An Panxi was dressed in a green shirt and carried a guqin, wrapped in cloth, inseparable from the qin.

She stood in a vantage point and watched the battle between Yuanchen and Shi Wangfei, and when the curtain ended, she sensed a hot gaze behind her and turned to look at it.

In the eyes, he is a simple and simple young man, wearing a newly bought beautiful shirt, the young man has been casting swords for ten years, and he has developed a resolute spirit, and there is still a little familiarity on his face.

An Panxi was stunned and pleasantly surprised.

What makes people sigh is not the time together, nor the feeling of separation, but reunion.

Wuxin showed a standard honest smile, in March's words, this is the appearance of a cowhide band squeezed into a smile, too stiff to express the joy in his heart.

An Panxi also looked at each other and smiled, she was a drunken fairy Lou Oiran, she had seen all kinds of people, and she was laughing in front of outsiders, but that was not the smile she should have, just squeezing it out. Looking back and smiling today, it was amazing in an instant, like a wisp of dawn in the darkness, so beautiful that it made people smile breathtakingly.

An Panxi herself is a beauty, and has received the attention of many eyes, to this scene, many men are fluctuating, that strange saying that the red face is troublesome, and the smile of the Oiran is that the emperor will also be deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself!

Wuxin said to Oiran through a human wall, "Does that agreement still count?"

An Panxi's eyes were gentle, the child she picked up at the beginning had finally grown up, and she saw that her head was almost taller than her, and she was about to open her mouth to respond, and then she realized something, her face suddenly stiffened, and she opened her mouth, ready to blurt out a word.

She has a heavy responsibility, how can she allow it easily, when she was a child, she was ignorant and easily made promises, and when she grew up, she couldn't easily promise anymore.

I especially remember that in that barren mountains and mountains, there was no food, there was no food, and the young man followed her, living a heart-pounding life. They were chased by wild beasts many times, and they ran many mountains to save the day, and they don't know how they survived that time.

Until one day, in the barren mountains and mountains, I happened to meet a hunchbacked old man who was collecting medicine, the fox girl was afraid of being caught and stewed, hiding behind the stones, and the boy stood in front of the stones, and saw the old man coming, and showed his teeth and claws to take out a desperate posture with the old man.

The hunchbacked old man did not have the same knowledge as the boy, and the look of appreciation in his eyes later turned to surprise, and he said that the boy was born with the body of heavenly thunder, and wanted to take the boy and teach him to forge a sword. The boy was unwilling, and for the next few days, the fox girl and the human boy could not find anything to eat, and they were dizzy with hunger, and the hunchbacked old man was elusive, and he kept following them, unable to shake them off.

Later, he met a big bear, and the fox girl was almost eaten, and the hunchbacked old man appeared and killed the big bear, and roasted fragrant meat for them to eat.

The boy asked the old man if he would have the ability to be a fairy like him after learning to forge swords.

The old man smiled and nodded.

The boy said to the fox girl, "When I learn the skills of the gods, I will be able to protect her in the future."

At the time of separation, the fox girl asked the boy to learn the art well, and when he grew up, she went to him and took him to Kyushu.

Some people say that when he was a child, he said that he was unscrupulous and could not be true, but he always believed that in the future, Sister Fox would come to him.

After ten years, it was the same at first sight.

An Panxi had something unspeakable in his heart, and he didn't dare to allow it in person, so he pulled Wuxin to the downstream riverbank, looked at it carefully from top to bottom, and then said: "You have finally grown up, the hunchbacked old man didn't lie." ”

"Master was very good to me, although he was a little harsh and harsh, he was very good to me. "I didn't want to simply skip it, in fact, where is a point, Liu Jiansheng is really strict. "How did you spend all these years? I used to follow you, you took me as a burden, sleeping in the open air, after the master took me away, I was always worried about you?......" I didn't want to see Sister Fox, I had a lot of words in my heart accumulated over the years, but I couldn't say so much at the moment.

An Panxi waited quietly for Wuxin to finish speaking, although Wuxin had grown up, his heart didn't seem to have changed much, and he suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and said: "It's not appropriate to stay for a long time tonight, you go back first, and when I finish one thing, I'll go to you." ”

Wuxin obviously didn't notice the unspeakable hidden of Sister Fox, nodded with a smile, as long as it was Sister Fox, he would listen.

Queen Mother Temple.

The old man who guards the temple sits by the small pool, the cranes perch on the lotus leaves, and there are also those who squint and nap on the shore. The old turtle in the pool seemed to have some premonition, and never sank to the bottom of the pool, sometimes struggling restlessly for a while, looking at the old man sitting on the edge of the pool.

