Early the next morning.

Hua Feng lifted the three of them out of the city and went to Qishan, twenty miles to the west. Along the way, Hua Fengju didn't mention the fact that the boy secretly left the inn last night, just like Yan Sixteen himself said, "A child is a child", how can a child be homesick.

After walking for about half an hour, Hua Fengju said lightly: "The one in the alley yesterday followed us. ”

That mud kid from yesterday? Yan Sixteen turned his head and smiled at a tree not far behind him, but didn't say anything.

"Keep going, you'll be there."

Snowflakes drifted in the sky, the snow in the distant mountains and pine forests had not yet faded, and the rolling dragon river across Qin and Huaerzhou was still frozen for thousands of miles. Heaven and earth are full of depression.

Hua Fengju and Yan Sixteen could already see the outline of the Rolling Dragon River, and Yan Longyu, the child in the bamboo basket behind the young man, had already slept dimly and unconscious after eating and drinking.

Rolling the Dragon River, if you want to go to Qishan, cross this river first.

It's just that the more the two of them walked, the more they could see the several figures that had been waiting by the river for a long time.

"Finally, we met." Hua Fengju slowly stopped, standing in place with her hands folded, her body slender and arrogant.

Yan Sixteen put down the bamboo basket, held the hilt of the sword, and followed.

Hua Feng raised her head and said proudly: "The one in front!" Needless to say, hurry up and report your name, Lao Tzu will send you to the west! ”

The white-haired old man in front of him stroked his long beard and smiled disdainfully, stepped forward, and said with a full temperament: "Young man has such a big breath." Huang retreated from the Gun Sect and blocked the river here. ”

Two more middle-aged men with guns who looked seven points similar stepped forward one after another and reported their names:

"Crying Cormorant Yellow Sniper."

"Crying cormorant yellow rhino!"

Crying Cormorant Pass, a sect created by Xue Huai, the ancestor of the gun in the former dynasty, has the same sound as the word "skull". Most of the people of the sect are the gunmen in the 36 ways of martial arts, and the five hundred years of the establishment of the school are full of talents and marksmanship, and there is an endless stream of marksmanship, and there is a good reputation of "the world's gun sect, out of the cry", and the Yushan Sword Market in that Jianzhou is called "South Sword and North Gun", there are Xue, Yang, Huang, Qi four surnames in the pass, and there are nearly 1,000 gunmen.

Hua Fengju snorted coldly and said, "Oh, it turns out that the Crying Cormorant Guan Gunman has also become someone else's eagle dog, joke!" How? Accustomed to guns, want to try to be used as a gun? ”

The old gun sect surnamed Huang was not annoyed and angry at the young man who was speaking wildly in front of him, he said calmly: "I know that you are from Yanbei Qi Sword Tower, and I specially brought one of your old people today. ”

As he spoke, a sloppy hunchbacked middle-aged man slowly walked out behind everyone, if it weren't for the man holding a simple iron sword in his arms, he would have been regarded as a cropper man long ago, and he was still a very sloppy one.

Hua Fengju was first startled when he saw that wretched face, and then turned into a shameful laugh, he said angrily: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that Uncle Wang, who has no desires and no desires, will also take his life for others." What treasures does this master have? ”

The farmer on the opposite side glanced at his former fellow disciple and nephew, but didn't say anything.

Cannibalism.

The white-haired old man laughed out loud and sneered: "What Xishu Fengjue, it's just a reputation mixed up with the dead Yan Linxiao, do you really think you're a character?" Young people, don't know how to converge! Beware of dying too quickly! ”

The Cry Guan Spearman named Huang Sniper added with a smile: "He is not your little Uncle Wang of Qi Jianlou now, but Wang Cuiping of the Xiaoyao Sect, Wang Da Keqing." ”

Hearing the words "Xiaoyao Sect", Hua Fengju frowned disdainfully.

The farmer remained silent.

Hua Fengju ignored the old man's ridicule, but turned around and tilted his head slightly, and said loudly: "Come out!" You've been following us all the way, and since you're not here to kill us, come out and help. ”

Yan Sixteen thought that Hua Fengju was talking about the mud boy who had been following them yesterday, and was wondering what a child could do to help, but he didn't know where behind them suddenly walked out of a strong man with a big knife on his back and stood beside Hua Fengju.

"The northern swordsman Zhang Gong, I can't see that I can't bully more and less, so I will come to fight."

The confused young man Yan Sixteen squinted and glanced at the person who came, that person's arm was thicker than his thigh, Yan Sixteen was completely stunned: This person is so sloppy? No, directly!

