Pulling people is a technical job, especially in an immortal sect like the Hall of Eternal Life, there is not enough foundation and interests, and it is simply impossible to form a gang and form a faction.

Fortunately, the news of Fang Yan's sword defeat of Jiang Yun spread, bringing him some fame, making him have some fame among the outer disciples, plus Fang Shi, Lone Wolf, Li Chong, Wang Xiaoming and his sister Wang Mei'er joined, forming the prototype of a small group, and finally began to provoke some outer disciples to join.

In a few days, more than 20 outer disciples came to join the gang one after another, of which eighteen were disciples of Yuhengfeng, and the other two were female disciples of Yaoguangfeng, Lin Yun'er, who was an acquaintance of Fang Yan and others, and the other named Liang Qingqing was Wang Mei'er's little sister.

Because of the danger of the task, Fang Yan also had requirements for accepting people, and he resolutely refused to accept it if he did not have the cultivation of the True Qi Realm Fifth Heaven or above.

Fortunately, the matter of the **** bandits from the country has soon spread throughout the entire Hall of Eternal Life, so the people who rushed to join the group to participate in the task are all disciples who are quite confident in their own strength, and such disciples, cultivation is naturally not likely to be bad, and most of the people who come to join the gang are small masters above the True Qi Five Heavens, and even, there are several people who have reached the realm of the True Qi Nine Heavens.

Of course, in order to show their strength, after joining the group, everyone showed their strength very tacitly and fought for their right to speak in the team. After all, this is a world where the strong are respected, and if you want to gain the respect of others, strength is fundamental.

Fang Yan also inevitably made a few shots, fortunately, although his true qi cultivation had not yet broken through to the Sixth Heaven, he had achieved physical cultivation and strong combat power, and he had nothing to say about suppressing the group of outer disciples who came to join the gang.

For half a month, in addition to forming a task team, Fang Yan spent the rest of his time receiving the martial arts memories of the sword master from the other world in his mind.

The Demon Flow Sword Wind Trace, from a world called the Bitter Realm, is the peerless swordsman in the legend of the Demon World in that world, the pursuit of the ultimate in swordsmanship in his life, based on the sword, to create the "Wind Trace" and "Demon Flow Sword" two completely different swordsmanship, one is calm and happy, and the other is ruthless and crazy.

The sword is everything that the swordsman is, and the sword is on the exchange, and the sword is life and death. As a pinnacle swordsman, the most memorable memories of the Scar of the Wind are his rivals and friends.

"Thousands of hills are far away, roaring in the wind, and the opponent can be found to discuss the sword, and the high place is not cold. ”

"Baiyun world is a pillow, Xinglai lies down and drunk; ”

One is that he lives a rigorous life with clear goals, and in order to pursue the pinnacle of the sword, he is indifferent and arrogant.

One is leisurely and hearty, and the happiest thing in his life is to get drunk and lie down at will, and spend his days freely.

One person and one demon, two completely different races, one cold and one hot, with different positions, two individuals who are very different in their style and attitude, two seemingly parallel lives that never intersect, because of the sword, there is an intersection.

Remembering the autumn year looks like walking out of a scene of autumn colors, warm and kind, calm and comfortable. And the scars of the wind are snow-white and neat, just like a whirlwind in the canopy that is not restrained by any force, and it is alone and not bound at all.

The scar of the wind has a cold personality, life is always centered on the magic sword in his hand, remembering the autumn year as a kind person, casual and natural, but he is not alone in trouble, nor is he a cold bystander. It stands to reason that the right and the devil are at opposite ends of each other, but the friendship between the two is more and more cherished under the influence of the beacon fire, and those so-called sinister rivers and lakes have never existed between the two.

Qiankun Mausoleum, that was the battle that the Wind Trace was most reluctant to recall.

Lonely Peak, on that day, the real peak is like its name, the scenery is like its name, simply waiting for the retreat of the covenant, it turned out to be a bloody scene, and the best friend returned to the west.

The rivers and lakes are turbulent, the rivers and lakes are turbulent, there are thousands of karma, there are thousands of karma, no matter how many wishes there are, they will eventually be defeated by the fiddling of the waves of fate, no matter how much they are unwilling to resent, as if they are all condensed at the moment when the monster shouts in the sky, it is true, it is not that the hero does not shed tears, but it is not the time to be sad!

