With a loud laugh, without any more words, Qiao Fellwood strode out and slashed away at Qianyi with an axe!

The axe was raised high and fell heavily.

Unpretentious, like an ordinary woodcutter chopping wood.

However, Qian Yi took three steps back, and a strand of black hair was still cut off.

Qiao Fellwood laughed with an axe: "How about this axe, old man?"

Qiao Felling stayed in Guanhai for 800 years, but lived in the memory of the first 50 years, recalling every day the logging on the green hills, the axe at the Bixi, and the osmanthus falling in front of the court. As a result, eight hundred years ago remembered a few axes.

The first axe is "woodcutter logging"!

In the plain axe, the woodcutter is infused with the axe that the woodcutter concentrates on when he is logging, and in that axe, there are mountains, water, flowers, trees, the wind of the four seasons, the cicadas in the middle of summer, and the geese in the autumn twilight...... Because it contains too much, it is complicated, and because it is complex, it is simple.

An axe is not fast at all, at least compared to the many tests that Qianyi has endured before, it is very slow, but it is difficult to dodge, because it walks in the mountains and rivers, so the mountains and rivers and trees come to meet it, and it is difficult to dodge.

This axe is not the light of the axe, but the intention of the woodcutter.

Qian Yi is not a woodcutter, and he doesn't understand those mountains and rivers, but he still dodges it, although his hair has been cut off a bit.

"Young man, you are strong. ”

Qiao Famu said, he still smiled, as if the axe had not made a difference, and he was not surprised.

"Then pick me up again!"

The axe was raised again, but this time he was no longer like before, with the honesty of some woodcutters, this axe, opened and closed, as if from the sky to the earth, a hundred zhang long cold light was born from the axe blade, across the world, like an arrow chasing the rapid slash!

The towering point general rooftop seemed to be unable to withstand this fierce axe, trembling under the light of the brilliant axe!

This axe has a resounding name - Broken Mountains and Rivers!

In the face of this domineering axe, Qian Yi only made a simple move, it seems that since he came to the capital, in the face of all the enemies, he has made such a simple move-

Draw your sword, slash!

Boom!

The golden light rose from the sky, and a three-zhang long knife light seemed to look eastward like a golden crow, stepping on the sun!

Sanzhang to Baizhang, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a mantis arm as a car, and the ants bite the elephant, but when the two collide, the knife light was not crushed to death by the elephant like the ants, but sent out a sharp golden iron clang, the knife light and axe, staggered, and suddenly turned into a little light rain, fluttering down.

Qiao Timber's amazing axe was dissolved by Qian Yi's understatement in this way.

Qiao Fellmu showed a different color this time, and then laughed again, he had been depressed in his heart for eight hundred years and now vomited, he should have been drunk for three days, but now there is no wine, so he takes war as a drink, and is willing to die in battle!

"You're really good!

Wow!

The axe cut through the air, but in an instant, it was like a honeycomb smashed open, shooting vertically and horizontally, staggered with strength, not to mention an axe in the blink of an eye, there were three hundred axes!

Qiao Fellwood, this old thing, deceived people, fortunately, Qian Yi was not stupid, and he didn't believe it, he looked at the axe light that was flying like a random flower, and his face was calm.

The woodcutter did not cut the wood in this way, unless the logger was going to carry a pile of wood residue back.

So, this axe is actually chopping for fifty years.

How much has been cut in fifty years, how much is the axe, Qiao Felling is probably not remembering, this axe is chopping, he has no intention of stopping, if a thousand will not come out of the knife.

Chiya came out with a knife, so he stopped.

It's still the same as before.

Draw your sword and slash it.

and beheaded fifty years.

Chi also doesn't understand woodcutters, doesn't know about logging, and doesn't understand years, but he knows his own knife, and that's enough.

Thousands of axes were broken by a knife, Qiao Felling took a few steps back, his thin body fell on the point platform, and almost fell, relying on the axe to stand up, Qiao Fellwood raised his hand, and the axe that had accompanied him for eight hundred years was covered with knife marks.