Hua Feng squinted at this unknown swordsman and smiled, and said meaningfully: "I don't know Zhang Gong, but I know that there is a 'first swordsman' in Yanbei, his name is Zhang Xuan!" ”

The sturdy swordsman grinned roughly, smiling without saying a word.

After speaking, Hua Fengju casually untied the long package on his back, took out an azure long sword from it, and didn't talk nonsense, he rushed straight forward, without hesitation, just one person and one sword, "This sword is famous, who can take it!" ”

"Today, let your old dog know how my Xishu Fengjue is as good as his name! How about a lot of people? And what about the master of marksmanship! ”

Legend has it that 800 years ago, there was a figure who was closest to God in the temples of the rivers and lakes, and he made the whole world sigh to this day, and the story of his circulation is the dream of the people who hold the sword in the world.

He is a chivalrous man, and there is a legend that he has carried tens of thousands of swords to kill all the demons in the world, and there are no demons in the world from now on; He is the king of a country, with a sword to cut down four countries, swallowing mountains and rivers; The army he led destroyed the city and was invincible.

When everyone thought that he could rule the world, the sword god with outstanding style was at war between the two countries, for a woman, he left a country and disappeared between the mountains and rivers, the world and the world, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The world calls him the Sword Emperor of the Ages, this Sword Emperor has studied what he has learned all his life, and set rules for future generations of martial arts practitioners, dividing martial arts practice into four stages, nine realms, engraved on Dongyue:

When he first entered martial arts, he called himself a martial artist, learned to learn, broke his intestines, built a foundation, and turned into one

After returning from travel, he likes to be called a chivalrous guest, quenching his body, breathing, and resounding about the injustice of the world

and then involved in martial arts, he can be described as a grandmaster, concentrating, resisting qi, and being alone

Self-realization is comparable to immortals, the law and the earth, like the sky, and the road of accommodation

The nine realms come from this: the first realm of knowledge and practice, the second realm of breaking the intestines, the third realm of building the foundation, the four realms of quenching the body, the five realms of breathing, the six realms of concentrating, the seven realms of imperial qi, the eight realms of law and earth, and the nine realms of the sky.

Later generations of martial artists stepped on this road, divided into cultivation, climbed steadily, and walked to this day.

On the banks of the Rolling Dragon River.

The twenty-three people who barricaded the river jumped out together, one of Huang Hui was the Great Grandmaster of the Seven Realms, and the others were also the foundation of the Three Realms.

The great master of marksmanship reached out and took a crimson spear and greeted Hua Fengju alone.

The swordsman Zhang Xuan, who was born out of nowhere, stopped the swordsman surnamed Wo Nang Wang and seven disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

The rest of the people in the Crying Cormorant Pass rushed towards Yan Sixteen under the leadership of Huang Sni and Huang Qian, wanting to seize the bamboo basket behind him.

Huang Huizhi dragged the gun with one hand and smashed it into the left shoulder of the comer, Hua Fengju did not dodge left and right, but took advantage of the momentum to fly back a few meters, piercing the chest of a gunman who was about to grab the basket with a sword, and faced Huang Sniper head-on. The teased old gun Zong snorted coldly, walked like flying, and stabbed out a shot aimed directly at Hua Feng's heart. Hua Feng raised his sideways and slashed at Huang Sniper with his right hand, but he didn't see the retreat, and his left hand turned into a palm to catch the tip of Huang Hui's spear, without dodging.

The three of them collided violently, exploding a large crater on the spot, and slush flew sideways.

After only one move, Xi Shufeng dodged and left, clean and clean, but the robe of his left arm sleeve was shattered, trembling slightly.

On the other hand, Huang Sniper, who was pinned on by the family, left his spear and a red line around his neck, and he had already become a corpse.

Another sword kills!

The Nine Realms of Wufu can be described as a grandmaster when it reaches the sixth or seventh realm, the six realms of condensation are small grandmasters, and the seven realms of imperial qi are great grandmasters.

Huang Huizhi, the great grandmaster of the Imperial Qi Realm who was almost complete in the Condensing Divine Realm, looked at the leader of the sect who he had brought up with his own hand, and who was less than four years away from entering the threshold of the grandmaster, died tragically under Hua Fengju's sword, and was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

It seems that the young man in front of him has already touched the threshold of the grandmaster.

Huang Huizhi's face was solemn: "Exchange life for life, leave no way out, what a vicious way of fighting!" It's just a pity that you're so capable! ”

Hua Fengju quietly swallowed the blood in his mouth, and still put on an annoying gesture of disdain, not to mention whether he could fight or not, this face alone could make the enemy angry and hurt internally.

Meantime.

Thirty miles south of the Rolling Dragon River, dozens of people rode to the riverside.

