Old Man Fan raised his hand and waved, and the three flying swords that were originally standing quietly accompanied by him quickly stabbed out with three shallow tail comets, red, white and blue, and rushed towards the enemy.

The man in gray raised the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was horizontal, preventing the three flying swords that were coming from him.

One red and one blue, the shiny long tail comet dragged by the flying sword, like a web condensed by spider silk, tightly entangled the man in gray.

The gray-clothed man crossed his sword in front of him, blocking the red sword that struck, and then his hand flew to his side, blocking the blue sword that stabbed at his waist, and he was dazzled for a while.

The white sword flew to the gray-clothed man's head, about to stab down.

"Don't come and help me!" The man in gray began to feel struggling, and he shouted.

The tall, thin man smiled and said, "I thought you could do it alone." ”

Then, the ruffian man jumped up in one step, clenched his fist wrapped in lilac aura, and smashed his fist into the falling white sword.

When the fist touched the Cloud Breaker Sword, the blade was squeezed and bent into an arc.

The ruffian man suddenly lifted his strength again, and the white sword was immediately bounced away by a powerful spiritual force.

The Decisive Cloud Sword swirled in the air a few times before it slowly stopped.

The aura of the peak of the lower step of the Heavenly Realm slowly dissipated, and the ruffian man fell to the ground to collect his strength, patted the corner of his clothes with one hand, and smiled.

Fan Duo, who had been standing aside and watching the play for a long time, took a sip of wine and said lightly: "Oh? Another Heavenly Realm Lower Order? But I'm afraid you don't know, I've just reached the middle level of the Heavenly Realm! ”

Fan Duowen recalled the red and blue swords, and the two swords floated around and returned, floating lightly in the air with the white sword, three feet from top to bottom of the ice, breaking the clouds, and the three swords of the red blade were juxtaposed beside him.

The ruffian man's face wrinkled slightly, and he was a little unwilling: "What about the middle level of the Heavenly Realm?" In the eyes of the Shangguan family, I'm afraid it's not a fart! ”

Fan Duowen slowly raised his old and thin hand, took off the ice beside him, and said with a smile:

"Then I'll play with you!"

Fan Duowen held the ice blue sword, and his body burst out at that moment.

At the same time, the red and white flying swords attacked the man in gray again.

Gray Yi has been entangled in two flying swords, and as long as the ruffian man is solved, Gray Yi will just be reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered, and the defeat of the Shangguan family is inevitable, and then Fan Duowen plans to persuade Zhao Zhiyuan to join forces against the Shangguan family, maybe there is a turnaround, he still has many friends in the rivers and lakes, he doesn't believe that this force can not be condensed against the Shangguan family.

The ruffian man suddenly lifted his strength, and a dark purple to gray aura fluctuation was condensed on his palm again, and he said, "Take your head, and I will be able to enter the Shangguan family smoothly!" ”

The palm slammed into Fan Duowen's chest, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his side howled in a gust of wind.

Fan Duowen stabbed out three feet of ice in his hand, and in an instant, several ice-blue sword rays broke through the air, pointing at the ruffian man's body.

Old man Fan has gone through ups and downs over the years, he put the sword in the sword box, only to meet the enemy with swordsmanship, and over the years he has also achieved the name of 'drunken maniac', the sword is as fast and brave as when he was drunk.

The ruffian man raised his gray purple palm and hurriedly scattered the ice blue sword rays, but the sword rays were getting faster and faster, and he was in a hurry, and he couldn't parry.

His pupils shrank, and he found that Fan Duowen's fast sword had penetrated three feet in front of him.

Bing Sanqi stabbed straight into the ruffian man's chest, the ruffian man clenched his teeth, he held up his hands and grabbed Fan Duowen's sword.

The ruffian man's staggering figure retreated a few steps with the sword's momentum, and finally stopped.

Fan Duowen no longer handed the sword forward, he put away the sword and looked at the ruffian in front of him.

The dark purple gray hand clenched the ice blue sword blade, and a cloud of turbid qi emanated from it, and it was difficult to know whether the ice and snow were dissipated, or the spiritual energy in the hand was annihilated.

"The Shangguan family still has such evil arts! But I'm going to see how long you can last. ”

Fan Duowen violently raised his aura, and the powerful Heavenly Realm mid-level aura spread, and the famous sword in his hand, Bing Sanchi, shone brightly in an instant, and immediately, a cold aura forced towards the ruffian man.

The ruffian man was shocked, people with higher realms have more spiritual power in their bodies, in comparison, he is definitely not as good as Fan Duowen in terms of attrition and dissipation, and if it is consumed like this, it will be a failure.

He wanted to let go of the hand that grabbed the sword, but the sword seemed to be stuck to his hand, and he couldn't shake it off.

That blue ice qi wrapped around his fist, and before he could react, it froze into ice with lightning speed!

"Look, look, that's it, want my head? didn't work out, and gave away his good head. ”

Fan Duowen showed a sarcastic look on his face, sneered, and took a sip of wine unhurriedly!

He's got a lot of energy!

"Brother Li! Help me! The ruffian man shouted with a look of urgency.

The gray-clothed man surnamed Li waved his sword, and the superior skill of the above official family violently increased his spiritual power, and the spiritual power around his body was instantly rich, shaking away the red and white swords with one blow.

Breaking away from the entanglement of the red and white swords, the man in gray picked up his sword and ran wildly towards Fan Duowen.

