"Brother Gong Rui, can you tell the truth?" Hong Wei frowned and opened his mouth to confirm, his face sinking.

He knows the Zhantai Sword, he has good talent and strong strength, even he wants to win it over, but unfortunately the first contact made him not ideal, and now the Zhantai Sword has actually joined Qin Bufan's camp, which makes him unable to calm down.

Who is Qin Bufan? He didn't know the name, but this person hated it so much, he lost twice in Qin Bufan's hands, and now he wanted to kill Qin Bufan.

And Zhantai Sword blocked the door with Qin Bufan, and was naturally classified into Qin Bufan's family, so Fang Cai's face was excited, and it was fortunate to be able to cut off the enemy's arm, but now he found that the enemy's arm was not strong, and he couldn't help but feel depressed and gloomy.

"It's the truth!" Gong Rui nodded and said, but his eyes fell on Qin Bufan, squinting his eyes, smiling lightly, his eyes were bright, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally his gaze was withdrawn, and he was beaten on Lin Qianqian on the way.

When Hong Wei heard this, he didn't say anything with a calm face, Gong Rui's origin was mysterious, no one knew his background, and it was not Hong Wei who recovered it personally, but took the initiative to come up, what his intentions were, I really don't know, so Hong Wei has always been wary of it, and it is also powerful, and it can't be crushed, so it can only be left and right.

At this moment, Gong Rui's words are credible, and the only reason for this is Qin Bufan.

The killing machines in the field were repeated, the nets were torn, and everyone who watched was shocked, but the face of the Zhantai sword in it did not change much, and he said with a cold face, "Watching you and other swordsmanship is of some benefit to me, so I don't hide it anymore, and I will send you on the road with all my might, which is already a reward!"

Zhan Tai Jian held the sword in both hands, raised it to his chest, his eyes were slightly disclosed, and the killing intent was terrifying, like a heavenly sword hanging in the air, threatening people's hearts.

"People!"

Zhantai Sword shouted, stepped down to the left, danced the long sword with both hands, the tip of the sword blossomed, and crashed into the net.

"Ahh

The next moment, a miserable scream sounded, and the young man on the throne slammed to the end, only to see a rainbow in his chest, and he was stabbed in the heart and beheaded.

The net was shattered, the momentum of the three of them was gone, there was no place for anyone, and this set of combined swordsmanship was no longer powerful.

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

Two sorrowful cries in succession, calling out to the shocked and lifeless young man, but it was a pity that no matter how he choked the heavens and the earth, the young man would never wake up again.

"I'll kill you!"

A young man of status, his eyes were blood-red, his forehead meridians protruded, he gritted his gums, and burst out a few words.

"Second brother, don't!"

Although the heavenly boy was sad, painful and hateful, his reason still existed, and when he saw the status of the young man killed, he hurriedly stopped it, but unfortunately it was too late after all.

He raised his hand to look at the Zhantai sword and pulled the long sword out of the neck of his second brother, and the blood was simmering, shooting indiscriminately.

"Big, brother, you, go, hurry,"

The status boy covered his neck, turned his head to look at the heavenly boy, and spoke with difficulty, and before he could finish his words, he turned into a dead corpse.

"Second brother!"

More than ten years of getting along day and night, part-time blood brothers, so that the three of them can be as one heart, practice this total swordsmanship, their mutual feelings, how can words be clear?

And right now, the three brothers are the only ones left, and the heavenly young man can no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and he holds the sword and picks up the Zhantai sword.

Life and joy, death and fear, two brothers, walk slowly, wait for my brother!

As he thought, the heavenly boy slashed out a fearless sword, the strongest sword in his life, but unfortunately, his opponent was Zhantai Sword.

The face of the Zhantai sword remained unchanged, the long sword in his hand was blocked horizontally, and he swiped diagonally, picking the long sword away from the hand of the heavenly young man, and then pulling it horizontally, the sword body was about to cut off the head of the heavenly young man.

"Brothers, it's my brother who didn't protect you well! Brother will come down to accompany you!" the young man thought in his heart, looked at the unstoppable Limang, closed his eyelids, and squeezed out a few teardrops under his eyelids.

"Ding!"

The long sword in Zhantai's sword hand was resisted, and a young man in a purple robe held a steel fracture fan against the long sword, not retreating at all.

The heavenly boy waited for a moment, and because he felt that there was a long sword on his body, he couldn't help but open his eyes to look, but he saw a purple-robed young man blocking in front of him, easily and casually holding the cold and cold long sword.

"Why, save me!" the young man asked, looking confused.

"Because it's more fun to be alive!" said the young man in purple without hesitation.

"Fun?" The heavenly young man's heart was shocked, staring at the back of the purple-clothed young man, his eyes showing fear.

Is it just because it's fun? Then will you slaughter the world because it's fun? If the young man in purple can hear his heart, he will inevitably look back and smile, "Yes!"

The Zhantai Sword withdrew his long sword, he knew that this one could not be used, but the sword was not returned to the sheath, but pointed at the other party from afar, carrying a more violent storm.

Excited, jealous, full of Zhantai Sword's eyes, the battle intent in his heart boiled, this is an opponent who is even stronger than him, but the swordsman is not afraid of everything, he wants to live and die with this purple-clothed young man.

"Kenshin?" The purple-clothed young man was shocked, his face was surprised, and then his expression changed again, and he scolded and said, "Damn, swordsman!"

Swordsman, among the immortal cultivators, is extremely good at the sword, and extremely affectionate in the sword, he is called a swordsman, often a pure swordsman, must have a clear sword heart, and the future is unlimited. There is no rival to his peers, so there are often few people who are willing to be his enemy.

But these are not the key, what is really awe-inspiring is the indomitable courage of the swordsman, and any enemy will fight all his life to kill it.

That is to say, if you are targeted by a swordsman, either he will kill you, or you will kill him, even if he can't kill you now, he will stick to you like a dog skin plaster until he kills you, this kind of attachment is the source of everyone's fear of swordsmen.

Of course, swordsmen are not stupid, they will provoke invincible people for no reason, for example, when the Zhantai Sword faces Qin Bufan, he is not the slightest sure.

And when the Zhantai Sword faced the young man in purple, although he was under a lot of pressure, he also had the ambition to fight, not to mention that the young man in purple also saved people from his sword, so he was the enemy.

"Say your name and I will engrave you in my heart. Zhan Taijian asked in a deep voice, his eyes sharp and his face cold.

"Do you really want to be my enemy?" asked the purple-clothed young man with a dark face, he didn't want to confront a swordsman unless he had to.

In the distance, Qin Bufan got up, stared at the two people in the field, and took out a long sword from the Qiankun bag, ready to save the Zhantai sword at any time.

Yes, it was to save the Zhantai Sword, this purple-clothed young man knew it, and he struck a hurried blow at night, with two thousand catties of strength, but the purple-clothed young man was able to take it without injury, which was enough to see that it was extraordinary.

"Say your name!" said the Zhan Tai Sword coldly.

"Swordsman, remember, Gong Rui, the one who killed you!" said the purple-clothed young man angrily, his eyes were like torches, burning his eyes, making people dare not look at him.

Although Gong Rui was unwilling to be an enemy of the swordsman, it did not mean that he was afraid of the swordsman, and the killing opportunities were instantaneous.

This Gong Rui was the one who stood with Hong Wei before, but he didn't know how to blend into the crowd and saved the heavenly boy at the last moment.