The man in black raised his other hand slightly, and a pale cyan barrier appeared out of thin air, enveloping the two of them.

The old beggar's eyes narrowed even tighter, and he said, "This is the enchantment, it seems that you came prepared." ”

The man in black said in a deep voice: "Yes, it can block all the breath and sound inside, I am afraid that you will scream and attract Chen Feng, who is broken and perfect, he is not something I can deal with." ”

At this point, every step taken is a great improvement, not to mention Chen Feng, who is unique in the cultivation world of kendo?

"You may not know that when I hadn't left here, the first swordsman of the Changming Sect was not Brother Chen Feng, but me. ”

The old beggar's bamboo stick swept forward, and the fierce energy burst out, and the earth within the barrier shook, and the earth tumbled, as if it had been ploughed by a country farmer, and it was extremely soft.

A silver light flashed on the wrist of the man in black, and the cold air in his palm suddenly intensified, like winter was coming, the air around him gradually became cold, and the walls of the connection boundary were covered with a thin layer of frost.

If Feng Xiaohan was here, he would definitely feel that this palm power was familiar, and it was extremely similar to the winter cold aura of the Barbarian Domain that he simulated when he practiced the Winter Cold Palm.

The old beggar's eyes became even deeper, and that silver light was obviously a high-grade magic weapon, which actually increased his Yin Cold palm power several times in an instant.

This palm is wrapped in the wind, and when it attacks, it dances like a wind and snow, and attacks the opponent.

Although there is only one palm, it seems to have countless palms, and the palm power is as dense as snowflakes in winter, enveloping the four fields.

The old beggar held one end of the club as if he were holding the hilt of a sword, and the other end was black like the tip of a sword because of the years of clubbing in the mud.

This bamboo stick is three feet long, and the body of the stick is straight and incomparably hard.

The old beggar used the bamboo stick as a sword, the power did not decrease at all, but there was more of an almost condensed heaviness, and his fifty years of begging career, he had already faded away from the aristocratic atmosphere of the temple, and the sword used at this time was a little less upright, but it was also more vulgar in the red dust.

Life

In the red dust.

The red dust thing is something that no one can get rid of, even if you live in seclusion in the mountains and stop thinking about the red dust, you will still be troubled by the world.

The man in black looked at the bamboo stick that broke through the snow, and felt bitter in his heart.

In the face of this sword, he actually felt that there was no way to avoid it.

This move has gone beyond the realm of the sword.

For he made not the sword, but the bitterness of fifty years of begging.

At the next moment when the stick was released, the body of the stick also erupted with a sword roar, like a dragon's groan.

The bamboo stick and the palm had not yet touched, but the Hongchen sword intent and the power of Sen Han's palm came first, colliding together in front of the two of them, and a piercing buzzing sound erupted.

The enchantment was dusty and cloudy.

The next moment, the sticks and palms were facing each other, and the stirred Yuan Qi shook the flying dust into powdery dust, and shot out to the surroundings with the air flow brought by the Yuan Qi.

The two figures swept backwards at a rapid pace, reaching the side of the barrier wall.

"I knew that the senior Cui of Changming made a dragon tongue sword, and I was surprised to see you fighting with a bamboo stick that day, it turned out that this was that sword. ”

The man in black covered his chest, obviously suffering serious internal injuries, looked at the other party and sighed and said: "It's a pity that a good sword is actually used as a bamboo cane, and you are afraid of insulting the ancestors who have held this sword in the past." ”

"It's so insightful, I can still remember this sword after so many years, and it's really good eyesight, and I can see through the mysteries here. ”

The old beggar breathed heavily, knelt on one knee, and sneered: "I don't think you guys talk like they were born in a small place, so you should be a disciple of a family." ”

He looked at the two small holes in the mask of the man in black, and asked seriously, "Who are you?"

"You asked me last time, but you didn't get an answer, and you won't be this time. ”

The man in black stood up, his fingers slightly spread, and said, "Now is not the time, you will know when you should know." ”

The old beggar also suppressed the blood tumbling in his chest at this time, and said with a smile: "Boss, I can fight for another three hundred rounds, what about you?"

The man in black was silent, and the bracelet on his wrist shone with a faint silver light, easily reminiscent of the color of the moon.

"After all, you have just broken through the Collapse, how long can you maintain your vitality?"

The old beggar also stood up, and as his back gradually straightened, his own aura also rose, and it was extremely thick.

The man in black reached into his sleeve, took out a short sword with a sheath, pondered for a moment, and pulled the sword out.

As the sword was drawn, the air in the enchantment also rhythmized, and the sound of the sword was close to people's hearts.

The old beggar's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked a little gloomy.

In his eyes, the man in black in front of him became a little taller, and that majestic aura came to his face, which made people feel the urge to bow down and want to worship.

"Breathtaking, sword slashing heart?"

The old beggar raised his eyebrows and said, "This is the Sword of Punishment, how can you do it?"

The man in black kept his mouth shut, he watched the competition of the disciples of the Eleventh Peak, and the two battles of Feng Xiaohan against Li Xiaofan and Lou Tingyu impressed him deeply, especially the sword intent that made him think.

Through this month's realization, I continue to simulate the situation of that day.

He can also use the fur of the Sword of Punishment, but he still doesn't understand the essence of it.

Feeling the aura of a king who was not grandiose, the old beggar sneered: "I have also seen Feng Xiaohan cultivate the Sword of Punishment, the sword intent is grand, it is indeed terrifying, it is best to use it to take the lead when fighting, but your sword intent is not as good as half of his, and it is really a loss of your identity as a master like you." ”

The grandeur of the Heart Punishment Sword can deter the other party, and if you encounter someone with a slightly weaker cultivation and a cowardly character, you can even directly scare the other party.

And the black-clothed man's Heart Punishment Sword and the Feng Xiaohan of the Spirit Transformation Realm are much inferior, not to mention that he himself is still in the Void Realm, in front of the cultivation behind him, such a sword intent seems a little delicate, and it can even be said to be obscene.

The head of the man in black shook slightly, as if he was laughing silently, and suddenly the sword light triumphed, illuminating the square land within the enchantment.

Even the old beggar felt a little dazzling when the sword was bright, he opened his mouth wide and exclaimed: "Xilin Xiaojian, this is the Xilin Xiaojian of the Tang Dynasty." ”

Even children in the human world know that the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty had ten helpers.

But most people knew the names of nine of them, and the names of the tenth were all big names at the time.

Now this man's name has disappeared from the history books, but the legend he left behind has been sung by future generations.

Chongzhou has been cultivating for ten years, and Kyushu has defeated the lion in the dark situation.

There is no trace of returning, and there is no place to rely on a sword.

This is the founding emperor who got drunk one day and praised these ten right-hand men, and a soy sauce poem written by a young scholar for the tenth master when he passed by.

The emperor applauded and rewarded him with a hundred taels of gold and silver.

No one had ever seen the true face of this dagger until he died, because everyone who had seen it had died, except himself.

He was the strongest assassin recorded in the history books, never missed a shot in his life, and his trick was listed as the most terrifying nirvana.

This small sword of the West was not buried after the death of the director, but was collected by the palace to show its true face to the world.

Since it is collected, how can it appear here?

"I've been hiding in Changmingzong for so long and no one has been able to find me, what's the point of going to the palace to get something?"

The man in black said lightly: "If it weren't for me taking the initiative to appear here twice, you are afraid that you will never find me." ”