Zhao Qingfeng stood up.

Dead and foggy.

The more sober he became, the clearer the goal in his mind became.

Stand up!

Kill Mo Wen!

Zi Mei saw Zhao Qingfeng, and her eyes froze.

Slender and good-looking eyebrows raised.

She was a little surprised.

I didn't expect a dead man to crawl out from under the dust.

Zhao Qingfeng saw Mo Wen at a glance and stared straight at him.

He turned into a yin wind and howled, crossed the purple charm, and kicked up the dust and sand in the sky, without looking at her from beginning to end.

"You ......" Zi Mei suddenly breathed sluggishly, and couldn't help but clench her snow-white slender and slender hands like jade, and her teeth slammed together.

The third one!

This is the third one!

Everyone is ignoring her!

Damn it!

......

"Don't ask......" Zhao Qingfeng's voice was hoarse, and he whistled out with the yin wind: "Fight with me!"

"Huh?" The moment Mo Wen saw Zhao Qingfeng, his heart jumped fiercely, and he was almost hit by the Chiyan fist mark.

He hurriedly pulled away to calm down.

All thoughts flashed.

There are endless doubts in my heart.

How is this possible?

Isn't he dead?

A dead man stood up again and challenged himself.

Is it a ghost?

Soul?

Still is...... Not dead at all?

......

Don't ask puzzled, all kinds of puzzled.

But Chi Yan continued to attack and kill, and he couldn't afford to think too much.

The next moment.

I saw Zhao Qingfeng raise his right hand and rush towards Mo Wen.

"Fight!"

He growled under his mouth.

The yin wind and mist in his hand actually condensed a big mouth, and he bit at Mo Wen.

"Get out!"

Mo Wen shouted, raised his hand and slashed away with a sword qi.

Although Zhao Qingfeng in front of him is very strange and evil.

But he was also fearless.

After going through so much, I have long understood and seen through it.

No matter how weird and complicated you are, after all, it is just a derivative change of energy.

Rumble!

The sword qi went straight into the big mouth.

Immediately after being devoured.

A muffled sound rang out.

"It's so hot......" Zhao Qingfeng exclaimed bitterly.

He glanced down at his right hand, which had just caught the sword qi.

It was a burning wound.

It's very uncomfortable.

There was an inexplicable panic in his heart.

His body trembled a little.

He seems to be getting more and more afraid of the heat......

It seems that in the endless cold mist, it is the place where you live.

Myself...... Have you become a monster......

"Ah......h

He looked at Mo Wen, and his heart became manic.

He wants to shreds Mo asked!

It's because of him that I've become like this!

He couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over.

But he had just arrived in front of the two of them.

A punch and a sword qi slashed at him.

"Bang!"

Zhao Qingfeng was hit by two people and flew out upside down.

His body was blazing at this time, and the yin fog was dispersed a lot.

Revealing a thin and lifeless body, moaning on the ground.

Mo Wen and Chi Yan inexplicably reached a tacit understanding.

No third person will be allowed to meddle in the battle between them.

As long as someone dares to intervene, they will be attacked by the two of them first!

After knocking Zhao Qingfeng away, the two continued to kill each other.

......

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the cool breeze is blowing, but the weather is cool for a good autumn.

Jiang Wuchen raised his eyes and looked at it, it was a vast scene!

Jiangtian is a color without fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky!

It's like the person he thinks about in the twilight, which makes him beautiful in his heart and desperate in his heart.

Jiang Wuchen couldn't help but sigh, she chose the distance after all!

But in fact, it doesn't matter, from now on, let him go down to the west building with a bright moon!

He looked at the bamboo sword in his hand, clenched it hard, and a smile appeared on his lips, in fact, he was not so nothing!

He also has a sword!

The young man in the green shirt has never tried the world with a sword.

He had heard that the ruthless sword heart was a god. I don't know if I'm now considered to have cut off that love thread?

But it doesn't matter, it's a long road, and only the sword is the companion.

He turned and returned to the valley.

The valley is open and quiet, there is a stream flowing, cross over, see a thatched house.

This thatched hut was not built by Jiang Wuchen, it already existed when he came to the valley two years ago.

Now two years have passed, regardless of the wind and rain, this thatched hut has not changed, which makes Jiang Wuchen feel amazing.

Jiang Wuchen was dressed in a green shirt, looking sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his smile was like the refreshing wind in the mountains.

But at this time, his eyebrows revealed a maturity that did not match his age, and loneliness.

In fact, his real age is already three.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

He longed for the world of swordsmen and admired the peerless style of the Sword Immortal Ye Lonely City, so he went to Yumen Pass to explore the ethereal White Cloud City.

It's just that this Baiyun City was not found, so he came to this valley inexplicably, and his body inexplicably degenerated into the appearance of twelve or thirteen years old.

This valley is like a labyrinth, and you can't get out.

Just when he was about to starve to death, he met the old man with a green bamboo cane.

The old man took him in and passed on his swordsmanship, although it was not an earth-shattering swordsmanship, Jiang Wuchen was also happy to learn.

The old man only handed over Jiang Wuchen for half a year before he died, and before he died, he handed over a book of Zou Baba to Jiang Wuchen.

The old man asked Jiang Wuchen to guard the tomb for him for three years, and during these three years, he couldn't open the book, and he had to practice the swordsmanship he gave Jiang Wuchen day and night.

After three years, you can open the book and leave the valley.

It was on the day the old man was buried that he met her.

She has a beautiful name, Gu Qingcheng.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Her looks also lived up to her name.

She was lost, just like he was at the beginning, and needed someone to guide her.

But she was also poisoned, and her face was dazed and pale, and he felt pity for her, and without thinking about it, he took her back to the hut.

There were medical books in the hut, and he searched through them, but in the end he couldn't find a reason.

He looked at the porcelain vase on the table, which contained three pills, which had been left to him by the old man.

The old man said that these three pills could save his life, and in the future, he would not die.

He gritted his teeth, took out a pill, and ran out and stuffed it into her mouth.

She soon recovered, but she said, "I can't repay the great kindness, so I have to be a cow and a horse in the next life." ”

Then she left, but she couldn't get out, so she came back to him.

He lied to her, and this deception was two years, because he was selfish, and he wanted to keep her around.

But how could she stay by his side for the rest of her life?

That day, her clear eyes were about to drip water, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes.

She said that she was a phoenix in the sky and must soar for nine days!

He thought about it for a long time, and finally made a decision to let her go!

That day, she resolutely turned around and walked away without looking back.

Day and night, only alternate without exchange, and it is impossible to imagine each other's world.

If she leaves, she may never see each other again in this life!

"Alas, forget it, don't think about it, in fact, it doesn't matter......" Jiang Wuchen shook his head.

He picked up the bamboo sword, walked to the hut, and practiced one move at a time.

He is like a machine, repeating the simplest of movements.

He repeated the sword drawing 10,000 times.

The old man said that the sword must be held steadily.

When the sword is in the hand, it must be used as freely as the arm.

Whether it is the left hand or the right hand, as long as you pick up the sword, it is the unity of the human sword, regardless of each other.

Your own arm, how can you not control it?

When the old man was alive, even if Jiang Wuchen was exhausted.

As long as the movement is slightly irregular, his green bamboo cane will hit him hard.

He still remembered the old man's serious expression at that time: "Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the slightest mistake is a thousand miles." Don't leave anything to chance, if you practice well now, your path will be better in the future!"

Pumping, belting, lifting, checking, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, stirring, pressing, splitting, intercepting, washing......

There is no trace of time.

Jiang Wuchen's practice is one night, one month, one season, and one year.

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