Half a moon later, early in the morning.

The loud bell resounded through the magnificent Qianhua Mountain.

The Lingxiao Sect is not a temple, so naturally there is no such thing as a morning bell and a dusk drum.

But why do you ring the bell in the early morning?

Of course, something big had happened, a big enough event to threaten the survival of the Ling Xiao Sect.

Feng Jiutian was holding a cup of tea in his hand, thinking about his thoughts.

You Ninghan hurriedly ran in, looking very nervous.

"Senior Brother Feng, something happened! Something is wrong! ”

"Haha, you are the son of the owner of Yuyuan Village, what kind of system do you have when you are so flustered?"

Feng Jiutian smiled slightly, and slowly drank the fragrant tea in the cup.

"Senior Brother Feng, Yelu Ruan, the king of Yongkang of the Khitan, led a large army to surround Qianhua Mountain!"

Feng Jiutian, who was still calm and calm, also frowned when he heard this.

"The Khitan besieged Qianhua Mountain, it must be because of the robbery of the birthday ceremony."

As he spoke, he ran briskly towards the main hall.

Before he got close, he saw a group of people standing outside the hall.

The Khitan leader was noble and slightly weak, but he carried a sword at his waist. There were three people behind him, all of whom were fierce and vicious, and they could not be beaten. Behind these four people, there are countless masters and soldiers. All the disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect were not to be outdone, all of them holding swords to each other, glaring angrily.

At this time, the atmosphere in front of the main hall was unprecedentedly tense, and it was overwhelming. Everyone present looked at the head of the house, Long Xingyun, and everything was in his thoughts.

Long Xingyun, who had been facing as heavy as water, opened his mouth loudly at this moment.

"Yelu Ruan, it's true that my Lingxiao faction intercepted the birthday gift, but there is no reason to return it!"

When Yelu Ruan heard this, his face became even more ugly.

"Long Xingyun, you are still the head of the righteous path, but your behavior is like a robber!"

"Definitely! We haven't robbed the treasure map, how do you ask the old man to return it? ”

"You admit to robbing the gifts, and you say there is no treasure map? It's really ridiculous! ”

Mu Xuantian sword in his chest, his expression was extremely angry.

"Yelu Ruan, you Khitan are really too deceitful!"

When Yelu Ruan heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, you intercepted my Khitan congratulatory gift, but said that my Khitan deceived people too much?"

"The treasure originally belongs to the Han people, and you Khitan are trying to get their hands on it, isn't it too much of a deception?"

"Haha, the treasure belongs to the Han people? When did the Later Tang Dynasty become the world of the Han people? ”

"The last emperor is Li Siyuan's righteous son, although his father-in-law is from Shatuo, he is a pure Han Chinese!"

"This ......"

Yelu Ruan was speechless for a moment, and looked at the three big men behind him.

The three of them looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Immediately, a man with a big waist and a round waist took a few steps forward.

"Although the treasure map is the property of the last emperor, it is owned by the Later Jin Dynasty, what does it have to do with you?"

"Although this map has nothing to do with our faction, it will never allow you to divide the wealth of the Han people!"

Long Xingyun glanced at Mu Xuantian and smiled slightly.

"King Yongkang, although the little apprentices are offended, our faction has not obtained the treasure map."

At this time, another big man beside Yelu Ruan snorted coldly.

"Long Xingyun, don't talk much, let the person who robbed the congratulatory gift come out to confront him!"

Long Lingxue was about to step forward to theorize when she heard this, but Mu Xuantian opened her mouth first.

"The robbery of congratulatory gifts has nothing to do with others, it is me and Feng Jiutian!"

Yelu Ruan shook his head and laughed.

"Hahaha, how can the two of them defeat the thousands of troops of the Jin Kingdom? It's ridiculous! ”

Everyone behind him burst out laughing. Mu Xuantian was ridiculed by the Khitan people, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Suddenly, an extremely strong aura approached like a mountain and a sea.

With this domineering aura, a young man in white came slowly. His expression was so calm, as if he looked at the Khitan heroes as if they were nothing.

"Isn't it ridiculous? If you don't want to live, just give it a try! ”

His voice was as cold as ever, like a sword in his hand that had killed countless people.

The arrival of Feng Jiutian made the already tense situation even more tense!

When the Khitan people saw the murderous aura around Feng Jiutian's body, no one could laugh.

There are probably not too many people in the world who can laugh out loud in the face of death.

