Ximen Hanzhao stepped backwards, his clothes were swayed by the sword qi, his eyes were blazing, he didn't see joy or anger, he pointed out with one point, one move and two styles! Jin Ge Iron Horse surged with sword qi between his five fingers, and the sound of Jin Tie was sonorous and powerful, like an axe and never going back. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Qin Xiaochuan took a step back, his fingertips condensed the light, and the faint purple light carried the heaviness of the earth. In this case, he still has no intention of using extreme tricks. In fact, it should be Ximen Hanzhao who has the wind.

The courtyard was full of dust, sword qi was rampant, and except for the two people present, there were almost no outsiders who could gain a foothold.

But at this moment, there was an extremely small sound in the room, like a slight cough when someone woke up.

Simon Hanzhao couldn't help but be distracted. This bearded, burly sword realm master is two or three rounds older than Qin Xiaochuan in appearance, in fact, the two may be about the same age, and even in terms of martial arts, it is very likely that Qin Xiaochuan will surpass the other party by a large margin. This distraction is a gap. Qin Xiaochuan raised his finger and swiped, and immediately an arc blocked the infinite sword intent, and suddenly approached forward, like a mountain with a heavy shadow. For a moment, his right hand had reached under the purple robe, faintly gripping the hilt of the black sword. No one can face the sharp sword intent that comes from an infinite attack and not be moved at all. Hearing the roar of the sword in his ears, it was like being in a boundless battlefield, and the sharp wind sound swept past his clothes and hair one after another, but it made Qin Xiaochuan's eyes more and more calm, and his steps were exactly the same, moving forward!

Before the latter move, Ximen Hanzhao's robe was flying, retreating sharply, the gesture turned sharply, and the sword intent was oblique like a waterfall for three thousand miles, which was the follow-up sword move, forcibly turning from rigid to soft. In the sword world, there are few people who can understand the sword theory more thoroughly than Ximen Hanzhao. In the sword world, only this bearded and burly elder has fused different weapons such as swords, halberds, axes, and ge, and finally the sword is no longer just a sword, but a collection of the heads of all families.

The whistling sword wind ploughed the courtyard three inches into the ground. The sword light flashed one after another, like a silver hook, like starlight in the flowing water. Every bit of starlight is enough to force the crisis, like flowing water, dissipating the momentum of the mountains, looking for a gap to kill you!

Iron Horse Jin Ge fell for nine days, originally two different sword moves, from the thickness of gold and iron, to the passion of flowing water, it is to use gold and wood, rigidity and softness, and water to meet the soil. But as soon as the wind swept away, in Ximen Hanzhao's consciousness, he could no longer lock on to the opponent on the opposite side, as if Qin Xiaochuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the scene. Over the years, in the Sealed Sword Tower, Qin Xiaochuan's light skills have improved as well as his swordsmanship, and he finally understood how to practice the speed of remembering the autumn year. When man and sword become one, then the sword is as fast as the man is.

But that's the way to remember the autumn year.

It's not that extreme here in Qin Xiaochuan. He simply used himself as if he were a sword, increasing his speed to the extreme of what his body could withstand in an instant. People follow the sword, the sword does not break, and the person does not hurt. He walked forward, erratic, like the wind, and the wind went with the water!

Between the lightning and the fire, the distance between the two was less than a foot, and the re-exchanging moves were all the most basic moves in swordsmanship. There is no weapon, but the Finger Wind Sword Intent is the sharpest weapon, flying leaves and gravel, hitting the ground with a little deep pit, dust everywhere, and being divided into a long-lasting wisp by the constantly flashing sword wind. The dust is suspended, unsinkable, like a cloud.

The various changes in the sword intent are exactly the same, the five elements are opposite, and they are evenly matched!

"You ......" Ximen Hanzhao dodged to avoid the deadly danger in the light, and the unspoken words in his mouth were as complex as the thoughts that were spinning in his heart. There is a sealed sword tower in the world, and its history may not be as long as that of the sword sea or other swordsmanship organizations, but it is carried forward in the hands of one person, and it is not a secret in the martial arts. He wanted to ask the origin of the person in front of him, but he didn't know whether to ask for a while.

At this point, the winner is decided.

The momentum of one side has declined, and the other side has turned defense into offense. After a series of dazzling quick fights, Ximen Hanzhao took another step back, clicked, and stepped on a floor tile.

In a trance, the surrounding environment seems to change slightly. But then, Qin Xiaochuan's unpredictable figure suddenly reappeared in the world, the sword momentum in his right hand reversed, and the golden mangs under his feet spread outward like lotus flowers, and the vigorous aura was immediately restricted, shattering all the remaining sword qi around him. Invisibly, this is no longer a rivalry in swordsmanship, and a wisp of Buddha light with a bright meaning is warm and peaceful, eliminating anger. Qin Xiaochuan raised his cuffs, scattered the dust around him, and the two confronted each other and looked at each other.

