White understood his feelings. Therefore, the first transmission into the secret told the news of the addition.

A road of tens of miles, not very far, but it can also be very far.

Whether it is far or near depends only on how long the wild goose can support Nanfei.

The hundred super-first-class masters of the Wudang Alliance led by Yan Nanfei were waiting for them.

But Yan Nanfei knew that in the face of a master like Ming, these super-first-class masters around him would not play much role, because these were all super-first-class masters after the providence mission, and there was no artistic conception, and there was a big gap between them and the artistic conception-level masters who were now distinguished as intentional intentions......

Yan Nanfei's sword, in the scabbard, was erected in front of him, and his hands pressed the hilt of the sword, motionless waiting for the arrival of Ming.

In the rivers and lakes, the masters are like clouds.

The newcomers in the rivers and lakes all clearly distinguish the strength of the masters, and Yan Nanfei was the same in the past, but after becoming a shadow, he realized that it was not right. Not long ago, Yan Nanfei found out that it was right. Those who are not famous are not necessarily masters, and those who are famous are not necessarily masters, but a famous person must have something worthy of attention.

But she is Ming, not Yiyun, nor demon pupils.

Yan Nanfei really wants to know how powerful this tea is.

Could it be that he Yan Nanfei was really so weak that even the hall master of Yipintang dared to treat him as a casual prey?

Tea comes quickly!

Before the person arrived, the powerful energy fluctuations combined with the momentum generated by the artistic conception had already made Yan Nanfei stunned. It was indeed Ming's energy fluctuations, but why was it like the mighty and domineering momentum of Jian Ruyan?

'Changing the artistic conception? ’

Yan Nanfei quickly thought of this possibility, but a master like Ru Ming, if it was not necessary, would never have done this kind of thing, and the transformation of the artistic conception required a new familiarity with the power. And there is no fundamental difference between strength and weakness in the power of artistic conception. The transformation process itself is also a waste of time, unless the artistic conception of cultivation is too unsuitable for oneself, or the artistic conception of the transformation is too suitable for oneself, otherwise, the artistic conception level master will not do this kind of thing.

Tea came, and there was not a single superfluous word.

When the distance was close to thirty zhang, Ming's sword had already taken the posture of drawing swordsmanship, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Yan Nanfei's sword was unsheathed, and he held it in both hands. Let the scabbard in front of him slowly fall to the ground as it loses its support.

He had to hold the sword with both hands, and the sword was as powerful as a sword, and he remembered it vividly.

He could have chosen, but Yan Nanfei finally gave up the Dugu Sword Dictionary and chose to continue to study the Eighteen Swords that Yan Shisan had left to him earlier, but he was finally able to successfully comprehend the Eighteen Swords of Death after the popularization of the martial arts comprehension.

Because this was originally the swordsmanship he liked, Yan Thirteen was originally the NPC he thought was the strongest.

'I want to see why you challenge me to fly south!' ’

Ming rushed over, and there was no second word. The sword, as fast as lightning, came out of the sheath, and with the momentum of the indomitable rush, it stabbed towards the wild goose and flew south!

Sword with sword. Collide together in an instant!

The powerful sword power suddenly made Yan Nanfei involuntarily take three steps back, his arms were numb, and the sword body in his hand trembled involuntarily.

On the sword. There is a notch.

The gap cut out by the world's first sword with the sword-only artistic conception of Ming and the power of the Heavenly Jedi Sword.

'In the era of the martial arts, the lethality is still terrifying, and it is unbearable...... Yan Nanfei frowned slightly, his martial arts internal skills also have the special effect of divine power, otherwise where would it be possible to collide head-on with the Heavenly Jedi Extermination Sword? Great even so. He still found it unbearable. With the first collision, the eighteen deadly swords quickly unfolded!

After Ming's blow, his body was still as steady as Mount Tai, and he quickly pursued like a shadow.

Yan Nanfei's swordsmanship that had just been unfolded was forced to give up because he rushed in front of him, and the sword power was like the attack of Mount Tai's top tea, and he quickly retreated backwards, which was able to avoid the second sword.

'Damn, there is no chance to cast the Eighteen Swords of Death!' ’

The hundred super-first-class masters around him besieged him, but the role they played was not worth Yan Nanfei's expectations at all.

In the rush, Ming's black hair swirled and fluttered with the sudden rotation of her figure, and the colorful sword light flowing with the sword body in her hand slashed around her body in an instant, and suddenly, a group of super-first-class masters besieging her were all broken and fell to the ground!

The stunned faces looked at the broken sword, and the astonishment turned into fear as the blood sprayed from the body and the middle sword......

The broken sword shot out from all sides, piercing the bodies of more people around him.

Yan Nanfei tried to unfold the life-killing eighteen swords for the second time, but he was once again forced to give up because of the pressure that Ming Chong received, and he couldn't think of any other way to deal with it except to retreat. He can't block this kind of sword power at all, otherwise the three swords will inevitably be shocked and the weapon will be blown away, trying to dodge calmly? That's even more of a joke, how fast is the sword like a sword? was already ranked among the top in the rivers and lakes, and Ming's sword was not fast? The master of the Zixiao Sword Sect, whose sword is not happy? As the leader of the Zixiao Sword School, is the sword of Ming, who has created a unique skill in the rivers and lakes and a thousand unique killing skills, fast? That would have been a redundant question, a sword faster than him, how could he calmly dodge?