The ruffian man's face was happy, he didn't expect Fan Duowen's flying sword to be so difficult, but as long as he joined forces with Brother Li, they would at least be invincible.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fan Duowen narrowed his eyes and moved his calloused fingers.

The red and white swords that were shocked back in the air quickly chased after them, stabbing the gray man in the back.

The man in gray glanced back and scolded, "Damn! ”

A shocking scene has appeared!

The man in gray suddenly turned his body and rushed towards the two flying swords!

A red sword flew close to his arm, and another white sword stabbed into his eyebrows, and he twisted his head stiffly, dodging in an embarrassed and exaggerated posture.

Then the man in gray rushed away without looking back.

The swift escape was staggering.

"Damn bastard!" The ruffian man scolded.

Old man Fan was a little surprised, and he took a sip of wine to suppress the shock.

Then he looked back at the ruffian-like man and smiled.

Old man Fan smiled, the old face wrinkled even more, and the old mouth grinned slightly, revealing the row of burnt front teeth, which made people look creepy!

The ruffian man was shocked and shouted, "Don't come here! ”

"Okay, I'm not going over."

Fan Duowen let go of the ice three feet, and the ice-blue blade was still frozen in the ruffian man's hand, and that scene was very funny.

The ruffian man was overjoyed when he saw this, and after a while, he would perform the superior exercises that he was proud of, leaving the old man Fan with a confused face, and he fled thousands of miles away, besides, how could his own body be comparable to that embarrassed gray-clothed man?

However, before he could laugh enough, the two flying swords, one white and one red, passed directly through his body.

The 'whoosh' sword shuttled back and forth on him again, repeatedly, and even brought out a series of flying blood sprays.

Before the ruffian man died, he looked directly at Fan Duowen, who looked like a demon.

It's unbelievable! A person on the verge of desperation grasps the last straw, and that straw becomes the person's only hope for survival, but if that straw is a false bait from the beginning, then the coming truth will extinguish the hope even more completely.

Old man Fan spread his hands, and he seemed to be smiling, showing that he had nothing to do with me.

The ruffian fell to the ground heavily, he had thought he would be able to escape.

Fan Duo took a sip of wine, he never felt that he was a good person, maybe Hua Wanfei would think that he was a good person.

It's just that people who live in the rivers and lakes, who hasn't had blood on their hands?

It is very likely that there has never been a good person in the rivers and lakes!

"Master."

A majestic voice came from behind.

Fan Duowen turned around and looked at the figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Big mountain?"

At the end of Taiping Alley, a dull bare-chested man stood alone in the cold alleyway, and the moonlight shone obliquely, dragging out a long and narrow shadow.

Zhang Dashan was holding a heavy sword in his hand, the sword shape was simple and simple, and there was no superfluous decoration.

I'm afraid only Fan Duowen knows the weight of that big sword.

However, the bare-chested man lifted the heavy sword with one hand, which showed how amazing his arm strength was.

"Master, I'm sorry!" When the bare-chested tough guy saw Old Man Fan, he was also in a sense of loss, he didn't expect that there would be such a day when he would meet the master who taught him martial arts.

Perhaps, he will be infamous as a murderer in the future, but his numb heart doesn't care anymore.

He is a knife of the Shangguan family, it is the same to kill anyone, everything doesn't matter.

"The Shangguan family sent you, right?"

Fan Duo took a sip of the wine, and the liquor swallowed into his throat, moistening his increasingly dry throat.

The dull tough guy nodded slightly.

Old man Fan rarely saw a trace of anger, and he scolded: "Stupid boy! How many years have it been! You're still working for them! ”

"But the hill is still in their hands!" The tough guy replied in a hoarse voice, he wanted to keep his voice as low as possible, but his voice was still so loud invisibly, and even mixed with a trace of grievance.

Old Man Fan sighed and said earnestly, "Dashan, do you know all those heinous crimes you have done for the Shangguan family over the years? Do you know how many decent people have died at your hands? The number of people I secretly know is no less than dozens. ”

The tone was faint, as if Old Man Fan was helpless about it.

But this person is his apprentice after all, how can he not care?

"Some of the people I kill are bad people, some are good people; As long as I can get my brother out, even if I die immediately, then I don't care! ”

Zhang Dashan stared down at the big sword in his hand, which was taught to him by Fan Duowen.

"It's been several years, and it's not like you haven't seen the faces of those people in the Shangguan family clearly, and they're despicable and shameless."

Zhang Dashan raised his head, his eyes showed a trace of exhaustion, and he said, "Then at least it can ensure that Xiaoshan will not die." ”

Under the cold moonlight, the two were speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out, "What a pair of master and apprentice!" ”

The man in gray clapped his hands and walked out slowly, he went and returned, and his tone of voice became very hard.

At this moment, a swordsman was standing behind him.

Seeing the person who came, Old Man Fan looked angry, "Shangguan Xiuyuan!" You're really here! ”

Many years ago, it was Shangguan Xiuyuan who took the lead in destroying Fan Duowen's sect in Zijing, the heavenly capital, and his fate can be said to be all due to this person.

"Zhang Dashan, let's do it."

The swordsman held the sword and gave the order.

His tone was very flat, there was no bitterness between the enemies, and there was no cynicism of the victors towards the losers.

The bare-chested tough guy lifted the big sword with an expressionless face, and came slowly step by step, every step he took was very steady, like the big sword in his hand.

"Master, I'm sorry."

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