Ximen Hanzhao was silent for a moment, and took the initiative to eliminate the residual sword qi between his fingers. Qin Xiaochuan naturally did not have the slightest hostility on his face. Behind the two of them, He Kezhou's frightened and weak voice came: "Master...... As soon as he turned around, Ximen Hanzhao saw the upright and steady eldest disciple holding the little apprentice Mo Jiao, whose life and death were unknown, in his hands. The young man's fingers moved slightly, and the sword qi that blocked the blood veins at the mouth of his heart for a while moved, and suddenly penetrated the skin and sprayed a hazy blood mist from the back of his heart, and Mo opened his eyes with an "ah".

Sealing the veins and closing the blood, which seems to have an amazing effect, but only creates the illusion of death, is just a means to provoke an old man who has not done anything for a long time.

Qin Xiaochuan nodded and said, "Goodbye." ”

People follow the wind, and he disappears again in an instant, so fast that it is impossible to grasp with the naked eye, and it is impossible to lock the whereabouts at all.

There are talents in the country, Ximen Hanzhao took a slight breath.

"If you meet this person again in the future. He said in a deep voice, bent five fingers in his sleeve, and held a shallow blood mark on his palm: "Don't hold grudges." "Since you know that the other party is not hurting, you can't be an enemy if you can't be an enemy. The martial arts wind rises, and the pattern of the sword world will eventually change!

At this time.

Having already vaguely received the news, the Tianjiang Sect daughter Rin Ruomei interrupted her trip to find her younger brother and quickly returned to the original inconspicuous shop. She didn't alarm anyone, her figure flashed, only leaving a faint fragrance in the places she passed along the way, wearing a colorful shirt embroidered on a black background, she had put away her red plum umbrella and stood in front of a house in the backyard of the coffin shop every day.

Rin Ruomei took a deep breath and pushed open the wooden door with one palm. Occasionally, a young man would come and clean it, but there wasn't much dust on the floor, so it was impossible to tell if anyone had visited. Heavy spices are stored in two adjacent coffins, covering the purple mushroom musk that is heavier and heavier in the middle coffin. The aroma mixes together to create an unbearable smell that is impossible to stay with when mixed with the smell of a body festering due to a serious injury.

Over the years, however, Rin Ruomei has become accustomed to the smell.

Qin Xiaochuan had already formed a habit.

"Father, I can feel it...... Is he here?" Rin Ruomei pushed open the coffin and stared at the unchanging face of the Faun. As the injury improved, the once pale complexion began to gradually become rosy, and the Heavenly Frontier Faun who was now lying flat in the coffin was more like falling into an eternal slumber than the original substance of almost death. Especially after the last time, the purple light disappeared into the backyard of the coffin shop, and this feeling of "raw" became more and more obvious.

However, no one, including Rin Ruomei, could predict when the Faun would wake up. When the god of the heavenly frontier wakes up again, it may be the time when the heavenly frontier, hell and suffering realm become one again. Until then, everyone in the Heavenly Frontier is waiting.

"He has become a qualified sect son. For your former goal, now we have our men in the south, east, west, and northwest martial arts, and we have nothing to fear in the future against any forces. Rin Ruomei said: "But what is the point of everything if Tianjiang loses you? Father, you and him are both people I can't lose." ”

With a light sigh, the sleeping faun in the coffin still did not move, not knowing life, death, or whether the consciousness of the hasty return was still intact and where it was now.

Rin Ruomei hesitated for a moment, turned back, and slowly pushed open another coffin, finally relieved. In the sound of rubbing, the black long sword engraved with the moire pattern of Ganoderma lucidum that had been placed in this coffin was gone, and only the dried brown mycelium remained.

Qin Xiaochuan had indeed been here and took the sword without leaving any information.

How is he now? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Rin Ruomei pondered in her heart, whether she was relieved or anxious, and it was difficult to understand for a while.

Suddenly, there was a soft flapping of wings on the roof.

Rin Ruomei closed the coffin, quickly dodged out, and when she came back, she already had a small note in her hand. "The Western Regions have changed, and the Helan Kingdom has been destroyed...... Well. "Do you continue to lurk, or do you take advantage of the gap to seek the country?

A thought flashed in Rin Ruomei's heart. The Central Plains has nothing to do with them, the Northern Regions have a solid foundation, and the Western Regions are handed over to Yuyangjun to take care of, but it is the foreshadowing arranged by him. With such a big change happening over there, do you really ignore it completely?

For those who saw through the crisis early and didn't want to enter the game to create the hegemony of the Central Plains at all, everything that happened in this vast, fertile and prosperous land really has nothing to do with this person.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't want to risk touching Su Huan's sensitive nerve at this time to rebuild the corpse collector organization that had been destroyed by the Sword Sealing Master a few years ago. 、

In other words, the black market still exists, and the corpse collector organization naturally exists in another place that no one touches. How could the forces composed of people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes be destroyed from the roots so easily, but they were just dispersed again to the lowest level of darkness, dormant and waiting for the opportunity. For example, Qin Fake Immortal, who has obtained a large inheritance and is still at ease in the martial arts.

