It is useless to fight again. It is said that there will be such a phenomenon, no matter how high or low the realm is, the new face who has just stepped into the martial arts always has the breath of a newborn calf, and if he is not careful, he can punch the master to death. In Du Fanglin's mouth, he even gave a name to this phenomenon.

The Casting Heaven Hand Shower experienced this time alone, and his heart was really full of emotion. Although he also understands that this is mostly due to the fact that he does not take advantage of his weapons, and the timing is too weak. At such an association, his beard covered his face full of gloom, and the big man looked at the sword left behind by the loser in his hand, and compared it to the divine weapon in the hands of the gray-haired young man at the other end, who was more intense, the sword momentum was more intense, which made people suddenly want to leave.

In the realm of beacon smoke, there is no exit. I can't tell if this place is an illusion or a different space in a crack. If you want to go, you have to find an opportunity to get out. The breath of beacon smoke lingered faintly around the two of them, confusing their minds, and it was extremely difficult to distinguish!

Is there a way out of this predicament?

The Nine Refining Extreme Fire shattered the underground sword with exhaustion, melted into molten iron, and rose into smoke when it was cold. The smoke dispelled the smoke for a while, and it was also confusing to the human eye.

There is a way to get out!

Since the Benjue Zen Forest, just in case, he and Du Fanglin have both been prepared to deal with various difficulties. Among them, there are many spiritual artifacts aimed at illusions or space spells, which are naturally from the hands of Confucian magicians. There are always times when people are negligent, and the two of them have their own strengths, and they can't always be around.

When smoke rises to obscure the surroundings.

Shower Yusheng stepped back in an instant, and his right hand was still able to spin backwards without any serious injuries, and hastily cut off the belt of his robe together with the corners of his clothes. The girdle broke silently, and a piece of hidden jade rolled down from it. Thankfully, this wasn't the one that tipped the pants, but it hid a second knife. He swirled his hand and stuffed the snow blow snow into the waistband of his trousers, which could still support it for a while, but it felt a little heavy.

It would be nice if people had three hands, even if they didn't have the right weapons, but holding two swords and one sword sounded quite terrifying!

Shower Yusheng's expression was cold, and he used a sword as a sword in his left hand, reined in the blade of killing, and instantly entered the realm of no self and no sword, "A sword is thunderous and thunderous!" "It's not attacking or defending, it's not me or a sword, it's a side-bypass, and then it leads the wind and thunder that cracks through the sky above the nine heavens.

There was a low hum, swinging a thousand swords in the Beacon Smoke Fantasy Realm.

The gray-haired young man was hindered from coming, and at the same time he was struck by lightning, but the sword wind in his hand had already transcended the distance, stirring horizontally in front of him.

"Feihong treads the snow without leaving a trace-" is another double move, one bright and one dark, one outside and one mile. Different from the huge momentum when the Demon Realm was faulted, the sword of attack and killing was forcefully used with room for three points, and the three points of restraint were exposed. The gray-haired young man's sword moves opened and closed heavily, and the two swords collided with each other, each taking another step back!

Only at this time will he admit that Lao Linghu is not a waste, but the broken blade is just right.

With a clang, the front end of the margin was heavy, and then it collided with the suspicious divine blade. Shower Yusheng's wrist slipped and turned as much as possible to unload the force, so as not to suffer heavy damage to the blade.

Fighting with three points of concealment, this is still not the sword habit of the single-edged sword intent of the Heaven Casting Hand, and it is reluctant to respond to the enemy at this time. The sword wind collided, pushing the person back three feet.

At the moment of turmoil in the wind and thunder, the jade pendant that was cut off by the sword fell to the ground with the clothes belt. In the next second, Shower Yusheng stepped on one foot mercilessly, stepped on the piece of jade in response, and recited the formula:

"Du, take me away!"

Jade is the habitual thing of the owner of Fuyan Mountain.

It was originally a tool used to guide the direction when entering and leaving Fuyan Mountain, and after refining, the power of breaking the sky was added. The showers who have been pitted countless times by the illusion have relied on this piece of jade to get out in the past, and today is naturally no exception. After the jade cracked, the magic momentum condensed, and a peach blossom flew obliquely out of the beacon smoke.

