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Just when the people of Wanzhai were frustrated, in the center of the grassland where the people of Beigong and Wanzhai were fighting, a sharp weapon carried the blue flame from the bamboo forest, crossed a blue light, like a meteor, with a strong shock wave, broke through the air, and with a loud sound of "bang", it was heavily inserted on the ground where the two armies intersected, and the blade was completely submerged in the ground, only revealing the handle of the knife that was nearly a foot long, trembling slightly, spraying out a faint blue plasma flame, like a fire rising from the ground. The ground shook, and the dead branches and pebbles were stirred up by a dazzling blue shockwave, forming a ring that radiated out in all directions, shaking the people on both sides back a few steps. Then, for a moment, a figure was standing in front of the hilt of the sword, as if falling from the sky.

I saw that the man was dressed in a village, almost twenty years old, wearing a shabby blue-black coarse cloth shirt, a black linen belt, a bandage on his left shoulder, a slender figure, a melon seed face, slightly thin, sword eyebrows flying obliquely, slender eyes like a danfeng, between opening and closing like a cold moon and clear Ling, there was a faint unruly unruly of a Confucian man between his complexions, but he was very handsome and chic.

The young man gently held a green bamboo leaf in his mouth, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he didn't look at the people around him, he stepped straight forward, looking careless, and the palm of his right hand was on the handle of the knife inserted in the ground, and his five fingers were bluffed, and with a "bang", the knife jumped up from the ground, and it was a broken knife, with a blade length of more than a foot, held in the young man's hand. The young man casually pulled the broken knife void into a knife flower, rested the blade on his right shoulder, tilted his head slightly to the left, stood in the middle of the two armies, and looked at the white-robed young man under the white flag who was called the Murong County Lord with a faint expression, his face seemed to be smiling, and his expression was faintly revealing the evil ruffian that made the enemy uneasy.

Everyone on both sides was stunned when they saw that there was an extra person on the battlefield out of thin air.

The young man did not talk to anyone, raised his hand and pressed the wound on his left shoulder, after this period of time he practiced the secret of the heart method taught by the master every day, the dantian yuan force has basically been able to compete with the samadhi true fire locked in the body of Taishang Laojun, although there are defeats from time to time, but the divine skill has recovered some, and he can not use the curvature knife technique, but he can perform the oblique moon knife technique, so he stretched out his left arm and said to himself: "Well, it's okay, it doesn't hurt much, well, you can fight again." After speaking, he pulled the knife flower in the void of the broken knife in his hand, and the five fingers were bluffed, and the handle of the broken knife seemed to be glued to the palm of his hand, and it rotated more than a dozen times like a fan.

Seeing that this little young man looked at him with a little evil eyes, the county lord Murong was angry, closed the folding fan, patted it on the palm of his hand, looked at Fan Xiang, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Who are you, if it is irrelevant, you better hide away, this county lord will not harm innocent people." ”

"Really?...... Then who are you?" Fan Xiang moved the bamboo leaf in his mouth slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he smiled, his expression was extremely unscrupulous.

The lord of Murong County has always been the eldest lady's temper and arrogant, seeing that the other party did not reply directly, he was already a little annoyed in his heart, and he didn't want to talk about it anymore at the moment, so he waved his hand lightly back, and immediately there were three military attachés who couldn't bear it anymore, and they all jumped out together, seeing that Fanxiang was wearing coarse cloth and green clothes, dressed like a farmer in the field, but like a scholar, he was born weak, his face was picturesque, his eyes were half-open, his expression was idle and free, standing in front of the two armies, he didn't look very prominent, and he was very suspicious in his heart, "What is the origin of this kid?" But he didn't think about it, so he swung his knife and took the incense directly, and the knife was like the wind, rolling up a thousand piles of snow, like a wall of knives, approaching, very vicious. These three people are obviously good hands in the enemy army, they are divided into three directions, divided into joint attacks, tacit cooperation, between attack and defense, switch freely, very orderly,.

