"You two don't blame the sword head, our disciples of Yunjian Mountain, whether they are just starting out or a genius like Xuanyun Fourteen Swords, must participate in this kind of door-to-door action, you must know that those who practice swords are most likely to go astray alone, before the Sword Ancestor created Yunjian Mountain, the sword practitioners were basically all alone, a plate of loose sand, at that time, the sword cultivation was quite low among all the monks, and was basically regarded as a juggler, do you know why?" Xuanyun's fourteen swords, the suave sword, said while walking behind Ding Ku'er and Ding Su'er.

Ding Ku'er and Ding Su'er really hate this guy who looks handsome and extraordinary, I can't say why, in short, I hate it, maybe it's because of his identity as the Fourteen Swords of Xuanyun in Yunjian Mountain.

In the eyes of the two sisters Ding Ku'er, Yunjian Mountain separated their mother and son, forced them to learn swords, and wanted to get rid of their benefactors, there was no good thing up and down, and the two women stubbornly believed that the more Yunjian Mountain was a character in the upper echelons, the less it was a thing.

Therefore, the two of them didn't hear the words of the sword at all and ignored them.

The sword didn't care, followed behind the two women, and said as he walked: "The reason is very simple, there is no sword, no inheritance. Swordsmanship is a kind of system that requires hundreds of years of accumulation and generations of inheritance and precipitation. ”

"If every sword cultivator only relies on his own comprehension and refining the sword by himself, it is really too difficult, and it is impossible to form a sword path at all. ”

"Sword cultivation is not like other monks, sword cultivation consumes a lot of resources, the resource consumption of one sword cultivation is more than three ordinary monks, if you add the consumption required to refine the sword, it is almost comparable to five or six monks, such a huge consumption, without the support of a sect behind, it is simply impossible to go further in the way of the sword. ”

"Don't look at how great the immortal cultivation sects are, in fact, any sect in this world is like a hungry starvation, all of them are dying, once the supply of resources is cut off, the huge sect will be torn apart and collapse in the blink of an eye. ”

"You may think that our Yunjian Mountain has to get along with that guy called Good Luck a little too much? You hate that guy because he almost killed your mother and robbed you of your belongings, but the reason why we in Yunjian Mountain had to kill him, and the reason why we had to kill him with a sword was because of the way of the sword. ”

"The road is difficult, like a thin line hanging between two cliffs, if you want to climb from this cliff to another cliff, you have to walk on this thin line, if you are not careful, you will fall down to pieces, this thin line is the way. ”

"And that guy called Good Luck has shaken the foundation of my sword path in Cloud Sword Mountain. ”

"In the world, the sword of my Yunjian Mountain has always been the fastest, the strongest, The most invincible, now suddenly someone snatched my sword from Yunjian Mountain, this is not enough, he even killed my disciple of Yunjian Mountain with a sword, this is not so simple, there are three major sword sects in the world, Yunjian Mountain is the largest one, and there are nine ghost ghosts in the endless demon cave, plus the Xuantian Empire's Wenjian Sect, these two have been staring at me Yunjian Mountain, if I make a slight mistake in Yunjian Mountain, I will be trampled under the feet of the other party, if I can't even kill good luck, it can't prove that my Yunjian Mountain is invincible, a group of monks who dare not say that their sect is invincible in the way of the sword, it is very difficult to set foot in a higher realm。 ”

"Is kendo number one really so important?" Bu Acid was originally going to ignore it, but at this time, he asked with a frown.

Seeing that the two girls finally had an opening, the sword licked her lips that were dry, and said with a smile: " In the eyes of others, kendo first, but a false name, but in our eyes, kendo first behind is not just a title, if it is really just a false name, we don't care, behind the four words kendo first, is endless resource plunder, now tell you these things you will not understand, this is a matter of the upper netherworld, and when you enter the qi training period, you will know how important these four words are, important to the point of life and death of Yunjian Mountain. ”

Ding Acid'er twisted her head to the side, if she didn't say it, she didn't say it, she actually didn't have much interest in knowing this, what she was thinking about most now was how to get back to her mother, Yun Jianshan's bullshit kendo had nothing to do with her.