"Kill!"

The spirit was lifted, the shower was born without a whirl, the point fell into the soil, and before retreating, he said cruelly, "The single-edged sword rain hits the banana leaves with sorrow!" His eyes lit up.

With a clang, the sword intent fell in front of the enemy, and the slanting rain dyed the dusk, picking up the sand and soil three feet high, and the gravel was like rain, destroying the soul.

The sword was close to the body and was blocked again, and the peach blossom had touched the edge of this realm, and in an instant, it was connected with the direction of Fuyan Mountain.

As soon as the gap opened, the three qi forces of the shower changed hands one after another, followed by the peach blossom breaking the same point in an instant. The moonlight was evident in the unbroken dusk, and it was still night outside.

The night is still dark, and the moon is still bright.

The periphery of the Beacon Smoke Realm.

On the peak, a golden figure shot down the peach blossoms that were speeding away, preventing the slightest possibility of transmitting information here.

Then, above the wasteland, a black hole appeared, leaving behind the figure of the gray-haired young man with a sword.

The rainstorm has disappeared in place. Once the Beacon Smoke Realm is broken, the wild people in the wasteland who come and go freely will suddenly be like fish in water, how can they be stopped with one move and one sword!

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it, and you can't let people run away. I could see the familiar dark night moonlight, and a faint light broke through the sky.

At the same time, the gray-haired young man reappeared with a black hole behind him. He returned the sword to his chest, but as if continuing to obey the command, he stepped back and sank into the black hole again.

After the man disappeared with the cave, in the wilderness hundreds of miles away, a figure suddenly appeared in the moonlight to escape from the rain.

By this time the dawn had arrived.

The sudden appearance of the black hole once again intercepted the way to the northwest of the shower.

But the black hole that disappeared again appeared ten zhang away, but it continued to bring the sound of the sword dragging gold and iron to the earth. The killing wind is back, and the dust and fog are misty. The rustling footsteps are from far and near, which is terrifying; The blade of the sword is sharp, and it follows the figure of Mu Ran, who seems to be alive and dead, all the way forward, without dodging or dodging, and cutting off the sand and stones that block the road!

The Beacon Smoke Illusion is coming. This time, there is no second piece of Fuyan Jade to guide people.

His life is at stake, and before he finds out the details of his opponent, he doesn't want to enter the Beacon Smoke Illusion again, and the sword blade will be corresponding again!

This is beyond the bottom line.

Shower Yusheng tore off his robe with his big hand and threw it on the side of the road, carrying a knife and a sword backwards with his bare body. He is extinct with the many years of experience of savages in the wasteland, and if he can keep up with his footsteps, he must be a person who is very familiar with all kinds of styles.

But the black hole can travel through space for thousands of miles in an instant, and every time the wild man is covered with dead leaves, he can always turn around and hear the sound of dragging swords in the wind.

It's really going to be driven crazy.

Unable to return to the Central Plains, he could only go all the way to the northwest. But the peach blossom that was galloping to report the news had been stopped by someone.

This rush is three days and three nights, isolated and helpless.

Three days.

It was enough to say goodbye to the Confucian scholars on the other side of the ghost swamp and leave the Northern Regions without any notice, and walked towards the Central Plains on foot, following a trace of clues, and re-walking the path of the evil shadow to track the inexplicable people.

Three days later, Du Fanglin's footsteps stopped in front of a ferry.

The empty ferry, a hazy mist, the endless vast waters—the familiar memories stopped at a faint and familiar aroma of tobacco sent by the wind, as if there was a yellow coat with its back to the shadow of the tree, spinning the cigarette pipe, swallowing the clouds and spitting mist......

"Huh?"

Du Fanglin was silent, and the aroma and smoke did not last long, so it should be deliberately attention-grabbing. He turned and walked to the left, a few steps later. At the end of the smoke is the woods by the lake, and a small boat covered with aquatic plants.

A white piece of paper is pinned to a tree with a medicine needle.

It is a letter left in Mu Shaoai's handwriting:

"Passing through life and death, there is no one inside."