As the horse team galloped forward, a white-haired old Taoist with a beard and straw shoes and a plain robe full of patches stopped in front of the people on horseback.

Immediately, as if they hadn't seen it, everyone was ready to step directly on this short-sighted old Taoist.

"Quiet!" The old Taoist just blurted out a word, and the horses under everyone's crotch slowly stopped in front of the old Taoist as if they understood, and let everyone beat and scold them immediately, but they didn't move at all.

The animals are very well-behaved in front of the old Taoists, like children who have made mistakes and been caught by their husbands.

The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction, dug his nostrils at the crowd, and then said bitterly like an elder teaching a junior: "Listen to grandpa, turn around and go back!" You Luming Valley don't want to wade into this troubled water, that child can't die! ”

Someone in the horse team immediately scolded: "Stinky cow nose ......"

"Don't be rude!" The middle-aged man in the lead seemed to see some doorways and stopped the entourage who was about to scold. The middle-aged man dismounted and saluted the old man, and then asked respectfully: "The junior Luming Valley ordered the fox to attack, I don't know where the old Daoist Immortal Mansion is, why is it blocking my way, please explain!" ”

The old Taoist flicked off the boogers between his fingers, and replied with a smile: "Lao'er, Zhang Muyang of Fu Qishan!" ”

The fox attack was shocked. Fu Qi Mountain, such as today's Taoist ancestral court, is the abode of the gods who even dare to turn away the emperor when he is the son of heaven. And this old man is one of the three oldest heavenly masters on Fu Qi Mountain who are rumored to have lived for nearly two hundred years.

I didn't expect to see my real body here today! It's embarrassing to make the fox attack and stay!

The old Taoist was still in front of the road, his eyes changed from casual to awe-inspiring, and he twisted his eyebrows and said: "Turn around, Lao Er won't say it for the third time!" ”

- Riverside.

After watching the Yanbei swordsman hack to death the seven people he brought from Xiaoyao Sect, Wang Cuiping, the farmer of the crops, walked unhurriedly to the swordsman and drew his sword to meet him.

The two don't look like they're fighting hard at all, it's more like they're fighting.

On the other hand, Yan Sixteen, who had only just entered the four realms of quenching, was barely a swordsman. He met Huang Qian and more than a dozen disciples of the Crying Cormorant Pass, and he had no advantage. Fortunately, the Sword Immortal apprentice always has some ability to cross the border against the enemy, that is, run!

Yan Sixteen was a master of light work, only to see him quickly pick up the bamboo basket and fly into the pine forest, agile, running towards the river in the distance, his footsteps were steady, and the child in the bamboo basket was not even awakened in his sleep.

Huang Qian's face was gloomy and he chased after Yan Sixteen, he had just seen his clan brother being killed with a sword so aggrieved, he was furious, he would not let these people continue to breathe.

In the pine forest, Yan Sixteen walked through it easily, hiding his figure with the help of trees, getting rid of the attack, Huang Li and the others couldn't even touch his shoes. But out of the pine forest, running to the river that has not yet been unsealed, after the vision is broadened, Yan Sixteen is beyond his strength.

Yan Sixteen stepped on the ice with a bamboo basket on his back, but saw three gunmen who had come out of the mountains and forests flying towards him and stabbed him in the back of the heart.

While Yan Sixteen leaned over to dodge, he quickly drew the short sword at his waist, turned around and slashed through the thighs of the three people, rolled an arc on the ice, and continued to run forward, only a wail came from behind him.

But it didn't take long for two more people to catch up, and just as Yan Sixteen was about to repeat his old trick, an iron spear passed directly through the belly of the spearman behind Yan Sixteen, nailing Yan Sixteen's left leg to the ice.

This gun came from the hand of Huang Qian, who arrived in a hurry.

A shot stabbed, Huang Quan took a spear handed by the people around him, did not leave any chance for Yan Sixteen, strode forward, and smashed the gun on Yan Sixteen's head, the latter flew out in response, and smashed it on the ice, and the child in the basket fell out directly.

The childish boy named Yan Longyu stood up sleepily, and before he could cry out in pain, he saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

The sixteenth brother, who was willing to accompany him through the streets and alleys and buy him all kinds of food, was lying on the ground with his head full of blood at this time, looking at himself with his bloodshot eyes, he still had a spear in his leg, and only one word was said in his mouth, "Run!" ”

A child is a child after all, he wants to run but can't move his legs, he is so frightened that he is paralyzed to the ground, tears and snot can't stop flowing, and he is so frightened that he can't speak.

Huang Qian still didn't stop, picked up the gun and continued to move forward, killing the son of the sword fairy called Yan Longyu, approaching step by step.

At the last moment.

