"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

"I don't want the Divine Palm anymore, I don't want the Divine Palm anymore, the evil god spares my life!"

"I recognize you as a godfather and godfather, you are the ancestor of our family, the ancestor of our family, and the great ancestor!"

"Ancient Sword Soul, you can't die well!"

"Heroes, save my life!"

"Shen Lian, isn't you a god catcher? Why did you watch the Ancient Sword Soul kill? Help me! ”

The ancient sword soul was originally an unscrupulous person, but now he has gone mad, with a fighting intent like fire, a killing intent like madness, and even more without scruples, a pair of demon clutches wantonly slaughter.

No matter how angry those people were, how they pleaded, how they threatened, how they cursed, and how they kidnapped Shen Lian and the others morally, the killing did not slow down in the slightest.

Don't say that those rabble, even Shen Weixuan and the others were stunned, they heard that the ancient sword soul and Shen Lian were both defeated two days ago, how could they recover so quickly?

Why didn't Shen Lian stop it?

Could it be that Shen Lian doesn't care about his reputation?

How can the Buddha's light be black?

How did the ancient sword soul seem to go mad?

What happened back then, and why did it stimulate an evil fanatic like Gu Sword Soul into a madman?

No one can answer this question.

Those who can answer this question are dead.

That person is Ou Feng.

- The person in the world who knows the ancient sword soul best!

It was because he knew the ancient sword soul that he knew what way to use to make the ancient sword soul mad and crazy.

Ou Feng used the body of a mortal who did not know martial arts to trample the pride of the ancient sword soul on the soles of his feet, calculated and killed the love of the ancient sword soul, and turned him into a loner.

The brain of the ancient sword soul was not so normal, and after more than twenty years of madness, it became even more abnormal.

What should it be like for an abnormal person to suddenly learn that the tragedy of his life is just because he beat up a little person when he was pursuing a beautiful woman?

What should it be like for a little person who has never seen it squarely and has not left the slightest impression in his mind to design the tragedy of his life?

Anger, humiliation, shame, depression......

All the emotions converged, and the ancient sword soul just wanted to look up to the sky and roar, and then let go.

In his heart, he only had Ou Feng's heart-piercing words and rampant smug ridicule before he died, and he just wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him, including himself.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Ou Feng's words are very correct.

Except for this martial art that caused disaster, the ancient sword soul had nothing, and the only thing he could prove himself and prove that he had been here was this martial art.

There is no good or evil, no good or evil, no Buddha and demon.

There is only a strong move with all the heart, all the nature and the whole spirit.

The Ancient Sword Soul was not only killing, but also looking for interesting opponents, and he had found them now.

It was a swordsman.

A swordsman like no other in the world.

He may not be as deep as Ximen Blowing Snow, Yan Nantian, Xie Xiaofeng and others, but the world may not recognize Ximen Blowing Snow and Yan Nantian, but they will definitely recognize him.

His name is Cai Xuanzhong, and he has also used names such as Cai Zhong, Zhong Xuan Cai, Zhong Cai, etc., and the long sword in his hand is one of the eight swords of King Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period, named "Zhuanluo".

Transience is the most bizarre sword in the world, and it can't even be said to be a sword because it's so long.

The length of the turn is: 9 feet 7 inches!

There was no unified weights and measures in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the nine feet seven inches at that time were many different from today, but by analogy with Confucius's nine feet six inches tall, we know that this sword could not be used normally, but was similar to a spear and halberd.

Cai Xuanzhong's origin is quite mysterious, in addition to this Soul Turning Sword, he is also proficient in a stunt.

It is the most extreme martial art in the world, representing the pinnacle of sword qi kung fu, representing an undefeated god of war, a peerless madman, and a supreme grandmaster who has disappeared for many years.

Innate body-shattering formless sword qi!

There is no one of the strongest sword qi in the world.

Even if it is the Nine Yang Divine Sword and the Six Veins Divine Sword, it is far inferior to the innate body-breaking formless sword qi.

Although Cai Xuanzhong's martial arts realm is much worse than that of the Seven Holy Lords of the Lost Heaven Alliance in the past, such a strange long sword and the most refined and pure sword qi still make the subconscious of the ancient sword soul feel tempted.

Cai Xuanzhong lowered his head and condensed his sword.

Where is the sword?

This nine-foot-seven-inch Turning Divine Sword pointed at an inconsequential place, pointing anywhere.

Limit the sword!

The mentor of the five swordsmiths who cast the Heavenly Sword, the strongest swordsmith in the Qin Kingdom, Master Benlu, after casting tens of thousands of swords, comprehended the peerless swordsmanship.

It is said that Master Benlu once forged a sword for Yingzheng, and after casting two three-foot-six-inch Dingqin swords, a small piece of material was left, and a two-foot-five-inch short sword was cast.

The three swords add up to nine feet and seven inches.

