meanwhile

The plane of the sword line in the snow, on the border path of Yongzhou

Xu Fengnian, who was riding a jujube red horse, was soaked and galloped on the trail.

It's just that Xu Fengnian didn't notice that at the end of the path, there was a majestic and burly figure.

There was still a torrential rain in the sky, but the rain hit the majestic and burly figure, but it was quickly evaporated as if it had encountered a flame.

From a distance, the figure seemed to be wrapped in a layer of mist.

The burly figure seemed to see Xu Fengnian, and walked directly towards this side, as the distance got closer and closer, he could clearly see that the figure was wearing a set of bright red armor full of various scriptures and talismans, and even his face was isolated by a layer of armor.

Before Xu Fengnian could react, another horse swept out of the rain curtain, whether it was a knight or a horse, they were all worthy of the word majestic, and this person trampled on the muddy ground after the heavy rain fell, and the earthy yellow mud splashed in all directions.

It wasn't until he approached the red-armored man that the knight on horseback suddenly lowered his head, stretched out his hand and pulled out a big sword higher than Xu Fengnian from behind his back, and directly pulled the big sword up horizontally with the indomitable posture of the horse under the seat, and the sword momentum seemed to break through the rain curtain and tear this heaven and earth.

The blade of the sword was close to the door, but the red-armored man seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and raised his right hand stupidly, as if trying to hold the knight's big sword with his hand, although the red-armored man's movements were slightly stiff, but at first glance it was extremely fast, at least much faster than the knight who rushed out of the rain curtain to draw his sword!

"Zila——!"

With the sound of a piercing sound of metal rubbing, the big sword rubbed violently against the bright red armor of the red armor, and the sparks that shook people's eyes were splashed away.

If he had seen such a scene in the past, this son-in-law from Beiliang would have shouted: "Reward!"

But now, Xu Fengnian didn't have the slightest intention of applauding, because he knew very well in his heart that the person in red armor was coming at him.

The movements of the red-armored man were still stiff, but they were very fast, and I saw the red-armored man suddenly jump up, hold down the knight's head, and directly press the knight and the horse into the dirt, and then there was no life at all.

Seeing the death of the knight who swept out of the rain curtain, Xu Fengnian's handsome face flashed a bitter smile, even the guards arranged by Xu Xiao were not the opponents of this red armor man, it seemed that this time the other party was really dead to him.

"Heavy rain, trails, water armor, good handwriting. ”

Cheng Long's flat voice suddenly sounded from the rain curtain.

When the words fell, Xu Fengnian could vaguely see that two green dragons suddenly lit up in the rain curtain, and then two cyan dragons swam in front of him, and crashed straight into the red armor man's broad chest, this time, the red armor man still raised his hand stiffly, but the cyan dragon moved faster than the red armor man, and in the blink of an eye, it directly penetrated the red armor man's chest.

The red-armored man who had killed a master in seconds just now was penetrated by the cyan swimming dragon, and exploded into powder directly in front of Xu Fengnian.

"Immortals?"

Xu Fengnian was stunned and opened his mouth wide.

I can't believe that the person who saved him was actually Cheng Long, who disappeared directly from Wudang Mountain that day!

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the five top ones are broken and the first one is broken, the general trend has been broken, do you admit today's loss and leave, or do the remaining four come out together to fight to the death with me?"

Cheng Long didn't pay attention to Xu Fengnian, but turned his head to look at the rain curtain, and said loudly: "If you are not afraid of causing a monstrous disaster, you can send the golden armor that is enough to defeat the other top four, and Cheng can play with you, but I am afraid that your father will not protect you at that time, and will give your head to Cheng." ”

There was still calm in the rain curtain, and it was obvious that the people who robbed and killed Xu Fengnian behind the curtain had retreated.

A touch of anger flashed over Xu Fengnian's good-looking face, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Immortal, do you know who is the person who robbed me today? If it is convenient, can you tell me? Although I Xu Fengnian ......?"

Before Xu Fengnian's words fell, Cheng Long's figure had already drifted away, and a sentence came from afar: "There are still some scriptures and talismans left on that armor, if you look at it now, you can still gain something, and when the last trace of vitality in that corpse's body dissipates, you won't have to look at it." ”

......

