Wu Qingfeng was confused, what kind of wind did the surname Xu smoke, this sword was so heavy, where it was like fighting, as if he was full of resentment and wanted to sprinkle it on himself, Wu Qingfeng was not good at stubble, where was the surname Xu to spread wildness here.

Wu Qingfeng dragged his tired footsteps, and sacrificed the sword with his heart, and in an instant, there was a small world of the sword with his heart for several miles, Xu Tianran knew that he had no chance of winning against Wu Qingfeng in the small world of the sword with his heart, but the newly conceived natal flying sword had been unsheathed and could not be recovered.

I saw a green shirt falling like a cyan rainbow, the Qingfeng Sword intersected head-on, between the lightning and flint, under the gaze of more than a thousand disciples of the Sword Sect, the "boom" loud sound was like thunder, a burst of spiritual power exploded, and Xu Tianran, whose upper body was naked and exposed his strong muscles, was picked up by the Qingfeng Sword with a sword, and fell to the ground on his back, like a falling wood.

Wu Qingfeng was extremely shocked in his heart, he hadn't seen Xu Tianran turn into a god for a month, although he had long known that the surname Xu had been able to suppress the realm, but if he didn't fight back with all his strength when he first entered the god realm, he was afraid that he would be poked a hole by the surname Xu.

Xu Tianran's hair was scattered, his long black hair was draped behind him, and he flipped in the air and landed lightly.

Wu Qingfeng's sword hung high above his head, holding the Qingfeng sword in his hand, calm and calm.

Xu Tianran breathed a long sigh of relief, the depressed aura in his heart was swept away, and he was startled, if it wasn't for the white peacock to stop him, he would have to ask the Sword Heavenly Dao with all his might, but it was just a sparse Transformation God Realm, and it was not a matter of Heavenly Dao's heavenly punishment. I'm afraid that as long as a purple thunder falls, he will be wiped out, Xu Tianran thought of this, his back was sweating profusely, and he must not be reckless in the future, and he lost his life in vain. It's just that when immersed in the collection of poems in the cottage, the depressed aura in Xu Tianran's heart will rise, and once he can't control it, he will act recklessly, like an evil god who wants to destroy the world, Xu Tianran thinks about it carefully, and he still has to be more careful.

Wu Qingfeng looked at Xu Tianran, who was disheveled and half naked, and said dissatisfied: "The surname Xu, do you want to die?"

Xu Tianran trembled, he seemed to be really annoyed by Wu Qingfeng, although he was at the top of the Qingyun list, but his strength was a little bit Xu Tianran was still very sober, dreaming back at midnight, Xu Tianran always felt strange when he thought of this matter, how could he become the top of the Qingyun list when he was only a three-legged cat at that time, could it be that Lao Bai or Mr. bought Tianji Pavilion? However, Xu Tianran dispelled this idea again, it seems that Tianji Pavilion and Mr. Bai have a grudge, deliberately embarrassing himself, he just wants to walk the rivers and lakes, see the world, with such a big title on his head, where can he walk the rivers and lakes safely. Could it be that Lao Bai robbed the pavilion master's wine when he was young, or did Mr. hook up with the pavilion master's daughter-in-law. Otherwise, he has never provoked Tianji Pavilion, why is he so embarrassed by himself?

Since it is a sword, naturally you can't lose the momentum, Lao Bai said that if you lose the momentum of the fight, you will lose half of it first.

Xu Tianran held the natal flying sword that had just been conceived, the slender blade was shining cold, and it was the first battle of the natal flying sword that he had realized to meet the enemy, so he couldn't weaken his momentum without a name, and he held his fist and said: "Qingshan Town, Xu Tianran, ask Wu Qingfeng of the Sword Sword Sect, the natal flying sword chariot." ”

The white peacock lay lazily on the clouds, leisurely drinking a little wine, smiling at the green shirt and asking the sword his little apprentice, and muttered: "Xu Xiaozi named the new sword the military chariot, it seems that he has not forgotten his roots, and he has learned from your poem to name your poem, you are lucky, but I am sorry that no one inherits my full of poems." ”

Wu Qingfeng has a quiet nature, loves to drink wolfberry tea, is good at health preservation, not to mention whether he will brag as heroically as himself, that is, he doesn't talk much, although Wu Qingfeng has followed him since he was a child, but he has always disliked his noise in his heart, likes to be quiet and does not like to move, and he does not even drink wine. The white peacock naturally knew that if he forcibly passed on his way to Wu Qingfeng, it would only trample on this seedling with wonderful bones, even if he was reluctant to give up, the white peacock still passed on the way of poetry and Buddha to Wu Qingfeng.

