Divine Sword Villa, the third young master Xie Xiaofeng, has only lost to two people in his life!

One person is Murong Qiudi, he has failed countless times at the hands of this woman, but there is definitely no second person who is more profound!

Because he really lost at the hands of the second person, it was not a conspiracy, but pure martial arts!

This person is Yan Thirteen!

In the past, the thirteen swords that killed him were already the first killing swords in the martial arts, and they were extremely powerful, and they were not convinced by killing all the world!

And in the hands of Yan Thirteen, this Thirteen Deadly Swords even had their own life, turning the previous Thirteen Swords into rhizomes, and the fourteenth sword into branches and leaves, thus opening up the most brilliant and gorgeous flowers, which is the Fifteenth Sword of Death!

This is already a sword technique that does not belong to the mortal world, and once it is killed, it will only bring despair and destruction, and plunder all life!

This is the sword of the Great Asura!

Fang Ming naturally had a great interest in this Shura Sword, which was almost on par with Yue Nu's Heavenly and Human Divine Sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, in the heavens and on the ground, there is probably only one Xie Xiaofeng who can truly know the essence of the fifteenth sword of death.

"The fifteenth sword of death?"

Jiazi Sword Slave's face also changed: "You know? ”

Fang Ming stood with his hands in his hands and said leisurely: "I naturally know that you have been cultivating for more than ten years, specializing in this supreme sword, and you think that you have obtained the essence of this sword!" ”

Jiazi said: "It's a pity that this sword has been broken!" ”

Fang Ming said: "You saw Ding Peng's magic knife?" Think that this will kill even a sword that will not be able to block the blow of the magic knife? ”

A look of reverence appeared on Jiazi's face: "Ding Gongzi and the old master have reached a realm that we can't understand, and we can only look up to the mountains!" ”

Fang Ming said: "So I'm also surprised, this original 'death' sword will definitely not be defeated so easily, so I have to see it!" ”

Jiazi said: "Do you have to see it?" ”

"I have to see it!"

Jiazi asked again: "It seems that if we don't use that sword, I'm afraid we will only die!" ”

Fang Ming said: "Not bad! ”

Steward Xie opened his mouth wide, not knowing how things had developed to this scene.

And the four sword slaves had already stepped forward in unison, all holding swords in their hands.

The four long swords stood in front of their chests, the tips of the swords stretched out flat, arranged in a fan, and slowly approached forward, suddenly forming a sword curtain with no dead ends.

The wind, at this moment, seemed to stand still.

Fang Ming was still a few zhang away from the four great sword slaves at this time, but in the middle of this distance, there seemed to be two incomparable huge forces impacting each other, this empty number of zhang, it seemed that there were tens of millions of sharp swords, tens of millions of sharp knives, controlled by tens of millions of invisible hands flying and slashing at each other.

Even if a small soybean falls in, it will be chopped into tens of millions of slices and become a fine powder that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

Steward Xie was already stunned.

His face had turned white, and he could never have imagined that there was such a terrifying swordsmanship in the world.

But Fang Ming was sighing: "Sure enough...... You have only obtained the 'form' of the fifteenth sword, but you have not obtained its 'god', and after more than ten years of penance, it is just a pile of dross! ”

At this time, the four sword slaves had already done their best, and beads of sweat were falling constantly, but Fang Ming could still talk eloquently, and even a blind person could see the difference.

Seeing this, Jiazi's lips were furrowed, but he still couldn't say a word.

Because every ounce of his strength, even his spirit, has been poured into the sword in his hand, and he can't withdraw a single point, and if he draws it, it will be 'death'!

"Four idiots! This sword can only kill yourselves! ”

Fang Ming suddenly withdrew his hands back.

The four swords fell to the ground at the same time, and the four sword slaves fell at the same time, as if they had collapsed.

"Watch them out!"

Fang Ming said four words, and immediately turned around and left.

Because his goal has been achieved, the sword qi battle just now has attracted the arrival of a sword qi.

The sword aura of the 'Heavenly Sword'!

There are thousands of cliffs around the Divine Sword Villa, high in the sky, the wall is slippery without leaving a hand, even the apes can't climb over, but in front of Fang Ming, it's just a path.

He walked up with his hands in his hands, his expression was extremely dashing, but his toes were firmly glued to the smooth surface of the cliff, and he was actually walking on the ground.

When he reached the top of the cliff, in the clouds and mist, he saw Xie Xiaofeng!

Xie Xiaofeng's first impression of Fang Ming was like a recluse, he had a pair of gray eyes, he looked so tired, so tired of life, these were the eyes of an old man.

Xie Xiaofeng's age is indeed not young.

But if you look closely, you will find that he is not actually immortal, because his hair is only a few gray, just like his long hair, there are no wrinkles on his face, and his skin is still very shiny and delicate.

His silhouette is really handsome, and he is indeed worthy of the reputation of a beautiful man, no wonder he had so many affairs when he was young.

For now, he can still stir up a storm among women, a maddening storm, if he wants to.

Originally, Xie Xiaofeng was just the appearance of a hermit, but now Fang Ming saw a kind of light in him.