Two days later

Cheng Long swept out of Qingcheng Mountain, stepped on a green bamboo, and went down the Yanzi River.

The turbulent river did not bring the slightest trouble to Cheng Long, and the green bamboo floated on the surface of the river, neither deep nor shallow, as if Cheng Long standing on the green bamboo did not have the slightest weight.

Looking along the river, a scribe in a green shirt held a bamboo pole in both hands and took a flat boat to cruise in the Yanzi River.

The green bamboo floated in front of the boat as if it had received some kind of invisible force traction, and stopped steadily in front of the boat, no matter how turbulent the river was, it could not drive the green bamboo for half a minute.

"Something?"

The Aoyama scribe on the boat didn't show much surprise on his face, but just asked plainly.

Cheng Long nodded first, then shook his head heavily, and chuckled: "The contemporary sword crown of the dignified Wu family's sword mound, just to scare the son of the Beiliang family, can actually hold down the loneliness and wait on this swallow river, you say, are you bored?"

"Boring. The green-shirted scribe also nodded at first, and then he shook his head again, "It's not boring. ”

When the words fell, the bamboo pole in the hand of the green-shirted scribe swept directly towards Cheng Long, who questioned him in person.

Day after day on this swallow river, even if the scenery is picturesque, what about it?

He Wu Liuding walked all the way out of the Wu family's sword mound in order to practice swords, and there were countless people slaughtered along the way, and there were many famous people.

Tired of killing those miscellaneous fish who thought they were masters, it was good to look at the scenery occasionally, but it was indeed not a matter to keep watching it like this, fortunately, he was sure that Xu Fengnian and the old sword god would definitely pass by here, so they came early to wait.

Unexpectedly, Xu Fengnian and the old sword god did not come, but a master who looked a little younger than him and crossed the river with a green bamboo!

"Want to play with me?

Cheng Long said something interesting in his mouth, but he didn't mean to do anything at all, he just stepped on the green bamboo under his feet suddenly.

One end of the green bamboo was slightly cocked and gently knocked on the small wooden boat where the green shirt scribe was riding.

In a trance, the small wooden boat seemed to be hit by a monster that rushed out of the water, and flew high with the green-shirted scribe on the small wooden boat.

The green-shirted scribe was not in a hurry in the air, and gently clicked on the small wooden boat, which was to stabilize the overturned wooden boat again, and pedaled the boat with both feet, like a sword fairy imperial sword, and drove the wooden boat into the swallow river.

As soon as the ship stopped steadily, the green-shirted scribe raised a pair of sword eyebrows and said loudly: "What is the way you come from? How can you even 'pick up the mountain' of my Wu family's sword mound? If you can't tell me why you came today, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this swallow river!"

Cheng Long shook his head gently, indifferent to the threat of the green-shirted scribe.

"Choke!"

With a crisp sound, the green-shirted scribe stepped on his feet, and a long sword that looked simple and unpretentious suddenly jumped out of the small wooden boat.

The green-shirted scribe just reached out and held the ancient long sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Don't you think that I have suffered a careless loss, which means that I will definitely lose to you, a half-witted person who doesn't even dare to report his origins?"

Cheng Long raised his eyebrows lightly and sneered: "Hey, Wu Liuding, have you ever heard that Wudang Mountain has a set of boxing techniques, and there is a sentence in the mental formula, 'The mountain is heavy with him, and I will use one or two thousand catties'?

Speaking of this, the sneer on Cheng Long's face was even stronger, and he said loudly: "Wu Liuding, Wu Liuding, you are young and vigorous, and you are waiting for Xu Fengnian here in order to be in the limelight, right? Unfortunately, originally you only need to pass the two levels of Dongyue Sword Pool and Deng Tai'a, but now, if your withered sword wants to become successful, I am afraid that you will have to pass my level!"

When the words fell, Cheng Long's sleeves waved, and the two sleeves of the green dragon swept out in an instant.

The moment the two green dragons swam by, this swallow river actually began to flow backwards!

(End of chapter)

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