When Fan Xiang saw it, he laughed and didn't take it to heart. I saw him take a step forward, his right arm stretched forward, the broken knife hidden under his wrist, the knife entered with his hand, and he moved in every inch, floating lightly between the three opponents, like a ghost. The broken knife slashed a graceful and short arc in the air, and a dark blue plasma cold light flashed, drawing a phantom, like the oblique moon and clear light, obliquely enveloping the three teams, and then, the clear light was like a trace of water on a silk handkerchief flowing through the years, passing away with the wind without a trace. It is the third type of the oblique moon knife method, "smoke cage, cold water, moon cage sand". The broken knife flashed, and the cold light passed, like a ray of moonlight gently through the screen window, obliquely illuminated the girl in the boudoir who looked at the moon under the window, and the bright smile flashed on her face, and she stretched out her hand, wanting to catch the moonlight, but saw that the moonlight was already the time in the void that she could not hold. Suddenly, the blue phantom flickered, stirring up a stream of air, mixed with dust and gravel on the ground to form a cyclone, fiercely engulfing the improvised three-person team, and then, with a few soft sounds, it was like a small silver knife easily slicing open a plate of steaming pastries. What we saw before our eyes was the broken limbs and bodies scattered in all directions, and bright red blood spilled out, like bewitching and beautiful flowers.

This fall was like lightning and stone fire, and everyone only felt it for a moment, and then they saw that these three brave military attachés who had quite a good record in the Beigong servant army died on the spot, and the stumps were scattered on the ground, mixed with the original blood on the ground, as if the blow just now had never happened, and there was no trace.

Between heaven and earth, the most ruthless, not too fast, the strongest, not too fast. Kung fu is a journey, only fast and not broken!

Several of the people in Beigong had a fateful friendship with these people, and seeing that their comrades were killed in battle under a knife, more than a dozen people shouted in unison, and without waiting for the order of the county lord of Murong, they rushed into the killing field with a knife in disregard, eager to divide the corpse of this mortal enemy into a knife, so as to relieve the hatred in their hearts. When Fan Xiang saw it, he snorted in his throat: "Look for death! I'll go!" jumped up, slid a step to the left, unfolded and moved, his body turned in a semicircle, and his right arm was waved diagonally at will, and his movements were extremely elegant and chic. The blade of the broken knife followed the shape, and the dark blue flame shone in the blood-red sunlight of the April day in this world, like a huge firefly flying lightly in the bamboo forest, the bamboo branches are forested, the bamboo leaves are delicate, and the shadow of the dark blue fireflies is hidden behind the leaves, or appears in the high branches, and everywhere it passes, leaving a trace of demonic and charming light and shadow, like a beautiful arc of intertwined blue and shining, but this is the arc of death, just like the god of death waving his death sickle that harvests all life. Everyone on the sidelines felt a moment in front of them, and then, the faint blue light disappeared in an arc with the young man's body. It is the fifth style of the oblique moon knife method, "the cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging in the willow bay". I saw that more than ten officers and soldiers of the Beigong servant army were already in a different place, lying in a pool of blood. Everyone didn't see how the young man stabbed and killed, but they felt that the fireflies in front of him were dizzying, and everything was like lightning and stone fire, and it disappeared in a flash.

The face is like jade, the posture is like a pine, the fluttering is like a frightening Hong, and the grace is like a swimming dragon, although the young man is a coarse cloth shirt, and there are no superfluous precious ornaments on his body, but in this flowing posture, it gives people a different kind of beauty. The two sides in the field did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and the women in the army to which they belonged were stunned,—— "I am fortunate to know the peach blossom noodles, and since then there has been a lot of warm spring." Many of the women present had a feeling of overflowing girlish hearts,—— we were so fortunate to have met him at this most beautiful age, time has passed, and our eyebrows have become books, and our deep affection has not been disappointed since then. Everyone's youth will grow old, but in our memory, there will always be a place for this person.

Fan Xiang slowly retracted his sword, stood in front of the two armies, lowered his head slightly, raised his eyes and looked directly at Murong coldly, with a wicked smile on his face. The bamboo leaves at the corner of his mouth moved, and he said coldly: "Murong is right, I am the Fanxiang you are looking for, and I have nothing to do with others!"