Several immortals from the sect and the family never left, and after worshipping the stone statue of the Queen Mother, they silently recited some words of prayer in their mouths. After the worship, several immortals gathered in a pavilion to promote a long talk, and the old acquaintances saw each other, and naturally felt booed.

The old man guarding the temple is like an isolated old man, who may also be forgotten by the world, just alone.

The city lord Gou Fuzi and several big men sat in a pavilion, drinking tea and chatting, and looked at the old man by the small pool from time to time.

The old man who guarded the temple was talking to himself, as if he was saying something to the old turtle in the pool, and the old turtle was the only listener, and he was patient enough to listen to it for so many years, and he never interjected. The old man guarding the temple was tired, turned his head to look at the Queen Mother Temple, and then looked at the sky, the sky was red tonight!

The city of Yue Wang is full of red lanterns, and the night has become a red sky.

"Is the sky going to change?" said the old man who guarded the temple in the end, and looked at the entrance of the Queen Mother Temple. Four or five people in luxurious clothes entered the temple, two middle-aged people and three old people.

This is a group of uninvited guests......

On the Weishui River.

March's sword tip was stained with a little blood, and he killed Shi Wangfei with one sword, his breath remained unchanged, and his cold expression gave people a sense of oppression.

The real genius is the young dragon powerhouse, in their opinion, a monk of the True Spirit Realm is not to be feared, and only those who have been promoted to the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm are true geniuses. You must know that this watershed is a heavenly hurdle, and countless geniuses will not be able to turn into dragons in their lifetimes, and those who rely on the Dragon Transformation Pill to break the mirror are at best just pseudo-strong.

After this battle, the dragon Tianjiao of several sects began to look at the young man called Yuanchen, at this age, it is indeed rare for the strength to reach the peak of the true spirit, and one sword is amazing, such a sword talent is really amazing. With their eyesight, some people couldn't see that Yuanchen had become an innocent body, but they could see that his aura was vaguely demonic and demonic, and the origin and identity of this person were really elusive.

Gou Wenhua jumped and came to the Weishui River, his shoes were only stained with some water, and he could vaguely step on the void, which made countless people applaud, and there were rumors before that Gou Wenhua stepped into the secret realm of turning into a dragon with one foot, which seems to be true.

Gou Wenhua has a sword fetus in his body, cultivating flying swords, people who practice flying swords look down on traditional kendo cultivators, traditional kendo is to practice swordsmanship and sharpen swordsmanship, while flying swords are different, there is no need to learn any swordsmanship, as long as it is combined with a strong mental formula, the flying sword can be unbreakable, and it can reach the means of killing the enemy with a sword hundreds of miles away.

"I heard that your kendo talent is extremely strong, and your strength is one of the best in the True Spirit Realm of the Purple Cloud Immortal Sect, I have been practicing swords for ten years, and I want to learn the means of flying swords. The March horizontal sword was in front of him, his fingertips slid over the blade, his face was cold, and there was a hint of war.

The previous battle with Shi Wangfei failed to arouse March's interest, and when Gou Wenhua entered, it finally aroused March's fighting spirit.

"I'll give you half an hour to restore the aura in the source sea. Gou Wenhua said indifferently, Yuanchen's kendo is very powerful, but Gou Wenhua thinks that his flying sword is even more powerful, and he looks down on traditional kendo from the bottom of his heart.

"A mere sword-wielding man, killing him with a sword, how much spiritual power does it cost me?" said March smiled lightly.

The crowd watching the battle couldn't wait, two completely different kendo, is it a flying sword, or is the traditional kendo transcendent?

The elder from the Purple Cloud Immortal Sect is calm and calm, Gou Wenhua's kendo talent is far beyond ordinary people, it is a genius level that has not been encountered in a hundred years, and he is also a young generation, no one has yet been able to compete with Gou Wenhua's swordsmanship, although Yuanchen's kendo is also impressive, in his opinion, he can't beat Gou Wenhua.

"Ten years of sword training? Interesting, no wonder your kendo refinement is so superb. Okay, I'll see your ability to practice swords in the past ten years. Gou Wenhua opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword, and the sword intent emanating from his body rose rapidly. The sharp aura is the same as the sword, and despite the enchantment and isolation, it still makes people feel the amazing sword intent. The people outside the field were amazed, with such a kendo talent, this son will become a great weapon in the future.

At that time, the ancestor who created the flying sword and the way of the sword, how amazing was it? Defeated various sword sects, proved the Tao with the sword, and lost the color of the world with a sword, and was known as the originator of the flying sword.

