The crowd of onlookers gradually increased, three floors inside and three floors outside, the streets where the original pedestrian flow was instantly crowded, no matter which era our people and the masses are the most fond of joining in the fun, the days are so dull, how can you get by without adding some materials?

Yi Fan's expression became more and more unkind, and he was seriously injured and had every reason to kill Liu Qianyi and the bearded man, and after letting the two go, he came to seek revenge, which was really kind and not rewarded. But he is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated by others, thinking of this, Yi Fan's right hand held the hilt of the sword, and he pulled it out at any time to meet the enemy.

"Poor Dao is the elder of the Huashan faction, Liu Qianyi is a nephew, now Qianyi has gone, and it is related to the three, I hope that the three will go to the Huashan faction to find out the truth, and the three will be fair. The white-haired Taoist priest clasped his hands into fists and saluted, looking extremely friendly, in fact, he didn't do this to find out the truth, although blood was thicker than water, but he didn't have the slightest good impression of the disrespectful Liu Qianyi, not to mention that Liu Qianyi had been expelled from the door wall, and it was completely unjustifiable in name.

He had only one purpose - the Xuanjin Sword in Ling Tian's hand.

The puff is not guilty of his guilt, this saying has been passed down through the ages, there was nothing wrong before, there is no mistake now, and it will not be wrong in the future. There will always be greedy people, whether they should look out for their own interests or not, and take away what is useful to him and precious to you.

There is only one way to break this law, to become strong and protect important people and things.

So the three men followed them to the north......

There are three reasons: one is that the other party treats each other politely, Ling Tian and the others naturally can't be rude, and a peaceful solution is exactly what they want, and the other is that Ling Tian's skills are stronger than ever at the moment, and strength is the biggest dependence, so he is not afraid of what waves the other party will make. The third is that Ling Tian found a few unusual breaths in the crowd, and there were several pairs of eyes staring at him, this aura was by no means owned by the human race and the dragon race.

Whether it was the God Race or the Demon Race or the Demon Race? It was impossible to be sure, because Ling Tian had felt the breath of the human race and the dragon race, and the only thing he knew for sure was that the comer was not good.

If the visitor is not good, then go to a remote place to lure the snake out of the hole to see the truth.

As the sun set, the sun's only remaining brilliance fell on the mountainside, Bing Ning followed Ling Tian in a very comfortable mood, thinking that his sweetheart would recover his strength after taking the dragon spirit, and there was a few more possibilities to find an antidote, for the supreme wish, even if it was only half a percent increase in the possibility, it was enough to make the expectation ecstatic.

If it can be solved this time, it will definitely be solved next time, and then ......

The psychology of a woman is indeed incomprehensible, as night falls, the last afterglow of the sunset is submerged and swallowed by the darkness, and the stars in the sky begin to shine, Yi Fan Ling Tian can't help but be secretly alert in his heart, only Bing Ning is intoxicated with romantic and beautiful fantasies.

It's so late, what is this for? The Huashan faction is thousands of miles away from this place, and it is impossible for mortals to arrive in one day, if they really want to go back to the Huashan faction, they should find an inn to rest for a night, instead of walking to the sparsely populated forest of the forest......

Yi Fan was secretly on guard, he was more apprehensive than Ling Tian, and his hand holding the sword was even harder, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The three of them turned around, and only two pairs of shining eyes could be seen in the night, which were not fair at all, purely the eyes of hungry wolves hunting for food, and the beauty and treasures perfectly aroused their greedy hearts, like vampires who smell the scent of blood, facing irresistible temptations.

The combat power of the bearded man is equal to air, Liu Qianren must be no less than the dead Liu Qianyi, and the old man who was silent on the side and never spoke, it seems that all this has nothing to do with him, he just went to move a stool and sit down to watch the excitement. The words Hermit! These two words came to Ling Tian's mind.

Hermits, seemingly ordinary, seemingly superfluous, seemingly non-existent, are the most terrible enemies.

You don't know when he arrives and sends a fatal sword, and then he will look at you faintly and look up at the night sky, as if all this has nothing to do with him, he is just a passer-by, just happened to meet you who was seriously injured.

"Didn't you say you want to give us justice?" Ling Tian sneered contemptuously, he hated this kind of villain who didn't keep his promise to achieve his goal.

"Dao Ye's sword is justice!" The dark and shrouded mountains flickered with a glowing glow on the sword body with a faint starlight, and a chill emanated from Liu Qianren's sword, becoming a kind of killing intent in its own right.

In the endless night, I don't know whose sword is fleeting, just like the thunder and lightning illuminate the heavens and the earth for a moment and then fall silent, and a life is irretrievably lost. This is something that Liu Qianren often does, and he enjoys that moment, the thrill of being the master of human life, and there is nothing to replace it.

A flash of swordlight!

But it didn't disappear, just a little spark in the wind, and then it showed its original form.

Yi Fan's sword is already known for its speed, and he kept drawing his sword and practicing for three or four hours every day before meeting Ling Tian, but it was a pity that he did not attach his true power to his entire arm, no matter how hard he tried, it was limited in the end, and his speed was suppressed by the other party when he fought against Liu Qianyi.

But now it was different, in his spare time, Ling Tian had already told Yi Fan the law of true power operation, and when he drew his sword, the meridians of his arm would be attached to the true element, and such a speed increase was not just a level!

Yi Fan's iron sword suppressed Liu Qianren's sword downward, although all the bearded men present were masters, and they could see objects clearly with the faint starlight in the dark, but after all, they couldn't let go of any subtleties.

Yi Fan's iron sword is mortal iron, paid to the blacksmith shop for a tael of silver after three hours to build, after the sun and rain, the sword body has rusted, at this moment it is difficult to bear the sharpness of Liu Qianren's sword, a crack quickly spread from one side of the sword body to the other, cracking a gap.

A sword light provoked from the bottom to the top, and stabbed through the iron sword body, but fortunately it didn't hit Yi Fan, he already felt bad, and his body retreated......

It's a pity that the sword that has been with me for so many years...... Yi Fan held the broken sword silently, he lost, but not in speed, but in the sword itself......

It is undeniable that the quality of a swordsman's sword affects the outcome of the battle, and one of the conditions for victory is to have a sword that suits him well.

In ancient times, Jun Xia, a young man of the human race, relied on the power of the sword of killing gods and demons, swept the two worlds of gods and demons, and the sword was contaminated with the blood of many gods and demons, so that the lower gods felt the breath of the sword and were frightened, and they were completely unable to suppress the fear of the rigid wooden standing in place, as if the two gods of water and fire were also frightened and frightened, and it was not a myth that a mediocre person got a divine soldier to slaughter a city.

Exercises, treasures, weapons, medicinal herbs, these are all items that mortals are desperately fighting for.