The sword picked at the emanation on his sideburns with his hand, looked ahead and said, "Huh, isn't that lucky guy even dead?"

As soon as they heard the name Good Luck, the eyes of the two women looked ahead, and the sword glanced at the two women, with a complicated look in his eyes, and said: "Good luck, that guy really robbed your belongings and almost killed your mother?"

Ding Ku'er and Ding Su'er's hearts were shocked, and Ding Ku'er hurriedly gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, we can't wait to peel his skin!"

Butyric nodded sharply and looked like a tigress.

The two women knew how much the disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain hated good luck, and if they knew that good luck was their life-saving benefactor, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The sword smiled meaningfully and said, "Okay, since you hate him so much, after you catch him in a while, you will ask you to skin him yourself." ”

The words of the sword frightened the two women at once, and the disciples of Yunjian Mountain have been in contact for so long, they already have a general understanding of the disciples of Yunjian Mountain, these guys are completely detached from the rules of the world, their thoughts are different from normal people, and the things they value are completely different from normal people, and the things they value are completely different from normal people, and if the two of them peel off Fang Dang's skin, then they will really complete this matter meticulously.

The two women's faces turned pale, their lips were tightly closed, and Ding Ku'er said with a little difficulty: "Forget it, we haven't killed anyone, and we don't dare to kill anyone." ”

You are now a disciple of Yunjian Mountain, and the sword in your hand is

It is used to kill people, and this time it is just right to open a meat sacrifice sword for you, and cut the enemy in your hand, how happy is it?"

The two women glanced at each other, with a complicated look in their eyes.

Fang Dang moved his shoulders and arms, Han Wang's pills were quite effective, after a full day's rest, the injury on Fang Dang's shoulders had healed, and his arms were still slightly sore, but after two activities, the blood veins were smooth, and there was no problem.

Fang Dang found that after he entered the blood quenching level and began to refine his heart, there was always a feeling of too much force in his heart, the beating of the heart was too hard, but the blood veins were still very weak, and the blood flow was constantly impacting the blood vessels around the body, this feeling was not too strong now, but Fang Dang had a feeling that if he allowed the power of this blood blood impact to grow, his blood vessels would be broken by blood sooner or later.

At the same time, because Fang Dang was drawing spiritual energy from the Strange Poison Inner Pill, Fang Dang's bloodline was inevitably impregnated with poison.

This toxicity is different from ordinary toxicity, because it is contained in the aura, and it can be said that it is the purest and purest poison extracted from the poison.

Fang Dang could even feel that their blood and his own were constantly merging, and most importantly, Fang Dang could also feel that they were beginning to attach to his heart, and every beat of the heart began to become inseparable from each other with the help of the power of the poisonous aura.

Fang Dang gritted his teeth, the next road, he could only take one step at a time, as for what this road would end up being, Fang Dang couldn't think about it now.

Father-in-law Zhang had already spoken, unlike before, when Father-in-law Zhang asked Fang Dang not to shrink into the shield light array, this time Father-in-law Zhang was like a broom star to drive Fang Dang away.

Fang Dang didn't care about this at all, in Fang Dang's eyes, Father-in-law Zhang was of little value, Fang Dang didn't put any feelings on him, so Father-in-law Zhang did anything, Fang Dang felt that it was a matter of course, and it was not unexpected.

Just like the beast in the rotten poisonous beach, he and Fang Dang were not of the same kind, so it was completely normal for this beast to suddenly burst out and bite Fang Dang.

After Fang Dang rested, his whole body was full of strength, the Strange Poison Inner Pill and the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword in his hand were all eager to try, Fang Dang's heart was extremely looking forward to the next battle, so Fang Dang immediately walked through the cracked black armor sword halberd sergeant and walked towards the world outside the shield light array.

Streams of fresh air rushed in front of him, seemingly cleaning away all the filth in Fang Dang's body.

Seeing that Fang Dang was about to walk out of the shield light array, Princess Jing spoke: "Wait, good luck, you can't go out!"

