"A gentleman's words, the horse is difficult to chase, how can the old man be a person who speaks lightly."

The old man took out a sand hole spar from his sleeve and raised it to the three strong men, and at the same time confidently fell his gaze on Qi Longhai's body, squeezed his right eye mischievously, and then held the sword in his left hand, and stepped out of the door.

The three strong men tacitly glanced at each other, they had been casting swords for 20 years and had never been abandoned, but today they heard such absurd wild words, and they were really unconvinced. The three of them looked at the other three strong men who were sleeping soundly, shook their physical and mental exhaustion unwillingly, smashed their arms and grabbed the door and followed out, and said unconvinced: "I want to see and understand."

Qi Longhai couldn't hold back the desire in his heart for a long time, and dragged Qi Longsong and rushed out.

The night was deep, the moon was bright and starry, and the thin clouds were like silk. The rumbling waterfall falls one after another, the sound is thick and warm, the splash of water, misty on the face, as fine as silk, there is an indescribable cool comfort, the inner heat and restlessness are obedient.

The flowing water is endless, flowing eastward, flowing all the way and singing all the way, and the rumbling sound correspondingly interesting.

The old man stood still by the river, looking at the river in front of the door reflected by the firelight, beautiful and clear, and couldn't help but raise his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and indulged in all his thoughts.

The wind rose, slightly, but it was enough to stir up the old man's gray and white hair, and it was enough to change the old man's mind intoxicated by the glowing river.

Qi Longhai waited eagerly, staring intently, and Qi Longsong was indifferent with a hint of curiosity.

And the three strong men, one point is angry, two points is expectant, three points is doubtful, and four points are not convinced.

A point of anger: After 20 years of excellence, some people put this wild talk in front of their faces, clearly not looking at us;

Two points of expectation: I really hope that someone has such a level, we must study hard, in that way, we can make a lot of money;

Three points of doubt: if there is such a ability, how can we not know;

Four points are not convinced: Come on, get one, give my brother a few looks.

"Ah" roared, like earth-shattering thunder, suddenly remembered, resounded above everyone's heads, and the sound of the rumbling waterfall was silenced.

The three strong men were shocked by this casual and incredible shout, and they almost couldn't stand on their feet in an instant, and their eyes wandered away in amazement, and they didn't know what to do. Qi Longsong clasped his hands on his ears, shrunk back and retreated, and retreated to the side of the gate against the wall, and found the three strong men sleeping lying in front of the door in ignorance and panic, staring at the blank eyes for unknown reasons, searching for the shouts that disturbed their dreams. And Qi Longhai, his eyes were clear and shining, excited, crossed his arms in front of his chest, strode and stood, heroic and violent, looking forward to it.

I saw that the old man's green muscles skyrocketed, and the breath of his inner breath swelled immediately, and his clothes were fiercely displayed. And the pale black sword was already spinning rapidly in his left hand, and the sound of the dragon's groan faintly rose.

The faster the sword wants to turn, the clearer the sound of the "buzzing" sword roar.

"Ah", another cry, like a huge wave on the sea, wave after wave, the roar was lit up again, and the sound of the sword buzzed and groaned.

The old man's eyes were certain, and in his hands, the sand hole spar was impressively revealed.

With a "bang", the sand hole spar suddenly slashed through the sword body.

I saw that a dense and clear spark was born from the contact point between the sand hole spar and the sword, growing and extending in the direction where the sand hole spar crossed, rushing out and rising into the air. The sparks are dense, shaped like a fire snake, arching upward, as if the fireworks are ignited and lifted into the sky, and the moment they bloom, the little sparks are densely arranged into a rainbow shape. The rainbow-like Mars grows two feet high, then dims, scatters and falls, and finally dies down.

With a bang, the sand hole spar slashed through the sword body again, and another dense and clear spark, like a fire snake, rose in the air, like a rainbow, hanging in the air, brighter than the stars, and then disintegrated in an instant, returning to silence.

"Ah" The roar rose again, as if nine heavens were about to come, and the six strong men were stunned and dumbfounded at this time. staring at the old man in disbelief, he saw the old man holding the sand hole spar in his right hand, flying back and forth on the rapidly rotating sword, and the phantoms were staggered. The strong man pulling the bellows couldn't help but sit down: "Five hands, five hands".

A strong man in charge of forging and hammering the fencing took a few steps back, tremblingly put his right hand on the shoulder of the strong man who pulled the bellows, comforted himself and comforted the strong man who pulled the bellows, and said: "It's one hand, one hand, but it's too fast, it's too fast, so fast that there is a phantom, so it looks like five hands."

At that time, the stars were dotted, clear and dense, shaped like a fire snake-like spark, going forward and one after another, taking off in order, and the momentum was magnificent, comparable to the huge waves of the sea, wave after wave, wave after wave. Flying to the highest point, it is like a red and bright rainbow, more like a densely arranged star practice. The star practice dimmed in an instant, and before it had time to disintegrate, another bend of the star practice, coming out of the sword body, slowly spreading and rushing into the sky, taking over the dim light practice just now, it was dim in an instant, and another light practice coincided and lit up. A ray of light rose, then dimmed and disintegrated, and a light appeared, as if a curtain of fire was woven in the sky.

The strong man pulling the bellows was even more surprised, pointing to the old man and saying, "Six hands, seven hands, eight."

I saw that in the sky, the star-like, dense like a light Mars, at this moment, it is even more densely intertwined, looking around, you can no longer see the gap between Mars and Mars. It has truly become a red and dense red light practice. Light practice and light practice are intertwined, light and dark are connected, mottled and craggy, as if the fire slurry is flowing up the mottled stone out of thin air, which is beautiful and abnormal.

Qi Longhai's arms crossed in front of his chest stretched out, his slightly raised head opened his mouth wide and couldn't close, and his clear and clear eyes were slightly dull at this time, but they were thick with the incredulity of a dream and the admiration of worship.

Qi Longsong put down the hand covering his ears, and the shocking scene in front of him Qi Longsong forgot all his grievances, and reveled in the indescribable scene with joy.

The six strong men were already stunned.

The shadow of the moon sinks in the west, and the east is white.

"Ah", the old man's last roar exploded instantly, and in an instant, there was a bang, and the stone was shattered. Everyone followed the reputation, only to see the slightly reddish sword nailed to the boulder of the waterfall, with a sizzling sound and a slight vapor.

"So fast, so fast, so powerful, so sharp. The pale black sword was still red, and I didn't even see how the sword flew towards the rock, let alone that it could break through the rock." Qi Longhai looked at the sword that broke into the stone and was slightly stunned for a moment, and then moved his gaze to the old man.

The east was slightly red, the air was crisp and exciting, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was filled with a kind of joy that he had accomplished. It's just that the right hand holding the sand hole spar drooped down, and the sand hole spar rolled off and fell into the weeds. Blood, drop by drop, fell from the old man's right hand.

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