The old man looked at the axe, coughed twice, wiped it lightly with his hand, his eyes were calm like deep mountains and pools, and he smiled lightly: "It's just right." ”

After saying that, he struck again, with an axe-

The mountains and trees are dry!

This time it is not the woodcutter's intention, not the momentum of the broken mountains and rivers, nor the year of thousands of cuts, but the sorrow of the woodcutter and the tree.

The woodcutter is also one of the people who know the most about trees in this world.

They made a living from logging and supported their families, and they cherished the trees on this mountain, and every tree remembered the mountain they frequented, just as they could identify their own children among many children, and remembered every branch and every place where they stood.

They thank the tree for keeping them alive and hope that the tree will go down with them.

The withering of the mountain is the end of the life of the tree, the sorrow of the tree, and the sorrow of the woodcutter.

Sadness and bitterness, bitterness and dryness, withering and lingering, is famine!

An axe came, and Qianya looked at his feet.

The masonry under their feet is undergoing incredible changes, as if someone has stolen their years, the originally tight and hard masonry has become loose and fragile when the axe light has been split, and it seems that if the wind blows harder, they will be lost in heaven and earth.

The axe light approached in an instant, and soon reached Qianyi's side, Qianyi's shoes began to wither, and a few fluttering black hairs turned into wind and sand.

But Qianyi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a little girl stood up stubbornly, and the figure standing tremblingly under the life-threatening palm appeared in front of his eyes.

It was like a bright green grass that grew out of the desert after being washed by a night of spring rain, faint, but vibrant, full of unyielding to life.

So he drew his sword again and slashed it.

The golden light and the axe light collided, but it was the sound of spring rain.

Deep in the mountains, a withered tree fell to the earth and fell into a deep sleep. It rained in the spring, and the next day a few small fungus on the trunk poked their heads out, a few tired birds rested on it, the homeless grass slept by the dead tree, and a few nests of ants moved......

Wow!

The golden light dissipated, and Qiao Fellwood took a few steps back, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Qianyi looked at the old man, then looked down at his bare toes, and he walked towards the latter with a knife: "You chopped me four axes, and I gave you one back." ”

Qianyi drew his sword for the fourth time and cut half a moon!

It's still a casual chop.

Qiao Fellmu stood tall and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Young man, why are you in a hurry, the old man still has an axe that has not been cast!"

As he spoke, the axe slashed away at Qianyi's sword light!

Crash!

The axe hit the knife light, like a gust of autumn wind swept on the osmanthus tree, the tree shook, the flowers fell, and the axe shattered.

Scattered in the wind like osmanthus flowers.

The last blow of Qiao Timber was to send him to death.

He was a human being 800 years ago, he had always wanted to be a human being for 800 years, and 800 years later, he died as a human being.

In the past eight hundred years, for the sake of his children, for the sake of the human race in Yimengjiang City to live a stable life, he volunteered to become a demon, in order to survive in the demon clan and gain status, he also killed people and drank human blood, which was no different from ordinary blood-devouring demons. Eight hundred years is too long, and he almost forgets many things that he doesn't want to forget.

But there's one thing he can't forget, and that's why he's here.

Prevent the demon from leaving the sea view, prevent the demon lord from ascending to the rooftop, stop the demon lord from pouring the sea of blood! He tried his best to stop it, if he didn't do it, then he would die.

Eight hundred years of cultivation, in these lonely and long years, the axe that has been with him has finally broken now. Like osmanthus shaking down in the air. Vaguely, Qiao Fellmu seemed to see that his son and daughter wanted to eat osmanthus cakes, and they shook the osmanthus tree vigorously, and his wife stood aside with a shallow smile on her face......

A qiē is too far away.

Now the children have long been ancient, and the osmanthus tree in front of the court-

Eight hundred, years unknown.