Li Xuan quietly looked at the roaring youth. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo Nan's handsome face was distorted and deformed due to excessive excitement, and at this time, what appeared in Li Xuan's mind was the palace change seventeen years ago, the bloodshed, and the event that changed the course of history.

At that time, the young man may have not been born yet, or he may have been a babbling child. The grievances between his fathers didn't have much to do with him, but judging from his performance today, if he ends up in a different place one day, he will definitely be to blame.

A figure has disappeared in a flash, and the speed is amazing.

I don't know when, Nangong proudly took a sword from the hand of a guard and stabbed at Luo Nan, who was roaring.

In his eyes, Luo Nan was already a dead man. From the moment this person bullied his sister, there was no room for any turnaround.

Among the sisters in the family, only the second sister is the one who treats him best, perhaps because the second sister is very good to anyone. Only for the second sister, Nangong Ao is from the bottom of his heart, and no one can bully the second sister in front of him.

Since being tempered by Li Xuan's blood, this was the first time he had shot with all his might, the wind was whistling in his ears, and a trace of heat erupted from the depths of his heart, surging all over his body.

Those subtle dark golden grains penetrated through every muscle, blood, and bone of his body, almost all in his mind, the sword had been pierced, and the previous obscure sword moves became more straightforward and concise in his eyes at this time.

It was as if a messy twine had been untied one by one in front of him, turning into a clear vein.

The mercury from his heart flowed through his brain, bringing twice the oxygen capacity of a normal person. At this time, his head was very calm, his eyes were very sharp, and the flow of air particles in a radius of ten feet clearly appeared in his field of vision.

The endless power of the group gathered in the right hand holding the sword, and he felt that the long sword in his hand suddenly became like a light feather, and he could hardly feel any power.

But as the sword momentum unfolded, the surging vitality erupted from his acupuncture and poured into the sword body, and a layer of hazy sword qi surged and rushed on the long sword, just like the beginning of Hongmeng and the beginning of all things.

There are things that are mixed into congenital birth, lonely and independent without change, and they can be the first in the world. Therefore, the Tao is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and the domain is great, and the human law is the earth, the earth is the sky, the heaven is the way, and the Tao is natural.

The sword style is clumsy, back to basics, chaotic as one, and natural as a spirit.

This sword comes from the Nangong family's top technique "Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra", the sword that Nangong Ao stabbed at Li Xuan was the pinnacle of the "Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra" sword "Open Heaven", if it wasn't for the big gap in strength, maybe Li Xuan would have to suffer a secret loss.

At this time, Nangong Ao's physical function has been greatly improved, and there is a qualitative leap, and the sword that moves in his heart is called "Wuyan", and it is flying wantonly.

The most surprising thing is to follow Nangong Mufeng, he is the most aware of his nephew's virtues, and the various genius treasures that Nangong has used on him for so many years are enough to pile up two grandmasters.

Although this kid has a strong understanding and a high talent, how can he have a treasure mountain but he doesn't take it for himself, he wanders around the Qinglou Hook Fence all day long, and his body is hollowed out by wine at a young age.

The Nangong family's various advanced martial arts classics are at his disposal, but they can only be practiced to the second-rate realm, and according to his performance, it is estimated that it will be difficult to set foot in the first-class place in this life.

But with the demeanor and strength shown by the sword just now, it can already be regarded as a real first-class master. is to use such a sword by yourself, it is estimated that you can achieve such a change if you break through the sky, and it is estimated that at most you will be stronger than this kid in terms of strength.

There is a successor to the Nangong family, and Nangong Mufeng thought of it comfortingly. But after the big joy, there is a great advantage, what makes Ao'er have such a big change, and will this change bring some unpredictable variables.

Nangong Mufeng's eyes were obscure, and he looked at Li Xuan's figure with a little more fear, Nangong Ao's changes all came from seeing this benefactor, so the source of everything came from this young man.

As if sensing Nangong Mufeng's gaze, Li Xuan turned his head and smiled at him, signaling not to worry about Nangong Ao.

Nangong Mufeng responded with a slight bow.

The guards who followed the Nangong family around barely caught a trace of Nangong Ao's shadow, and they all closed their mouths in surprise, when did the young master become so awesome?

Nangong Ao could even clearly see the trace of horror on Luo Nan's distorted face, which was the most instinctive reaction of a creature to danger.

No one is not afraid of death, even the bravest fighter will carry the fear of the unknown when he faces death.

Luo Nan is a noble emperor, extremely noble, he must be hugged before and after traveling, and he is indispensable to the guards of masters, and he has never experienced that kind of dangerous persecution.

But when the danger really came, he felt more and more fear. At this time, he regretted it for the first time, why did he tear his face with Zuoqiu.

The majestic sword qi shredded the clouds and smoke, the dust, the arrogance, and the self-esteem. If kneeling can survive now, Luo Nan will kneel without hesitation.

He could already feel the pain and coldness that was like a sharp knife cutting his body, he subconsciously covered his face with his hands, and his mind was already blank, it turned out that death was such a terrible thing.

With a loud bang, the ripples of the cracking air ripples scattered out in all directions, and Nangong was castrated, and the long sword in his hand deviated from its original trajectory.

Zuo Qiu's hand was holding a half-meter-long thick-backed short knife, which was dark and heavy, and the material could not be seen, but the cold chill made people involuntarily chill up.

Such a fast knife, such a strong force.

The previous silent man had been ignored by others, intentionally or unintentionally, because of his profundity, until he was scolded by Luo Nan like a turtle grandson, and he just endured it and didn't dare to make a move.

In the eyes of the arrogant and violent Liangzhou people, this kind of behavior is really not what a man should do, and has been deeply despised by most of the onlookers, even Zuoqiu himself is a victim.

But the amazing knife just now really blinded the eyes of most of the onlookers, even Li Xuan felt that the knife just now made it beautiful.

Not long ago, Li Xuan was a grandmaster-level master with a knife, ranking forty-ninth on the land list. If the thick and solemn nature of the mountain is used to describe Tuoba Heng's sword intent, then the knife on Zuoqiu just now is the straightforwardness of a horse and a flat river.

Zuoqiu was born in the military, and his words and deeds are deeply in line with the way of marching soldiers, and his sword skills and martial arts are also biased towards straightforwardness, simplicity, directness, and bursting. The moves are not pretty, but practical.

Nangong Ao's sword intent just now rushed to the extreme, like ten thousand horses rushing together, a row of huge waves were about to rush up, and Zuoqiu was able to find a breakthrough in an instant, intercepting the middle of the road, it can be seen that although this person is not famous, he is by no means an ordinary person.

Nangong Ao's body turned, stepping on the seven stars under his feet, and the sword style rolled, as if stabbing Zuoqiu's body from seven directions together.

Zuoqiu pushed Luo Nan back more than ten meters away, stepped out with his left foot, shattered the bluestone under his feet, and rushed up against the sword net arranged by Nangong Ao.

The short knife in his hand exudes a dignified sword, like a tiger out of the cape, roaring mountains and forests.