Sword Pavilion, one of the eighteen Dharma Pavilions under Lingyun Pavilion, is the cultivation place of the Three Elders Jiechuan.

There are many pavilions, lush trees, stretching for more than 20 miles. There are more than 1,000 disciples from the disciples, and they are scattered around the Sword Pavilion.

In front of the sword pavilion is a long pavilion, under the pavilion more than a wide incense burner, high incense stands all day long, smoke lingers.

Tian Nongxiang stood outside the door and sighed greatly. Compared with this place, it is simply too cold.

At this time, two middle-aged monks walked out of the door, one tall and one short, with blue silk carved feather belts around their waists, both capable and strong.

The two saw Tian Nongxiang probing his brain in front of the door.

"Who are you, and what are you here for?" asked the tall monk.

"Tian Nongxiang, come to visit the three elders. Tian Nongxiang replied.

The two Dao Tong looked at each other, then both rolled their eyes at him.

Suddenly, the short monk shouted, "Where did you come from, little doll, go home quickly." ”

Tian Nongxiang was stunned for a moment, and then understood that these two people had a lot of opinions about their "seniority". He didn't answer, but walked towards the gate with his head held high.

The two monks looked at each other and each stretched out a hand to block the farmer.

The tall monk shouted: "The treasure land of the Sword Pavilion, outsiders are not allowed to enter. ”

The short monk laughed evilly and pointed to the futon in front of the incense burner, "Even if you leave, you have to kowtow before leaving!"

Tian Nongxiang sneered in his heart, these two guys were even more shameless than himself.

At this time, Qiankun Pan came out of Tian Nongxiang's shoulder and shouted at the two monks: "Stinky monk, when you see that your uncle and ancestor don't kowtow, do you dare to blast out?"

Tian Nongxiang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Qiankun Pan, "How do you know that they should call me Senior Uncle Ancestor?"

Qiankun smiled strangely, "Didn't you see their belts? If you don't have that carved feather pattern, you won't even have the qualifications to call you 'Uncle Shi'. ”

Suddenly, two invisible forces emanated from the palms of the two monks and crushed the farmer. He shouted: "Little things who don't know whether they are alive or dead, don't get out of here!"

Tian Nongxiang's face sank, and he secretly carried the Xuanjing, did not retreat, but advanced, and walked over against two invisible forces.

Two invisible forces slapped on Tian Nongxiang's body.

Boom! Boom!

There were two muffled sounds, and the two monks, tall and short, screamed and flew out.

Tian Nongxiang turned his head and squeezed his eyes at them, "I'm sorry!" After speaking, his feet moved slightly, and he flashed like a door.

The two monks looked at each other in astonishment, both secretly surprised.

You must know that they are all in the middle stage of the Scattered Realm, but they have not been able to restrain a Boyi Realm monk. Although they didn't use all their strength just now, there was no reason why they would be knocked away by a Boyi Realm. It's weird.

Originally, he wanted to give Tian Nongxiang a dismount, but he didn't think that he would fall first.

As soon as he entered the door, a cold light suddenly flashed, and a sword slashed in his face. It's fast, but it's silent.

Tian Nongxiang flicked under his feet, and with a whoosh, it rose to the sky and landed on the roof of a temple.

"Who dare to break into my Sword Pavilion!"

Tian Nongxiang leaned over and saw a short and fat monk with a blue eagle feather belt around his waist, holding a sword in his hand, pointing at Tian Nongxiang and asking.

Tian Nongxiang was originally angry, but when he saw him like this, he was happy. He smiled, "Your winter melon swordsmanship is good." ”

When the man heard about the "winter melon" son, his face suddenly changed and he was furious. As soon as the body moved, it flew up in the air, like a blue light, breaking through the air. The sword light flickered, and he stabbed at Tian Nongxiang.

Tian Nong Xiang dodged and dodged, and changed positions repeatedly.

Although the "winter melon" is extremely fast and the swordsmanship is strong, it can always be separated from Tian Nongxiang by five or six meters.

In an instant, the "winter melon" attacked seventy or eighty moves in a row, but it was completely slashed in the air. I couldn't help but be shocked.

When he landed, he stopped at the ridge of the house, pinched his sword and pointed at him, and glared angrily at Tian Nongxiang.

didn't wait for Tian Nongxiang to speak, only to hear someone shouting below: "Senior Brother Yan Ming, be careful, that guy is very evil." ”

Tian Nongxiang grinned at the winter melon, and spread his hands, "Brother Tai looks strange and has good swordsmanship, but I'm not interested in playing with you." ”

As soon as he heard the word "looks", Yan Ming became more and more angry, "Foul-speaking brute, Master Dao slaughtered you." "Do it with all your might, swing your sword and stab.