"Boy, you...... You are the Feng Jiutian who killed people and robbed the map? ”

Yelu Ruan was intimidated by Feng Jiutian's momentum, and his voice became a little trembling.

"That's right, I killed people, and I robbed things!"

"Nine days, you must not be rude in front of King Yongkang!"

Long Xingyun's expression at this time was abnormal**, so much that people didn't dare to disobey.

"Master, with my Feng Jiutian here, I will never allow Khitan children to spread wild in Qianhua Mountain!"

The ring-eyed man laughed when he heard this, and he smiled so contemptuously.

He then drew a knife, a formidable one.

I saw that he raised the knife in his hand, and a huge rock beside him suddenly split into two halves, and sparks flew in all directions.

This knife may not be the fastest or heaviest in the world.

But there are never too many knives that are faster and heavier.

Everyone present was suppressed by this knife, but they couldn't suppress Feng Jiutian.

"Haha, is this dude a stonemason? That's a good idea! ”

Everyone burst into laughter, even the Khitan soldiers.

"You...... You! ”

The ring-eyed big man used the internal strength of his whole body, and slashed at Feng Jiutian with a knife.

Although Feng Jiutian's sword was fast, he didn't use it this time.

Just because of this, there was already a white light streaked through, an extremely fast, extremely fierce white light. This white light revealed a dignified killing intent, and stabbed obliquely at the Divine Gate Acupoint in the right hand of the ring-eyed man. The ring-eyed man had seen countless fast swords, but he had never seen a sword as fast as this white light.

This white jade sword that slashed like light was, of course, the Jinyu sword in Mu Xuantian's hand.

The ring-eyed man couldn't help but be a little stunned, but Mu Xuantian smiled proudly. But in an instant, the smile on Mu Xuantian's face froze. Because a knife appeared on his right side, a knife that shone with a cold light!

"Haha, just because you are also worthy of holding the Jinyu sword, it is better to give it to grandpa to play."

The laughter of the ring-eyed man did not fall, and the cold knife in his hand had been viciously chopped, and the moment the knife was slashed, Mu Xuantian disappeared and disappeared without a trace. He couldn't hold his back anymore, and the half-foot-thick stone bricks under his feet were split in half in an instant.

"This ...... How is this possible! ”

The ring-eyed man's brows were tightly locked, and cold sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, and at the same time, there was a fierce sword qi.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Feng is right, you are really a dry stonemason's material."

As he spoke, a jade sword pressed against the heart of the ring-eyed man.

Mu Xuantian sneered a few times and put away the Jinyu sword in his hand.

Long Xingyun's cold expression showed a slight smile at this time.

"Xiao Zan, what are you waiting for!"

Yelu Ruan's voice was unusually calm, as calm as if nothing had happened.

Just after his calm words, there was a loud bang behind Yelu Ruan. The sound was harsher than thunder, more powerful than a landslide. This sound should never have been made by a person, but the sound came from the strong man with a big waist and a round waist.

He didn't play drums, he didn't beat gongs, he didn't hit the bell, he just walked slowly. And this terrible loud noise was actually made when his big feet hit the ground, and he raised his hand with the power of ten thousand people, and when he threw his foot, there was a tendency to shatter the sky and the earth, and with every step, the floor tiles sank deeply, and a footprint was concave.

Xiao Zan, who had a big waist and a round waist, walked in front of everyone and snorted coldly, looking extremely contemptuous.

"The rats of the Lingxiao faction, if you have the guts, you will fight with grandpa and me!"

People with a big breath often have capital with a big mouth.

Xiao Zan's momentum is enough to deter everyone in the Ling Xiao Sect, this is undoubtedly his best capital!

His strong body, domineering momentum, and confident speech suppressed everyone.

Their faces were as low as ever, as low as frosted eggplants.

Even Long Xingyun, whose martial arts were unfathomable, couldn't help but hold down the Light Condensing Sword on his waist.

Although there are Qianhua Mountain who can fight Xiao Zan, there are very few, and there are only a handful.

What could be more inspiring in the world than to overwhelm the enemy with momentum? Xiao Zan's already invincible expression became more and more unscrupulous.

"Hahaha, Ling Xiao is such a big name, it turns out to be just a group of shrunken turtles!"

Long Xingyun's brows furrowed, and the hand holding the sword became tighter and tighter.

Xiao Zan's gaze swept across the audience, and countless masters were like nothing in front of him.