Yi Qiunian's death, to the wind scar who wanted to retire left a regret and responsibility that can no longer be completed, so heavy that he could not stay away from the rivers and lakes as he wished, a promise, an oath, not to find the murderer how to be a friend, not to return all the broken swords, how to comfort!

Slayer the nightmare, on the lonely peak, splashing blood red on the snow-white clothes are still eye-catching, with the sword tied to the hand, ignoring their own situation is extremely dangerous, until all the broken swords taken from the body of the memory of Qiu Nian are all returned to the enemy, after completing the promise of the day, the unyielding monster finally closed his eyes with all his strength and stood proudly on the lonely peak.

Yesterday the evening was full of sorrow, and the clouds and cliffs were raining and falling at night.

Who will drink with the west wind alone? The appointment date has not yet become autumn.

The sword is a symbol of death, and the devil is the embodiment of persistence! Since he is a demon, holding a sword in his hand and retiring to the rivers and lakes is nothing but a delusion after all.

The catastrophe of the common people, the sin of heaven in Shenzhou, the former demon, but at the invitation of the righteous path, joined forces with the Baishi Jinglun one-page book, known as the first master of the righteous path, to jointly fight against the legendary god of destruction and regeneration, the blow against the sky, nine deaths and one life, the demon flow is wild, the wind is unprovoked, in the moment of life and death, the crazy laughter of the devil, who can understand?

White-clothed and black-clothed, are the two disciples he was entrusted by his friends, and they are also the incense of his swordsmanship, and he will create his own "Demon Flow Sword" and "Wind Trace" two sets of swordsmanship, one is crazy and the other is cold, respectively, to the black-clothed sword and the white-clothed sword.

For the white-clothed sword, he has infinite expectations and trust, and for the black-clothed sword, he is more tolerant and caring, he loves and cares for them like a loving father, although the appearance is cold and severe, but he always guards their side, and survives the calamity together, even if he pays his life for this, even if he goes to sink for this

The devil is wanton in the wind, and the sword roars in the blood!

Demon Flow Sword, Wind Trace, two completely different sword paths, along with the sword intent Dao planted in his mind, gradually integrated into Fang Yan's body, perhaps, now is just the beginning, however, Fang Yan has absolute confidence, one day, he will completely surpass the Demon Flow Sword Wind Trace and set foot on a new peak.

"You're getting stronger again. Cold words, without the slightest emotion, and an eternal expression, were indifferent to the killing of death, accompanied by his footsteps, a blood-colored sword light, striking through the air.

The person who got out of his memories was an outstanding arrogant swordsman, and he was also the overlord who ruled the world, raised his hand slightly, and suddenly, a sword light appeared, whistling in the wind.

"Boom!"

The piercing and sharp sound, the bloody knife is sharp, the sword is like a wind, and the collision between them in the blink of an eye is the most thrilling battle of life and death, and it is also the most unspoken martial arts exchange between the two.

"You're here. Fang Yan turned around, and in an instant, the wind swirled, and the sword intent was extravagant, cutting through the chaotic qi waves, and pointing directly at the person in front of him: "Lone wolf, your sword skills are getting stronger and stronger." ”

The lone wolf stood not far away, looking at Fang Yan quietly, with a touch of undoubted determination between his words: "Now you make me feel very strange. ”

"Really?" Fang Yan said indifferently: "Whether it is a hot-blooded young man, a lonely swordsman, or an ambitious hero, I will always be me, not someone else." ”

"I don't understand these things, and I never think about them. The lone wolf said indifferently: "I came to look for you, just to tell you that it is time for us to leave." ”

"Huh?" With a deep groan, Fang Yan said with a smile: "You think the same as mine, so, before you come to me, I have already informed the others, early tomorrow morning, we will rent a blue-winged lark bird, leave the Hall of Eternal Life, go to the border of the country, and carry out the mission." ”

"Very well, tomorrow morning, I will come again. Without half a superfluous sentence, the moment the lone wolf's voice fell, the blood knife was already in its sheath, and the person turned to leave.

In the wind, Fang Yan was left alone, and he fell into deep memories, and he couldn't tell who was standing here at this moment?