The man known as Uncle Fan stroked the blade of the cyan sword in his hand, looked at the crimson scythe floating on the surface of the river, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing unsurpassed confidence.

The sword in his hand also seemed to smell something delicious at this time, and it made a soft sound, and he looked very excited, ready to attack at any time.

Uncle Fan is wearing a black cloud suit, the cloud suit design is a bit unique, the cuffs are wide, and the other parts are close to the body except for the long corners of the clothes, the breeze blows, the corners of the clothes are wavy and elegant, he is a little thin, and he looks like he is in his fifties and has black hair, but the sideburns are slightly frosty, but the two palms exposed outside the cuffs are very wide and rough.

His eyes shone strangely as he looked at the crimson scythe.

The appearance of the crimson scythe is very terrifying, normal people will stand up a cold hair when they see it, just the hook wrapped in red flesh skin that surfaces to the surface, motionless, the most reminiscent of the bottom of the river is a behemoth with a sickle on its head?

Such a creature, Uncle Fan's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance and greed.

Because, he's killed a lot of Blood Scythe Beasts!

This has to start with an incident that circulated among the people ten years ago.

In the southern part of the wasteland, in the national mirror of the Peerless Kingdom, dense forests decorate the earth, undulating and stretching to the end.

One evening, when the setting sun had precipitated impetuousness, a fisherman who lived here met such creatures on a large river that no one cared about.

At that time, the fisherman was laying a net on the bank of the river, when he saw a blood-red sickle appear in the middle of the river and swim towards him.

At first, the fisherman thought it was just a common scythe, and reached out to touch it with the idea of picking it up, but suddenly found that his fingers were stained with an unknown crimson liquid, and the smell was terrible, and he instinctively abandoned it, but the sickle had a strong suction, trying to pull him into the river.

The fisherman was frightened, and desperately tried to break free, and ran back to the village with the net, and told everyone about it, hoping that someone would kill the terrifying monster, otherwise they would not be able to make a living from fishing.

The news spread immediately, and two days later, three outsiders came to the village, dressed in identical black cloud suits and each wearing a long sword at their waists, claiming to have come to kill the water monster.

The villagers were delighted to hear this, asked the three to stay, and also arranged accommodation.

In the days that followed, they would go out every three days, and they didn't know what to do, until one day the three men said that they had killed all the monsters, and then left the village.

Since that time, there has been no news of such a monster haunting.

In order to repay those three people, people inquired about their whereabouts, only to know that they were the capable people who specialized in hunting that kind of water monster, and they were known as the third uncle of the southern faction!

......

Uncle Fan looked at the crimson sickle in the river.

"It's rare to see a level like yours, it seems that you can't kill it all at once, it will take some time, although it's a little troublesome, but you have the chance to win...... I met Fan and others, you are unlucky today!"

He was very indifferent, and his tone was slow and didn't make people feel any murderous intent, just like an ordinary person who was approachable.

The long sword in Uncle Fan's hand was ready to move.

The people on the banks of the river waited for an opportunity to move, but the blood sickle in the river remained motionless.

"So, as a person who specializes in hunting you, if I don't mind, I can cut off your tentacles with the sword below, how about now?"

Uncle Fan always talked to himself, and suddenly made a move, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, a fierce sword qi stabbed out, forming a white light and shadow in the air!

This movement attracted the attention of Jiang Zhuang, who had climbed halfway up the mountain, his eyes were round, and he saw the sword qi thrown out by Uncle Fan on the river bank piercing into the water, and as soon as he touched the surface of the water, he saw that the river was boiling with the naked eye, and a column of water mist burst out there.

Then, the sword qi split the river, forming a narrow canal!

At the very front of the canal was the white sword qi, exuding a powerful power of true qi, but when it slashed at the water surface of the crimson scythe less than five meters, it stopped abruptly and wilted.

This kind of attack doesn't seem to be able to help the Blood Scythe Beast.

Rumble!

Uncle Fan struck out the second sword qi again, this aura was a lot stronger, chopping waves, obviously stronger.

The Blood Scythe in the river, still motionless.

When the sword qi approached, I saw that a crimson tentacle suddenly stretched out from under its turbid river without warning, and the surface of the tentacle was full of slimy red liquid, and it faced the sword qi until it slapped over!