The air of Qianhua Mountain fell to the freezing point, as if it could freeze at any time.

In such a tense atmosphere, at a critical juncture, and with a tough opponent, there is one person laughing. The person who can still laugh at this time must be a person with ability, a person with great ability. In the past 20 years in Qianhua Mountain, although there are many talents, there is only one person who can be calm at this time. He is undoubtedly a genius, undoubtedly a dragon among men, and undoubtedly an existence close to God.

There are never too many people in the world who are so outstanding, and Feng Jiutian is one of them!

"Xiao Zan, do you know why no one is doing anything with you?"

Feng Jiutian had a smile on his face, an incomparably calm smile.

"Haha, of course I'm afraid that grandpa will send him back to the West with one punch!"

"No, no! What a big mistake! ”

"Oh? So why do you say? ”

"Because of a word."

"What?"

"People are shameless, even ghosts are afraid!"

"You...... How dare you scold me! ”

"Hahaha, I not only dare to scold you, but also dare to kill you!"

Feng Jiutian laughed loudly, the cold light in his hand flashed, and the sword was unsheathed.

The cold light flickered, the wind howled, and the heaven and earth were full of killing intent.

His sword is fast, fast, fast, fast and unpredictable. Don't say that Xiao Zan's body is bulky and ineffective, even immortals can't avoid his sword!

In an instant, Feng Jiutian had already attacked seventeen or eighteen swords, the moves were mysterious, and the swords were fatal.

None of his swords missed, but none of them caught blood!

A man of flesh and blood was stabbed by a blade that cut gold and jade, and he didn't even realize it. The Liuyun Sword seemed to be slashed on top of the mixed iron and condensed steel, and it shook Feng Jiutian's mouth in pain.

Xiao Zan couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and his smile was even more arrogant than before.

"Hahaha, just because you also want to break grandpa's golden bell jar, it's really beyond your strength!"

Feng Jiutian was not angry, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He firmly believes that in this world, there is no flawless martial arts, and there is no unlimited master.

He already knows himself and his opponent, and the rest is of course invincible!

But it's not easy to win Xiao Zan.

Xiao Zan's punches are not pretty, but they are practical, and every move can be fatal. Every punch he throws is the sound of wind and thunder, and every step he takes contains the momentum of the earth cracking. No one in this world has ever defeated Xiao Zan, and the people who challenged him have all died in front of him. The head of the dignified righteous path, the great first decency, is nothing more than Erer in his eyes.

The Lingxiao faction was depressed, Qianhua Mountain was trembling, and the destruction of the world was in his thoughts.

But he can destroy the sky, but he can't destroy the Liuyun Sword.

He can destroy the earth, but he can't destroy Feng Jiutian!

Xiao Zan's punch was very fast, the fist was full of energy, and the shadow of the fist was penetrating.

Feng Jiutian's sword was faster, so fast that Xiao Zan couldn't guard against it.

Since the golden bell jar is a martial art, there will definitely be its flaws. And the biggest flaw in the bell jar is the cover door, a blow can kill the cover door. Feng Jiutian has already stabbed Xiao Zan in several key places, which means that he is not far from finding the cover door!

"Xiao Zan, if you continue to fight, you will definitely die!"

"Haha, it's not me who died, it's you!"

Xiao Zan roared, raised his big hand high, and then slammed it down. His roar shook the mountains, and his giant fist sliced through the sky, powerful enough to destroy the withering and decaying. Feng Jiutian looked so weak and powerless in front of him.

The strength and weakness of the world's martial arts do not lie in complexity and simplicity, but in whether they can defeat the enemy with one move.

Xiao Zan's hammer is a move that is enough to win, a move that is enough to determine the outcome of the game. His fist fell, and it fell extremely fast, fiercely, and domineeringly. His fist instantly reached the top of Feng Jiutian's head, and the whirring wind stung Feng Jiutian's skin.

The faces of everyone in the Ling Xiao faction changed, becoming more nervous and more ugly. Long Xingyun couldn't hold back any longer, and the Light Condensing Sword was also out of its sheath, and it could be shot at any time.

But Feng Jiutian's face did not change, and his smile was still so calm.

Did he not see the fatal punch? Or is there already a certainty of victory?

No one in the world knows, not even Xiao Zan, who is the enemy of him.

But of course Feng Jiutian knew, and he knew it clearly.

