Since the heyday of martial arts in the world, especially the way of the sword.

Therefore, with Qingshan sword cultivation as the mainstay, the sword immortals of all parties in the human race world assessed the sword nine for the sword moves of the past and present according to the level of sword intent.

In the long forest of sword qi, Jian Jiu is the nine sword peaks with the highest sword intent.

A hundred years ago, the world's sword armor Qingshan was in charge of the sect, and the sword frost that was cut out in the Stygian Sea north of Qingshan was the seventh peak of the sword path today.

When the blind swordsman Chen Jiansheng swung his sword and slashed out the sword seven, the Qingshan Sect Leader hundreds of years ago was like coming to the world.

Frostcold City trembled slightly.

I didn't have time to think about it, the three people who still had combat power left in the four main stars of the night, with the greedy wolf and the seven kills in front, and the Tianfu hands were sealed behind, and the three of them stood side by side in the shape of horns.

I want to catch the sword.

The snow-white sword qi was wrapped around Chen Jiansheng, and it roared in a radiant manner.

First, the red red lotus, the moment it touched the snow-white sword qi, it was naturally frozen for a moment, and then it froze into an ice lotus as a matter of course.

The ice lotus suddenly exploded in the rolling sword qi, and the sky was full of ice chips.

Then came the halberd.

The Seven Kills of the Night Main Star, among the other thirteen main stars except for Ziwei, it has always been called the most lethal.

This is also the reason why the blessing of Tianfu chose the Seven Kills from the beginning, rather than the greedy wolf.

The snow-white long sword shot out from a hundred zhang away, and it was only an instant, but the majestic sword qi wrapped on it was unimaginably thick.

The greedy wolf who came out with a red lotus first had already stood behind the Seven Kills, and it was also sealed like Tianfu.

As a result, the halberd, which was originally ink-colored, suddenly turned red, and stood still in the wind and snow.

Wait for the sword to come.

The cooperation of the three main stars of the night, the majestic qi machine above the euphorbia, seems to have broken free from some kind of restraint.

Like a lighthouse in the night, shattering the sky full of snow.

Then the sword was encountered.

The lighthouse suddenly dimmed.

The moment the halberd touched the snow-white long sword, the seven kills and the three finally saw the sound of Chen Jian holding the sword.

The Great Xia Sword Armor, which was already dying, had already exuded a dying twilight after making one move after another.

Because of the Dao injury, the realm of the high-spirited sword leader in the world is no longer there, but the sword qi is still there.

The halberd is two feet long, and the long sword is four feet, but at the moment when the halberd collides, the long sword pushes the halberd back and forth.

Starting from Chen Jiansheng's old body, more snow-white sword qi drilled out like a swimming fish, and surrounded the seven kills and three people in the wind and snow.

The sword intent is not stopped, and the sword energy is endless.

The wind and snow are getting colder and colder.

The halberd in the Seven Killers, I don't know when it started, the tip of the red halberd has turned snow-white.

That touch of snow white climbed along the halberd body towards the Seven Kills.

Snow in the sky and frost on the ground. The greedy wolf with his hands sealed frowned, and looked at his legs, which had gradually become numb, which had been invaded by frost and gradually snow-white.

The greedy wolf raised his head, looked at the world's sword armor who had been hidden in the Broken Alley for fifteen years, and then spoke.

"Sir, Nightfall is chasing the boy on the mountain. ”

When the greedy wolf's words fell, Chen Jiansheng's sword qi suddenly appeared to freeze for a moment.

......

To the north of Frost City, to the south of Qingshan, is a hill that is countless heads shorter than Qingshan.

Fang Chen called this mountain firewood mountain because this is the place where he began to cut firewood every day when he was seven years old.

After being sent to Chai Mountain by Chen Jiansheng, Fang Chen, who was much more mature than his peers, did not hesitate too much, but just ran towards the green mountain in the distance that did not see the top of the mountain according to Chen Jiansheng's instructions.

