Zhou Xiao is dead?

This news is like a bolt from the blue.

So much so that Jian Nantian was stunned in place for a few seconds, and didn't hear what Yang Feng was saying?

Others don't know, isn't he clear?

Zhou Xiao has fifteen silver medal killers around him, if you convert it to the measurement of the army.

Ten silver medal killers, able to break the hundreds.

And there is also a saying about breaking the hundred armors, because breaking the nine hundred and ninety-nine armors is also breaking the hundred armors.

Fifteen silver medal killers, roughly calculated, are equivalent to breaking a thousand armors.

And breaking a thousand armors, this is a brilliant achievement that can only be achieved by the sword gods of the Nine Realms.

As for the 10,000 enemies that exist in the legends, they need to reach the realm of the Grandmaster.

That is, the tenth realm!

"What are you still doing in a daze, go and find the imperial doctor in your house."

Yang Feng said impatiently.

"Okay."

Zhou Xiao hurriedly responded with a good after.

I went to the imperial doctor in person.

"What is he?"

The sound of the hidden sword came from behind Yang Feng.

"He was tortured by Zhou Xiao's people, but after this battle, he should see the corruption of the dynasty clearly, from the inside out."

Yang Feng looked at Xu Yu, who was unconscious on the bed, and said.

"You kid, you are really good enough to be a corporal, if you accept people like this, aren't you afraid that he will turn against you in the future, and the gains outweigh the losses?"

Zangjian said earnestly, after all, in these years, it is difficult to draw people and bones, and it is difficult to know people and faces.

What if Xu Yu rebels a day later?

"Hidden Sword, don't worry! He won't rebel, not only will he not rebel, but he will also be a general of my overthrow of the imperial rule, and when he wakes up, ask him if he wants to join our camp. ”

Yang Feng always felt that Xu Yu might really see the reality this time and would choose to follow him.

"The Imperial Doctor has arrived!"

"Imperial Doctor, take a look at this friend of mine."

Jian Nantian personally went to find it, and the efficiency was naturally high.

"Let's wait for the old man to see!"

The imperial doctor first looked, smelled, asked, and cut, and then prescribed a series of prescriptions, asking them to go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine according to the prescription.

"Lang Zhong, is my friend okay?"

"This Gongzi Jiren has his own natural appearance, and the injuries on his body are terrifying, but fortunately, they are all skin injuries, and they do not hurt the muscles and bones, just follow the prescription prescribed by the old man, and take it every day."

The Imperial Physician returned.

"Ahem! Where am I? ”

Xu Yu, who opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and a faint voice came out.

"Xu Yu, don't worry, you have escaped from the clutches of the devil, this is Jiannan Mansion."

Hearing this, Xu Yu, who was lying on the bed, was silent for a long time and did not speak.

He returned to his camp, suffered injustices that no one could understand, tortured, and finally rescued him by the people of the hostile forces.

I have to say, this is really a great irony.

"Xu Yu, don't think about it, first rest assured to recuperate, let's wait for the injury to heal."

Xu Yu wanted to speak and stopped.

He didn't understand why Yang Feng treated him so politely as a gold medal killer.

"Okay, Brother Zangjian and Jiannan, let's go out first, and wait for Xu Yu to meditate."

Yang Feng knew that now was not the best time for Xu Yu to return.

The three of them came to the hall, and everyone seemed to have something on their minds.

It was Yang Feng who took the lead in breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Brother Jiannan, you have also seen that our strength, this is still no iron cavalry, and when we have enough soldiers and horses, we may not be able to compete with the Holy One of the Dynasty."

Yang Feng began to bewitch Jian Nantian, after all, Jian Nantian was also a real sword god.

It's just a little bit of a temperament.

"Yang Xiaoyou, let me think about it again, your actions will definitely cause a shock when you return to the dynasty, so you must make plans in advance, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time!"

The implication of Jian Nantian's words is that you leave quickly, don't bother me.

"Brother Jiannan, why don't you go back with us, the current Great Xia Dynasty is stormy, no one knows that it will collapse that day, rather than because of standing on the wrong side at that time, it is better to give it a go now."

Tibetan Jian also said implicitly.

"Haha! What Zangjian said was very true, and after a while, Jian Mou was sure to give the two of them a satisfactory answer. ”

Jian Nantian still shirked.

He wanted to wait and see.

"Tibetan sword, since Brother Jiannan, unwillingly, then we don't have to be strong, we just want to ask Brother Jiannan to remember a sentence, the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow is unforgettable, and the icing on the cake is dispensable, all the words are here, and I hope that Brother Jiannan, think carefully, don't make mistakes."

Yang Feng's words undoubtedly told Jian Nantian that now our team is still being formed, and if you join at this time, it is equivalent to sending charcoal in the snow, and when our team becomes stronger, you can join again.