Just when the fist was half an inch above his head, his man suddenly slid past Xiao Zan's crotch. He is faster than lightning, fiercer than a hungry tiger, and nimble than a swimming fish. The moment he slid under Xiao Zan's crotch, he jumped up and kicked his right foot to the back of his heart.

Defense, of course, is out of fear, and who will defend when there is no fear?

Xiao Zan was originally a fearless person, a person who never disdained defense, but at this time he had changed. At the moment when Feng Jiutian slipped by, he instinctively protected the Shenque acupoint.

This is undoubtedly three hundred taels of silver in this place, which undoubtedly indicates where the Fengjiutian cover door is.

Everyone knew that Xiao Zan had revealed a flaw. And those who show their flaws are undoubtedly those who are not far from failure. Xiao Zan's heart was kicked unconsciously, but revealing the cover door was fatal.

He didn't want to be killed by Feng Jiutian, there was only one way left, the best way.

That is, he took the lead and killed this difficult Feng Jiutian first!

His fists clenched, his joints gurgling.

This sound is like the firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, the tide of Qiantang.

With a little luck, an iron fist will be struck out like a mountain.

Although his fist didn't hit Feng Jiutian's people, it knocked down his sword.

Feng Jiutian, who does not have the Flowing Cloud Sword, is like fish and meat for Xiao Zan!

Of course, there is no one in the world who understands this truth more clearly than Feng Jiutian.

So, he bent down and went to pick up the Flowing Cloud Sword on the ground.

This sword is not just a sword at this moment, but the life of Feng Jiutian.

If he picks up the sword, he can pick up life.

If he can't pick it up, he will die.

Xiao Zan won't let him pick up the sword, if he survives, it means that the one who died is himself.

His punch was once again hard and relentless......

"Fool, I won't let you die!"

Long Lingxue saw that Feng Jiutian was about to die under Xiao Zan's fist, and couldn't help but shout anxiously. Her eyes were red, and tears filled her eyes. At this moment, she understood, and understood that the person she cared about the most was Feng Jiutian. If Feng Jiutian died, he didn't want to live in the world anymore.

Huang Haotian, Liu Hantian and others also closed their eyes, unable to bear to look at it any longer.

Just a second before Xiao Zan's fist was about to fall, Feng Jiutian's smile became brighter and brighter, as bright as the sun, as bright as a summer flower, and so brilliant that it was fascinating. A dying man should never smile so brightly, smile so proudly.

Unless he's already confident and has everything under control!

Xiao Zan's fist was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached Feng Jiutian's heart.

Although his fist cannot split the mountain, it is enough to break the stone, and although it cannot break the steel, it is enough to break the bone. If he was hit by this punch, even Da Luo Jinxian would not be able to escape death.

At the same time, everyone saw a light, a sword light that was brighter than a smile.

"Xiao Zan, I said a long time ago, if you continue to fight, you must be the one who dies!"

With Feng Jiutian's words, the sword light submerged into Xiao Zan's acupoint, and blood spurted out.

Xiao Zan looked at his lower abdomen in disbelief, and after a long time, he smiled. His smile was so helpless, so unwilling, and so self-deprecating.

"Boy, you...... Your hands are too fast......"

His strength had not yet been exhausted, and his words had not yet been finished, but the man was not breathing.

"Lingxue, don't cry, I'm fine."

Feng Jiutian slowly walked to Long Lingxue's side, his expression extremely gentle.

"Humph! I didn't cry. I'm squinting in the sand, a fool is a fool! ”

"Haha, I'm a fool to not realize that you care so much about me."

Long Lingxue lowered her head shyly, and Long Xingyun immediately opened her mouth.

"Nine Heavens, you have done a good job, and you have made a contribution to my Lingxiao Sect!"

"Master, with my Feng Jiutian here, discipline the Khitan thieves to die one by one!"

The sun shone on Feng Jiutian's face, making him look like a god.

Yelu Ruan's face became ugly, surprised and regretful. Immediately, he pointed at Feng Jiutian, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his expression was furious, he obviously had moved the killing intent, and he would never stop if he didn't break Feng Jiutian's corpse into ten thousand pieces today.

"Are you apologizing for your crimes, or are you bothering the king to do it himself!"

"Hahaha, if anyone is going to die today, it must be you!"

In the cold north wind, Feng Jiutian hung his sword upside down and walked over slowly. His steps were so light that he seemed to be silent, but in the ears of the people it was like thunder, and it shook people's hearts.