Even if there was a deafening roar behind him, Fang Chen didn't look back once, he had lived with Uncle Chen for fifteen years, and Fang Chen understood what Uncle Chen meant.

Running towards the green hills, there can be no pause.

It's just that Fang Chen, who has never been in contact with martial arts, obviously ignored one thing, no matter how fast he runs, will he fly fast?

Running north from the foothold, Fang Chen, who had good foot strength, had already run out of two miles.

The boy gasped for breath, and his next kick just stepped out, but he suddenly froze in mid-air.

Fang Chen's pupils shrank, and his right hand subconsciously pressed the firewood knife on his waist, looking at him with a heavy face.

There, a black-robed young man with a long sword on his back was holding grass with a playful expression.

"Introduce yourself, on a summer night, the trialist Liu Chen. ”

Retracting his left foot, Fang Chen exhaled heavily, the four words of the Great Summer Night were too heavy for a teenager, and the few occasional hearings in the Frost and Cold City all made Fang Chen's heart frightened.

"It's a pity, the order from above is to kill, not capture alive, otherwise I would be willing to play with you, the orphan of the Fang family, for a few more days." ”

Facing Fang Chen, who did not have the slightest fluctuation of martial arts qi up and down his body, the corners of Liu Chen's mouth moved slightly, and he did not draw his sword, but walked towards Fang Chen step by step.

For worldly people who have never set foot in cultivation, the powerful qi overflowing from the martial artist's body is undoubtedly a dagger that drills into the heart, and this dagger is even sharper under Liu Chen's deliberate swoop towards Fang Chen.

As Liu Chen approached Fang Chen step by step, the momentum of the mountain falling from the top became stronger and stronger. The young man who pressed the firewood knife in his right hand only felt a huge force squeezing towards him from all directions, and his body was squeezed by this huge force and sent a continuous heartache to the depths of his mind.

Five zhang in front of Fang Chen, Liu Chen, who was gradually increasing the qi and pouring out, seemed to have noticed the limit of the Mai boy, Liu Chen stopped, raised his hand, and gently pressed towards Fang Chen.

As a result, the inexplicable qi around Fang Chen's body gradually gathered on the top of Fang Chen's head and shoulder blades under the traction of Liu Chen, and then smashed down from top to bottom with his gestures.

This blow is to make Fang Chen kneel!

The squeezing force around his body disappeared, and the feeling of swelling and pain still came from the flesh and blood, Fang Chen gritted his teeth and trembled, there was no time to relax for a moment, the energy fell from the top of his head again, Fang Chen's legs bent, and he only felt dizzy.

The body trembled involuntarily, and the young man who held down the firewood knife suddenly roared, lowered his head and stubbornly pressed his legs, he was unwilling to kneel.

The huge force above his head gradually became mild from the violent smashing at the beginning, but this gentle squeeze made it even more difficult for Fang Chen to hold on.

Like a boiled frog in warm water, under the pressure of the strength on the top of his head, dozens of breaths passed, Fang Chen's legs shook more and more, and his face, which was originally a little dark due to the wind and sun, was extremely red because of the boiling blood.

"Interesting. ”

Putting down his arm, Liu Chen took a few steps forward again, just staying three feet away in front of Fang Chen, and glanced at Fang Chen's red eyes, Liu Chen slapped his palm casually, slapped Fang Chen back a few steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"According to the habit of the night, I should have finished you with the most ruthless and effective means, but your surname is Fang, and my surname is Liu, which dooms you not to die too easily today. ”

Another kick repelled Fang Chen, Liu Chen playfully looked at Fang Chen who was struggling to get up from the ground, a little unclear disgust flashed in his eyes, and then slowly continued to walk towards Fang Chen.

The chest and waist were hit by Liu Chen's palm and kick, Fang Chen only felt that there were strands of blood gushing out of his throat, he climbed up from the ground and endured the pain, raised his head and showed a cruel smile towards Liu Chen, Fang Chen turned around and continued to run towards the depths of Chai Mountain.