And Gou Wenhua, his sword is so superb, he may have the opportunity to become an immortal with his sword in the future.

The sword that was across March's chest was thrown fiercely, the sword was like a person, the edge was exposed, and a sword was stabbed out in an instant, which was the same as the sword that killed Shi Wangfei just now, and the sword qi frenzy was blown on the entire river.

Gou Wenhua silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and the flying sword was shining, slashing out several sword qi, breaking through the river, and meeting the sword of March.

Poof!

The surface of the water seemed to explode, like boiling hot water steaming, and the moment the two swords duel, it stirred up a splash in the sky.

Xun Can's scene was praised by everyone, the layman looked at the excitement, and the insider looked at the doorway, but even the flying sword cultivator of the Ziyun Immortal Sect could not see which of the two was stronger or weaker.

Although Gou Wenhua was conceited and arrogant, he had no intention of underestimating the enemy, and with a trick in his hand, the flying sword immediately skyrocketed, invisibly like two swords, and then looked carefully and found that there were countless swords.

"The sword is ten thousand ways, cut the soul!" Gou Wenhua shouted.

Countless sword shadows swept across the void, stirring on the surface of the water, slashing towards March!

Those who know this sword trick gasped in their hearts, this sword trick requires a strong sword intent, a sword transforms countless sword shadows, in fact, the sword shadows are all sword intent manifestations, which can kill the soul.

March narrowed his eyes, his face was solemn, facing countless sword shadows, and another sword!

"The sword is void into a shadow, a sword breaks through the darkness, a thought subdues the demon, too empty!" a sword came out, and the surroundings were cold. This is the realm of the first layer of the Taixu Sword Technique. All the four sides are demons, kill them! All the four sides are gods, cut them. Idealistic sword, only kill the enemy, only for yourself!

The elder of the Purple Cloud Immortal Sect was suddenly shocked, and even he was shocked by the power of this sword. This sword illustrates what swordsmanship is.

The prodigal son who walks the world with a sword, the sword on his body is for chivalry and righteousness. But the meaning of the sword in the world is to kill people, there are endless people in the world, there are countless injustices, and those who act chivalrous and righteous are too indecisive after all. And idealism, the sword for oneself, kills the Quartet, kills to stop killing, and kills to the cold of the Quartet, which is a terrifying sword.

Yuanchen's sword is exactly like this.

The two swords duel, and the water curtain on the river surface stirred up the sky, and a wave did not fall, and a wave rose again.

Burst!

Gou Wenhua's flying sword was eclipsed in front of March's sword, the flying sword was concentric, and the sword fetus in his body was injured, and Gou Wenhua couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of blood.

The sword of March had the upper hand, and through the water curtain, the figure had disappeared.

Gou Wenhua's face became more solemn, summoned the flying sword back to his body, and then split in his hand, and after silently reciting the sword technique, the flying sword transformed into countless sword shadows, guarding the surroundings.

Gou Wenhua wanted to continue to use the flying sword technique, but suddenly, he looked towards the bottom of the water, only to see a sword breaking through the water and stabbing straight at him.

Many people were so surprised that they couldn't keep their mouths shut, and not many people were optimistic about Yuanchen, who seemed to have little chance of winning earlier, but now the situation is diametrically opposite.

Gou Wenhua's flying sword blocked the iron sword that came out of the water, but Gou Wenhua vomited blood violently in the next moment, and countless holes appeared in the clothes on his body, which were actually pierced by the iron sword!

Looking at the young man in front of him with an iron sword in his hand with complicated eyes, Gou Wenhua bit his lip, and finally said gloomily like a deflated ball, "I lost." ”

March clothes are not stained with blood, but they are soaked, just now they used the Taixu swordsmanship, that sword is actually more than a dozen swords, Gou Wenhua can block one sword, but he can't block more than a dozen swords, if there was murderous intent just now, Gou Wenhua's body would have been pierced through more than a dozen holes.

Countless people applauded, and this battle was really wonderful. Two kendo geniuses, two completely different kendo, are very enjoyable to watch.

"I admit that your kendo is better than mine, but I believe that one day I will defeat you. Gou Wenhua left a sentence before leaving, he lost this battle, but he didn't feel ashamed.

"Waiting for you at any time. March Road.

There was only one person and one sword left in the river, and in response to the young man's words, he wanted to humiliate all geniuses with an iron sword, and he did it.

Countless girls looked at the figure on the river, their hearts were rippling, and the high-spirited teenager, his figure was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Who will fight?" March had no intention of going down to rest, and the fighting spirit did not weaken.

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