The stars shine brightly, and the earth pierces through a thousand intestines.

The two people on the roof stood opposite each other, Wang Feng carried the broken sword as if facing a great enemy, and Li Changkong stood lazily to the side.

Li Changkong, who was fluttering in white, was extremely handsome, and his white and flawless face seemed to be a white jade created by heaven and earth.

Looking at this ordinary young man in front of him, Li Changkong was a little surprised, this young man didn't have any cultivation aura, how could he hurt his eldest brother.

Although the eldest brother has average cultivation talent, he has finally reached the realm of Gongmenhai.

Heaven and earth have aura, and practitioners are born from it. Feeling the aura of heaven and earth, opening up the dantian, and storing a pot of spiritual power is a cornucopia.

Further up, the accumulation of spiritual power is the palace gate sea. Since ancient times, the palace has to prevent fires, and will put a few large vats in front of the palace gate, and this big vat is the palace gate sea. In the first realm of the path of cultivation, if the spiritual power can fill that vat, it can be called the palace gate sea.

There is a desperate barrier between cultivators and mortals, this kid, is it luck?

Li Changkong looked at the young man standing opposite him, the long sword in his hand slowly unsheathed, the smooth sword body as smooth as a mirror reflected a galaxy in the sky, and spiritual power slowly poured out from the dantian to cover the long sword.

The long sword pointed at Wang Feng, and Li Changkong slowly spoke, "Boy, do you have any last words?"

With such a good character, Li Changkong really can't arouse his interest in World War I.

Wang Feng in the dark night looked at Li Changkong's unsheathed long sword, his eyes were gradually covered with an inexplicable brilliance, like a bright gem in this dark night, and the pressure on himself from the person in front of him was extremely terrifying.

Staring at the white-clothed young man in front of him, Wang Feng slowly spoke. "Why don't you ask me why I removed your brother's arm?"

At this time, Wang Feng only realized the identity of this person, he was only a master of the Li family before, but this person was too handsome, too young, as if he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had such strength, he could only be the four masters of Yuancheng, the second son of the Li family, and Li Changlong's younger brother Li Changkong!

"It doesn't matter, delaying time won't allow you to escape from my sword. As soon as the words fell, Li Changkong, who was lazy, suddenly the breath of the whole person was sharp and sharp, and the whole person was like a fairy sword out of the sheath, and he shot out in an instant!

The person in front of him gave Li Changkong a very strange feeling, and for some reason he especially hated those eyes, this disgust had never appeared in his cultivation path, which strengthened the young man's murderous intent.

The two were only one or two feet apart, and such a distance was just a blink of an eye for Li Changkong, one of the four masters of Yuancheng.

Feeling that he was locked by Li Changkong's sword qi, along with the terrifying killing intent, Wang Feng's heart sank to the bottom.

This Li Changkong has already crossed the first realm of transformation, and the mud bodhisattva is standing on the realm of puppeteers.

The terrifying aura suppressed Wang Feng, and the whole person was like a lonely boat swaying in the wind and rain under this suppression, but the long sword in his hand was still unsheathed in an instant, "Guardian Sword!"!

A bright sword light shone, and Wang Feng, who was in a hurry, used the life-saving sword technique in the Sword Sutra, and a sword curtain appeared in front of him, which was a sword curtain formed by the sword speed reaching a terrifying extreme.

A piercing metal clash sounded, and Wang Feng was instantly knocked away, and the whole person was swept away by the sword qi and smashed down from the roof of the inn like a sandbag.

"I'm grass, so strong!" Wang Fengqiang, who had smashed to the ground, sat up, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, looked up at his chest, and there were more than ten blood marks out of thin air.

Li Changkong, who was dressed in white and shengxue, looked at the bloodied young man on the ground with an expressionless face, this person's sword speed was a few points faster than his own, no wonder he could carry his sword without dying.

"I don't have time to play with you. ”

Wang Feng stood up with his sword in his hand, but Li Changkong's voice on the roof came down, and then he saw Li Changkong jumping down in the air, and another sword flew in.

Where does the party Wang Feng have any more power to resist, the pain in his chest drowned out his consciousness, the only thought at the moment is regret, very regretful, he knew that he would slip away directly when they met, although he did not necessarily have the opportunity to escape from this Li Changkong's hands, but at least there was a glimmer of life.

Now I'm going to play myself to death.

Li Changkong flew in the pupils, and the broken strips of cloth on his chest blown by the swept sword qi crackled, and he glanced back at the inn, and there were many guests in the window who were trembling and watching all this.

"In the next life, don't mess with people you can't afford to mess with. Li Changkong, who flew over, spoke again, the invincible sword qi in Wang Feng's eyes was just a sword in Li Changkong's hand.

The long sword had arrived, Wang Feng was in discouragement, and he could only do the battle of the trapped beast, and his right hand trembled and raised the long sword, pointing at Li Changkong.

If he had to die, Wang Feng hoped that his sword would still be pointed at the enemy.

With the sword in this way, Li Changkong has arrived in front of him, coming.

There are no more accidents, there are only two masters in this inn, and there are no other cultivators, even if someone rescues them, they don't have this strength.

Bang dang!

