On the border of Wei and Zhao, in the dense forest, the battle has been decided at this moment, Zhuang Qiu's body is full of scars, lying on the ground and guarded by two grandmasters, Junliang is lying on the ground, seriously injured, the true qi in his body is chaotic, and Uncle Wang stepped on Junliang's chest with one foot.

"What do you want to say before you die? Forget it if you beg for mercy, it's rare to see such a young great master, if you have any last words, just say it! Maybe I'll send a kind message to you Sword Forging Villa, and ask them to help you collect a corpse!"

Uncle Wang smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and said with a little contempt in his eyes.

Jun Liang was lying on the ground just now Uncle Wang, and a kick towards his chest made his true qi in his body burst incomparably, as if he was pouring a scoop of cold water into a red-hot iron pot, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Sword Casting Villa, hehe, then you don't have to, Zhuang Qiu! Today, you and I will not be lonely when we go to Huangquan together! Haha... ”

Jun Liang laughed twice, Zhuang Qiu also showed a smile on the corner of his mouth at this moment, the two of them have been together for the past few days, and they are half of the best friends.

Uncle Wang looked at Jun Liang who was lying on the ground laughing, and the long knife in his hand slashed down at Jun Liang's neck.

"Bang"

Jun Liang had closed his eyes at this time, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any movement in his neck, but his chest was loosened, and when he opened his eyes, there was no trace of Uncle Wang next to him, and he was looking towards Zhuang Qiu, who was still lying on the ground with his eyes closed and waiting for death. I saw dozens of disciples from the Fengbei Gate, their mouths wide open, and their eyes staring in one direction.

Jun Liang looked in the direction where the disciples of Fengbei Gate were looking, and saw that Uncle Wang, who had just asked Jun Liang to leave his last words, was hanging on the treetops at the moment, and it seemed that he was out of breath.

"Breeze Sword?"

Just when Junliang didn't know what was going on, a hoarse voice came, Junliang was lying on the ground and looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to see a man in white standing beside him, holding a Qingfeng sword in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Who is Senior Wei?"

Jun Liang looked at the man in white in front of him, the man looked to be about forty years old, his long hair was scattered, he was carrying a wooden box behind him, and his white coarse cloth shirt was gently swaying with the breeze.

"It's my master!"

Jun Liang endured the pain and said to the man in white.

"It turned out that after the old man, I haven't seen him for many years, how are the old-timers?"

When the man in white heard Junliang's reply, his attitude changed a little, and his voice was still hoarse, but he didn't have the coldness just now.

"The master passed away two years ago!"

Jun Liang had some doubts in his heart, the news that his master died in Raoyang Pass two years ago is known to the world, why doesn't this person know, he is embarrassed to say that he is an old man!

"What! What's going on?"

The hand of the man in white holding the Qingfeng Sword shook suddenly, and his eyes looked at Jun Liang suspiciously, he had been in retreat for nearly fifteen years, how could the old sword god, who was already invincible in the rivers and lakes at that time, die.

"Two years ago, the Seven Kingdoms attacked Qin, the master and his old man were in Raoyang Pass, and he fought hundreds of thousands of enemy troops alone, and killed 16,000 with one person and one sword!

Jun Liang endured the pain and said.

"It's really invincible!

The man in white laughed at the corner of his mouth after hearing this, there are not many people in this world who can understand that old-timer, and he can be regarded as one, as a generation of martial artists, he died on the battlefield for the country, and killed 16,000 before he died, what a romance, what a heroic!

"Why are you laughing, are you laughing at my master's inadequacy?"

Jun Liang looked at the corner of the man in white and chuckled, and his heart was naturally furious, but he was already seriously injured, so he could only ask the man with his eyes like knives.

"Haha, I'm laughing at the old-timers, and I deserved to die!"

The man in white looked at Junliang lying on the ground and said.

"You don't have to be nervous, if you want to talk about it, I'm half your senior brother! When I was young, I learned a few tricks from the old-timers, but he refused to accept me as an apprentice, which is also a big regret in my life. ”

The man in white showed a look of reminiscence in his eyes, when he was still young, a sword god who had already been famous traveled to the East China Sea, and he went to ask for advice, but the result was extremely bleak. If he had answered at that time, would he have taken himself as a disciple?

Why do you practice swords? Maybe it's for the sake of the red face that has been lost! Why do you practice swords? Maybe it's so that you can see her again later!

The man in white closed his eyes and chuckled, what the old-timer said was right, he was born with love! Why do you want to learn swords? What can she do if she becomes the number one in the world, will she come back? What she wants is always that world!

"Leave them behind, and you go!"

The man in white raised his head and looked at the sky, even if he didn't look at the group of disciples of the Wind North Gate, the disciples of the Wind North Gate still felt the coercion from the soul.

"Senior, our sect master is the pinnacle of the transformation realm! These two people hurt my name in the same door, they must be taken away today, and I hope that the seniors can look at the face of my Fengbei Gate master, don't embarrass us!"

One of the grandmasters who was holding Zhuang Qiu gritted his teeth and took two steps forward, bowed to the man in white and said, you can see that his cheeks are sweating and falling to the ground, it is late autumn at this moment.

"Let's go! I don't want to kill. ”

The eyes of the man in white who were looking at the sky at this moment suddenly looked at the grandmaster master, and the cold light was cold.

