The time of coming to this world is still short, and the foundation of Zhang Yan's sword intent comes from the throbbing in the depths of his soul, or the experience on earth.

For the water industry, thanks to the developed television broadcast, the power of nature, and the hatred of the family and the country, the national feelings and other factors are mixed.

If the earthquake that was broadcast live on TV at the time was Mexico, Somalia, or some other country, it would not have left such a deep imprint on his soul.

It's like what does that Da, the massacre that took place, have anything to do with him? I can't even remember his name until now.

The line of metallographic is the line with the deepest understanding of the predecessor, and it is also the most primitive direction of the Dao and sword techniques of the Jishan Sect. Before starting his own business, he had nearly ten years of work experience in large-scale industrial and mining enterprises, dealing with metal machinery every day, and accumulated a lot of insights into Jinxing.

But earth, fire, and wood......

I have visited the boundless primeval forest, known about the forest fires that burned for months, known about the earthquake that killed and injured hundreds of thousands of people, and personally visited the Sahara that can spare the entire United States.

None of these could leave a trace as deep as water and gold in his heart.

The five elements are not balanced, first the wood row, then the fire row. The fire line was broken halfway, and it was impossible to draw strength from the fire line sword momentum by relying on fire to generate earth. The Earth Movement Sword that was purely driven by the Earth Movement Sword Intent in his heart appeared weak, and then it was destroyed by the Golden Wing Dao people in one fell swoop.

The newly generated Golden Row Sword is under extreme pressure.

In the sword intent, all kinds of irrelevant, scattered, and weak perceptions were stripped away, leaving only the purest, deepest memory, and even the experience that he himself had already ignored.

Weighing 22,000 tons and with a total height of 42 meters, a large die forging machine with more than 10 floors of residential buildings is stamped and falling, and the huge metal block is compressed and kneaded like a dough by this incomparable force, and the dough changes shape like a dough......

This is the ultimate power of human industry!

Even after many years, the surface layer has faded away, and the shocking feeling at that time has always remained in the depths of his soul, constituting the core of Zhang Yanjinxing's sword intent.

The sword intent is sharpened, and the sword momentum is becoming more and more pure.

The great river goes eastward, rushing to the sea unstoppable!

Among the twenty-seven styles of Zhang Yanfen's sword technique, in addition to the "sword of no return", the most direct and mighty attack sword style.

It is said that there is a hidden killing machine in the change, and this sword is not as good as "the first bloom of red flowers and snowflakes", and it is far inferior to "the sword of no return".

But this style of sword is as its name, "the river is unstoppable", and there is a majestic and unstoppable artistic conception in the sword momentum.

The name is the river, and in the feeling of Zuo Guangming, it is like a huge piece of steel, fierce and fierce, and it is coming towards him.

Before it was contacted, the mind had already called the police urgently.

Zuo Guangming said in his heart: "I have advanced to nectar, how can I be forced to retreat by a kid who has not yet touched the limit of divine light?" The yellow face was distorted, the fierce light in his eyes burst out, and he shouted: "It's a good time!" A pair of steel wings on his back were golden and bright, fused together, as if a small sun appeared on the hillside.

The stars sink and the moon sets, the earth turns and the sky spins, the two collide directly, Zhang Yan only feels that his body is uncontrollable, and the scenery on all sides changes rapidly, blurry, and bored and nauseated.

Wang Shiyuan, who had long been unable to intervene in the battle between the two, stretched out his hand to pick up Zhang Yan and helped him stand firm on the slope, Zhang Yan came to his senses and understood that he was knocked out in the head-on collision just now.

Hundreds of zhang away in the sky, Zuo Guangming, who looked very embarrassed, had stabilized his body, gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them. The fragments of feather blades that had been shattered by Zhang Yan's sword were flying back to his shoulders from everywhere.

The golden wings that radiated light behind them regrouped, and the left bright steel wings flapped, approaching and killing again.

"Are you alright?"