Maybe it's the blessing to the soul, or maybe it's the master of Benlu who feels that the limit is coming, so he named this set of swords the Great Limit Sword, but unfortunately, when the casting was completed, Yingzheng had died, and Qin II Hu Hai ascended the throne as emperor.

Li Si felt that the word "Great Limit" was unlucky, so he poisoned Master Benlu and destroyed the Great Limit Sword.

Although the sword was destroyed, the sword book was circulated.

After a thousand years, in the hands of Cai Xuanzhong, this set of swordsmanship comprehended from sword casting shines brightly.

This is the swordsmanship of "nothing", and when the sword is moved, its power is pervasive and all-pervasive.

It's like a spring compressed to the limit, and like a volcano that is suppressed to the limit, there is no choice but to erupt, so the sword erupts without reservation.

The Ancient Sword Soul felt the pressure.

The left half of his body was like being stabbed by a sword, and the sword aura was cold but extremely sharp, as if a sharp sword that had just been baked was quenching blood from his mouth and throat.

The right half of his body was suddenly paralyzed, and the fierce and cold ice needles seemed to have pierced into his pores, and then turned into a thousand pieces of scorching sun, passing through the blood veins to every cell.

Innate body-shattering formless sword qi!

In the face of characters like the ancient sword soul, Cai Xuanzhong didn't dare to leave any hands, and his shot was the strongest kill.

The rest of the masters naturally won't watch dryly.

"A hundred bags of red robes, the heart is as fine as hair", the Chi family worships the seven-haired Zen master, and takes out a strong crossbow with him, and his arrows are not wolf teeth and feather arrows, but his hair.

Although the seven-haired Zen master is a monk and has once ordered a ring scar, he is not bald, and his hairstyle is similar to that of later generations, which is his strongest weapon.

If you are stabbed by his hair, you must not pull the hair off, but you have to wait for ten days, after ten days, the hair will automatically wither, the arrow will lose its power, and during the time of the arrow, the cultivation will be lost by half.

"The horizontal knife is immediate, drunk and lying on the hill", the You family worships Gu Buddha's shadow, and his weapon is a machete.

A thin blade.

The shape is similar to the nine-ring machete, but the blade is as thin as a cicada's wings, in Gu Foying's hands, it looks like white paper blown by the mountain wind, and the blade seems to have no weight.

Gu Foying himself had also lost weight.

He was like drunk, and his sword was blown crooked by the mountain wind, and the man was blown crooked.

The knife is crooked, so the other party will not know where the knife comes from, where it is slashed, and where it falls.

People are staggering, so the other party will only see the figure coming from the wind, going to the clouds, and falling on the cliff.

Gu Jian Soul was overjoyed in his heart, as if he had forgotten his grievances and melancholy, and just wanted to fight heartily.

The pitch-black Buddha light shone dozens of zhang, and the Buddha seal of the reverse rotation rose up, turning into the demon king Bo Xun, and the Buddha's palm power smashed down, and the mountains and fields were full of fierce mangs.

Since you don't know how the other party moves, then don't think about these things, and directly attack in a large-scale group, if you have the ability, you will continue to get drunk, and if you have the ability, you will go with the knife.

The location chosen by Shen Lian was outside the city, not far from the mountain, the ancient sword soul was like crazy, and in an instant, it was killed in the mountain, and the blood stained half of the sky.

Even if you haven't learned divination, you know that at this time, it must be the Kun hexagram "Dragon Fighting in the Wild", the heaven and earth are full of cold killing machines, and the bloody breath rushes straight to Xiaohan.

Shen Lian recalled Liu Bowen's divination scrolls.

Many people feel that the fortune teller is most afraid of the fortune of the dynasty, and they dare not pinch it a little, otherwise they will suffer the backlash of the dragon qi and will likely die.

Liu Bowen has a very strict comment on this.

This is both true and false.

Those who take the right path will definitely stay away from the cause and effect of the red dust, but those who take the evil path don't mind these.

Liu Bowen analyzed the fierce battles and void of those years, and what they were most afraid of was - absolutely!

Absolutely, it means that things have reached their limits.

It can be the Fortune Limit Flying Dragon in the sky, it can be the ultimate bad luck, or the extreme decay.

When everything reaches its limit, it may not only cause a sudden change in the mountains and tsunamis, but also continue to make people ignore the dangers around them.

It's like lighting a candle in the blue sky and daylight, no matter how bright the candle flame is, it will lose its brilliance.

The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow.

The more fierce the battle, the more full the murderous aura between heaven and earth will be, no matter how you calculate, all that can be calculated is that the dragon fights in the wild, covering up its sense of crisis.

The warriors all have a sense of crisis, and the Hua Manlou with the strongest sensing ability is even as high as ten miles.

Shen Lian had tried, within ten miles, even if the soundproof air hood was popped, Hua Manlou could sense it.