I don't think of the poetry and Buddha, as soon as I mentioned that guy, the white peacock suddenly drank a few more pots of wine, and the two of them were naturally opposed, and they were more entangled in love, and they never interacted before they died. The white peacock looks down on his poems that moaned without illness, such as the fall of osmanthus flowers and the quiet spring mountains at night. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. The world praises the poetry of Foshan Mountain and the water poem of the world, the charm is faint, there are paintings in the poems, there are poems in the paintings, the interest is far-reaching, and it is fascinating. Even Princess Yuzhen actually likes the poems of this house, which is enough to make the white peacock angry, fortunately the white peacock and the poetry Buddha are also tired of each other, but they did not embarrass their friends, all the parties are fun, there is no poetry Buddha with white peacocks, there is no white peacock with poetry Buddha, this has become a well-known scene in the capital.

The white peacock playing in the world did not come to his heart for no reason to flash a trace of melancholy, remembering the haunting Jingting Mountain, looking at each other and never getting tired of each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Wu Qingfeng is a decent gentleman, since the surname Xu sincerely asks the sword, as a young swordsman with the highest rank in the Sword Sect, he naturally wants to give the surname Xu a good lesson, Wu Qingfeng's heart moved, returned the sword to the sheath with his heart, held the Qingfeng sword and hugged his fist and said: "Wu Qingfeng of the Sword Sect, saber Qingfeng, natal flying sword as you like." ”

Xu Tianran didn't know what was special about the new Natal Flying Sword at all, and in the face of Wu Qingfeng not bringing Changping and Qiushui, I was afraid that he would not be able to please Xiao Wuzi in front of him. But having asked the sword, where can he retreat.

Xu Tianran held the military chariot tightly with both hands, and felt the continuous flow of spiritual power in his body, is this the strength of the Transformation God Realm? Xu Tianran felt that the spiritual power tide in his body was faintly golden, and the spiritual power was becoming thicker and thicker, and the spiritual power contained in his body was much stronger than that of the Jindan Realm, as if he could go over mountains and rivers with a single move.

Wu Qingfeng was unwilling to defeat Xu Tianran in the small world of the Sword Sect, especially in front of the eyes of the Sword Sect, he wanted to defeat this little Xu Zi with the top of the Qingyun List on his head, and give the Sword Sect a reassurance.

Xu Tianran had just gotten the military chariot, and he didn't know the true power of the military chariot, so he could only sacrifice Shu Dao, a slender embroidery needle hovered in the center of his eyebrows, and his narrow eyes looked at Wu Qingfeng quietly, and the incineration trick automatically flowed, and the killing intent flowed slowly like flowing water.

The corners of Wu Qingfeng's mouth were slightly upturned, and the Qingfeng Sword was easily and gently stabbed, and Xu Tianran was planning to defend first and then attack.

Wu Qingfeng snorted lightly, no matter what Xiao Xuzi planned, his sword heart was pure and he was indomitable. Xu Tianran will never forget in his life, Wu Qingfeng is in a secluded grate, the sword is extremely fast, but time seems to have stood still, and he saw Xiao Wuzi's long clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth, seemingly sitting alone in the secluded grate, dancing the sword like playing the piano and roaring.

In an instant, Xu Tianran saw a beautiful picture in his eyes, the forest people didn't know, and the bright moon came to take pictures. Xu Tianran only heard the crisp sound of the sword being retracted, and his divine sense was already deeply intoxicated by the beautiful picture, and even the onlookers of the Sword Sect disciples were also fascinated.

However, when he woke up from a dream, the disciples of the Sword Sect all felt as if they were in a different world, and the moment Xu Tianran woke up, he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood and fell straight down.

The white peacock took another sip of wine melancholy, looked at the location of Jingting Mountain from afar, and raised a glass to invite Mingyue, but Mingyue was just a short-lived phantom of Wu Qingfeng, and the three of them had disappeared before they could face each other in the future.

A thousand years ago, the white peacock's heart cherished the most cherished Princess Yuzhen died of illness and was buried in Jingting Mountain. recalled that he had been uninhibited all his life, and the wine was in the bowels, seven points were brewed into moonlight, and the remaining three points were whistling into sword qi, and when he spit out his embroidered mouth, he was half of the Tang Dynasty. Who knows, at the foot of Jingting Mountain, Li Taibai, who is carrying the two great fortunes of poetry and swordsmanship, actually dissipated his spiritual power, just like a mortal cutting his wrists, just waiting for the blood to run out, and his life was whimpering.

