In the Northeast, a nameless snowfield. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky and the earth are snow-white, and although the sun hangs high in the sky, it cannot bring a trace of warmth to the extremely cold place of the northeast, and the air is still cold to the bones.

The cold wind blew by, bringing up flakes of snow, flying in the air and landing on the vast snowfield.

In the empty and snow-white world, there is a black shadow, standing in the center of this world, like a black insect jumping and moving in the small world.

Chen Xiao's face was calm, his calm state of mind was like a cold snowfield, he was meticulous, practicing the moves of the sixty-four hands of the palace family over and over again, and if you look closely, his moves are a little different. Sixty-four hands are both offensive and defensive, ever-changing, it is a set of righteous kung fu, but Chen Xiao has a little more weird taste when he practices at the moment, and the sixty-four hands are no longer like sixty-four hands, but more like a set of swordsmanship, which has become sixty-four swords.

He is trying to turn the sixty-four hands into his own trick sword, so as to perfect the trick sword swordsmanship, the sixty-four hands are far more clever than the trick sword swordsmanship that Chen Xiao himself pondered, since he left the palace family for three months, he has practiced every day, and now he has achieved a small success, the will of Dugu Kendo can no longer pose a threat to him, he recently feels that the day of breakthrough is getting closer and closer, as little as three days, more than one year, he will be able to break into the innate realm!

"This hand is not good, it is too positive, it is too far from my way of treacherous swords, abandon it!"

"This hand is too dangerous, and the way of the sword requires a surprise victory, fit, and improvement and retention ......"

In three months, until today, Chen Xiao finally sorted out the sixty-four hands and turned them into the prototype of his treacherous sword technique! Since then, the sixty-four hands have turned into thirty-two tricky sword swordsmanship in his hands.

"Draw the sword, hook the sword, stab the sword, sweep the sword, cross the sword...... The tricky sword technique has finally been achieved! Chen Xiao finished practicing the tricky sword and swordsmanship in one go, only to feel an extremely smooth feeling coming out of his bones, the tricky sword and swordsmanship are both offensive and defensive, unpredictable, and the practice is complete!

"Ahh Chen Xiao let out a long roar, and the sound shook the four fields.

"Boom!" With a swing of his fist, it was as if a peerless sword was unsheathed, Chen Xiao was at his fingertips, and the mystery of swordsmanship was no longer the slightest fog, and he seemed to have insight into everything.

Although I have not entered the congenital, but I already have innate combat power, the way of the sword, really live up to my years of hard work, both offensive and defensive, the power is amazing, my sword intent has finally formed, and the battle with the lonely defeat is long.

The black robe swayed in the wind, and the snowflakes fell on the mink collar on his shoulders, dyeing him snow-white, and with a slight shake of his body, countless snowflakes were shaken out, and he walked out of the snow field step by step, and a lonely grass house behind him collapsed, this was his temporary residence for three months of retreat, and now it was finally useless, he was out of the customs!

Gong Baosen died, died quietly, died at the hands of his own personal disciple Ma San, the poor generation of grandmasters ended up like this, Ma San threw himself into the sun, the momentum soared, and the Northeast national art world completely succumbed to his might, and no one dared to touch the tiger's beard.

Gong Baosen once said that he wanted Ma to become famous after 30 years, but Ma San couldn't wait, and the desperate desire that had been suppressed for many years, thirsting for glory and wealth, and thirsting for supreme honor, once he cast himself into the sun, all this was realized.

Ma San floated, he dared to argue with his master, and even dared to kill the master and killed Gong Baosen with his own hands.

In the huge northeast, in the entire national art world, no one dares to stand up for the old man. Ma Sanzhixiong, it can be seen.

The Chinese Warriors Association, this day is very lively, the old buddies who once worshipped Gong Baosen, and the corners of the Northeast national art world are now gathered together, they are all oppressed by Ma San, and they came here to put pressure on Gong Ruomei.

"Girl, everyone is waiting for you to come up with an idea!" Fuxing looked at Gong Ruomei with a miserable expression.

"I'm afraid it's not my idea to come from all over the country from afar!" Gong Ruomei said coldly and walked towards the room.

The group rushed towards the room.

Gong Ruomei walked in front and hurriedly asked, "Did my father leave a message?" ”

"Don't ask about grudges!" Fuxing said word by word.

Gong Ruomei took a quick step, her body stopped, and she turned to look at Fuxing, with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Girl" Fuxing looked cold: "The old man won't let you take revenge!" ”

With tears in the corners of her eyes, Gong Ruomei resolutely turned her head and walked towards the room. Dad, how can your daughter do it, how can I be relieved if I don't take revenge for killing my father!

Gong Ruomei walked all the way, held her head high, strode forward, and when she came to the door, someone opened the door, and Gong Ruomei walked in.

The palace family is full of vegetarians.

Chen Xiao came to the threshold of the palace house, looked at the plain white in the courtyard, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart, something happened at home, who is it?

Although he had a faint premonition in his heart, he still refused to believe it, and when he stepped through the door, he saw the picture hanging on the high mourning hall in the hall facing the courtyard, which was an extremely familiar face.

"Master......" Chen Xiao lost his mind for a while, muttered to himself, and walked quickly towards the hall.

"Big Brother"

"Big Brother is back"

"Senior brother, you have to avenge ...... master"

The palace family was full of doors, and the disciples who wore linen and filial piety shouted in surprise as if they had seen a savior.

Chen Xiao didn't seem to hear their words at all, his steps did not slow down, he came directly to the mourning hall and knelt down in one step.

"Master, the disciple is late!"

After speaking, he knocked his head on the ground three times, and lit a stick of incense on the incense burner mountain.

A disciple sent filial piety clothes and hemp rope to Chen Xiao, Chen Xiao put on filial piety clothes, tied the hemp rope around his waist, and then turned around and looked at the group of brothers and sisters surrounding in the mourning hall.

"Master, how did his old man die?" Chen Xiao asked in a hoarse voice.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, no one dared to speak, and they all looked at the gloomy young man at the head with fear.

Chen Xiao suddenly smiled, he glanced at the gloomy young man, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. Then, his eyes wandered among the senior brothers.

His gaze wandered, his expression was serious, and he suddenly fixed on Huzi, the youngest of the senior brothers, who was only twelve years old this year.

"Huzi, how did the master die?!" Chen Xiao asked with a smile.

"Senior brother, you're here, the master was killed by Ma San's brute, woo woo......" Huzi burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Chen Xiao nodded and touched Huzi's head.

"Little thing, you dare to betray my master and give me death!" The gloomy young man standing at the front of the crowd suddenly shouted, and smashed his fist towards Huzi's cute little head, and his strength brought gusts of wind, and he had already done his best, he was intent on killing Huzi.

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