The light of the sword!

Although he was wearing a gray robe, he was inconspicuous, but he carried a sword!

The scabbard of this sword is jet black, although it is old, it is still very well preserved, the apricot yellow spike color has faded, but the ancient form of the sword is still shining.

This is not a sharp weapon forged by a famous teacher, nor is it an ancient sword, but it is a famous sword that is unparalleled in the world.

More than 200 years ago, the world's famous heroes gathered in Huashan to talk about martial arts and swords, and Xie Tian, the first owner of Shenjian Villa, impressed the world's swordsmen with his peerless swordsmanship, and was publicly recommended as the world's first swordsman!

This sword is one of the four swords that Xie Tian used in Huashan back then, and it is one of the four swords that have been passed down in the entire Divine Sword Villa for more than two hundred years, and only Xie Xiaofeng is worthy of this sword!

"I feel an incomparable demonic nature in you, if you let it develop again, it will definitely be a catastrophe for the entire martial arts!"

Xie Xiaofeng spoke, his voice was old, and it did not match his face: "But what makes me puzzled is that you can completely grasp this demonic nature, I have seen a young man who is about to get rid of demonic nature before, and now I have seen a peerless true demon who has entered the demon even deeper, but is at ease!" Alas...... How much God loves the Devil! ”

"Demonic detachment, all things are natural, obey the heavens, only humanity goes against the sky, the sky is strong, and the gentleman is self-improving! So the way of the devil is also humane! ”

Fang Ming talked eloquently, as if a great monk, a Confucian celebrity, talking about metaphysics, very elegant, and romantic, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of demonism.

Seeing such a figure, Xie Xiaofeng's brows furrowed even deeper.

"It's the owner of the village...... You've picked up the sword? ”

Fang Ming looked at Xie Xiaofeng, from his body, he did feel a 'Heavenly Sword' aura!

Xie Xiaofeng sealed himself in the 'Tibetan Sword House' in order to 'let go' and 'forget', but after the battle with Ding Peng, he got rid of the shackles on his soul, as if a Buddhist student had an epiphany and entered a realm of divine enlightenment.

After forgetting the sword, pick it up again, the sword is still the sword, I am still me, the sword is not the sword, I am not me!

This is the realm of the "Heavenly Sword"!

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes, I have already picked up the sword, but, young man, do you want to challenge me?" ”

He suddenly raised his hand.

His hands were cuffed together, but now they were stretched out with only eight fingers.

It turned out that the thumbs of his left and right hands had been broken together!

For those who learn swords, this is even more cruel than any capital punishment, because the hand that has lost its thumb cannot hold the hilt of the sword.

If a swordsman loses his sword, he loses his life!

No one in the world can cut off Xie Xiaofeng's thumb, except himself!

Xie Xiaofeng, who had lost his thumb, might still be able to beat nine out of nine swordsmen in the world, but he would definitely not be able to win against Fang Ming, even if his realm was slightly higher than Fang Ming!

There is no realm, there is no power, everything is just a castle in the air, a mirror!

Xie Xiaofeng continued: "Since the battle with Yan Thirteen, I haven't used a sword again......

Fang Ming suddenly asked, "You know all the changes in the Thirteen Swords of Death, and you have also seen the last sword of Yan Thirteen!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes, I've seen it!" ”

Fang Ming said: "Therefore, if there is anyone in the world who can reproduce the fifteenth change of the Thirteen Swords of Death, that person must be you!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "That's true! ”

Fang Ming said: "But the sword slave you cultivated is like a joke!" ”

The look in Xie Xiaofeng's eyes darkened: "If you have a friend who has raised a poisonous snake for many years, and suddenly becomes a poisonous dragon and devours him, will you continue to raise poisonous snakes when you see this scene?" ”

Fang Ming's jaw head: "So...... What Xie Xiaofeng was imprisoned by the fifteenth sword of death, it was just a lie! ”

"It's not all ...... either"

Xie Xiaofeng shook his head suddenly: "Although Jiazi and the others can't use the real fifteenth sword, the fourteen changes in front of them have already been imprinted into their hearts unconsciously...... Yan Shisan's swordsmanship has finally been inherited! ”

Fang Ming laughed: "They are really all big fools, they thought that the fifteenth sword of death that they had practiced for ten years was actually just the fourteen changes in front!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "You know this, do you still want to duel with me now?" ”

Fang Mingning nodded: "Naturally!" Not only do I want to see the fifteenth change of the Death Sword, but I also want to see the Xie Family Divine Sword, which is famous all over the world! ”

He was dressed in a black robe, black symbolizes sorrow, ominousness, and death, and black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Fang Ming at this time, but he seemed to think of Yan Thirteen.

It's just that Fang Ming at this time has more demonic nature than Yan Shisan!

Two purple-red rays of essence suddenly poked out of Fang Ming's eyes, piercing into Xie Xiaofeng's heart like a sharp sword.

There is a cliff with a thick fog on the cliff.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at his hands with doubts on his face, because he saw his thumb!! (To be continued.) )