The blood on the tip of the sword, the corpse in front of the main hall, and the sharp aura between the eyebrows all announced death.

His sword is extremely sharp, but his man is sharper than the sword, so sharp that people dare not look at it.

Feng Jiutian was getting closer and closer to Yelu Ruan, Yelu Ruan no longer spoke, and it was difficult for him to even breathe. The Khitans are still high-spirited, but now even Yelu Ruan's body is like chaff.

Only the third man standing behind Yelu Ruan, the man who had not made a sound for a long time, his face never changed. Long Xingyun's concentration has always been very good, but compared to this man, it is still too different.

Such a big battle, such a strong opponent, such a rapid change.

His face was still calm, calm like a pool of stagnant water, without a ripple!

"Your name is Feng Jiutian? I'm Yelu Yanwen, remember you......"

After a long time, the man finally opened his mouth, slowly.

There was still no expression on his face, and there was no trace of warmth in his voice.

Sometimes calm is more terrible than irritable, and calm people you never know how strong he is. It's like people can often see how big a fire is, but it's hard to figure out how deep the water is.

"Yelu Yanwen, please don't embarrass the old man's disciple!"

Long Xingyun's brows furrowed high, he knew the details of Yelu Yanwen better than anyone else. Because he has only lost twice since his debut, one was at the hands of Yelu Yanwen.

"Long Xingyun, your disciple killed my senior nephew, is that it?"

Yelu Yanwen looked at Long Xingyun coldly, as cold as a sharp knife.

"If you want revenge, just do it with the old man!"

Long Xingyun's voice also became very cold, and the light condensing sword in his hand let out a buzzing sound.

The two peerless masters held swords opposite each other, and the murderous aura permeated the heavens and the earth in an instant.

Feng Jiutian ignored it and stopped Long Xingyun directly.

"Nine days, this battle is a matter between us, don't interfere!"

"Boss, use a cattle slaughtering knife to kill chickens? I, Feng Jiutian, will win two games in a row today! ”

Feng Jiutian's expression was so confident, so confident that it was difficult to question.

"Jiutian, are you really sure to win Yelu Yanwen?"

"Three moves must take its head!"

Yelu Yanwen's cold face showed a contemptuous smile.

"Feng Jiutian, looking at the world, no one dares to say that the three swords take my head!"

"If I do it, what should you Khitan do?"

Feng Jiutian's gaze swept across the Khitan crowd, and finally landed on Yelu Ruan's face.

"If you can do it, this king will immediately withdraw his troops and never mention the treasure map again!"

Feng Jiutian nodded, and then he smiled, very satisfied.

"Okay, if you dare to go back, Li Zuolin is your role model!"

"This king has made a word, and the horse is difficult to chase!"

Feng Jiutian stopped talking, and Yelu Yanwen was still silent.

Only the strong have the right to make rules, and only the words of the victor cannot be disobeyed!

There is an extremely knowledgeable hero who once said a sentence.

"There are ten copies of the sword, five copies are in Yinfeng, four copies are in Yanwen, and only one copy is in the rivers and lakes."

Yinfeng is Yinfeng Villa, and Yanwen is Yelu Yanwen!

Yelu Yanwen was dressed in an abyss robe, a long sword like an abyss, and an unfathomable master like an abyss. But his opponent at this time is also a master, and he is also a master who is enough to dominate the rivers and lakes.

If Yelu Yanwen is water, then Feng Jiutian is fire, a holy fire that will never be extinguished.

The Abyss Sword is unpretentious, but it contains murderous intentions. The Liuyun Sword is gorgeous and even sharper.

and their swords are like their people, and they are like their hearts.

The sword styles of the two are very different, and the hearts of the two are very different, but the murderous aura is the same.

They only looked at each other with their eyes, with eyes like thunder, their eyes met, their hearts struck each other, and countless sparks seemed to splash in the air. Their killing intent was soaring, and the fierce battle was about to break out, but they didn't rush to make a move.

No matter how high the martial arts and how high the status of the people in this world, there is only one life. Master duels are often only in one thought, and whoever is in a hurry to make a move is like a hurry to die.

If the people of the world can't survive in secret, who will want to die?

One moment, two moments, three moments......

They still looked at each other, and neither of them did anything.

