Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, there are rivers and lakes, there are in the Celestial Empire, and there are also in Zhongzhou.

Where there are rivers and lakes, there must be legends, there are in the Celestial Empire, and there are also in Zhongzhou.

There are strange people in Zhongzhou, whose names are Qingqiu. Qingqiu good sword, holding ten thousand gold, collecting the world's famous weapons, then melting, playing swords day and night, more than 20 years, the sword has become a great cause. Qingqiu has a great cause, and in the past ten years, he has invited seven out of seventy famous people in the sword forest, all of which have been broken. Since then, Qingqiu has changed his name to the old man of iron, hidden. Those who know the sword in the rivers and lakes worship him as the saint of the sword, and the great cause is also the crown of the sword.

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Chen Qixing and the beautiful man killed dozens of rounds. The wine had already been drunk, and after drinking, they were already drunk, and the beautiful man was also proficient in coming and going, and for a while, it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, and each had a winner or loser.

"Brother, brother, let me tell you, you are the best-looking man I have ever seen, if you put us there, you will definitely be a big star, the whole country, no, no, no women all over the world are fascinated by you, what a little fresh meat and a small stick, it is 108,000 miles away from you. Chen Qixing looked at the beautiful man's slightly red cheeks after drinking wine and sighed.

"Brother, it's useless to flamboyate, I remember what you just did, and I'm going to use my internal qi this time. The man in red smiled slightly, but his hands did not relax, he pressed Chen Qixing with one hand, and gathered his qi with the other, and flicked it at Chen Qixing's head.

"Oh, I'll go, it hurts, really, it hurts, no, come again, come again. Chen Qixing heard a strange roar under the moon, and he pulled the man's hand that he wanted to retract and didn't let it go.

At this moment, a wooden sword flew and hit Chen Qixing's door, a beautiful man, sideways with a sword, and when he was long, there was a piercing metal collision sound. Chen Qixing covered his ears with shock.

"Did it thunder?" Chen Qixing covered his ears and looked at the beautiful man holding the sword.

"If you want to die, just sit and don't move. The beautiful man slammed him, grabbed the wooden sword that had been knocked to the ground, carried the long sword, and flew into the air, taking the wine bag at his waist with his habitual touch, and it was empty.

"Ah, this big brother flew away, haha. Chen Qixing rubbed his eyes a little dizzy, "Fly away, I'm drunk, who else can fly besides me." ”

On the other side, in the blink of an eye, the beautiful man flew hundreds of meters away, and among the dense woods in front of him, a large pit suddenly appeared, and the surrounding area was slightly empty, and a man dressed in black, standing with his hands in his hands, with his back to the beautiful man. Under the moon, the black hair, the black clothes and the night are dark, and there is a faint feeling of a villain.

"You're late. The beautiful man said and threw his sword at the man in black.

"The master has taken in a total of four apprentices, and all three of them already have swords, but I am still carrying a wooden sword. The man in black turned around, revealing a plain and innocent face in the moonlight, like a man walking casually on the street, showing ordinary, but the eyes looked carefully, adding a little edge, giving people the feeling that at first glance it was still an ordinary man, but at the next glance it seemed to be a sheathed sword.

It is also strange for the man to raise his hand on his chest, the wooden sword stopped when it was about to hit him, stopped in the air, as if it was frozen, no longer moving and not falling, Chen Qixing would definitely call a worship if he saw it here, just this hand to stop the sword in the air is a handsome stroke, better than countless five-mao special effects that glow with colored light.

"Blame me?" the beautiful man inserted his long sword, trying to tie up his long hair, and a long red hairband was pulled out of his long sleeve and fluttered in the wind.

"Senior Sister Han, no matter how you look at it, you will still be captivated by the country, and after the competition, I will be merciful and not hurt your face. The ordinary man held the wooden sword in his hand, clenched his fists and laughed.

"Call Senior Sister again!" the beautiful man who called Han shouted angrily, and the fight began.

For a while, the boss made a loud noise, and saw the golden fire, like fireworks burning in the night sky, better than the moonlight.

It thundered again, and Chen Qixing, who fell asleep on the ground in the distance, turned over, scratched his face, and continued to sleep.

"Don't let people sleep!" Chen Qixing jumped up and shouted at the distant jingle rumble, "In the middle of the night, rest and rest, and if you disturb the people again, I will call the police!" He scratched his face, waiting as if there were no police here, and then thought, it is better to ask for others than for yourself, let's go and see for yourself, and completely forget the instructions of the beautiful man before.

