In just a few words, Fang Fan actually walked away in the ghost gate. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf there is only one life, Fang Fan's clothes can already drip water now, fortunately......

Fang Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva imperceptibly, and said without being humble or arrogant: "Thank you, senior."

Ji Yu didn't talk, but flicked his fingers towards the blade of the Liuyun Sword, his ears close to the trembling sword body, and listened carefully to the sound of the sword.

After a long time, the sound of the sword that vibrated in the air gradually stopped, and Ji Yu used the sword as a crutch to lean on his body, and said, "The sword is a good sword, but the sword spirit that lives in it is too tyrannical."

Fang Fan said: "Exactly, this is still a new sword."

Ji Yu said: "The technique is good, where is the person who refines the sword?"

"Me." The little arson expert raised his hand happily, ignoring the fall of others.

His character is like this, Ji Yu has never looked at him from beginning to end, so naturally he can't get his respect.

The attitude shown by the little arson expert finally caught Ji Yu's attention, and he looked deeply at the little arsonist expert, and the air slowly condensed like the river water in the cold winter moon.

The little arsonist seems to be unaware of the danger, and always hangs his head and kicks the stones at his feet with his toes.

Ji Yu suddenly smiled, and the cold winter quickly turned into a warm spring, but before Fang Fan could relax, Ji Yu had suddenly flashed behind the arson expert, and the Liuyun Sword held in his right hand was in a sheath.

"So fast!" Fang Fan secretly exclaimed in his heart, he really didn't see Ji Yu's movements clearly. There must not be a little expert in arsoning, but he was always on guard against Ji Yu's sudden attack, so the moment Ji Yu thundered out of his sword, he used the paper umbrella as a shield in front of him.

I don't know if it's the sword is sharp or the sword is fast, with a click, the paper umbrella is smoothly cut in half from the tip of the umbrella to the handle. The tip of the umbrella is only the thickness of a woolen needle, and it takes amazing insight and precision to split it evenly.

What's even more incredible is that the paper umbrella was dissected, and the hand that held the handle of the umbrella by the little arson expert did not have a single wound, not even broken skin!

The little arson expert stood on the spot, for a long time, came back to his senses, turned to face Ji Yu, and his eyes were still full of unruliness.

Ji Yu refused to look at him anymore, his eyes turned to Fang Fan, and said, "The sword momentum is too domineering, and it still needs to be precipitated."

The little arson expert turned his head to look at Fang Fan, and his eyebrows raised.

"You want my sword, but my sword doesn't have a sword spectrum." Ji Yu slowly walked towards Fang Fan.

"No sword spectrum?" Fang Fan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said loudly, "What do you mean?"

Ji Yu walked to a meter in front of Fang Fan and stopped, and said coldly and arrogantly: "If the sword is recorded, then the sword will also become a mortal thing."

Fang Fan chewed this sentence carefully, his eyes suddenly lit up, and said, "You want to teach it personally?"

Ji Yu said: "My sword is a murderous sword, are you sure you want to learn it?"

Fang Fan pursed his lips slightly and said, "You mean, every time I make a sword, I can also be killed?"

Ji Yu said indifferently: "The existence of the sword is to kill people, my sword is not embroidered, and the sword will see blood as soon as it comes out."

Fang Fan looked at the little arson expert and said, "Then ...... him?"

Ji Yu said: "I only used one sword against him, and he didn't lose his life, what about you?"

"Me?" Fang Fan smiled and said, "Of course I want to try."

Ji Yu threw the flowing cloud towards Fang Fan, and at the same time that Fang Fan reached out to take it, Ji Yu walked to the bluestone stele, stroked the body of the stele with his hand, and said lightly: "Initially, I swung my sword ten thousand times a day, and later, as I grew old, I could only swing my sword a thousand times a day. It used to be a bluestone mountain, but now it has become a monument, and the swords engraved in this monument have been lost in the long river of time with the passage of time. ”

Fang Fan and the little arson expert said in unison: "This used to be a mountain?!"

"This is an island of mountains." Ji Yu said something that was very common to him in a flat tone, and at the same time stretched out his hand to the bluestone stele, the bluestone stele suddenly seemed to be virtualized, and the dry palm actually penetrated into the body of the stele, and a rusty green sword was lifted out by Ji Yu.

"Too much time has passed, and this Xiaoqing, who dominates the rivers and lakes with me, has also rotted with me." Ji Yu's figure suddenly became a little sluggish.

Fang Fan and the little arson expert had not yet come out of the previous shock, and I don't know if the two of them had heard this sentence.

"Come on, after doing this last thing, the name Ji Yu will disappear from the rivers and lakes from now on."

Ji Yu smiled, his body suddenly moved, the green sword flashed through Fang Fan's throat, and with a bang, a few sparks splashed on Fang Fan's face, Ji Yu had already reached behind him, and the sword was in the shape of a sheath again.

"With my crippled body, but left a great reputation on the rivers and lakes, the world thinks that my swordsmanship is as complex as the sea, but I don't know that I am just a pure slash, when you swing the sword ten thousand times, millions of times, ten million times, even if it is a waste product, it has also been carved into a good product.

Later, there were more and more enemies encountered, there were confidants, there were enemies, when asked the name of the sword move, I can no longer call the sword move one sword, two swords, three swords and the like, always have to take a loud name, so, this style of sword move name - thunder. ”

When the sword is fast enough, it can catch up with the thunder.

Fang Fan stared at the sheath made by Ji Yu, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you have to return the sword to the sheath every time you finish the sword?"

Ji Yu was relieved: "You really found out, when the sword is in the sheath, the speed of the sword can reach the fastest."

Fang Fan frowned and said, "If a sword misses and the sword is in the sheath, what should I do?"

The corners of Ji Yu's mouth hooked, and he sneered: "As long as the sword is faster than others."

When the word "but" was spoken, the green sword rose from top to bottom, and the sword slashed towards Fang Fan's abdomen like a frightened rainbow, the star map was cut in an instant, and a blood line slowly secreted out, and with a bang, blood spurted out.

Ji Yu's eyes were suddenly full of disappointment, and he sighed: "I thought you would fall at the fourth sword, but I didn't expect to only reach the second sword."

"But I thought I could hold out until you reached the seventh sword, and you were still alive and well."

Fang Fan's confident voice suddenly came from behind him, followed by a blazing sword aura, and the sharp tip of the sword burning with black flames was piercing the tail point near Ji Yu's tailbone.

A happy smile immediately appeared on Ji Yu's face, and he didn't turn around, the green sword came out of the "sheath", and the back of his head was like a pair of eyes that could perceive everything, and the green sword stabbed out from under the right rib, and suddenly hit the tip of the Liuyun Sword.

Fang Fan suddenly felt a terrifying huge force coming from the sword, his entire right arm was almost shattered, every muscle was torn, every meridian was bulging, and his body kicked back seven or eight steps in a row.

Just when Fang Fan's body was not stable, Ji Yu, who was facing away from him, suddenly floated like catkins, holding the hilt of the green sword with both hands, and suddenly stabbed from under the armpit of his left arm, and in an instant, the rusty but shining cold light of the sword tip pierced into Fang Fan's heart!