The white peacock glanced at the rivers and lakes, the world, and muttered: "There is nothing good in the rivers and lakes, and the wine and women are good." After drinking enough, women have also loved, and this life is in vain, perhaps, in the future, no one will remember that there is a poet and a swordsman, his name is Li Taibai. ”

In an instant, the white peacock's slowly lost spiritual power flowed backwards, and the drooping old body was rejuvenating at a speed visible to the naked eye, the white hair on his head gradually turned black, and the skin covered with folds regained its delicacy and luster.

The white peacock looked at the sky, threw the wine jug in his hand into the sky, some people tried their best for immortality, the white peacock was hopeful of immortality, but he was helpless to have luck, that is, he wanted to dissolve and dissipate between heaven and earth by himself.

One night, the threshold of the land fairy realm that the white peacock struggled to suppress was like a rotten door, and it turned into ashes when a gust of wind blew, but in just one night, it went straight to the heavenly fairyland, and one person occupied the two seats of the poetry fairy and the sword fairy, but in the eyes of the white peacock himself, in fact, Li Taibai was dead.

The white peacock woke up from the memories and regained his old look, looking at Xu Xiaozi's bleak appearance, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, Xiao Qingfeng really had a long face, but his hand was still too light, and he didn't break a few ribs of Xu Xiaozi at once, I'm afraid that Xu Xiaozi will come to the door and try again soon.

Qingfeng sword returned to the sheath, and Wu Qingfeng left with a flutter. The chest of the disciples of the Sword Sect unconsciously straightened up, our Sword Sect is still the strongest sect in the world, because our World Walking Wu Xiao Sword Immortal is the number one genius in the world.

A sentence Wu Xiaojian Immortal is not that Wu Qingfeng is young, but that he is young, and a swordsman who has entered a product in the rivers and lakes will be honored as a sword immortal, and Wu Qingfeng, who has already turned into a god, is a real great sword immortal, but he is too young, and the people in the rivers and lakes unconsciously added a small word in front of his name, which gave rise to the name of Wu Xiaojian Immortal who made the Jianghu fairy fascinated.

A short man silently appeared in the crowd, gently picked up Xu Tianran, and left slowly without saying a word.

There was a slender sword wound on Xu Tianran's chest, the wound was not deep, but there was a sword aura like a maggot on the tarsal bone eroding the wound, which made Xu Tianran, who was in a coma, moan softly. What a sore spot this is, Xu Tianran can feel the pain, the Qianxun realm is low, it can't help much, and there is not even a way to treat the injury, who makes himself just a little grandmaster realm monk, where can he dissolve the sword qi of the peak monk of the god realm.

The disciples of the Sword Sect collectively watched Xu Tianran go away, and they did not despise it in their hearts, they knew deeply that Xu Tianran was very strong, but our Wu Xiao Sword Immortal was stronger.

Guan Tong and Xiao Dilong were wielding bamboo knives in the courtyard, thinking that they were like two masters of the rivers and lakes, but in Qiao'er's eyes, they were like two fighting cocks fighting in close quarters, and they didn't have the demeanor of a master at all.

Qianxun carried his master into the house, Xiao Dilong saw that the master's face was pale, and there was faint blood dripping, and he just hurriedly collected the bamboo knife, so he ran over to visit the master, but he didn't expect to collect the knife too quickly, Guan Tong didn't have time to react, and a knife slashed heavily on the small ground dragon's head.

Xiao Dilong didn't suffer any pain, didn't run back with his head, and said anxiously: "Uncle Qian, has Master's old injury recurred?"

Chihiro said lightly: "It's just that I lost the fight." ”

Guan Tong also came over, muttered a small mouth, and said angrily: "Who hurt Master, I'll go to him to settle accounts." ”

Chihiro said calmly: "The master asked Jian Wu Qingfeng, he lost, but it was no big deal, and it would be no big deal when Mr. Broken Water came back to heal him." ”

Xiao Dilong said timidly: "Is Wu Qingfeng very powerful, how could Master lose?"

Chihiro didn't know how to answer the words of the two children, so she could only say truthfully: "It's very powerful, but I believe that the master can get back to the field." ”

Everyone present nodded surprisingly in unison, full of confidence in the unconscious Xu Tianran. As everyone knows, this confidence made Xu Tianran suffer a lot.