Father-in-law Zhang said lightly: "If the good luck doesn't go out, everyone will give him a burial, and if he dies, he will save so many people, isn't it a good thing?"

Princess Jing suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, since Gonggong Zhang called Good Luck to send him to death, then Princess Ben will go with Good Luck!"

After saying that, Princess Jing walked behind Fang Dang, Zheng Shou and the others immediately stepped forward and gathered around Princess Jing, including the bitter sister-in-law and Wuzhou, who followed Princess Jing for five weeks, forming a big circle.

For Princess Jing, the capital is a big cage, and instead of going to the cage to be a canary, it is better to die here happily.

Gonggong Zhang snorted coldly, and the black-armored sword and halberd sergeants around him immediately separated Princess Jing and Fang Dang, blocking Princess Jing's way forward.

At this time, Fang Dang turned his head and said with a smile: "You wait for me, I will go and kill the disciple of Cloud Sword Mountain and come back." Fang Dang said lightly, it seemed that he was just going to kill a chicken, however, at this time, no one dared to say that Fang Dang was arrogant, because Fang Dang had already killed two of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Cloud Sword Mountain one after another.

The black-armored sword and halberd sergeants all looked at each other in awe, and the strong man deserved respect no matter what his identity was.

Gonggong Zhang nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, knowing advance and retreat, good luck, I wish you a successful start." ”

Father-in-law Zhang waved his hand as he spoke, and a soldier next to Father-in-law Zhang ran to Fang Dang, took out a wax-sealed pill from his pocket and handed it to Fang Dang.

Fang Dang suspiciously sealed the wax pill.

Zhang Gong said fairly: "This is a strong pill, it is not a great pill, but eating one can make you increase your strength by three percent in a quarter of an hour, those guys in Yunjian Mountain know that the disciples of the quenching level can't fight you, and they continue to fight, they will inevitably make a ghost, you take this pill to fight, how can you increase your chances of winning." Although I told you to fight, I am the one who most hopes that you will survive. ”

Fang Dang looked at the Mighty Pill in his hand, and then looked at Princess Jing who was surrounded by the black-armored sword and halberd sergeants, Princess Jing squinted her eyes and looked at the wax pill in Fang Dang's hand, her eyesight has grown a lot now, and she clearly saw the three words of Mighty Pill engraved on the wax pill, so she nodded.

Then Princess Jing slapped her head hard, and saw Fang Dang directly throw the wax-sealed strong pill into her mouth, normal people take this kind of pill, they have to smash the outer wax shell before they can eat, but Fang Dang has no regular wax shell at all.

Sure enough, Fang Dang frowned and stuck out his tongue after chewing twice.

Fang Dang looked at Princess Jing suspiciously, those pure eyes made Princess Jing feel as if she had done something wrong.

However, Fang Dang still swallowed the pill.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Dang felt that his body began to get hot gradually, even his breath was burning, and the breath coming out of his nostrils carried a burning meaning.

Fang Dang felt as if he had turned into a piece of coal, his whole body was burning, his muscles were tense, he was holding the sword in his hand and wanted to swing it out immediately, just cut anything, not vomit or be unhappy.

Step out of the shield light array formed by the black-armored sword halberd sergeant.

On the opposite side were nearly a thousand Cloud Sword Mountain disciples, these Cloud Sword Mountain disciples stared at Fang Dang one by one, especially Ziyun Mountain's gaze, which was like two sharp swords slashing at Fang Dang's head.

Fang Dang completely ignored these gazes, his eyes were excitedly looking for his opponent.

Yun Jian Shan put out six disciples of the Blood Quenching Realm at one time for Fang Dang to choose from.

Fang Dang was as if he was choosing a delicious feast, even when he chose a disciple of Cloud Sword Mountain with the longest and widest sword.

At this time, the Mountain Splitting Sword could be regarded as understanding Fang Dang's selection criteria.

The disciple of Yunjian Mountain selected by Fang Dang was named Hanging Bell, his appearance was quite ugly, his face was wrinkled, although he was not too old, he looked like an old man of seventy or eighty years old, and his body was relatively thin, with a pair of broom eyebrows, a bitter face, and a sparse yellow hair on his head.