But your existence is dispensable.

After speaking, Yang Feng and Zangjian both went back to their rooms to pack their things, planning to leave early tomorrow morning.

This night, Jian Nantian thought about it for a long time, and finally he decided to see what kind of sensation it would cause after the news was transmitted back to the dynasty.

The Imperial City of Great Xia, the head of Kyushu, the center of the three veins.

"What? Five gold medal killers, twenty silver medal killers, all dead? ”

The man on the dragon chair, Long Yan was furious.

The dynasty has poured a lot of resources into this group of people.

Now, the ones sent out are already half of the killers of the dynasty.

"Back to the Holy Lord, the information we obtained is wrong, the remnants of the Yang clan are not the Seven Realms, but the Nine Realms, and the swordsmanship inheritance is even stronger than the Yang Zhong in the past, and he has the assistance of the Tibetan Sword God by his side, and our people are ......"

"Rubbish! A bunch of rice buckets! What do you eat? ”

"The saint is angry, in fact, this can't be all blamed on them, after all, the killer, it is difficult to have an effect if he blatantly stabs and kills people, what we have to do now is to divide the soldiers into three ways to stop them."

"Oh? Zhang Tianshi, what is the best plan? ”

"Back to the Holy Lord, first of all, we should immediately send troops to surround Frost City, secondly, we should implement compulsory control over some people in the rivers and lakes who are not subject to discipline, so that they cannot have any contact with Zangjian and others, and secondly, we should send our subordinates to continue to hunt them down, so that they can't care about each other."

A man dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk in his hand talked eloquently.

"Do you hear it, go down according to what the Heavenly Master said."

"Heavenly Master, when will the Great Returning Pill be refined?"

"Returning to the Holy Heaven, refining the Great Returning Pill, you need, the heart blood of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine babies, as a medicine guide, and then you need the heart of the Ten Realms Grandmaster as the main medicine, and the other two main medicines have been gathered, just the baby's heart blood, and the heart of the grandmaster."

Da Huan Dan can increase the life span of a hundred years, which is the foundation of the turbulent dynasty.

There is no elixir of life, but there are always people who want to live longer.

"Grandmaster's heart, Heavenly Master, you have calculated that in the past ten years, there will be a grandmaster who will come to the world, but grandmasters are all existences that break through ten thousand armors, how easy is it to kill a grandmaster?"

Xia Yuan couldn't help but speak.

"Please rest assured at this point, the Saint will just leave it to me to personally act when the Grandmaster appears."

With Zhang Tianshi's assurance, the stone hanging in Xia Yuan's heart finally landed.

In Jiannan Mansion, Yang Feng had already left with Xu Yu.

The place they were going to this time was Broken Vein Mountain.

The mountains here, there are no mountains, hence the name.

"Broken Vein Mountain, Yan Li's place of residence, when Yan Li was attacked in this Broken Vein Mountain, the meridians of his whole body were abolished, and then he was lucky enough to obtain the Broken Vein Sword Technique, and since then he has become a Broken Vein Sword God."

The Tibetan sword tells the story of Yan Li's past.

"As far as I know, Yan Li went crazy a few years ago due to the shackles of swordsmanship, and now I'm afraid it's ......"

Xu Yu didn't finish his words yet.

In the pass of Broken Vein Mountain, there was a disheveled sword with a purple sword pinned to his waist.

Unkempt, the only thing that can make people's eyes shine is his eyes, which are bright.

Like a bright star.

"Whoever breaks my vein, kill!"

The man moved like a rabbit, just a few jumps, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed.

emitted, "poof" trembling sound.

"How daring!"

After hiding the sword, the person in front of him gave him a dangerous aura.

The two fought each other, and the shot was a killer move.

"Xu Yu, don't stay too far away from me."

Xu Yu nodded.

According to the agreement, after Xu Yu's injury is healed, he will let Xu Yu decide whether to go or stay.

So now, strictly speaking, Xu Yu is not a person from their camp.

"Your swordsmanship is good! But it's a pity that I met me. ”

During the battle, Yan Li seemed to have become sober.

Not as delirious as before.

The swordsmanship of the hidden sword made him excited, and he has been living deep in the Broken Vein Mountain, practicing swords with himself, and using the surrounding mountains and rocks as opponents.

"Battle maniac!"

Yang Feng looked at the look in Yan Li's eyes, and immediately judged that this Yan Li was a militant.

Hiding the sword, every move and every style, try to "hide", because he knows that the other party is a master, if the swordsmanship is not well hidden, the other party will find flaws.

The sound of the two swords colliding was like a symphony, Yan Li's blood was boiling, and the physical state of the hidden sword was also tuned to the best.

The two of you go back and forth, and the sword of the hidden sword appears at a tricky angle every time, making the opponent unguardable.

