The two have known each other for a few days, Yan Chixia not only helped him rescue Xiao Qian, but now he has passed on his strong swordsmanship, Takenaka Ningchen took the ancient book, looked at the figure that disappeared into the sky, and said to himself: "Thank you." ”

Night.

Xiao Qian floated out of the ash altar, paced to Ning Chen's side in Zhuzhong, and said, "Is Brother Yan gone?" ”

"Hmm."

Takenaka Ningchen put down the book, turned around and gently took the beauty into his arms, saw the self-blame in Xiao Qian's eyes, and comforted: "It's none of your business." ”

"Brother Yan, slay demons and eliminate demons, support justice, he is a real chivalrous man."

"What about me?" Takenaka Ningchen pretended to be jealous.

"Of course you're a handsome guy."

"Really?"

Takenaka Ningchen expressed disbelief, grabbed it with both hands, and made a coquettish laugh.

Day 2.

Takenaka Ningchen got up early and took out the sword technique of slashing the sky.

According to the above records, the practice of slashing the sky and drawing the sword is a breath, of course, not ordinary qi, but a sword qi with a sharp edge.

When cultivating to the fullest, a sword will change the color of the heavens and the earth, and it can cut through the sky.

Takenaka Ningchen is not good at swordsmanship, so naturally he doesn't have a sword, looking at the fluttering willow branches in the courtyard, he walked over and broke one, waved it a few times, and said, "This should also be a sword." ”

Hiss!

Taking a deep breath, Takenaka Ningchen sank this breath into the dantian, and at the same time imagined in his mind that he would use various sword moves.

The first thing every day is to practice swordsmanship, and at night I am with Xiao Qian.

Time passed quickly, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and Takenaka Ningchen gradually forgot his purpose and sank into this simple and ordinary life.

On this day, a black cloud floated in the sky, obscuring Feng Yuyang in the sky, who was born in the sky, was born with mediocre qualifications, and with powerful resources, he was born to the realm of martial artists.

Fan Tong was born in the market, his head is not bright, he studied hard, and after countless battles, he has today's achievements.

Who's better than that! Glance.

Drink!

With a loud shout, Fan Tong forced Feng Yuyang back, bullied himself, and chased after him.

Bang!

Grabbing Feng Yuyang's retreat, the gap between the unstable chassis and volleyed up and kicked in the chest.

The evil man was killed, and he couldn't be unified by Fan, so he counterattacked, crackled, and knocked everyone back, seeing that Feng Yuyang wanted to escape.

With a kick, he kicked the long knife on the ground and plunged it into the wolf's neck.

Between life and death, the back road was broken, forcing out the cruelty in his bones, Feng Yuyang threw away the priceless sword, and the ring on his finger flashed a faint light.

The world was quiet, the raging wind stopped suddenly, and everyone who was fighting looked sideways.

In the night sky, there hangs a sword, a quaint long sword.

The sword is three feet three inches long, and the sword is two and a half inches wide.

One side is carved with majestic and steep mountains, and the other side is depicted with turbulent rivers.

A bundle of three-inch red rope is tied to the hilt of the sword, and there can be two small characters underneath.

"Mountains and Rivers"

Sword name - mountains and rivers!

Bang!

A sword slammed Liu Feng onto the giant tree, and Feng Quan jumped up, ready to fight and capture the enemy alive.

When the two of them came, there was an astonishing fluctuation suddenly, and then a powerful sword qi soared into the sky, straight into the sky.

The majestic momentum is coming, and there seems to be the power of ten thousand horses galloping and roaring in the sky.

The mountains change color, and the rivers flow backwards.

"Mountains and Rivers Sword"

Feng Quan muttered to himself, and then his face changed greatly, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead uncontrollably.

"Yuyang is in danger"

With no time to take care of Liu Feng, Feng Quan turned around, and his spirit body suddenly appeared.

The golden giant, which is ten meters high, jumps in an instant, and can reach tens of meters in one step.

With a pain in his chest, Liu Feng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again, and if he looked closely, he could find that the blood contained small pieces of flesh.

"I don't know if Fan Tong and they succeeded."

Gollum!

