Suddenly, Dongfang Fan's spirit was shocked, and he blocked with a soulless sword, and then, two sets of top sword techniques were against each other, Dongfang Fan, as the party who responded to the move, was suppressed from the beginning, and the people around were shocked by this sudden sword fighting situation, and immediately retreated to ten meters away, giving up the position. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The two fought, and in an instant, there were already several moves, and Dongfang Fan became more and more shocked: the person in front of him seemed to be casual with one move, but he came out in response to Fenghui's swordsmanship, and his body had no sword momentum and ethereal sword intent, but it was this kind of unadorned indifference that confirmed that the other party was still at ease in suppressing Dongfang Fan at this time!

"Even when I fought with Simon Wujian, I never felt like this...... I can't beat this guy...... Perhaps, there will be no victory over him in this life...... Although it is very unwilling...... But ...... "Dongfang Fan gritted his teeth and made a royal move against the enemy, although the soulless sword was even sheathed, but with the "sword heart and demon", he could even drive Zhan Lu freely, not to mention this sword?

Nearly 100 moves, the scribe swordsman's feet did not move, but at this moment, he took a step, and the three-foot Qinglian sword rose in the air, surrounding himself, and immediately appeared The vision of the opening of the Qinglian appeared!

"Be careful." The scribe swordsman said lightly, the Qinglian sword started, and a sword slashed out, breaking through a thousand jun!

"Zhan Lu Sword Technique, Thousands of Miles of Dust!" Dongfang Fan could feel that the power of the other party's move was extraordinary, and the sword momentum moved, and sixty-four sword gangs converged and attached to the soulless sword, and slashed at the move.

"Ding!"

After the confrontation, Dongfang Fan's sword gang scattered in all directions, the scribe swordsman was not damaged at all, raised his sword and attacked, took another step, Qinglian Sword made another nameless sword move, and the power of one blow was even better than before!

"Zhan Lu Sword Technique, Mountains and Rivers are missing!"

The scattered sword gang responded to the sword trick, blocking all the dead corners around the scribe swordsman, and the people around him retreated more than twenty meters, and there were more and more onlookers.

The Zhan Lu Sword Technique should have been able to exert 100% power with the Zhan Lu Sword, but it was only 50% powerful in the empty-handed state, and it was about 70% with other sword branches, however, this 70% power was like air under the sword of the scribe swordsman, but he saw that he ignored the sword gang around him, and the Qinglian Sword was castrated, cutting off seven or eight sword gangs one after another, and forced in front of Dongfang Fan in one fell swoop, causing the latter to only block with a horizontal sword, but was shocked back two steps by the strong force on the Qinglian sword!

"Zhan Lu Sword Technique, Heavenly Queen Earth!"

"Zhan Lu Sword Technique, Celestial Light for a Moment!"

The four styles of Zhan Lu sword tricks were broken one by one, Dongfang Fan only felt that his mind was blank, the time required for the gods and demons forbidden martial arts style was slightly longer, and the person in front of him was attacking extremely fast, just to deal with it had already done his best, how could he still spare time to draw eighty-one divine texts?

"Who is this person? With this kind of swordsmanship, the origin must be extraordinary...... Among the first generation of nine swords, only the first generation of sword gods is something I have not seen yet...... Could it be that this person is ......" Dongfang Fan felt powerless the more he fought, and he could no longer distinguish between himself and the other party by a gap of one or two realms.

The scribe swordsman cracked Dongfang Fan's four sword tricks in four steps, and the fifth step was taken, Qinglian reappeared, the sword qi broke through the air, and a blow slashed down, Dongfang put the sword rung, and the huge force attacked, Dongfang Fan's feet suddenly sank three inches to the ground.

Taking the sixth step, the blade of the sword stabbed and pointed on the scabbard of the soulless sword, pushing Dongfang Fan away by more than twenty meters in one fell swoop.

The seventh step was taken, the ground was shrunk into inches, one step crossed a distance of more than twenty meters, and appeared in front of Dongfang Fan in an instant, a sword was slashed, the latter did not have time to reflect, and then took three steps back.

Taking the eighth step, the sword was full of brilliance, and the golden brilliance bloomed, and the soulless sword was hit hard, causing the sword to break away from Dongfang Fan's hand and fall to the feet of the scribe swordsman.

