A gust of breeze blew, and a confident smile returned to Yan Hong's face again, and on the river, the original confusion that could not be dissolved seemed to have melted into the surging river with the clouds.

The scholar was angry, scolded Fang Xuan, and looked up between heaven and earth, and a sense of pleasure suddenly rose in his heart to point out the country. Warring States, Great Qin, Chu Han, let all these unknowns become my chances, and deduce a legend of my own!

The slender right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the originally silent Longquan Sword flew out. For the first time in his life, he gave up the sword drawing style, and the opening style was the flying sword style with qi!

The clear Longquan Sword, facing the golden sunlight, the original flowing silver halo, at this moment, is naturally dyed with a layer of golden heritage, if the original Longquan Sword is a clear and noble chivalrous spirit, but at this moment, Yan Hong seems to feel that with his ascension, the Longquan Sword, which is in line with his heart, seems to be improving, and a faint kingly domineering spirit has been produced in the dark.

Although at this moment, the momentum of the king in that wisp of sword was still quite weak, and the faint was almost imperceptible, but Yan Hong received the traction of the purple qi in his body, but at this critical moment, he clearly felt it.

――Qiang――

At the moment when Longquan was completely bathed in the sun, a clear sword sound broke through the air, and it seemed that Longquan Sword was also extremely satisfied with his changes.

――Drink――

There was a long roar in the sky, and the majestic voice seemed to converge into wisps of clearly visible sound waves, which spread at a high speed with Yanhong as the origin under the urging of strong internal force, and the originally quiet river surface was also agitated at this moment.

――Phew――

The sharp sword qi ruthlessly cut through the air, a move and a style of flowing water, freehand and free, a move of conformism is extremely thick, but the next moment it suddenly became traversal, domineering, and then turned, but it was a point to the majestic atmosphere, Mozi swordsmanship, Confucian swordsmanship, Guigu swordsmanship, change at will, do whatever you want, use one move, the second move followed, there was no stagnation, slack.

Gradually, from a distance, it was no longer possible to see which sect Yan Hong was using and which swordsmanship.

At this moment, if there is a supreme master who has surpassed the realm of Wufeng, he must be able to perceive that at this moment, Yan Hong's swordsmanship has faintly approached the realm of integration in the artistic conception of martial arts, but there are certain restrictions on integration.

People who practice martial arts, must practice more than two kinds of exquisite martial arts, in the perfect fusion, swaying freely, can be regarded as a real integration, Chinese history has a long history, but among the hundreds of schools of thought, the real integration of the artistic conception of the person is only the first generation of Guiguzi - Wang Xu!

Traveling all over the world, extracting the strengths of a hundred schools, and finally creating a world-class unique study in the twilight years, since then, among the sons of the hundred schools, there is one more sage Guiguzi who is admired by future generations, and the name will remain in the annals of history forever.

The exquisite swordsmanship gradually returned to calm, a simple and unpretentious bird homecoming, the powerful Longquan at the last moment, and now a humble gentleman was restored, lying quietly in the scabbard.

――Whew――

Gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, the original essence of the flowing eyes, at this moment sharp and restrained, like a deep lake, the silence makes people intoxicated, black clothes like ink, long hair shawl, the turbidity of the best son is nothing more than that!

――BangBang――

A burst of crisp applause woke up Yan Hong, who was silent in the realm, and looked back, dressed in gray, with a green bamboo flute hanging from his waist and Yan Hong's beloved nine-hole hole flute, which seemed to be the same thing.

"Zixu!" Smile slightly. Yan Hong shouted lightly, sharing life and death, friendship between men, sometimes it's so simple.

"Zihong is very interested, he practiced his sword here in the early morning, and he still used such a subtle and amazing martial arts, so he was not afraid of me, he stole the teacher here and learned it."

There was a relaxed laugh, but both of them nodded silently, along the way, some experience, friendship was actually in it, love and righteousness promised life and death, nothing more.

――Sasha――

There was a wonderful sound of footsteps, and the two handsome sons glanced at each other, not thinking that it was Shang Danyun, the only woman on the ship.

At this moment, the beauty still seems to be a little sleepy-eyed, the white jade hand is gently covering the delicate red lips at the moment, yawning slightly lazily, the moving delicate body leans back slightly, and the seductive delicate curves are revealed at this moment.

Suddenly, a drop of sweat appeared on the back of the two sons, and it seemed that every move of the beauty at this moment was forcing the two of them to turn into wolves.

In today's world, Sakyamuni still doesn't know where to wander, and Buddhism is still a non-existent thing, otherwise the two of them would have to recite two more sentences of 'Ami Tofu'.

"Huh--the two sons got up so early, but the little girl overslept a little, giggle-"

Although he said apologies, between the words, he was indescribably cute and lovely, which made the two of them feel guilty in their hearts.

With his back to the side of the boat, looking at the lovely man in front of him and shaking his head helplessly, Zhang Xu, as the owner, was about to say something.

Suddenly, Shang Danyun exclaimed in some surprise, "Look, someone seems to be leading us!" ”

At this moment, Yan Hong didn't notice anything abnormal, but Zhang Xu had been with Shang Danyun for many years, but he clearly felt a trace of panic in her eyes, and her vigilance had risen, and she slowly turned her head.

On a slightly humble boat, a dark-skinned, shirtless bearded man stood like an iron tower, a pair of tiger eyes shot out of a bloodthirsty murderous aura, even if it was more than ten zhang away, but you could still clearly feel that strong coercion, but the most conspicuous thing was indeed the incomparably huge black sword behind the bearded man - Juque!

Black Swordsman! This legendary man fought the world wildly, never suffered a defeat, and fought more than 200 battles in a row, but with a black sword in his hand, he created a world of his own!

Within Daqin, he may only bow his head in front of one person, that is Ying Zheng, although he is brave but not stupid, on the contrary, people with superior strength are often resourceful people, so he chose Ying Zheng, and even his choice was earlier than Gai Nie!

The scars on his body seemed to witness his bloody past, the tattoos seemed to remember the shame of the past, and the huge sword qi scar on his chest was the only defeat in his life!

If Yingzheng is a mountain that he looks up to, then the only defeat given to him in this life has indeed become a shadow that can never be erased in his heart!

With a swing of the giant sword, the light boat shook violently, and the right foot violently exerted force, and the huge black shadow carried a majestic internal force, and the world's top giant sword fell into the air with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the world!

Black Swordsman, Victory Seven - Today's battle, there is no way to avoid it!