As soon as his throat was sweet, a stream of blood gushed out, and Liu Feng spat on the ground.

He wanted to close his eyes and lie on the floor and fall asleep.

The situation is critical, how can there be time for him to squander it so much, and the spiritual power in his body flows, nourishing the broken body.

"Shrinking the ground into inches"

Liu Feng spat a mouthful of flesh and blood on the ground, endured the pain of piercing his heart, and returned in the direction he came.

……

"Hahaha!"

The mountain and river sword fell into his hand, and Feng Yuyang almost laughed madly.

The laughter was piercing and powerful.

"Take your life."

Feng Yuyang shouted, his figure disappeared, and he quickly rushed towards the attack.

The invisible momentum of mountains and rivers, it was difficult for Fan Tong to breathe, Fan Tong clenched his teeth, blood stains continued to ooze from his gums, and he lifted the iron rod with difficulty and stood horizontally on his chest.

"Fan Tong"

Seeing this scene, Pang Bo shouted hoarsely, forced back the wolf Tianxing with one move, and reflexively rushed towards Fan Tong to rescue.

Hey!

"Half Moon Slash"

Wolf Tianxing sneered, a half-moon arc flashed in the night sky, and a sword swept across Pang Bo's back.

Bang bang bang!

Pombo fell to the ground and rolled out, revealing a deep wound on his back.

Bang!

The iron rod only stopped for a moment, and then it was overwhelmed and broke in two.

With a bang, the tip of the sword pierced Fan Tong's chest, but because of the iron rod's obstruction, it avoided the vital point of the heart.

Tick tick!

Blood streaked across the blade and flowed to the tip of the sword, dripping continuously.

Fan Tong's face did not change, as if it was not his body, and the corners of his mouth were grinned, revealing an indifferent smile.

Suddenly grabbed Feng Yuyang's wrist with his right hand, and the powerful force made him scream.

Looking at the distorted face that was close at hand, as if from hell, Feng Yuyang's heart was full of remorse, relying on the divine soldiers, he didn't put Fan Tong in his eyes at all, and he fell into a crisis.

Unwillingness and remorse filled Feng Yuyang's heart.

Syllable!

With a palm slapping Feng Yuyang, Fan Tong held the hilt of the sword with both hands, shook it violently, and pulled out the mountain and river sword.

With a shake of his body, Fan Tong held the mountain and river sword and walked towards Feng Yuyang step by step.

"Don't come here, don't come in." Feng Yuyang fell to the ground, his legs kept retreating, and when he found the big man standing on the side, he shouted frantically: "Up, give it to me, take him down, there will be a reward, a reward of ten thousand taels of silver." ”

There will be brave men under the reward! What's more, the villains are already living a life of blood.

Warriors are so powerful that they are hard to match!

At this moment, Fan Tong is seriously injured, his steps are uneasy, and he is in danger, and he may not have no chance of defeat.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes showed greed, they took off their clothes, wiped the knife in their hands shiny, licked their lips, and approached step by step bare-chested.

Suddenly, Fan Tong stopped, looked at the people around him, and showed a shallow smile.

But in the eyes of everyone, he is like a demon.

Kill!

I don't know who shouted, and the slow villain suddenly sped up.

After repeated battles, Fan Tong was also physically and mentally exhausted, his spiritual power protected his wounds, and he met the enemy with only a sword, relying on the sharpness of the mountain and river sword, cutting off the long knife, and killing three people in a row.

Kill, kill, kill!

The death of his companion stimulated the minds of the wicked men, and they all used their housekeeping skills to scatter in all directions.

The sword light and sword shadows flickered back and forth, and people kept falling, and new people filled the vacancy, and the killing was endless.

Under the siege, blood continued to spill from his chest, and he lost too much blood, and gradually became a little powerless, and it was difficult to resist the enemy.

Fan Tong snorted, the sword light flashed from his back, and suddenly the skin and flesh opened, the white bones were clearly visible, and he turned around and cut off the man's head with a sword.

……

The two have been partners for many years, joined the Cult of the Rising Sun together, and are like brothers and sisters with each other, and now they see Fan Tong in danger, and rush to Fan Tong desperately.