The goal of this trip has been accomplished, and Meng Fan is ready to leave the Sword Demon Valley.

Now that he is alone, he no longer needs to go into the mountains and forests as he did when he came, but he saw a little under his feet, and his figure rose very quickly, and then, a swallow slid out of the Sword Demon Valley.

"Huh!"

However, as soon as Meng Fan left the Sword Demon Valley, he was attracted by a strange place in front of him.

At this moment, Meng Fan was stopping at the top of a giant tree, and at his feet, there was a valley with a narrow section and a depth of about dozens of zhang. The rock walls of the valley are dark and smooth, with no water flowing, and it looks like it has dried up for a long time.

This valley was located on the south side of the Sword Demon Valley, Meng Fan had never been there before, but just at a glance, he guessed the origin of this place.

The stone wall of the valley is smooth as pebbles, it is washed by floods for many years, there is this terrain, and it is so close to the Sword Demon Valley, except for the waterfall and waterhole where Yang Guo practiced heavy sword back then, what else can it be.

It was not the season of flash floods, and Meng Fan couldn't enjoy that spectacle, but as long as he saw the height of dozens of zhang, he could imagine the terrifying power of the flood wrapped in stones and crashing down.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan was slightly distracted, and after a while, his heart moved, but he was triggered by this dry mountain stream.

At this moment, Meng Fan suddenly thought of the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain, before, in order to find the underwater secret passage leading to the ancient tomb, he had been walking around the water.

As everyone knows, hundreds of years have passed, under the change of terrain, the stream may have long been diverted, he only thinks about the stream, but forgets those dry riverbeds, this is not a mistake similar to carving a boat to seek a sword.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan was ready to return to Zhongnan Mountain. At that moment, he continuously performed the Golden Goose Gong and couldn't wait to rush towards the southwest.

By the time Meng Fan returned to the outside of Xiangyang City, it was already noon. At this moment, although his stomach was empty, he had no idea of entering the city to eat, so he hurried to the Hanshui Wharf, rented a small boat to the north, and immediately left Xiangyang.

However, Meng Fan didn't know that when he left the dock by boat, in a nearby teahouse, four or five men in strong suits were staring intently in the direction he was leaving.

After a while, I only heard one of the short, chubby, yellow-faced middle-aged men say suspiciously: "Senior Brother Fei, isn't that Meng Bufan of the Huashan faction, when did he come to Xiangyang, and he was in such a hurry?"

The man's voice fell, and he heard the man surnamed Fei reply: "I don't know, but, according to the portrait taken out by the senior brother in charge, this person must be Meng Bufan, I heard that this person is only in his twenties, and his swordsmanship has been chasing you and me, and in a few years, maybe ......"

Although he did not finish his words, the meaning was already very obvious.

At that moment, I saw a fierce light flashing in the eyes of the short and fat man, and said gloomily: "Senior brother originally thought that after the Huashan faction went through the battle of sword qi, it would be slump and decline from now on, but he didn't think that there would be another Meng Bufan, this son is so talented, he will definitely become the enemy of the head senior brother and the five factions one day!"

When the man surnamed Fei heard this, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "What the senior brother said is good, just right, right now, this son is alone, it is better to ......" As he spoke, he flipped his right palm and made a downward cutting gesture like a knife.

Seeing this, the short and fat man immediately nodded.

At that moment, the group grabbed their swords and rode their horses to chase north along the Han River.

......

Meng Fan took the boat against the current this time, and the speed was not as fast as when he came, seven days had passed in a row, and he had not completed one-third of the journey.

On this night, Meng Fan had just taken a pill of Longli Pill and was about to refine his martial arts, when a subtle sound suddenly aroused his vigilance.

"Someone!" Meng Fan's face changed, and he immediately listened intently.

Because of the long-term practice of "Cultivation Gong", Meng Fan's spiritual sense is much more sensitive than ordinary people, and although the person in the secret tried his best to control his breathing, he still noticed a trace of breath changes.

Right now, the boat is docked at a pier for the night, this pier is in a remote area, there can be no pedestrians at night, except for Meng Fan himself, there is only a boatman sleeping outside the tent.

If the breath of the person in the secret is absent, it is obviously a person who has cultivated his internal skills to a profound level, so it cannot be a boat family, of course, it cannot be a robber, so that person's intention is very obvious.

Realizing that this person was coming for him, Meng Fan flipped his right hand, and the Qingfeng Sword appeared in his palm silently, and then, he quickly got up and went straight to the bow of the boat, while not forgetting to shout: "Where is Xiaoxiao?"

The reason why Meng Fan chose to take the lead was also a last resort, this canopy was too narrow, and if he moved, it would seriously affect his actions.

The person in the dark didn't seem to expect that he would be discovered by Meng Fan, and his breath suddenly fluctuated slightly, and then, after about two or three breaths, he showed his form.

However, Meng Fan's loud shout not only startled the people in the dark, but also woke up the sleeping boatman, who quickly saw the reality in front of him when he woke up, and immediately screamed, and crawled into the canopy.

The man on the shore was of medium stature, tall, armed with a broad sword, dressed in a black night coat, with a black cloth wrapped around his face, revealing two eyes that flashed with murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, Meng Fan was shocked: This person wants to kill himself!

"Who are you?" Seeing that the tall man in black didn't answer, Meng Fan asked sharply again.

In fact, because of the influence of the original work, Meng Fan immediately thought of the Thirteen Taibao of the Songshan faction. But this place is extremely far away from Songshan, and his whereabouts are irregular, how can the people of the Songshan faction find themselves so accurately?

Thinking of this, Meng Fan quickly overturned his speculation. However, he didn't know that his thoughts at the moment were just right.

Now, in the eyes of the tall man in black, Meng Fan was already a dead man, so he had no intention of replying to Meng Fan's question at all, and just replied coldly at the moment: "The one who killed you!"

Before the words fell, the long sword in his hand had already stabbed out, and this sword was vicious and vicious, and it went directly towards Meng Fan's chest.

Seeing this, Meng Fan snorted coldly, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand turned out sharply, and a "Cangsong Welcome" envoy came out.

This sword was fast and accurate, and it easily intercepted the long sword of the tall man in black. The two swords clashed, and suddenly there was a crisp metallic sound.

After one move, the two of them felt a pang in their hearts at the same time, and the tall man in black was surprised that Meng Fan's swordsmanship was even higher than he expected, and because of this, the killing intent in his heart was even greater.

And the reason why Meng Fan was so dignified was because the sword of the tall man in black was heavy, obviously, the other party's internal cultivation was better than him, and he was probably already a first-class master of the seven layers of the day after tomorrow.

It's dangerous!

Meng Fan secretly shouted in his heart, although he often learned swordsmanship with Ling Hu Chong and had rich experience in sword fighting, this was the first time that this kind of life-and-death fight scene was the first time, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.

However, Meng Fan has been a human being for two lives, and has studied the Taoist scriptures for many years, and his heart is far from being comparable to that of his peers, and he knows that the more nervous he is, the faster he will lose.

Soon, Meng Fan regained his former calm.