If a bystander does not understand martial arts, he will find it extremely boring. But in the eyes of the masters, their gaze and the occasional change of body shape are all thrilling. Long Lingxue, Liu Hantian, Mu Xuantian and the others' heartbeats seemed to stop, and even Long Xingyun's face changed and changed, I don't know how many times.

The huge Qianhua Mountain was silent at this time, so quiet that it could be heard by dropping a needle.

A drop of sweat fell to the ground, shattering the silence.

Feng Jiutian's brows furrowed, and sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead. He knew he was wrong, and this time he was really wrong. Although Yelu Yanwen is not the strongest opponent he has ever encountered in his life, he is only half a chip behind. Feng Jiutian didn't say that he could win in three moves, even if he couldn't win in three hundred moves, but he had already boasted in public that he had already boasted about Haikou, even if it was as difficult as ascending to the sky, he would definitely say what he said.

The Liuyun Sword finally stabbed out, stabbing out a sword like a flowing rainbow.

Yelu Yanwen's Weiyuan sword also moved, and if it didn't move like an abyss's sword, it would move like a river. The attack is like fire, the code is as steady as a mountain, the fast is as fast as the wind, and the slow is as slow as a dense forest. His sword, like his man, may seem ordinary, but in fact it is extremely powerful.

Feng Jiutian seemed to be a little unable to parry, and the person actually retreated step by step.

The corners of Yelu Yanwen's mouth curled up contemptuously, and his gaze was so disdainful.

"Feng Jiutian, how powerful I am when you are, it seems that it is nothing more than that!"

His sword momentum became stronger and stronger, and a burst of rapid stabs and quick slashes set off an earth-shattering frenzy!

At this time, the Liuyun Sword is like a lonely boat, a lonely boat that is about to capsize in the wind and waves.

Feng Jiutian could only continue to retreat, constantly retreating backwards.

But no matter how big the venue is, there is an end, and at this time, Feng Jiutian has retreated to the end.

The enemy is not the enemy, there is no way to retreat, Feng Jiutian has reached a desperate situation......

Yelu Yanwen's sword became faster and faster, so fast that only the lightning as fast as blue light remained.

The blue light flashed, the sword qi surged, and the killing intent penetrated the soul.

"Feng Jiutian, you're going to be defeated!"

His voice was still so cold, still cold without a trace of emotion.

Feng Jiutian's voice changed, he became extremely flustered, and he was still trembling.

"I ...... I...... I'm going to lose......"

"Yes, you're going to lose! The old man wants to use your head to sue the soul of the priest's nephew! ”

Yelu Yanwen's sword turned into a cloud of light mist, an unpredictable light mist, domineering internal force, and fierce sword qi, crisscrossing between heaven and earth. People who shoot extremely quickly are often ruthless people, and they can't kill them for a single thought, especially against his enemies. The light mist shrouded Feng Jiutian, the killing intent shrouded Feng Jiutian, and death also shrouded Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian was forced out of breath by the sword mist at this time, and he was almost suffocated. He felt murderous intent in every inch of his skin, colder than ice, hotter than fire, maybe this is what death feels like.

But Feng Jiutian didn't want to die, didn't want to die, couldn't die, and didn't dare to die.

If he dies, it means the death of his father, and he will always be a mystery. It means that the murderer will always be at large, and the father will never be blind. It means that the evil demons will run rampant, and justice and goodness will be ruined.

Feng Jiutian will never allow this to happen, and will never allow it!

"Three moves, only three moves......"

Feng Jiutian had countless tricks in his mind, but none of them could win within three moves. With the current situation, it seems that his desire to save his life has become a luxury.

The north wind suddenly became stronger, so strong that it blew on the face like a knife. Feng Jiutian's sleeves were blown up by the wind, making a "whirring" sound.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian's eyes lit up, shining brightly on people's hearts.

"Yelu Yanwen, you can count, don't admit it after losing."

"I can count, but even more so I can kill, I hope you can give me a chance to count to three!"

"Okay, I'll make sure you'll count three at the end!"

Feng Jiutian waved his hand, threw out his big sleeves, swayed in the wind, and slapped at Yelu Yanwen's long sword.

There are many people in this world who use their sleeves as weapons, but they are all fierce and fierce, but Feng Jiutian's sleeves are completely powerless, like a thin white cloud.

Yelu Yanwen couldn't help but smile when she saw the situation, and smiled very proudly.

"Hahaha, I have a good trick for you, but it's just a battle of trapped beasts!"

