Chapter 117: The Sword God Is Not a God (Ninth Update)

Suddenly, there was a cliff in front of him, this cliff was seven or eight zhang wide, and the original suspended iron cable had been cut off, leaving only two rusty iron piles. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Ah Zhu looked down the cliff and saw that the white mist was filled, and the bottom was not visible, which was very terrifying. exclaimed: "Brother Fang, the road ahead has been broken, what should I do?" Although she was full of innate true qi, she couldn't run as she wished, and she couldn't jump over such a long distance.

Fang Haoran smiled and said lightly: "Don't worry, look at me!" He stretched out his hand and broke a branch on the side of the road, wrapped his left hand, and hugged Azhu into his arms.

Ah Zhu's face leaned against his broad and thick chest, only to feel a scorching masculine breath rushing towards his face, and he couldn't help but blush and close his eyes. Suddenly, she felt that her body was slightly lighter, and the whole person flew up, she knew that it was Fang Haoran who was about to cross the cliff. But after a while, she suddenly felt her body begin to fall, and thinking that there was a bottomless cliff below, her heart tightened tightly, and she closed her eyes and did not dare to open them.

After a "pause", Azhu's waist suddenly tightened, and when he opened his eyes urgently, he found that the scenery in his field of vision had changed greatly, and he had come to the other side of the cliff.

Stepping on the solid ground, as if in a lifetime, Ah Zhu let out a long breath, calmed down his shock, and asked, "Brother Fang, how did you do it just now?"

Fang Haoran spread his hands, and the branches that had just been broken were gone. In fact, with Fang Haoran's strength, it is not difficult for a person to cross a cliff of seven or eight feet, but it is not easy to bring a person, so he broke a branch, threw the branch out in mid-air, and borrowed a force on the branch with the technique of crossing the river with a reed, and took Azhu over the cliff.

Continuing on, I turned a corner under the rock wall, and the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and the person was already in a valley. As far as the eye can see, it is a magnificent palace, the whole body of the palace is made of boulders, each boulder is two meters long, one meter wide, and it weighs thousands of catties, which can be shaken by non-human beings. It is hard to imagine how much manpower and material resources it would take to build such a palace deep in the mountains.

The surface of this palace is seriously weathered, and after many years, it is obviously impossible for Tianshan Tong to build it, it should be left by the ancestor of the Xiaoyao faction, which can also explain why the Xiaoyao faction can build such a large palace in the deep mountains, for the Taoist Zhenxiu, it is not difficult.

The two of them passed through a flower bed, passed through two moon cave doors, and came to the outside of the palace. A few feet away from the doors and windows of the palace, I could already hear the noise inside.

It happened that the doors and windows were not strict, and when I looked in, I saw hundreds of men armed with knives, guns, sticks, and sticks, dressed in short costumes, shouting and scolding, and there were a few people on the side who were clearly distinguishing from them.

Fang Haoran saw those people clearly, and immediately shook his head and smiled. These people turned out to be Murong Fu and the four retainers, as well as Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu, who had always been inseparable from Wang Yuyan.

Ah Zhu saw the Murong family, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Fang, should we go in?" She was adopted by the Murong family since she was a child, and now although she has left the Murong family, when the two sides see each other, their hearts are turbulent.

At this time, a voice came from behind: "Who are you, what are you doing hiding outside the temple?"

The voice came from far and near, and in the blink of an eye, the man was dressed in a green shirt, in his fifties, with a long beard and a delicate face, a long sword pinned to his waist, and a black thing in his hand.

When everyone in the hall heard the movement outside the door, they poured out one after another, surrounded Fang Haoran and Ah Zhu in the middle, and shouted: "Who are you two who dare to eavesdrop on us discussing major matters, could it be that the remnants of the Vulture Palace are not successful?" As soon as these words came out, the faces of the others changed in shock, and they drew their weapons one after another, and their swords were tense.

There was a person next to him who hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, it was Duan Yu, and said: "Don't misunderstand, this son is the junior brother of Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, Fang Haoran's son, and this is Miss Azhu next to him!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes shrank suddenly, Fang Haoran's reputation had not yet reached this place, but Qiao Feng had been shaking the rivers and lakes for many years, and they still knew that it was powerful.