"Senior, please give me a face! After all, I can't afford to wait until I go back. ”

The grandmaster didn't even dare to look up at those eyes, and bowed to the ground and said pleadingly, just now he could see that Uncle Wang, who was half a step away from the transformation realm, was in the top five in the sect's combat power, even after the battle with the young man just now, he was not in his prime, and he was directly slapped to death with a palm.

"The pinnacle of the transformation realm?

The man in white picked up the scabbard on the ground, put the Qingfeng Sword into the scabbard, and said with squinted eyes.

"Then you go back to your master, I am safe with these two people, if he is not satisfied, let him come to me. ”

The man in white said softly, his voice was still so hoarse, like an old robe torn by the wind, and it was not at all similar to his handsome appearance.

"An Ning Sword Immortal, you, haven't you not been out of the East China Sea Sword Pond for many years?"

The Grandmaster of the North Gate of the Wind raised his head and said in a trembling voice, God, An Ning Sword Immortal, that is a figure who was a Sword Immortal more than ten years ago, and he actually got out of the customs.

"Let's go, Anning Sword Immortal, take care, let's go!"

The Sect Master of the Wind North Gate said to the disciples, Zhuang Qiu was carefully placed on the ground, and the disciples of the Wind North Gate seemed to have seen something terrifying, and each of them ran fast.

Jun Liang looked at the direction in which the disciples of Fengbeimen were running, and his eyes were full of murderous energy.

"Okay! At a young age, where did you get such a big killing intent, it doesn't look like your master at all, although he practices a domineering sword, he is always approachable. ”

The man in white chuckled, helped Jun Liang up, pressed his hands on his shoulders, and combed the messy true qi in Jun Liang's body.

"Pure Yang Exercises, it's quite domineering, well, it's not bad that you're a great grandmaster at a young age. ”

The man in white seemed to be facing his juniors, and Jun Liang felt that the true qi of the disorder in his body was slowly calming, and his injuries were slowly recovering.

"You said that you are my senior brother? An Ning Sword Immortal? I have heard of your deeds, and my generation yearns for it. ”

Jun Liang felt that his body was getting better, and he couldn't help but say to the young man.

"Okay! I can't make a fool of myself! Have you heard of my deeds? You didn't even know if you were born when I was in retreat! But I can be considered half of your senior brother!"

An Ning Sword Immortal withdrew his palm, put Jun Liang next to the tree and instructed Jun Liang to straighten out the injuries in his body, and turned around and walked towards Zhuang Qiu.

Zhuang Qiu's body was covered with skin injuries, but he was just a little exhausted, An Ning Sword Immortal adjusted Zhuang Qiu, and he also improved at this moment.

"Are you going to go to the Chu State?"

An Ning Sword Immortal asked towards Zhuang Qiu.

"Yes, senior. Where are you going?"

Zhuang Qiu's voice trembled a little, An Ning Sword Immortal had heard it since he was a child, and it was praised as a story, fifteen years ago, he was the eighth master on the sword list, and today's strength is really unfathomable.

"Just by the way, I also went to Chu to see an old man. ”

An Ning Sword Immortal's eyes were a little sad, but he just chuckled at the corner of his mouth.

"Senior brother, are you going to see that Queen of Great Chu?"

Jun Liang has adjusted his body at this moment, although he is still a little weaker, but he can be regarded as having escaped. I saw that An Ning Jianxian's face changed abruptly, and a shy flush appeared on the face of a man in his forties.

"Uh... , it seems so. ”

Jun Liang looked at An Ning's sword immortal's expression and shook his head, this cheap senior brother who cultivated to the sky seemed to be a novice emotionally.

"Nonsense! I just want to visit the rivers and mountains of Dachu, and I have long forgotten all the past. ”

An Ning Sword Immortal turned around and whispered a word.

Jun Liang looked at his cheap senior brother and turned his back to him, and Jun Liang could even guess his expression.

"The old-timer died as he deserved, and there is no need to take revenge! It's just a pity that I couldn't see his old man again, and I will go to Raoyang Pass to worship in person in front of it in a while." ”

When An Ning Sword Immortal turned around, his face was already calm, and Jun Liang didn't mention it again, everyone said that he had forgotten the past, no matter if he really forgot it, there was no need for him to reveal people's scars again.

"That's just right, senior brother, let's go to Chu State to pick up someone and go back to Qin State, you go back with us, my senior sister and your junior sister are also in Qin State. ”

Jun Liang said with a smile, it is still easy to fool a sword immortal by his side, and it is easy to escape from all the troubles, let alone free guards.

"Uh... Let's talk about it then, let's get on the road first, and then talk about it when we get to Chu. ”

An Ning Sword Immortal said with a smile.

"Okay, senior brother, do you need to ride a horse?"

Jun Liang originally wanted to let his white horse out, and then share a ride with Zhuang Qiu.

"No need. ”

An Ning Sword Immortal said to Jun Liang with a smile, and then stepped out a hundred meters away in two steps, leaving only Jun Liang and Zhuang Qiu dumbfounded.

"Brother Liang, are you really the apprentice of the old sword god? The one in front is really your senior brother? Why didn't you tell me earlier, tell me earlier what wages you are talking about, even if you beat me, I won't leave!" Zhuang Qiu sat on his horse and said towards Jun Liang.

"The old sword god is really my master, but the senior brother in front, I haven't heard the senior sister talk about it, but you don't want to be paid, let's discuss this matter slowly, and I'll talk to the lady when I go back." ”

Jun Liang looked at the cheap senior brother in front of him who was flying in the air, and said casually.

"Don't, Brother Liang, I'll just mention casually, I still have to be paid, I haven't married yet! I need to save some money. ”

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