The Wei Yuan Sword did not dodge, but directly met Feng Jiutian's sleeve. He is not fast with his sword, there is not much internal force on the sword, and the sword momentum is not fierce. Yelu Yanwen didn't care, he didn't think he had to care about it at all, he didn't need to care.

Because, striking iron and cloth is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and it will be self-defeating.

"Huh" Feng Jiutian's sleeves were cut off, as if he had cut off the "white clouds" with a sword.

Yelu Yanwen took out several swords in a row, bringing a thunderous sound. Feng Jiutian couldn't retreat, but that didn't mean he couldn't dodge.

Between heaven and earth, in the universe, there is not only the front and back, but also the top and bottom.

Feng Jiutian tapped the base behind him with his toes, and the whole person rose five or six feet upwards in an instant.

Yelu Yanwen's sword was too fast, so fast that he didn't wait for Feng Jiutian to fall, and he had already stabbed several swords. But the enemy is in mid-air, and no matter how fast Yelu Yanwen's sword is, it can only stab through the air.

Feng Jiutian smiled when he saw the situation, smiled confidently, smiled calmly, and smiled confidently. Immediately, he let out a long roar, and his voice was like the roar of a phoenix, shaking all living beings.

Feng Jiutian leaned down and rushed down.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth lost their brilliance, and the sun and moon were no longer shining.

Because of his Liuyun Sword, he has already condensed the brilliance of heaven and earth, the power of the sun and the moon.

His person is like a phoenix bathed in fire, and the sword in his hand is like a shooting star.

In addition to meteors, what else in the world can emit such a brilliant and brilliant light?

When a meteor falls, it will burn all the darkness and pain.

At this moment, it seems that time is no longer moving, the universe is no longer moving, and the moment has become eternal.

Death is terrible, and no one is not afraid of it.

But the sword of a meteor is so beautiful, so beautiful that one forgets the fear of death. It is so beautiful that people even feel that if they don't die under such a sword, life is a pity.

Yelu Yanwen was stunned, Long Xingyun was stunned, and everyone was completely stunned.

The sword is perfect, it is flawless, and it is indelible in the hearts of men.

There are many swordsmanship in the world, and there are countless of them, but there is only one that has such power. That's what countless masters dream of - the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian!

The Liuyun Sword fell, and the Abyss Sword slashed upward.

The two swords, the tips of the swords touched, and the true qi broke through the sky.

"Click...... Click......"

The Abyss Sword suddenly made a soft sound, and then it broke inch by inch, turning into powder.

"This ...... That's impossible! No matter how strong the Thirteen Heavenly Swords are, they will never be so strong! ”

The calm Yelu Yanwen could no longer be calm, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and he was drenched in cold sweat. At this time, he has no sword, let alone courage, and the next step is to lose his life......

The Liuyun Sword did not slow down its fall, and went straight to Yelu Yanwen, Feng Jiutian is a person who does what he says, and he will never change it easily if he says three moves to take his head.

"Nine days, don't hurt his life!" Long Xingyun shouted.

"Feng Shaoxia, please be merciful!" Yelu Ruan, the king of Yongkang, also shouted.

Feng Jiutian didn't pay attention to them, in his opinion, everyone's pleas were far inferior to his own oaths. But he finally stopped, and finally chose to let Yelu Yanwen go.

Why did he stop suddenly? Is it true that he will no longer fulfill his vows?

Everything was because he saw a look, a look that had to stop, and this look, like Long Xingyun and Yelu Ruan, was expecting forgiveness for Yelu Yanwen.

The only person in the world who can make Feng Jiutian put down his sword may be the owner of this eye-Long Lingxue.

"Yelu Yanwen, I still couldn't kill you in the end......"

Feng Jiutian slowly looked at Liuyun Sword, and then at himself.

"We really don't have a treasure map, but is it okay to pay the price of defeat with my life?"

Yelu Yanwen shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"No...... The first master of the Khitan is dead, and only the sword master is alive. ”

"So I didn't lose our bet?"

"Of course, the one who lost was my Yelu Yanwen......"

Yelu Ruan and Long Xingyun both wanted to exhort Yelu Yanwen, but he had already turned to leave. His back is so bleak, so desolate, so sad.

"Feng Jiutian lives in the world, and I, Yelu Yanwen, will never enter the rivers and lakes again."

This is the last sentence left by the former No. 1 Khitan master to the rivers and lakes......