After leaving the Sword Casting Villa, Zhao Qing'er was still excited.

The outside world is really rich and exciting, in just one day, she not only saw dozens of legendary great swordsmen who can fly to the sky, but even the legendary sword sect masters also appeared in one go.

This is the rivers and lakes in her mind!

"By the way, Brother Zhang Hu, that Ling Ao Xiao Shao Zhuang Master, finally said that the peerless sword god of the South China Sea is going to lead the swordsmen to crusade against the Blood Moon Demon, what does it mean, and where is the Golden Essence World?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hu shook his head.

"I only know that the peerless sword god created the Holy Sword Dao, and I don't know anything else."

"Oh."

Sensing that Zhao Qing'er was a little disappointed, Zhang Hu continued: "But we are going to Nanyang City now, and we can go all the way to the south, and we will inquire when the time comes." ”

"Wow!"

From Sword Casting Villa to Nanyang City, the distance is really not close.

After the three of them slept in the open for a few days, the road was hot, and they saw a teahouse on the side of the road, and immediately walked up.

"Little Er, give us three bowls of tea to relieve the heat,"

"Okay!"

The three of them sat down, unwrapped their packages, and sat down on the stool to rest for a while.

Zhao Qing'er's little face was flushed, she had become a little tired from the excitement of the beginning of the rivers and lakes.

If it weren't for Zhang Hu by her side, she might have retreated.

But fortunately, after these years of training, she followed Zhang Hu and Chen Mo to practice swords every day and exchanged experiences with each other, which made her feel that she had gained a lot.

Coupled with Zhang Hu's encouragement, she persevered.

This also allowed her to wash away some of the childishness in her body.

"Brother Zhang Hu, how many days will I be able to get to Nanyang City?"

Zhang Hu thought for a moment and said: "I heard my father say that the journey from Pingye Town to Nanyang City is about ten days, and our foot strength is slower, plus we are starting from the Sword Casting Villa, half a month should be enough, and now we should have walked half the way." ”

"Oh."

Zhao Qing'er was a little disappointed, she thought it was almost there.

Seeing this, Zhang Hu asked Xiao Er, the shopkeeper who served herbal tea on the side, "Xiao Er, how many days are there to travel from here to Nanyang City?" ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately responded: "From here to Nanyang City, it will take about eight days to travel, if the guest officer is in a hurry, he can go to the Kongshan faction to take their spirit bird, from here to the Kongshan faction about two days, it only takes about half a day to take the spirit bird to arrive, but it takes five taels of silver to take a ride." ”

"Spirit birds?"

"Five taels of silver!"

When Zhao Qinger and Zhang Hu heard this, they couldn't help but be speechless.

The shopkeeper smiled and turned around to go to the rest.

Then.

The handsome young man who was drinking tea alone at the table next to him suddenly looked over and said with a smile: "I know a small road, and I can reach Nanyang City in three days at most." ”

When Zhang Hu and Zhao Qinger heard this, they immediately showed joy.

Zhang Hu raised his hand and said, "Under Zhang Hu, dare to ask Your Excellency's surname?" ”

"Under Wang Feng."

Then the two began to talk.

Chen Mo was drinking his herbal tea, thinking about sword moves.

If it is according to the career system of swordsmen in this world, if he wants to create his own sword moves, I am afraid it will not be possible to complete it in a short time.

After all, he didn't practice swords for a long time, only less than half a year.

Compared to those swordsmen who have been playing with wooden swords since birth, it can be said that it is a far cry.

He needed to find a different way.

If you combine the swordsmanship of the monk's profession with what you have seen and heard in the world of calamity, it is a good choice to create your own sword moves, sword styles, and sword skills.

This is equivalent to allowing him to achieve the dual cultivation of body and law, or the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, from the aspect of swordsmanship.

Coupled with the fact that he is a natural calamity and an indoctricate, he is best at this kind of means of learning from each other's strengths and integrating the strengths of a hundred schools, which is quite a feasible idea.

Chen Mo thought like this in his heart, Zhang Hu had already had a good conversation with Wang Feng, and he was going to go together.

"Aman, let's go, you won't be hungry again!"

Zhao Qinger teased Chen Mo.

Chen Mo picked up his saber and followed quickly.

Half an hour later.

Wang Feng pointed to the green mountain in the distance and said: "There is Nanlong Mountain, most people go around this mountain to Nanyang, at least three more days to walk, we cross this mountain, at least three days can save time!" ”

When Zhao Qing'er heard this, she instinctively said: "I heard my father say that there are terrible demon beasts in those deep mountains, if ordinary swordsmen don't master the sword qi, it is even difficult to hurt their fur, is it true?" ”

When Wang Feng heard this, his face was restrained.

"This ...... I've never seen it in Nanlongshan. ”

So the four of them left the road and walked towards Nanlong Mountain.

The surrounding jungle gradually became dense, and there were flying insects everywhere, which made Zhao Qing'er a little unbearable, constantly driving away these flying insects.

"Brother Wang Feng, will it be like this in the future?"

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Bear with it a little longer, and it will be fine immediately." ”

A moment later.

"Hahahaha!"

Four stout men burst out of the forest and surrounded the group of four.

Zhang Hu and Zhao Qing'er were startled, and even though they drew their swords and faced each other, they heard an "ah", it was Wang Feng who backstabbed and attacked Zhang Hu.

"Wang Feng, you ......"

