In the midst of everyone's stunned, the first person to react was the fourth senior brother, who moved, swept over piles of broken bricks and tiles, and came to Xu Feng's approach. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info stretched his arms slightly, protecting Xu Feng behind him.

As the Liuhuafang was destroyed by the sword intent, everyone in the fierce battle showed their bodies and flew out at the last moment.

The stones were like rain, and the broken wood was like arrows, although they were not injured by the sword intent, they were also made very embarrassed.

The target locked by the Wind and Rain Sword was the white-clothed young man, and after being hit by the sword qi, he flew out upside down, his body was disheveled, and countless sword marks were densely spread all over his body. In his right hand, he still held the saber, but his wrist was shaking uncontrollably.

Liuhuafang is built by the lake, with streets on one side and a sparkling salt lake on the other. After the house collapsed, the third senior brother flew out and landed on the beach on the side of the lake, and the rocks and broken wood were piled up at his feet, and the gray clay pot was still ghostly shining on the third senior brother's face.

The white-clothed young man was embarrassed by Xu Feng's killing, and his breath was disordered, which had weakened the control of the Yuan Shen of the gray clay pot.

Under the scorching sun, the third senior brother's bare right arm full of strength suddenly poked out, smashed into the gray clay pot in front of him with a fist, raised his eyebrows, and shouted in a deep voice: "Yin...... Wind!...... Ancient!...... Jar!"

Every time he spit out a word, the Yuan Force on his right fist continued to skyrocket, and the gray clay pot trembled rapidly on the third senior brother's fist, and there was a faint gray afterimage around it.

With the calm shouts of the third senior brother, a roar sounded again in the field that had calmed down.

Like a vat full of water being burst alive, with a bang, the gray clay pot exploded like a cannon in the lake breeze, and a puff of green smoke rose in the air.

Cultivators above the middle realm of the Apocalypse could "see" that as the clay pot exploded, hundreds of gray shadows were whistling in the air, as if the unjust soul with nowhere to lodge made a spin in the air, all of which drilled into the sleeve of the white-clothed young man.

The third senior brother's gaze fell on his right fist, which was covered with a thin layer of ice chips, which shone slightly blue under the scorching sun.

The mind turned, and the true yuan in the third senior brother's secluded mansion was like a grassland burned by flames, and the Liyang fist intent gushed out. The ice chips on his right fist suddenly turned into a trace of green smoke, and disappeared by the lake breeze.

The Yin Wind Ancient Jar was burst by the fist intent of the third senior brother, and the young man in white was devoured by the destruction of the spiritual weapon, and his body standing quietly shook slightly, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Xu Feng's violent battle made the three senior brothers sense a certain change at the same time, and knew that something happened to the junior brother.

As soon as the fourth senior brother protected Xu Feng behind him, Xu Feng, who was really silent, fell down in a daze, and the fourth senior brother stopped the junior brother in his arms with a light stretch of his ape arm.

Martial arts such as the Wind and Rain Spot Cangjian were created by the powerhouses of the Divine Realm, and they also contained the Lotus Pond Fairy's profound understanding of the Dao Law of Heaven and Earth. If you want to give full play to this set of swordsmanship, there are requirements for the number of true elements and the thickness of divine thoughts, and at least the cultivation realm of the Apocalypse Middle Realm.

Xu Feng's realm is not enough, driven by hatred and coincidence, he actually gave full play to the wind sword style of the wind and rain. At this time, the True Yuan in the Hidden Mansion and the Divine Thoughts in the Mud Pill Palace were crushed by this set of sword techniques, and their bodies were weak, and they felt dizzy in front of their eyes.

The strong smell of men on the fourth senior brother came to his nose, which made Xu Feng sober up slightly. Slowly opened his eyes, and said weakly to the fourth senior brother: "Senior brother, help me up, I'm fine." ”

Xu Feng stood in the center of the ruins, a half-zhang square clearing. Looking at the crowd of onlookers from afar on the side of the road, the opponent with a cold and embarrassed expression, his eyes finally fell on the cold girl.