Leaving the turbulent half-step sea, Qin Xiaochuan, who was originally going to continue to the next battle target, was also informed by the news from the Western Regions about the war between the Helan Dynasty and the Lion Kingdom. I made a mistake in my memory for a while, and I couldn't figure out the specific relationship between the Lion Kingdom and the former Golden Lion Empire. Qin Xiaochuan Feishu Yuyangjun, it is recommended not to move for the time being. It is safer to hide behind the Mu than to walk in front of people.

What's more, the death of Jiang Yue, the former burial knife will be superintended, and who is secretly eyeing him, this matter has not been resolved, and Qin Xiaochuan doesn't want to cause more trouble. He originally preferred to walk the sunshine road, and he really didn't want to play with the conspiracy too much.

A few days later, Yuyangjun, who was far away in the Lion Kingdom of the Western Regions, received a letter. In the long years of camouflage, camouflage has long become a part of the body. After Yuyang Jun groaned, he wrote to the lord of the lion country, suggesting that Helan rebel party network be opened up, so as to track down the remnants of the dynasty in the later stage, and then had a long talk with the two disciples, after all, he spread out his true identity in the sun.

After this incident, both good and evil finally remembered Fang Chengzi's nurturing grace, and couldn't accept that the preacher was the real killer of the teacher, and he stayed away after kowtowing three times.

On the contrary, Yuyangjun's most optimistic evil at the beginning chose to stay, the reason is that he will never forget to be a teacher for a day. After bidding farewell to the lord of the lion country, Yuyang Jun took the evil Yizheng to the border between the Helan Dynasty and the Central Plains, saying that he was waiting for a person.

"The intelligence has said that Phoenix Ming, the father of the Helan Dynasty in the past, will pass through here in the near future. Before this person broke into the palace ban and snatched Helan's orphan from the hands of the lord of the country, it had consumed a lot of vitality. "Dressed in white, wearing a jade crown and holding a feather fan, Yuyangjun looked at the only path in the valley below from a high place and pointed out the style of the country: "With your merit body, with the trick of the red land, you can damage its three-point yuan gong, so that there is an ambush ahead, you can leave this person behind!"

"The phoenix can't stay. Evil is dyed red in brown hair, and his tone is affirmative: "The disciple will definitely go all out!"

"Hmm. Yuyang Jun said again: "Now you know that my original name is Vain Youlan, not your master Fang Chengzi. Do you really blame me?"

Evil is three steps behind Yuyangjun.

In terms of cultivation, nearly decades have passed, and the two brothers have already had extraordinary qualifications, and now they are already considered innate first-class masters. On the contrary, Yuyangjun has learned a lot of things, although he has obtained Fang Chengzi's martial arts secrets, he has not made as much progress as his apprentices. If it really starts, now this Yuyang Jun will definitely not be an opponent of evil and good or good and evil. And some things can't be hidden, and it is inevitable that the wolf cubs raised will learn the truth and fight back in the future, Qin Xiaochuan reminded in the letter that it is best to explain things clearly in advance, especially to focus on describing the various conspiracies and tricks of the original Fang Chengzi.

As soon as the feather fan was raised, Yuyangjun turned to look at the evil and the right.

Evil is also righteous: "My brother has decided to leave, if I leave again, Shizun will have no one to help him stay in the Western Regions." ”

Yuyangjun: "Hah." Whether what you say is true or not, since you stay, I will still treat you like a nephew......! Man, here!"

A carriage in the distance.

The carriage walked on the loess road, disturbed by the stones, and the speed was not very fast. The driver had black hair and a long beard, a sword box on his back, a long-sleeved robe, and an outstanding demeanor, which was none other than the phoenix Ming, the father of the Helan Dynasty who had fallen.

"Do you know why I chose to ambush here?"

The goal is about to be achieved, and Yuyang Jun has the heart to advise: "Although Phoenix Ming is from a difficult situation, he has an old relationship with a master who destroys the wheel. He had been away from the Helan Dynasty for a long time, and it was only because of the incident that our lord sent troops that he was alarmed. This time, after he saves people, he will definitely not stay in the Western Regions for a long time, and he will inevitably return to the Central Plains through this place, and then return to the Wheel of Destruction through the Narrow Dao Heavenly Pass!"

"Therefore, any thing needs to know its roots before it can be laid out, such as ......" The carriage has marched to the bottom of the high ground and is within the preset range, Yuyang Jun's eyes flashed, and he suddenly waved down the feather fan: "Do it!"

"Yes. ”

Evil Yizheng is a sword and a sword with both hands, and the sound is deep for a moment, the sword and sword are like the sunset, and the magnificent red light suddenly submerges into the body of Yuyang Jun from the rear, and it passes through the body in an instant, and it is already blood-stained loess!