This action seems simple, but it is not simple, because the shock that erupted in the sky rushed to the sky and cut the clouds.

When the tentacle and the sword qi faltered, it was not necessarily damaged, but the sword qi shattered in a single blow.

A light crackling sound, sharp in the ears.

This scene surprised Jiang Zhuang and the others, and at the same time couldn't help frowning, Uncle Fan's swordsmanship was indeed superb, but he was still inferior to the water monster.

"A battle of this level is just a temptation, and neither side has shown their strength," Zheng Changxiong's voice said slowly.

"Them?"

"That's right, this Blood Scythe Beast is very strong, stronger than all they have encountered before, and it is more than several times stronger, Uncle Fan alone is not its opponent at all. Zheng Changxiong did not immediately answer Jiang Zhuang's question.

"However, it's a good thing that I invited them here without knowing in advance that there would be Blood Scythe Beasts here, so that I will have the opportunity to see the power of these three people's 'Southern Sect Sword Technique', such a great opportunity is really rare!"

"Southern School Sword Technique? Lord Zheng refers to the third uncle of the Southern School?"

"Well, it's the third uncle of the Southern Sect!"

The third uncle of the southern faction?

After a while, Jiang Zhuang finally understood that the sword master who claimed Uncle Fan was one of the famous third uncles of the Southern Sect!

Oh my God, this is a big man, these three people are all strong people who are about to step from the ninefold peak of the Xuanwu Realm to the Xuanling Realm, and they are an existence that cannot be compared with a high-level first-grade centurion like him, and his cultivation is only in the early stage of the Xuanwu Realm Sixfold.

Looking at Uncle Fan, who was standing majestically on the riverbank, he couldn't help but admire.

The Southern School Sword Technique is the strongest sword technique created by the Third Uncle of the Southern School so far, and it has a great reputation in the southern region of the wasteland, making countless warriors in awe.

And the third uncle of the southern faction is one of the forces in the southern boundary of the wasteland, it is not a dozen people, let alone a force composed of fifty or hundreds of people.

The third uncle of the southern faction, as the name suggests, is a force composed of three people.

That's right, just the three of them!

"Lord Zheng, what do you mean by the Blood Scythe Beast?"

As a centurion, his position is humble, and because of personal reasons, Jiang Zhuang doesn't know much, so he couldn't help but ask again.

"The Blood Scythe Beast is not worth mentioning, it is introduced in the "Wasteland Barbarian Beast Catalog", this brute beast is an eighth-order aquatic brute beast with twelve tentacles, nothing more, known as the overlord of the water...... Okay, everyone hurry up, and strive to catch the body of the Martial King before noon!"

Zheng Changxiong was a little disgusted with Jiang Xu, because Jiang Xu's appearance was that he didn't know anything about the "Catalogue of Wasteland Beasts", which made him feel very disappointed.

No wonder this person's lifelong dream is only the position of centurion, not a thousand.

Jiang Xu's ability is strong, but he himself lacks a sense of responsibility, and since he came here, he has noticed Jiang Xu.

Zheng Changxiong always showed a kind of disapproval of the development of the situation, but it did not mean that Jiang Zhuang was disapproving, because Jiang Yu and he thought of a completely different direction.

Jiang Yu was a little unhappy, didn't you just say that you wanted to see the swordsmanship of the southern sect of the third uncle of the southern faction, the three of them may have all arrived, don't you look at it?

Also, the eighth-order water overlord, why is it not worth mentioning?

Do you think it's a joke?

An eighth-order brute, fifteen first-class centurions like me are not enough for it to stuff its teeth, is it okay, and he still says these two words?

Then why don't you go up, who wouldn't stand and say cool things?

Jiang Zhuang was squeezed out in his stomach, the commander spoke too hurtfully, I know you are very strong, but you also take into account our feelings, right?

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words, so he could only hide them in his heart, and the deeper he hid, the better.

However, how could his thoughts escape the hoarse and low-voiced two Grade A centurions with whom he spent his days and nights?

Brush!

Sure enough, two pairs of different eyes stared at Jiang Zhuang in unison.

Jiang Zhuang waved his hand......

Those B-grade centurions who originally thought that they could stay and watch the swordsmanship of the Southern Sect, when they heard the words of the commander, they were all reluctant, although they knew that this was a great opportunity to witness the power of the Southern Sect's swordsmanship, but this opportunity was more important than the body of the Martial King in Zheng Changxiong's eyes!