There was a terrible silence in the field for a while. Lord Murong was stared at by Fanxiang's evil and cold eyes, and couldn't help but take a step back, turned his head to avoid the eyes that made his psychology feel strongly shocked, and he was speechless, pretending to look up at the sky calmly.

"Good knife technique!"

"What a handsome knife technique!"

"Beautiful!"

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The people in Beigong were stunned, standing on the sidelines in a daze, unable to say a word. In a moment, the lawn was silent, and after a while, the people of Wanzhai woke up in shock, and then burst into a thunderous cheer, which lasted for a long time. And there was no lack of heartless applause in the Beigong team, but they were shocked for a moment and hurriedly closed their voices.

The Beigong servant sergeant at the scene was angry for a while, you look at me, I look at you, the army is depressed.

The young man didn't care, as if nothing had happened, he casually took the broken knife in his hand, no longer glanced at the Murong County Lord of the North Palace, turned around, took off the bamboo leaf on the side of his mouth and threw it away, and looked around at the Wanzhai people with a fist, and said loudly, "In Xia Fanxiang, I once fought in the North Palace, and I had a loved one who died at the hands of a North Palace god, so I am not at odds with the North Palace, but today, you are affected by you on my behalf, and I am deeply disturbed, you are all heroes, and I admire it tightly." Gentlemen are not in danger, warriors can, because I am also a warrior, and I don't want to trouble you again in the future, so I will fight them. Thank you!"

Without waiting for the people in Wanzhai to answer, he turned around and faced the county lord of Beigong Murong and stood with a knife.

Wan Hao jumped into the arena with a smoke, stood side by side with Fan Xiang, turned his head to look at Fan Xiang, pursed his lips, and said angrily: "Brother Fan Xiang, what did you just say? What is not affected, now they have killed my third brother Tie and seriously injured Fourth Brother Tie, we still have to avenge this revenge." ”

"Yes, Wan'er is right. Now, it's not your business alone, it's our big guy's business. The gray-haired woman stepped forward, stood next to Wan Haoruo, looked at the people in Beigong, paused, and said to Wan Haoruo: "You are the same child, with Brother Fanxiang, there will be no aunt, right, when you see your aunt, you won't scream." There was no blame in the tone, but full of love.

"Auntie!" Wan Haoru hugged her aunt, affectionate, laughing loudly, directly ignoring the existence of this battlefield.

Fan Xiang turned his head to look at it, as if he had a white scarf on his face, and he couldn't see it, so he turned his head to look at the Beigong team and stopped talking.

"Hey, are you really transparent?" The eagle struck the air in the Beigong team, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help it, jumped out, stood in front of Fan Xiang, and shouted angrily.

"Auntie, I want to avenge the third brother and the fourth brother,......! There is also the revenge that was captured by him a few days ago, I want to avenge it together!" Wan Hao snorted and pointed at the eagle in the air, turned his head to look at him, and said loudly.

"You, just you little girl?...... Haha, you're not joking, are you, haha......" Eagle Strike held his stomach in his hands and laughed arrogantly.

looked at this niece with pity, shook her head, and said softly: "Wan'er, good girl, you go back to the team first, let my aunt avenge this revenge, okay?"

"No, Auntie, I'll report it myself,...... With Brother Fanxiang's protection, I'm not afraid of this stinky eagle. ”

Fanxiang looked at Wan Haoruo, smiled, and said: "I think it's okay, but there is only one stinky eagle here, it's better to solve it together with another stinky eagle, so as not to have to clean up one by one in the future, trouble!"

The eagle struck the air and listened, his heart was extremely angry, he shook his hands, and with a loud sound, his hands had turned into gold hooks and silver strokes, staring at Fanxiang fiercely. Eagle Strike Shui heard that Fan Xiang humiliated his brother so much in the team, and he was also very angry, and without waiting for Lord Murong to speak, he jumped into the door with an arrow, shook his hands, turned into iron claws and copper fingers, and looked at Fan Xiang and the other three coldly.

The brothers are all wearing cyan brocade robes, with wings on their backs, and they have cultivated demon spirits for more than 1,000 years, and they are strong in blood and qi.