bactria have freedom of belief, and no organization or individual has the right to force others to convert their reasonable and legitimate beliefs. Friend, if you open your mouth and close your mouth to take refuge, I will report to the official!" Mo Xie threw away the wine bag, and sprayed it with a mouthful of wine.

“……”

The scene froze for a moment.