"Can you escape?"

Seeing that Fang Chen turned around and fled, in the dense forest of Chai Mountain, the smile on Liu Chen's face gradually turned into sarcasm, and he lowered his head and muttered for a moment, but he slowly took a step and chased after Fang Chen.

As a trialist of the Great Summer Night, Liu Chen's martial arts cultivation is naturally the best among the younger generation, even if Fang Chen runs with all his might, but in the eyes of Liu Chen, who has been in the martial arts for a long time, this speed is still too slow.

The toes touched lightly on the muddy ground in the forest, and Lin Chen's every step was a few feet away, but it seemed to be like a cat teasing a mouse, but Lin Chen slowed down and hung tightly three feet behind Fang Chen.

Three zhang away, it happened to be the distance where Lin Chen, the night cultivator, liked to whistle out his sword qi.

From time to time, there was a sword aura behind him, and Fang Chen, who was running hard, had no time to resist it, and he had no ability to resist it.

The sword qi cut through the Mai, but it dispersed as soon as it was touched, leaving only a hole on Fang Chen's body that continued to leach with blood.

If it's too late.

Towards the depths of the dense forest, but half a pillar of incense ran for a while, the whole linen clothes had been soaked in blood Fang Chen, stopped in place, the first time to reach the end of the Chai Mountain dense forest, here is actually a mountain cliff, under the cliff is a misty abyss.

At the foot of the green mountain, knock on the sword cliff.

Lin Chen, who was hanging tightly behind Fang Chen, did not stop, as if he knew that the mouse had no way to escape, and the murderous cat had no interest in playing.

The long sword in his hand was already behind him, using the Six Realms cultivation as a way to kill a mortal, Lin Chen didn't want the long sword to be contaminated with the blood that made him hateful.

A flash appeared in front of Fang Chen, Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, but he looked at Fang Chen who had already turned to meet him with some curiosity.

At this point, is there no will to die?

Carrying his hands behind his back, he approached step by step, until the distance between the two was only an inch, because too much blood had soaked out, and the young man, whose face was already as pale as paper, finally took a step forward and handed over his fist.

The red light in his eyes suddenly appeared, and Liu Chen, who smelled Fang Chen's desire to survive, seemed to see the prey that made people happy, and subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, and then shook his body slightly, and dodged Fang Chen's first punch.

This was followed by a second punch, the first kick......

The wood-chopping boy from Broken Alley seemed to have used all his strength at this moment, and his fists and feet were undisciplined towards the black-robed figure in front of him.

But none of the punches or kicks touched Liu Chen.

"This is the sorrow of the weak, the waste of the Fang family, it's over. ”

No less than a hundred punches were thrown, until the Mai boy exhausted all his strength because of his punches and kicks, Liu Chen casually stretched out his hand, pinched Fang Chen's left wrist with a fist, and mocked condescendingly with a look at the ants.

The sword wound on his body was still leaching blood, Liu Chen's words fell, and the last trace of flame in Fang Chen's heart, who was struggling to no avail, seemed to have finally been extinguished, and the young man in Mai slowly lowered his head, his eyes dimmed.

In front of Fang Chen, Liu Chen's eyes, who were pinching his arm, were becoming more and more prosperous, and in the eyes of the murderous night cultivators, there was nothing more moving than watching a person's will to survive gradually die.

One step forward from knocking on the sword cliff, Fang Chen's breath gradually weakened, but the smile on the corner of Liu Chen's mouth, who was looking at the young man in sackcloth tightly, became more and more intense, and even his breathing gradually became short.

But at the moment when Fang Chen's lowered eyelids were about to close, the young man who had been chopping firewood in the alley for several years, and his right hand, which he had placed on his waist at some point, finally grasped the handle of the firewood knife.

A familiar feeling came to his heart, and without hesitation, Fang Chen drew a knife from his waist, like a firewood mountain splitting wood, and took out the knife towards Liu Chen's neck stretched out because of observing himself.