The ninth step was taken, the originally peaceful and extraordinary sword intent was stained with a killing intent, the Qinglian Sword restrained all the sword brilliance and sword momentum, and the sword blade slowly stretched out towards Dongfang Fan, who knew the danger, but none of his body could move, so he could only let the sword blade against his shoulders - Dongfang Fan was facing the biggest crisis in history!

"Qinglian thought out of the sheath and killed one person in ten steps; My Dao Sword Peak is lonely, and I don't stay for thousands of miles. The scribe and swordsman recited the verse, and the Qinglian sword was returned to the scabbard, and the moment the blade was submerged, the strong man named Sell suddenly stared at his eyes and fell to the ground and died.

At this time, Dongfang Fan regained the dominance of his body, and there were doubts around him-

"Why did the sword-selling boss fall to the ground and die instead? Who exactly are these two swordsmen? ”

The scribe swordsman waved his long sleeves, and the soulless sword flew into Dongfang Fan's hand, but when he saw him clenching his fists and bowing down, he said apologetically: "In Xia Qinglian Jushi, in order to relax the vigilance of the wicked, he had to do it as a last resort. ”

"Qinglian Layman? Not to mention the reason for the so-called wicked, just talk about your strength, you don't need to go to such a great deal of trouble to kill him. Dongfang Fan was stunned, this name reminded him of a poetry giant in modern history.

"The trick of incompetence, if there is no move to lock it first, it will not be able to succeed in an instant, although it can be killed, but the innocent around it will be in danger, therefore, only the battle between you and me can distract its attention...... In addition, the name of the wicked is called 'Butcher Ghost Face', within half a month, from the northwest of Beixi City, thousands of miles away, all the way, where it passed, burning, looting, doing everything, and Ouyeel Wushuang clan also suffered from poison, the soulless sword was seized, I tracked all the way here, and I met this person here to collect money with the soulless sword. At the end of Qinglian's narration, everyone around him was shocked: he was so close to a murderous demon!

"I see, no wonder, with your swordsmanship strength, if you really want to kill me, I'm afraid it won't take ten steps...... In the lower east, since this sword was stolen from the Ouye clan, it will be handed over to you, and it will be returned to the Ouye clan. "Dongfang Fan has no hostility towards Qinglian Monk at this time, only an empty heart remains—this blow can be described as complete.

"This sword will be in the hands of Brother Dongfang in the future...... When I arrived at Ouye's family, there was no life left inside and outside...... And since it meets Brother Dongfang here, it is an opportunity, if Brother Dongfang has a heart to grieve, he will take this sword to the northwest to put a hundred miles away, a place called smelting village, the family house of the Ouye family is located in this village, I set up a tombstone in the backyard of the Ouyee house, I hope you can go to worship, it is also considered to be a heart...... I still have something to do, so don't leave it at that. The Qinglian monk said, turned around and disappeared into the crowd......

"Dongfang Fan! He is the Pure Jun Sword Master! Stop him! I want to apprentice!! The swordsmen learned his identity through Dongfang Fan's self-introduction just now, and the whole scene suddenly boiled, but fortunately, Dongfang Fan took advantage of the chaos to hide in a corner and leave in a huff.

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True Soulless (Fifty-one Products, Sword Embryo): Ouyeel Wushuang's deathbed work, refined and created by "Immortal Product, Xuantian Stone", made of sword scabbard and sword body when casting, is in the name of "No Soul, No Kill", entrusting Ouyeel Wushuang's lifelong sword casting but looking forward to the world's wish.

Equipment Condition: None Weight: 4 Durability: Never damaged

Basic Attributes: Defense + (Rank x Character Level)

Incidental Skill: One Sword into the Soul (Excellent-level skill, this skill can convert the defense of basic attributes into attack power through True Qi, consume 100 True Qi, and have no cooldown.) ）

"It's a good sword, and it's even the best one for me right now...... It seems that it is necessary to take a trip to the Ouyeel Ruins...... "Dongfang Fan has given up pulling out the Soulless Sword, he thinks: Maybe this kind of Soulless Sword can be regarded as the most complete.

Just as Dongfang Fan was considering whether to enter the city first to get in the limelight, the three daughters of Long Xin'er, Fang Lin, and Xiaoqing ran to meet them, each holding a bag of seedlings in their arms, with a happy smile on their faces, and even Long Xin'er temporarily put away his sadness.