Just when Wang Feng was desperate, he suddenly saw that the long sword that Li Changkong was about to send into his heart was cut into several pieces in an instant, and then he felt that his body was being pulled by someone, and the scene in front of him changed and changed, Li Changkong, the inn, and the streets and alleys were all far away, and disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Is this a sign of the soul leaving the body?" This was too sudden, Wang Feng's whole person was blinded, this speed, like a movie in his mind.

"Hehe, silly boy, are you still alive, are you angry?" Just after Wang Feng muttered to himself, the scene in front of him was not moving, and the voice of a dignified middle-aged man sounded in his ears.

There was no house in sight, there were dark mountain shadows everywhere, and I was on one of the hills, and there was a hazy town below the mountain, with sparse lights flickering in the night.

Wang Feng reacted, turned his head to look at his side, and saw a man in his fifties with a lupine scarf and a long sword on his back standing beside him, with a fairy spirit fluttering and majestic, like the sea.

The cool mountain breeze blew away Wang Feng's dazedness, and turned to bow deeply to the middle-aged man, "Thank you seniors for saving your life!"

This worship is very deep.

The man looked at the young man in front of him, very satisfied, and then said, "Young man, do you know why I saved you?"

"The younger generation doesn't know, I think it's the seniors who have the world in mind, and pity the younger generations. Wang Feng thought about it, but he really couldn't think of knowing such a big master, so he scratched his head and answered truthfully.

"Don't talk about those useless things, just say, what are you kid doing when you ask Tianming?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Feng, and suddenly changed his face, fierce and murderous.

"Tianming? I just want to ask people when it will be bright. Looking at the murderous aura revealed in the man's body, Wang Feng suddenly realized how much trouble his carelessness had brought to him, and in the face of questioning, he could only prevaricate with a reason that a fool would believe.

The middle-aged man at this time was different from the gentleness just now, and the fierce aura emitted became a mountain pressed on Wang Feng's body.

The wound on his chest was bleeding again, Wang Feng was under great pressure, and secretly hated the old man, this "Tianming" was not an organization that everyone shouted and beat and could not see the light, otherwise why would the middle-aged man who originally saved himself suddenly turn his eyes, as if he had a deep hatred with Tianming!

Wang Feng said only a word, and then he didn't speak again, his thin body swayed in the man's terrifying breath, and it could be broken at any time, and his straight spine was about to break.

"That's it, it's a shame to bully you a thin kid, how about we put it another way?" The middle-aged man saw that the kid in front of him was quite persistent, and knew that this kid would probably not be able to hold on if he pressed it any longer, and he would lose his life, so his breath faded and he looked at the kid in front of him step by step.

Wang Feng's face was pale and terrifying, like a dead man. First, he was injured by the sword, which was already the end of the strong crossbow, and now he was shocked by the breath of the middle-aged man, and he was about to go limp immediately, but this breath like a storm faded silently, and he suddenly took a breath, and looked at the middle-aged man with curiosity in his eyes, "What other words?"

"I saved you or not, and you didn't want to die at the time, did you?"

"Yes. ”

"So you don't need my rescue, do you?"

"Yes. ”

"You have to repay you for saving your life, right?"

"Yes. ”

"I'll ask you a question, and you answer truthfully, isn't that too much?"

"Not too much!"

"Okay, what do you have to do with Tianming?"

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

"Of course. ”

On the barren mountain outside this abyss city, one big and one small asked and answered, just like a master and apprentice.

"That's right, say it quickly! I'm in a hurry! My dignified grandmaster can still bully you a little baby who has not cultivated. The middle-aged man was a little impatient, this kid really eats soft and not hard, and sure enough, force is not omnipotent.

What made the middle-aged man speechless the most was that the young man himself had the grace to save his life, he was a great grandmaster, and he also made a bunch of assurances to him, and the boy whose face was as pale as snow took out a pile of paper fragments from his chest and told it eloquently.

The fragment of paper, like a letter.

The man was speechless, thinking that it was this kid who was fighting with someone, and the letter was hidden in his chest, and his chest was slashed by the enemy's long sword, and his body was not saved, and the letter was also sparse.

The Great Grandmaster was very interested, and with the young man's clean eyes, he desperately didn't want to say anything, so a great grandmaster, a young man, pieced together a letter by the faint starlight on this barren mountain.

But as soon as the wind blew, neither of them paid attention, and the fragments were not saved, and flew around.

The man waved his sleeve impatiently, "Forget it, I believe you are." ”

"It's not all your fault, Grand Master, I can't even stop this point from waiting. ”

"Why don't you block it?"

"I'm not a Grand Master?"

......

Wang Feng told him about being ordered by his master to enter Tianming, but he didn't think that he would fight with Li Changkong by mistake, but the great grandmaster of Tianming came to the door by himself.

It turned out that the two were not meeting for the first time, the middle-aged man's name was Bingpeng, but he was the deputy hall master of Tianming, and he had important things to do in this abyss city, but unfortunately he met a person who inquired about Tianming everywhere in the city, so he became interested, and followed this young man all the way.

Now that Wang Feng has come to the road, the great grandmaster Bingpeng suddenly realized, it seems that there has been such a thing, once a person ran away from Tianming, and the letter is estimated to have been written by that person himself.

Bingpeng handed Wang Feng a pill, and did not forget to count a few rounds of "stupid", so openly inquiring about Tianming, fortunately in this small town far away, otherwise ten lives would not be enough.