Only by retreating, through its own rapid retreat and change direction, reduce the pressure of facing the opponent's fast sword, and create more time to react.

'Why didn't he kill the special effects with a use?' In the retreat, Yan Nanfei was suspicious, he originally thought that Ming would inevitably use the ground kill special effect, so that he would be able to use the gap between the ground kill special effects to get away from the distance, and then cast the eighteen deadly swords, however, so far Ming has not used it, Ming does not use it, he naturally does not dare to use it, otherwise, it is useless. Because he escaped with the special effects of the use of evil spirits, he would be caught up by Ming again in an instant, but he lost the capital to save his life, and also lost the opportunity to launch a life-killing eighteen sword counterattack.

Ming is still chasing, and the sword, in an instant, is like the power of wind and thunder, making people dare not try its edge.

Yannan flew back fast, but Ming pursued faster.

Seeing that the sword was falling on the head, and Ming's calm face did not show any anxiety in the rush to win, as if he was not worried that this battle would drag on for too long.

With this sword, Yan Nanfei found that it was too late to retreat.

The only way is to block with a horizontal sword!

Yan Nanfei held the sword in one hand and the sword in the other, and suddenly sealed horizontally!

The surging rushing sword energy bloomed into a mist of light formed by the internal strength.

In the sound of the collision of swords and swords, Yan Nanfei spat blood. The position of the feet on the ground, the two legs, were so deep in them that almost the knees were buried in the ground.

The first sword of the colorful and brilliant heaven and earth changed its moves in an instant between the long hair of Ming Feiyang, and according to the body of Yan Nanfei, the power surging cross-cut -

Yan Nanfei couldn't stop this sword no matter what, it was too late, even if it was too late, it would be impossible for the internal qi to be shocked and bear the burden of the collision of the two swords again.

In an instant, Yan Nanfei made a decisive choice. Launched the sword soul stunt - Piercing the sky.

In an instant, his figure disappeared in place.

In an instant, he appeared eighty feet away, under a tree.

At the same time as Yan Nanfei disappeared, Ming's figure suddenly swirled, and the original sword turned into a circle, and at the same time, Ming disappeared......

Caught up with the wild goose flying south!

Yan Nanfei was overjoyed in his heart, and he waited for the moment when the special effect of killing Ming finally came.

Yan Nanfei did not hesitate to launch the special effect of killing. The figure disappeared again.

Appearing on another tree a hundred feet away from the bottom of the tree, through the gap between the branches and leaves, he clearly saw the figure of Ming chasing under the tree.

Eighteen swords of death. Unfolded the swordsmanship......

The next moment, Yan Nanfei was stunned to see that the figure of Ming under the tree disappeared again......

'Impossible! Why is the gap between her ground kill effects so short? ’

Yan Nanfei's sword move changed suddenly, and his body jumped away from the tree at the same time. Turning around and stabbing a sword in the back—

But behind him, there is no one.

'Damn, if you can unleash the Eighteen Deadly Swords. If you can ......'

There are no ifs.

He was wrong, there was no one behind him.

Ming was on top of his head after he jumped out.

The first sword in the world followed the fate and stabbed him in the head mercilessly......

Yan Nanfei's body fell heavily to the ground, his body twitched, but he couldn't move, waiting for a complete death.

Ming's figure disappeared in the air, and in an instant, it appeared between the group of super-first-class masters who followed Yan Nanfei, colorful sword light, constantly flying, each sword, at least taking a person's life.

A group of super-first-class masters of the Wudang Alliance panicked and fled in all directions.

The captain is dead, with them, it is impossible to be the opponent of the artistic conception level master, let alone the opponent of the artistic conception level master with the ground killing special effect!

Ming's figure kept disappearing, constantly appearing, and every time it appeared, the colorful sword light would cut through a person's body, and every time it disappeared, it would reappear in front of one or several people who were on the run......

A hundred people, but in a moment's effort, they were all caught up by Ming one by one and killed one by one!

In the forest, a corpse.

The number of people hunted by Ming has increased by one hundred and one.

She glanced at Yan Nanfei's corpse and walked away......

Yan Thirteen's Eighteen Swords of Death are very powerful. But because he is Yan Thirteen.

The Eighteen Swords of Death are powerful in their own right, but they also have a serious flaw, but in fact, they are not flaws. Because any sword move itself has flaws, the first three moves of Yan Thirteen's Eighteen Swords still have flaws, and it is a matter of course that they cannot create a sword intent force field that people can't get rid of.

These three sword moves that may be broken by the enemy are the defects of the Eighteen Swords, because the routine of these three moves is fixed, but it is not a defect for Yan Thirteen.

Among these three moves, there were only a few people who could interrupt Yan Thirteen's consecutive moves.

Because he is Yan Thirteen.

Yan Nanfei is not Yan Thirteen, so he can't finish these three moves.

Yan Nanfei didn't even dare to use the first three moves to fight the enemy, because he knew that the masters in the rivers and lakes could have easily resolved the moves of the fixed routine.

Yan Shisan chose Qingyi as the last inheritor, Ming thought that this choice was very right, and the life-killing eighteen swords of Qingyi were definitely not comparable to Yan Nanfei.

The running tea has already captured the energy fluctuations and soul fluctuations of the addition.

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Today's fourth chapter fills in the chapter of last month's 540th monthly pass. (To be continued......)