Wang Feng, who avoided the counterattack, showed a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

The strong man at the head said proudly: "Today can be opened again, we Nanlong Five Monsters will not embarrass you, this little lady is good-looking, we will take it away, and hand over the silver taels and swords on your bodies, and spare your lives." ”

When Zhao Qing'er heard this, she noticed the cruel smile that the five people showed when they looked at her, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Zhang Hu protected her behind him, ignoring the blood on his lower abdomen, looked at Wang Feng and said, "It's me who misjudged you and wanted to hurt Qing'er, unless you stepped over my Zhang Hu's corpse!" ”

"Brother Zhang Hu."

Zhao Qing'er's voice trembled a little, and her eyes were full of emotion when she looked at Zhang Hu.

She gritted her teeth, an expression of defiance.

"Haha, the chick is strong enough, I like it!"

"Big brother, big brother, I'm going to be second in line in a while!"

"Hehe, I don't care, live or die."

Listening to the undisguised and filthy words of the five people, Zhao Qing'er trembled with anger, and it also strengthened her determination to resist to the death.

Zhang Hu took a deep breath, and there was a sharpness in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, in the first lesson of entering the rivers and lakes, I deeply realized the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes.

"Up!"

The leader of the big man shouted, and the four of them rushed up with Wang Feng.

Under the stake of life and death, Zhang Hu dared to stay behind, and immediately took the initiative to stop the three with the sharpest offensive.

Chen Mo and Zhao Qing'er also greeted each other, each facing one person.

The swordsman in front of Chen Mo was Wang Feng, who was responsible for leading the way.

He was handsome, but at the moment, he was screaming strangely, with a cruel smile on his face, constantly attacking Chen Mo, looking like he was going to put Chen Mo to death.

And Chen Mo had the intention to take advantage of this to understand his sword moves and verify the thoughts in his heart, so he did not launch his sword qi, and for a while he showed a disadvantage, and was pressed back again and again by Wang Feng.

Whether it is swordsmanship or physical fitness, Wang Feng is stronger than Chen Mo at this stage.

It was Zhang Hu, who burst out with amazing potential at this moment.

In the case of one enemy and three enemies, he took the lead in winning by surprise and seriously injured one person with his own sword skills.

The three of them were obviously taken aback when they saw that Zhang Hu had mastered sword qi and sword skills.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Hu was just a newcomer, and his martial arts foundation and basic skills were really inferior, they might have run away.

Among the five monsters in Nanlong, only the boss with a square head and big ears has mastered the sword qi.

From this point of view, the so-called five monsters of Nanlong are just ordinary thieves.

But even so.

After Zhang Hu's initial surprise victory, he also obviously gradually became disadvantaged.

Chen Mo, who wanted to verify his thoughts, saw that the two of them were not in danger of life for the time being, and constantly blocked with the snake sword, and responded with Zhang's swordsmanship, but he was suppressed by Wang Feng everywhere, but he did not panic at all, and his face still remained calm after amnesia.

Noticing Wang Feng's swordsmanship, which tended to open and close, Chen Mo suddenly got rid of the sword move of Zhang's swordsmanship, and stabbed Wang Feng's left crotch with a single move.

Wang Feng snorted and immediately pulled away.

Chen Mo did not pursue, but looked at the sword in his hand, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

This move was used by a Black Demon River Sword Catastrophe when he was fighting in the Battle Zone, and it seemed to be one of his sword moves, and now it was used by him, and it really had a surprising effect.

"Actual combat is really the fastest way to improve."

Today's Chen Mo, according to the swordsman profession, has finally gotten rid of the swordsmanship routine, and has reached the level of only remembering his form and not his meaning.

The next step is to develop the sword pose.

"It doesn't seem to be that hard."

Once he found a method that worked for him, Chen Mo seemed to have opened his mind, and he was no longer bound by the number of moves of Zhang's swordsmanship.

The sword in his hand followed his elegant body, reversed and played, making Wang Feng's face change greatly a few meters away.

The so-called sword style is the number of paths.

The sword move lies in the essentials of the action, and the sword style is the coherent action selection of pointing, collapsing, splitting, picking, blocking, intercepting, stabbing, and teasing, and there is a mutual restraint relationship between different sword styles, which is quite similar to the choice of rock, scissors, and paper.

Zhang's swordsmanship has a total of twelve paths, and Chen Mo has not yet fully mastered it.

But at this moment, he actually combined his rich combat experience, recalled the strong swordsmanship enemies who were defeated by himself by relying on his attribute advantages and basic skill advantages, and learned and used their action essentials and flexibly combined, so that he only took his meaning and did not take his shape, and took the initiative to attack Wang Feng.

After a few moves, Wang Feng's face changed greatly.

"Boss, this guy is a little weird!"

You can hear that his voice is a little shaky.

Poof.

Wang Feng's body had one more wound.

Seeing this, Chen Mo shook the sword body slightly, the blood stains on the tip of the sword were swept away, and the corners of his mouth showed a hearty smile when he started eating.

"Seems simple."

Although the other party's attributes are higher than Chen Mo's, Chen Mo's basic body and basic footwork are difficult for the other party to reach.

"Boss, boss, ah......"

Seeing that Chen Mo's sword style was becoming more and more tricky and sharp, as if he had changed into a different person, Wang Feng was terrified, and then he was killed by Chen Mo with three strikes and five divisions by two, and the sword was slashed.

The corpse twitched on the ground.

"Wang Feng!"

When the other four saw this, they were immediately shocked.

Chen Mo seemed to be gradually rising, he felt that he had reached the edge of his own sword technique, but it was like before sneezing, there was a lack of a critical value of the primer, and he couldn't release it.

So Chen Mo looked at the three people in front of Zhang Hu again.

(End of chapter)