Jia Shifang and other demon paths, although they have embarked on the path of evil and crooked paths, the foundation of the heart is the right path, and the sense of crisis is extremely keen, if Shen Lian continues to arrange a killing game against Jia Shifang, he will definitely be aware of the danger.

At least a couple of sneezes are possible.

Don't underestimate sneezing, normal people sneeze and feel cold, or are insulted behind their backs, Jia Shifang sneezes, and he will definitely run away without hesitation.

How do you cover it up?

That's the battle.

The fire cloud evil god went mad and killed wantonly.

Shen Lian White Tiger Star Monarch's life, wherever he passed, it would inevitably lead to a fight, and even kill a river of blood.

Even if Jia Shifang had Yuan Tiangang's ability, he could only feel the battle that stretched for several miles, could see the ancient sword soul fighting bloodily, and saw the killer sent to Luoyang by the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which was constantly stirring up the storm.

"Woohoo!"

Jia Shifang suddenly heard a dog barking.

Looking closely, a big yellow dog appeared three feet away from him, barking proudly with his teeth, Jia Shifang felt very interesting, the dog turned out to be expressionless.

Such a fun dog...... I'll it!

Jia Shifang looked back and found that there was a group of people around him at some point, Shen Lian, Feng Suzhen, Yutai Jingming, Zuo Shi, Chu Liuxiang, and Fang Xizhen.

"Good skills, really good skills, didn't Guo Bujing come? Shen Lian, are you so confident? ”

Jia Shifang calmly got up and patted his clothes.

Shen Lian bowed his hand and gave a salute: "The family teacher cleared the rebellion in Luoyang, and the Taoist chief led the Manchu killers to set off such a killing in Luoyang, the blessing of cultivation in this life has been damaged eighty percent, isn't the Taoist still awake?" ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Jia Shifang's mouth: "Guo Bujing is still so pedantic, you may not know that if it wasn't for saving the people, he might have been able to leave one of our brothers, such as my fourth brother Jia Shiqing." ”

Without waiting for Shen Lian to refute, Jia Shifang blocked Shen Lian's words: "You may want to say that Guo Bujing deliberately let us go and let us harm the Manchu Qing Mengyuan."

This is absolutely impossible.

Guo Bujing is a decisive killing intent for us.

He didn't think about it so much, he just wanted to kill us, but because of the kindness of the woman, he missed the best opportunity, leaving a flaw.

Your other master, Wei Qingqing, together with Liu Bowen and the old ghost, are desperately trying to plug the gap, but since the gap has appeared, it will never be able to make up for it. ”

Jia Shifang stood in a deep position, and everyone was looked at by him, and at the same time he didn't look at it.

"Guo Bujing, Zhou Zhiruo, one-armed Shenni, if the three of them join forces, plus a few of you, they may be able to keep me, but now it's too far away!"

Shen Lian said coldly: "If the three of them laid out to besiege you, you would have run away a long time ago, if you really have confidence, you should slaughter those rabble like the ancient sword soul and easily wipe us out." ”

Tantai Jingming immediately echoed: "You didn't do that, but kept pulling around, because you didn't have confidence, and you wanted to use it to hit morale." ”

Zuo Shi's eyes flashed blood-red, and he picked up a blood-red arrow in his left hand and took out a keel longbow in his right hand.

Chu Liuxiang said sharply: "Your Excellency, please go to the Heavenly Prison for ten years to retreat and atone for the sins of this life." ”

"Zheng!"

Feng Suzhen popped out the sound of the killing piano.

The sound of the piano was curling and murderous, Shen Lian felt the traction of the qi machine, and the spear flew through the air.

Jia Shifang is proficient in body protection Xuangong, and if he wants to blast his body protection qi, it is obviously more suitable to ask alone.

Nameless marksmanship: Feather Flying!

The moment the gun flashed, the spear had reached Jia Shifang's throat, and the violent sonic boom shook out a piercing explosion, but it fit Feng Suzhen's piano rhyme.

Shen Lian's gun is fast, and Chu Liuxiang is faster.

Chu Liuxiang spread her arms, like a bird, as if she could resist the wind, and flew lightly, pointing at Jia Shifang's ribs with her left hand, and grabbing her shoulder with her right hand.

"Whew!"

Arrows flew out of the air.

Spears, claws, arrows.

The three did not shoot at the same time, but converged into one at the same moment, and the moment the strength returned to the element, Feng Suzhen plucked the strings, and the sound of the killing piano bombarded.

Thunder and thunder.

Fang Xizhen keenly grasped the qi machine, and in the moment when everyone was bombarded, he pulled out the sword behind his back.

Of course, Fang Xizhen used swordsmanship, but it was very different from swordsmanship, because there should be such a beautiful swordsmanship in the world, and the beauty made people feel suffocated.

The extremely sharp sword contains a killing intent that is softer than the spring evening breeze, as if a person kills people not with weapons, but with a poem!

One poem, one sword, one step, one kill!

(End of chapter)