Hua Fengju suddenly came at the last moment, flew out with a kick, and flew Huang Qian's side kick out a distance of several feet. But Hua Fengju was chased by Huang Huizhi behind him, and he was stabbed with a fierce shot, and blood stars splashed everywhere.

In an instant, Hua Fengju's body slowly spread a circle of cyan rhyme.

Huang Huizhi's face changed drastically, and he put away his gun and stepped back, "You have entered the Imperial Qi Realm!" ”

When Huang Hui first saw Hua Fengju, he saw that he was unusual, but he didn't expect it to be so unusual, in the same realm as himself, but so much younger than himself! Just in your twenties, you can learn half your life!

"I've made a move with you Huafeng, I'm ashamed of myself! Practicing martial arts for nearly a year, he ended up winning without martial arts! ”

Huang Rhinois was about to struggle to get up, but Hua Feng was stepped on his face by Hua Feng, who had just raised his head, and completely stuck to the ice on the river, Huang Rhino's expression was gloomy and desperate! Are you really still human?

"Who said you would be able to beat me!" Hua Fengju wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and swayed back in front of her child, her figure still free and easy.

Yan Longyu looked at the terrifying wound on his uncle's back that was still bleeding, two tears suddenly crossed his white and tender cheeks, and cried in a trembling voice: "Uncle Feng, I don't want you to die." Don't ......"

Hua Fengju, who was stained with blood in white robes, ignored the child behind him, and his fingers trembled and wiped the blood stains on the sword in his hand.

I saw that the cyan blue sword also had the same azure aura as his body in an instant.

Facing everyone, this Xishu Feng had a messy bun, and said proudly: "I once killed seven generals under the account of King Qin with a sword on the bank of the Tsing Yi River, and realized a sword, and the child's father named it 'Water Drop and Cut Off'." I'm going to use this sword today to test you, and the old man will dare to take it!" ”

As he spoke, Hua Fengju's whole body cyan rhyme converged on a sword in his hand, and a water drop condensed from the tip of the sword for no reason, and Hua Fengju was suddenly enveloped by the azure aura around him.

Xishu Fengjue carried the azure qi around his body and rushed forward like a blue dragon, and the afterimage loomed everywhere he passed, killing the old spear sect of the Cormorant Guan who had been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the sword momentum was awe-inspiring all the way, and there were thousands of changes, but no matter how turbulent Hua Feng's sword moves, the water drop at the tip of the blue long sword in his hand was still as stable as ever!

There were several spearmen who wanted to try to stop Hua Fengju, who was coming with a sword, but as soon as they approached him, they were twisted into a pulp by the sword qi around him and the sword moves in his hand.

Seeing that the crazy young man was running towards him with a sword, Huang Huizhi was finally a little scared. He quickly pulled his whole body's qi and grasped the crimson spear tightly, and the blood-red tip of the spear suddenly emitted a faint scarlet light, which was fleeting. The man had already come, and Huang Huizhi didn't have time to think about it, so he concentrated his strength and swung his gun to meet the young man who made him fearful.

The two breaths of blue and red are connected, and there is a loud bang between heaven and earth!

The ice under the feet of the two slowly cracked.

Hua Feng raised the tip of the sword, and the water droplets slowly dripped down.

Huang Huizhi's spear pierced Hua Fengju's right shoulder, and blood gushed out of it. And Hua Fengju turned his right-handed sword into a left-handed sword at some point, and the azure long sword stabbed into the throat of this Crying Corm Guan Marksmanship Grandmaster!

Life and death are only in one move! None of the people present would have thought that Huang Huizhi, the old gun sect of the Crying Cormorant Pass, would die at the hands of a young man who was just beginning to become famous!

On the ice, Hua Fengju used his last strength to say intermittently in the ear of the old spear sect: "I forgot to tell you, I, I, Hua Feng, raised my sword, and I only died and was not injured!" Younger generations, pay attention to the next life! ”

After speaking, Xishu Feng Juehua Feng raised his mouth and spit out a mouthful of thick blood, and fell to the ground at the same time as Huang retreated!

Heaven and earth return to tranquility.

Xishu Feng could never hear Huang Qian's angry roar, Yan Sixteen, who was lying in a pool of blood, couldn't hear Yan Sixteen's breathing gradually tightening, couldn't hear the crisp sound of the swordsman and the crop man colliding in the distance, and couldn't hear the little nephew's crying bitterly.

Heaven and earth form a single line.

Are you going to die?

Death is nothing more than that, but I am unwilling, I can't be so lonely and nameless!

Suddenly, Hua Fengju seemed to see a vague elegant face in the dark, the man smiled intoxicatingly, and said something to himself, but he couldn't hear it anymore: Is this an immortal? Immortals, out of the mountains!