"Report!"

At this time, I saw a centurion walking out of the chaotic wood, his speed was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Zheng Changxiong, bowed his waist and said: "Lord Zheng, the primeval woods in front are really dense, plus the smell of many brute beasts, I can't keep up with the speed of the young man in red, I'm afraid he has already run away!"

Smell?

This centurion was able to identify directions based on smell, which is amazing, how did he do it?

Zheng Changxiong waved his hand: "It's okay, I forgot that this is the Ruins Domain, your sense of smell can't be as flexible as when you were in the Wasteland, but don't worry, he can't escape far." ”

Zheng Changxiong is confident, although the mountainside is still far from the top of the mountain, there are dead trees and rocks on the way, and there are countless obstacles, he still shows an indifferent attitude.

As he said, he must catch the body of the martial king before noon, he is bound to win!

Rustle!

Thirty men immediately set off and hurried towards the top of the mountain.

And on the bank of the river at the foot of the mountain, there was already a big battle at this moment.

The other two people of the third uncle of the southern faction, Uncle Liu and Uncle Qing, have all appeared, plus Uncle Fan, the three of them each hold a cyan long sword, which looks powerful and domineering!

The three of them drew a word in the air at the same time, and then slashed at it.

Then, Uncle Qing jumped forward, and the long sword danced in the air with a vertical sword mark.

Uncle Liu and Uncle Fan followed closely, their long swords dancing in the air, and their sword qi was like a rainbow......

Rumble!

It seems that the word "south" in the text of a Xuanyue Kingdom was drawn by them in this way, and this is indeed a "south" character in the Xuanyue Kingdom, and the shape is not the word "south"!

"Separate, Fusion, Kill!"

I saw that the coefficient of the Nanzi in the air was decomposed, and each was divided into three sword qi, which was fused into their long sword, and the three of them divided one Nanzi equally, making the breath of the long sword in their hands even more terrifying.

It's just three breaths!

This is the Southern School of Swordsmanship......

Is it so gorgeous? yes, it's so gorgeous? What's the use? Uh, who knows?

......

Rumble!

The three majestic huge sword qi collided with the twelve crimson tentacles, and the sound of steel in the air resounded through the sky, and the churning aura that burst out of it could be felt even by Ye Chen on the mountain peak.

"The Southern Sect's swordsmanship is very special, but it's just so powerful that it's all useless in the eyes of the Blood Scythe!" Ye Chen said.

He clenched the spear in his hand, and the walls of his pupils flashed with the fierce fighting by the river.

The strength of the third uncle of the Southern Sect is very strong, however, Ye Chen has seen the true strength of the Blood Scythe with his own eyes, so the swordsmanship of the Southern Sect that looks gorgeous and domineering is just a small skill of carving insects, and the Blood Scythe should be easy to handle.

He stood on a small tree next to Xiaoqing, which was four meters tall and half a cut shorter than Xiaoqing.

"Xiaoqing, the blood sickle is fighting, aren't you going to help it? Wouldn't it be better to beat those three people all over the ground to find teeth at once?" Ye Chen's face was excited, and he was only relieved when he saw that the people from the outside world were in a miserable state.

"Wow~"

Xiao Qing shook his huge wings lightly, and then turned the wide eagle's back and faced Ye Chen, as if signaling him to jump up.

"Uh, let's go!"

Xiao Qing's sudden movement puzzled him, but just as he finished speaking, a voice in unison came from the air.

"Want to go?"

Ye Chen's deep gaze swept sharply towards the source of the sound, it was a giant tree, but there was no human figure.

Burst!

Xiao Qing's wings shook in the void, and a cyan holy feather flew out, until at the trunk of the giant tree, in an instant, the giant tree was directly brushed by the cyan feather, and it was cut off from it, and the section was smooth!

The giant tree fell, but nothing was found.

The voice was clearly two people, but they had to speak at the same time, which was disgusting.

At this time, the voice sounded again, and Ye Chen knew that this was a means, that is, the sound was very smooth.

"It's just dangerous, it's really worthy of the green feather cloud eagle, this power is really terrifying, it's a pity, the little young eagle is the little young eagle, compared to the adult green feather cloud eagle, it's really vulnerable, I advise you to put down the body of the martial king, otherwise I will roast you and eat!"