Tian Nongxiang scolded secretly: Fuck, this guy can't understand human speech.

With a loud bang, the sword light was like a curtain, and the coercion was everywhere, and the real flow was churning. The entire void where Tian Nongxiang was located was shrouded in sword light, like a waterfall, rushing down.

At this time, more than 20 monks from the Sword Pavilion had already heard the sound and watched the battle from afar.

Tian Nongxiang hurriedly ran the Ancient Xuan Sutra, and the true currents converged to resist the coercion of the crowd from all directions, and at the same time urged the phantom to rush and shuttle under the void shrouded in sword light. Several times he wanted to jump out of the light curtain, but every time he was about to move, the sword light came in an instant, blocking the front.

Tian Nongxiang was shocked, he didn't expect this dwarf winter melon to be so strong that he couldn't get out. carelessly, he still underestimated the monks in the world, thinking that if he could fight beyond the ranks, he would be proud to return to the realm. However, he never thought that every level of monks had the peak of their combat power. Playing with those monks with peak combat power is not a matter of "fighting beyond the ranks".

Over the years, he had only devoted himself to cultivation and improvement, but he had very little research on offensive and defensive methods, not to mention, what he encountered at this time was a set of almost impeccable and powerful sword techniques. For a time, the farmers were in a hurry, shuttling around to dodge, and it was difficult to return a fist and a palm.

Tian Nongxiang's heart "dong dong" jumped, but begging for mercy was not his character. Gritting his teeth, he urged the phantom to rush to the trail, and shuttled through the light curtain to dodge, looking for loopholes in the swordsmanship.

The light curtain was gradually shrinking, completely enveloping Tian Nongxiang, the corners of Tian Nongxiang's clothes were flying in the wind, and with a snort, the placket of his chest was cut open by the sword light. At this time, under the light curtain, the heat wave was rolling, and the true flow of Yan Ming's urging made the sword roar and hover like a fire dragon that burned the sky and devoured the earth.

The shadow of the sword flickered, stabbing at Tian Nongxiang's face. In a hurry, Tian Nongxiang reached into his arms, the red light flashed, and the bloodthirsty dagger broke out of the air.

Tian Nongxiang was originally reluctant to use the bloodthirsty dagger, because this thing has its own spirituality, and the killing is too heavy. However, in the urgency of the situation, I can't take care of too much.

The bloodthirsty dagger slashed a red afterimage in the white light, and with a clatter, it collided with the sword. Yan Ming was shocked and swung a few swords in a row.

At the same time, the bloodthirsty dagger had broken away from the palm of Tian Nongxiang's hand, swirling in the air, and directly attacked the door of the winter melon's brain.

Yan Ming just now urged with mana, used all his strength, only attacked but not defended, and suddenly saw the dagger coming, he was taken aback, and with a bang, he hurriedly retreated.

However, the bloodthirsty dagger is psychic, and once it has the upper hand, it will stop. A blood-red arc was drawn in the air, directly attacking the "winter melon" door.

Tian Nong was shocked. After all, the "winter melon" is also a person from Lingyun Pavilion, and if it is injured in itself, it will be bad.

Hurriedly moved physically and mentally, moved his steps sharply, and chased after him.

Yan Ming retreated more than ten zhang in a row, but the dagger was getting closer and closer to him. "Ahh

In front of him, Tian Nongxiang clenched the dagger, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead. Fortunately, I was fast enough, if I was one step late, I would have died.

Yan Ming's face turned pale, "You, who are you?"

Tian Nongxiang withdrew his dagger and retreated a few steps back, "Tian Nongxiang!"

Yan Ming was stunned for a moment, "Ah!?Old Ancestor's newly accepted closed disciple?The rumored little master and uncle?"

Tian Nongxiang wiped his sweat, laughed dryly, and nodded at him.

Yan Ming looked at him in astonishment with his mouth wide open.

Tian Nongxiang stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Your swordsmanship is so good, if you rely on cultivation, I can't beat you." ”

Yan Ming's face turned red, and he pointed to the bloodthirsty dagger in his hand, "That refining weapon is so powerful." ”

Tian Nongxiang smiled and did not answer. Heart Dao: This dagger has devoured demon blood, which is naturally different from ordinary weapons.