And Yan Li, there are also a lot of sword marks on his arms, but the momentum on his body is becoming more and more vigorous.

How can you practice on weekdays so heartily?

Before hiding the sword, a hundred swordsmanship was exhausted, and there was nothing to do with the other party.

"Hide the sword, let me come."

Although the wheel battle is a bit shameful, it is also a last resort, the hidden sword technique of hiding the sword is to rely on the evolution of the first hundred moves, and if the opponent has not been defeated, there will be traces to follow.

"Good!"

Zangjian is arrogant, but he is not stubborn, and many times he doesn't even want to make a move.

"It's good to come."

For the wheel war, Yan Li just opened his mouth and said three words.

The sword in his hand instantly became fierce and fierce.

"Changed the way you play? Want to do it quickly? Just what the doctor ordered. ”

Yang Feng didn't want to fight a protracted war, relying on his advantages to drag down others.

In the face of Yan Li's fatal moves, Yang Feng also used color.

The Burning Sun Sword in his hand is also a fierce and domineering path.

Good is like water, soft and rigid, rigid and soft.

The swordsmanship used by Yang Feng is like a flood when the dam is opened.

Out of control.

The moment the swords in the hands of the two collided, they both made a metallic roar.

"Hidden Sword, I do know, are you the new Sword God?"

With just one move, Yan Li concluded that the person in front of him was a master who was even more terrifying than the hidden sword.

But why does it look so young?

"Not bad! I'm a new Nine Realms, but I don't have a title. ”

Yan Li, a battle maniac, has a lot of benefits from fighting against him.

Although Yang Feng only went one step further yesterday and cultivated his swordsmanship to the late stage of the Nine Realms, who would think he was too strong?

"Hahaha! Sure enough, there are talented people in the country, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. ”

Hearing Yang Feng admit it personally, Yan Li looked up to the sky and laughed.

Back then, he entered the Nine Realms at the age of twenty-nine, how high-spirited he was, you must know that he was a broken pulse and cultivated a sword, and he was the only one who had this kind of perseverance in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Now a green-shirted swordsman in his early twenties has actually reached the Nine Realms, and judging from the situation just now, the opponent's swordsmanship is not the first to enter the Nine Realms.

Yan Li estimated that it would not be weaker than the late stage of the Nine Realms.

"Yan is away from his predecessors, he can't hide it......"

"Less set almost, first get the approval of the purple sword in my hand."

Yan Li is not a person who likes nonsense.

He didn't wait for Yang Feng to finish speaking, and the purple sword in his hand stabbed towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was no longer polite, created his own swordsmanship, and went all out.

One is rigid and one is soft, and it is both rigid and soft.

Yan Li also changed his previous fierce and domineering, but lingered, the purple sword in his hand was actually a soft sword.

It's just that he consumes too much physical strength in the process of fighting with the Tibetan Sword, and his physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary sword gods because of the broken pulse and sword cultivation.

But manpower is limited after all, and after the fierce battle just now, he is a little unbearable.

So I changed the way I played.

To Yan Li's surprise, Yang Feng would also play this way, originally he wanted to overcome rigidity with softness, but now it seems that this has dragged on into a protracted battle.

Yang Feng is young, strong, and energetic, and he fights in turns, and if he continues like this, he will definitely lose.

"Senior Yan, let's decide the winner with one sword!"

"Good!"

Yan Li is a battle maniac, yes, but also energetic.

Now he wished that the battle would end immediately.

Yang Feng's proposal was exactly what he wanted to say.

Yan Li was at the second stage of the peak of the Nine Realms, contemplating the sword elephant.

"Sinking Mountains and Broken Mountains!"

Observing the sword elephant, you can see mountains, rivers, plants, insects, fish, birds and beasts, Yanli lives in the Broken Vein Mountain, and more contact is the mountains.

Therefore, the sword elephant he visualized was naturally a mountain.

This sword is majestic with mountains.

And Yang Feng also handed out a sword.

"Sword Broken Galaxy!"

His sword, on the surface, looks ordinary, but when it falls.

It's like the stars exploding.

The two swords collided with each other, and Yang Feng and Yan Li's figures flew out upside down.

Bang!

Bang!

Smashed on heavy rocks.

Yan Li took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

It's so terrifying, his sword like "Shen Mountain Broken Mountain" actually broke it like this.

Still a young man in his early twenties.

It was incredible, he thought of a possibility, but even he couldn't believe it, because it was just a legend in the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Can you tell me what your swordsmanship is?"

Yan Li wanted to get the answer.

"Self-created swordsmanship, good as water!"

Yang Feng pushed the matter of the sword breaking the galaxy to his own swordsmanship, anyway, except for the sword demon Dugu who had been dead for one or two hundred years, no one practiced his own swordsmanship.

Some people died, but not completely......