The person who had just discovered Fang Haoran let out an "oh", looked at Fang Haoran's gaze revealing interest, and said, "I heard that there is a Southern Murong and Northern Qiao Feng who is powerful in the rivers and lakes, since you are Qiao Feng's junior brother, you must have a good strength." This sword god is back in the rivers and lakes, today I will test your sword and try the kung fu of the martial arts masters of the Central Plains. ā€

Fang Haoran sighed lightly, and looked at the old man in Tsing Yi with interest, this person is Zhuo Bufan, the first pretending criminal of Tianlong, who calls himself the "Sword God"?

Ah Zhu said in his heart: "This person is known as the 'Sword God', but he is too arrogant. No matter how high your swordsmanship is, how can you call yourself a 'god'? I have never heard of such a number one person in the rivers and lakes, but I don't know how good your swordsmanship is?"

Zhuo Bufan threw his left hand, the flesh and blood of the thing were blurred, it was actually a head, and then looked at the face of the head, but saw that the eyebrows were open, and his eyes were wide.

The people on the side exclaimed, "Isn't this the district owner who just escaped, why did he die so quickly?"

"The Sword God Excalibur is indeed worthy of its name. A Taoist next to him laughed and said, "Brother Zhuo is a dignified sword god, how can this little guy be your opponent!"

"This sword god is about to make a name for himself when he comes back to the rivers and lakes, as long as he admits that Qiao Feng is not as good as me, I can spare his life. Zhuo Bufan was very resolute, and suddenly with a brush, he pulled out his long sword, the cold light flashed, and he sneered a few times, shooting out a few dazzling sword rays.

Ah Zhu said in his heart: "This sword is a little similar to the six-vein divine sword, I don't know how powerful it is, but this person dares to claim that the sword god kung fu is definitely not weak......" She looked at Fang Haoran, with a worried look on her face.

Fang Haoran smiled at her, waved his hand to show peace of mind, and then looked at Zhuo Bufan and said, "As long as you can catch my sword, I won't care about this matter today." ā€

The unjust Taoist, Wu Boss and the others looked at each other, and said in their hearts: Isn't this kid scared crazy? Otherwise, how could he be so crazy. Mr. Zhuo's swordsmanship is superb, you can catch him with a move, it's a blessing, and you dare to let Kyoyan beat Mr. Zhuo!

Murong Fu and the others on the side had complicated expressions, they knew that Fang Haoran was powerful, so they expected that this sword god with a great name could kill Fang Haoran, even if they couldn't kill him, it was best to beat Fang Haoran to serious injury, and then they could take advantage of the fisherman and take revenge.

And Duan Yu showed excitement on his face, he had seen Fang Haoran's power, even the peerless master Gu Mozhi was killed by him, he could be called a peerless master, and now there is another sword god, the two of them must be very good-looking.

Zhuo Bufan in the Changbai Mountain skillfully obtained the sword scripture left by his predecessors, practiced hard for thirty years, after his birth, he killed several good players one after another, boasted of being invincible in the world, and gave himself the title of the sword god.

The tip of the sword spit out several feet of sword light, glowing with a faint blue light, as bright as jade. These people have never seen other people's blades grow green rays, and they all shouted and praised again and again.

Fang Haoran's face did not change, he took a step forward, and a fierce and powerful momentum burst out, the cyan sword stabbed in front of him as if it had pierced into the mire, no matter how hard Zhuo Bufan tried, he couldn't break through Fang Haoran's defense.

Fang Haoran shook his head slightly, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, with a "dang" sound, the sword suddenly collapsed, and the long sword made of stainless steel shattered inch by inch, falling to the ground.

Zhuo Bufan's heart was so angry that it was indescribable. Since he cultivated the sword, he has been invincible. Today, the sword was shattered by someone's crooked fingers. He knew that he was never an opponent, so he hurriedly arched his hands to Fang Haoran and said, "Admire, admire, there will be a period later." ā€

Fang Haoran pointed out and said, "Don't be in a hurry to leave, you can also take my sword!"

Shaoshang's sword shot out, the sword road was majestic, quite a stone-shattering shock, the wind and rain were so strong, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, with the sound of whirring wind and thunder, everyone instantly felt suffocated, as if they were in a storm.

Zhuo Bufan's face changed greatly, he could feel that this sword aura was extremely powerful, and compared to himself, it was like a firefly competing with Haoyue.

"Poof!"

The sword qi pierced through the center of his eyebrows, Zhuo Bufan's face was full of shock and condensed, and he didn't know that he was too ridiculous until he died.

ps: Nine chapters are sent, in fact, the number of words in these nine chapters is equivalent to ten chapters, but since I said ten chapters, I will update one chapter later.

(To be continued.) )