Poisonous mosquitoes, go to your sky to cover the earth as a seat, most of the elegance of the ancients came from yy, and the ancients loved to bully me. Chen Qixing scratched the mosquito block on his face and gritted his teeth.

The sound of long swords and wooden swords striking resounded through the maple forest, and birds could be seen fleeing in the sky from time to time, and there were also a few words of chirp hovering in the air, like scolding, more like cheering.

The moonlight sprinkled, the long sword was like a silver dragon, reflecting the dazzling cold light, opening and closing, the wooden sword was like a black jiao, and the long sword was shining, clanging, and sparks from time to time.

"Looks like you've found the sword you like, Senior Brother Mo Fan. The beautiful man with the name Han smiled.

"The forest country has a sacred tree, sterile to soil, but if it is planted on iron, attached to iron and born, the best can swallow ten thousand catties of iron. For thousands of years, there is still no flower blooming, if the flower opens, take this wood, throw it into the fire, the fire does not burn, but also can lead to thunder, and the fire of the sky is not destroyed. The ordinary man named Mo Fan changed his fingers, and the long sword of the cold sword was set aside in the air, as well as its tricky angle, and flew away.

"The people of the forest country like to raise this tree, the name of the golden tree. Mo Fan continued to explain.

"You shaved your Golden Tree King?" Han frowned, as if he was holding back a smile. With its extremely long sword stem, it swings the flying wooden sword, which is an understatement, like playing badminton.

"Exactly. Mo Fan said with a smile, "The three senior brothers have a high opinion of the sword, the senior brother takes its edge, so the sword is cast in an inch, within an inch, it is unparalleled in the world, Senior Sister Han takes its length, the sword is six feet, the sword is full of qi, the sword is over, the star can also be picked, the third senior brother takes its number, if the same name will point the soldiers, the more the merrier, the sword array has passed, such as the peer army, the wind forest volcano." ”

"You are thinking about the same sword path as your master, and you only want to have the same heart, but you don't hold the sword in your hand, and you are looking for the ancient sword immortal sword. Han said as he continued to work, holding the lower end of the long sword in both hands, holding the sword like a gun, piercing repeatedly, like a storm, impermeable to the wind.

"I came to the maple forest, and I saw a meteor falling, and I wanted to see if there were any materials available, so that I could put the family heirloom tree back for offering, but I didn't think about it for most of the day, so I was late. "Mo Fan's golden wooden sword, like a flat boat, keeps rippling under the cold long sword, and all kinds of dangers are numerous, but it still does not leak. Gradually, he was sweating profusely, but he also blocked the attack of this storm.

"I have a sword, if you block it, this bet will be counted as your victory, and my eagle strike will be borrowed from you for two days. Han saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, so he stopped, holding the long sword behind his back with both hands, and gathered momentum.

"Done. If I lose, the 300 catties of monkey wine will be given immediately. Mo Fan held the sword in both hands, and saw Jin Mu flying around him, looking from a distance, as if possessed by a dragon.

"In recent years, I have visited the four countries, the tornadoes of Guanlan country descended from the sky, the divine fire of Guanyan country was extinguished, the sky of Guanyuan country was cracked, and the fog of Guanmo country was clear. As the travels in the cold mouth came out, his momentum became stronger and stronger, and in his eyes, there seemed to be thousands of swords intertwined with the light spewing out, with a high spirit and majestic sword momentum. In Mo Fan's eyes, he seemed to see a sharp bladeless sword, flying in the tornado, refining in the divine fire, swimming in the moat, and shining in the mist.

"Later memories of the master striking iron, knowing my true intentions!" Han seemed to narrate the endless sword qi in his chest, causing the heavens and the earth to change color, hundreds of miles of maple forests, birds all rose into the air, and the roar of beasts continued.

At the end of the words, the sword came out, it was a very fast sword, the sword was like silver lightning, forming a crescent moon around the cold body that made the bright moon dull.

The move is nameless, because Han doesn't know how to name this move, he has never been willing to use it, but in order to compete with his fellow brothers, he doesn't want to think about it.

There is no need to talk much, you can win three hundred catties of good wine with one point, and fight to the death, no, you have to leave him breathing, thinking coldly, but the sword move has come out, if you are covered with water, junior brother, don't die.