The realm of Baili Bing, except for Xu Feng, is the lowest among the people, and when the Liuhuafang was torn apart and the rocks were flying, he was unfortunately hit by a piece of sawdust, and he was not injured, but the beautiful red gauze skirt was torn apart.

Xu Feng laughed at the sparkling salt lake.

As soon as the laughter stopped, there was a dizziness in his head, the consumption of true yuan was too great, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

But he still didn't forget to taunt, and said to Baili Bing: "Master, I will do what I say!"

The third senior brother frowned slightly.

Baili Bingqiao's face was slightly red, the sewing needle in her hand was shaking, and she shook out an afterimage, ready to find Xu Feng desperately.

"Stop. ”

A calm and calm voice rang out in the room.

As the sound sounded, a thin horse came slowly from the market, and the horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone paved street in a very rhythmic manner, making a ...... Click...... sounds.

The skinny horse is really a skinny horse, skinny and bone-like, as if he had some kind of disease, he looks old and weak, and he walks slowly, and I don't know who would choose such a horse as a mount.

Beside the saddle hung a huge wine gourd, which swayed rhythmically as the thin horse moved.

Immediately, very casually, sat a young man, with black hair raised and starry eyebrows. Dressed in a cyan robe, he carried a broken wooden sword behind his back. The wooden sword was black and broken, and there were many gaps in the sword, and the hilt was even about to crack, and I don't know what kind of glue was glued together.

Such a horse, such a sword, is a very good match.

The horses walked casually to the field, as if the earth-shattering battle had never happened at all.

The thin horse came slowly, and Baili Bing lowered his head a little timidly.

The entire Immortal Sword Sect, hundreds of thousands of Sword Sect disciples, can make Baili Bing jealous of only a handful of people. And this thin horse remnant sword not only made Baili Bing very scrupulous, but also made her very respectful.

"Senior brother, this kid, and this kid, bully us!" Bai Li Bing pointed at Xu Feng and Fang Yutong with a short sword and said angrily.

The thin horse slowly stepped over the debris on the ground until it reached Xu Feng and the fourth senior brother.

The thin horse glanced at Xu Feng, and as if he was a little afraid, he turned the horse's head and sneezed very loudly.

The young man on the horse leaned forward, clasped his fists slightly at Xu Feng, and calmly praised: "Good swordsmanship!"

Then he turned around and said to Baili Bing, "We?"

Baili Bing knew that Senior Brother was referring to Shi Gongzi's group, and was ready to explain that they were friends they met at the Salt Lake City Doubao Conference.

The man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting on the horse, casually glanced at Shi Gongzi and the others, and said lightly: "If you don't want me to reveal my identity, get out of here." ”

The man in white was slightly stunned, stared at Xu Feng resentfully, and disappeared with the other two in an instant.

Baili Bingqi's little brute boots stomped the ground, but he didn't dare to disobey.

The thin horse and the remnant sword, known to everyone in the entire continent, is a rising star in the south in recent years.

The sect of the world, the south gate and the north courtyard.

Among the younger generation of cultivators, if there is Liang Wendao in the Dongcheng Courtyard, then there is Fu Qingshan in the Immortal Sword Gate. Two new stars in the north and south of the continent shine in the world.

In fact, Liang Wendao is already standing in his old age, nearly ten years older than Fu Qingshan, so everyone in the world values Fu Qingshan more, and he is the real cultivation leader of the younger generation.

Not only is kendo unfathomable, but it also enjoys a high reputation throughout the southern part of the dynasty. As the chief disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, hundreds of thousands of sword path disciples have great respect for this senior brother. It is the pride of their lives to be able to become a junior disciple with a thin horse and a broken sword, because this is a figure destined to create a legend and become a myth.

In the younger generation, only a few people have the opportunity to break through to the Creation God Realm in their lifetime, and Fu Qingshan is one of the candidates who has been confirmed by the Craftsman Sect List and must enter the Creation God Realm. There are even rumors that he has seen the threshold of breaking the realm, but he is just too lazy to step in.