Such a guy will not be treated well when he goes there.

Hanging from his waist is a one-meter-three long sword, this sword is different from ordinary swords, because this sword is particularly wide, side by side with the hanging bell, a little wider than the hanging bell's emaciated body, this sword must be very heavy, so the hanging bell's body is like a delicate willow tree that has been bent, bent in the direction of the hanging sword. Every step is as if you are dragging your sword forward.

To be honest, such a sword can only be used for viewing, and it is really hard to imagine that someone would use such a wide sword as a weapon to wield.

As soon as Fang Dang saw such a sword, he had an urge to jump.

The hanging bell was pointed at by Fang Dang with his hand, and he already had a bitter look like he had eaten a bitter melon, his whole face was wrinkled, and he stretched out his hand and swayed it in front of his chest, signaling Fang Dang to choose someone else.

Is there such a wreck in Yunjian Mountain that does not dare to come forward when encountering challenges?

This guy is simply the best of the best.

"Hanging Bell, since he chose you, you can't hide, go!" Ziyunshan spoke.

The face of the hanging bell became more bitter, and he looked around him, and then he had to lean forward, and dragged the wide and heavy sword forward step by step, and his thin body leaned like a slender man by the river.

The sound of the tip of the sword at the waist of the hanging bell echoed throughout the clearing.

Click, click, click, the hanging bell took a step and it rang.

The hanging bell walked more than ten meters in front of Fang Dang step by step and paused, looked at Fang Dang with a pair of eyes, shook his head again, and motioned for Fang Dang to change people.

Fang Dang had already put aside the broken sword he had obtained from Han Wang, holding his own Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword.

Fang Dang directly closed his eyes this time, just like a ritual, at the same time that Fang Dang closed his eyes, the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword also opened his eyes.

Of course, the eyes of the Chiba Blind Grass Sword do not exist, it is a kind of perception, a kind of fit between Fang Dang's spirit and the Chiba Blind Grass Sword, Fang Dang has become the instrument spirit of the Chiba Blind Grass Sword at this moment, and has become the soul of the Chiba Blind Grass Sword.

Seeing the world with the Chiba Blind Grass Sword and seeing the world with Fang Dang's own eyes are completely different appearances.

In the perception of the Chiba Blind Grass Sword, there are only swords in the world, and there are swords lined up on the opposite side, thousands of swords.

These swords emit a variety of light, some sharp, some jagged, some dim, and some sunny.

Fang Dang looked at the sword in front of him.

The long, wide, and heavy sword had no lustre, like a shovel used to dig out ashes.

This made Fang Dang feel a little surprised, but then he understood that although the Chiba Blind Grass Sword had not given birth to a machine spirit, it was still able to tell Fang Dang something.

It turns out that the sword was a form before it was activated by the monk, and it was a form again after activation, and it was useless to just look at the light state of the sword in a stationary state.

Both the man and the sword exude a treacherous atmosphere, completely different.

Seeing that Fang Dang didn't look at him, the hanging bell couldn't help but sigh slightly, and untied the iron rope of the sword around his waist one by one, and in the loud sound, the heavy sword got rid of the shackles.

The hanging bell lifted the heavy sword more than ten centimeters with great difficulty with both hands, and thuded the tip of the sword into the ground, which looked like a tombstone.

The hanging bell breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his waist, and then twisted his waist like an old man, turning around in two or three circles.

This made the black-armored sword halberd sergeants on the opposite side quite impatient.

Fang Dang was not the slightest impatient, still closing his eyes and using his sword to sense the other party.

The sword still didn't move, and it seemed to have really become a tombstone, silent.

The hanging bell snapped twice, foamed at the palm, and then gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands.

The mountain splitting sword said at this time: "Good luck, this sword of the hanging bell is called blunt and bladeless, and it weighs three hundred catties, so you'd better be careful." Also, you will never be able to learn the sword technique of the hanging bell, so you don't have to waste effort in this area. ”I1387