"Yo! Oriental hero, seeing that there are no seedlings in your hands, it can make people guess~! Did you not buy it at all, or did it ...... Bought it and let the girl of which family snatch it? Looking at the wry smile on your face, can I understand that I have acquiesced to the second statement? Fang Lin's eccentric personality is undoubtedly revealed here, if Long Xin'er hadn't experienced the Longmen bloodbath, then the two of them might have the same personalities.

"Miss Fang laughed, as a foreigner, it is already lucky to be able to feel the lively atmosphere of this festival, forget about the seedlings......" Dongfang Fan deliberately prevented further friendship with Fang Lin, because he knew that he and the Fang family would eventually go into a confrontational situation, as for Long Xin'er, if she asked her not to get too close to Fang Lin, it would arouse her suspicions.

"If you don't choose seedlings and don't plant them, how can you participate in the festival? Fortunately, I have already guessed that Dongfang Daxia will be lazy, hehe. Fang Lin spread out his hands at this time, and two packets of small seedlings lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Fang Lin stuffed one of the bags of seedlings into Dongfang Fan's hand, and said very seriously: "In the Beixi Seedling Festival, once you hold the seedlings in your hands, it means that you have sent blessings to all those who see this seedling, if you throw it away before planting it collectively, it will make all those who should have been blessed be haunted by misfortune~!" So...... Oriental heroes should be a good child, don't throw away because you dislike the trouble of seedlings! ”

As Fang Lin spoke, he actually stood on tiptoe and patted Dongfang Fan's head with his hand - this form is something that almost everyone who grew up in Beixi City would experience when they were children, and it was a saying made up by the elders in order to scare playful children, but it was also one of the customs of Beixi.

Where would Dongfang Fan know what was said in this, it was just a joke, and after Fang Lin slapped his head with a "small bully", he ran away with a smile......

A group of four people traveled together for more than two hours, the villagers outside the city began to gather to the east of the city, Fang Lin immediately took everyone to merge into the sea of people, after a while, everyone stopped walking, but saw a group of strong men slowly erected a square stone tablet of two or three hundred square meters, this stone tablet is three meters thick, and the next article "Feng Tian" is written on it with pen and ink, which is really a behemoth!

"Sure enough, it started! Sister Xin'er, Oriental Hero, this is not something that can be seen every year! The material of this stele is 'diamond', although it is not pure, but it can also be immortal for thousands of years, there was originally a pure diamond in the middle of the city's 'Feng Tian', which was engraved with the ardent expectations of the residents of Beixi, but, since my second brother recommended the policy of the Inner and Outer Miao Festival, the second piece of Feng talent has become inevitable! Fang Lin explained to Dongfang Fan and the others, and at the same time, under the stone stele, there were three people standing at this time: two old men and one swordsman.

"I told you so! I want 10,000 taels of Immortal Crystals! Otherwise, I won't carve this stone tablet! The swordsman under the stele had a haughty look on his face, his nostrils facing the sky, and no one in his eyes.

"Niu Xianren, I have already told you in advance with five thousand taels of immortal crystals, and now you ask for double the reward, we are a group of ordinary people, we have to make up five thousand taels of immortal crystals, where can we give another five thousand, and please have mercy on our sincerity and engrave it." An old man over seventy years old bowed down to worship the sword man surnamed Niu, while another old man on the side shook his head and turned to leave—this old man was the writer who was invited to write today.

"Humph! Are you embarrassed to say? A stone monument of this size is already a big project, and you didn't say in advance that it was three meters thick! Your request is still to be hollowed out in words, 10,000 taels of immortal crystals, I'm too little! Don't say that this immortal doesn't give you a choice, either, only half of the thickness is engraved, or, only half of the content is engraved, you can consider it! The swordsman surnamed Niu snorted coldly, with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Many Beixi residents looked embarrassed, Beixi City is approaching the border, fighting all the year round, and the grain and grass needed are collected from Beixi City, resulting in the prosperity of agriculture and the decline of commerce in Beixi City, although the residents are not hungry, but they cannot be regarded as rich, if it is not for the Miao Festival for the extraordinary significance of the Beixi people, it is impossible to take out five thousand taels of immortal crystals to invite the sword man surnamed Niu - this is almost the sum of the annual expenditure of all residents!

"Little swordsman, dare to pretend to be a great immortal here! Return the five thousand taels of immortal crystals to the people, and Miss Ben will have someone complete this important task instead of you! Fang Lin stepped forward at this time and pointed at the sword man surnamed Niu, and snorted, attracting everyone's attention.