Faced with Wang Shiyuan's question, Zhang Yan smiled bitterly: "Not good! Very bad!" The hands and feet were weak, the whole body was in severe pain, and the spirit was tired, and he didn't even know where to fly on the yellow sword, so he really couldn't say the word "good". He didn't even have the strength to use his divine sense to summon the yellow sword back into his hand, and it was impossible to fight any longer.

"That's only me, I hope Senior Brother will get out of the customs as soon as possible!" Wang Shiyuan commanded the "Wind" to fly up, blocking between the Golden Wing Dao and the two.

"I wanted it to be resolved peacefully, but I didn't expect to underestimate you and suffer death!"

......

In the northeast of Changshan, outside the scope of the poisonous dragon stream formation, in a small mountain col, I don't know when a small and exquisite thatched hut was built. Although the walls are made of wooden planks and the thatched roof is paved, it does not look simple at all.

Above the clouds, a sword light fell, and the heroic sword immortal who appeared with the sword light was none other than the famous former disciple on Shuiyun Mountain, Yimu Sensen Liang Mucheng, who was the seventeenth on the Cheng Dan list.

In the starry light, along with his clear sword light, there was another sword light that was black in gold.

"Where is Brother Liang, why don't you stay and get closer to your younger brother!"

"Mu Minglang, do you have to go against me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, I just want to ask Brother Liang for a little more advice!"

The two of them spoke, and as their bodies fell, the two flying swords kept showing their own means and fighting endlessly.

Finally, Liang Mucheng was slightly better, found a gap, temporarily got rid of Mu Minglang's entanglement, and landed in the mountain col.

With his feet on the ground, all the anxiety on his face was put away, Liang Mucheng stood in front of the door and tidied up for a while, and waited until his breathing was completely stable, then he knocked three times on the wooden door of the thatched hut and pushed the door in.

On the outside, this hut looks like a temporary dwelling built by hunters in the mountains, but inside it is brightly lit and neatly furnished, which is indescribably elegant.

Three or two freshly blooming mountain flower branches compete for beauty, and a Baoding curls out green smoke.

A black clay oil lamp shines brightly, illuminating the room as if it were day.

In addition to a few cases where vases are placed in the corners, there is also a pattern table by the window.

Two monks in wide robes and large sleeves are sitting next to the chessboard, concentrating on the game.

Seeing Liang Mucheng coming in, the main seat was tied in a bun, with a little white silk in his black hair, and the man in the Taoist robe laughed, pushed the table and stood up, and said: "Brother Yuwen Dao, it seems that the poor Dao won the game first!"

The monk opposite him stood up when he heard this, and laughed softly: "Tonight is over, come back another day to find a fellow Taoist to compete again." ”

I saw that he was tall, wearing a Xuanqing Ge sermon robe, with a hem only reaching the knees, a mountain vine as a belt around his waist, a bearded face, unkempt, but he had a heroic spirit. Standing up, it really feels like you're standing up to the sky.

"Okay, let's go, don't send it!" The green-robed Taoist priest put away the chess pieces, and the warm and clear black and white jade returned to the dark purple almost black chess piece jar with the movements of his hand, releasing a pleasant sound.

Then the chess piece reminded him that Liang Mucheng got rid of the influence of the tall monk who had just left on his mind, came back to his senses, walked into the chessboard, and said respectfully: "Master, there is something wrong with Erya. ”

"I already know that Yuwen Tiangong is here for this. If Mu Minglang could stop you just now, as a teacher, he would not be able to intervene in the changes that happened in the poisonous dragon stream. If you can enter here to report, Yuwen Daoyou can't stop you. Now that you're standing here, there's no need to worry about anything else. ”

"Yes!" Liang Mucheng respectfully agreed, and after a while, he couldn't help but say again: "The one who is in danger is the descendant of Patriarch Wang back then, and now the descendant of Wang Shiyuan, a disciple of the inner sect of Benshan, and Senior Brother Yunlin. ”

"Yun Lin has accepted a good apprentice, and Senior Brother Feng Qian has obtained a good apprentice, congratulations!" the green-robed Taoist nodded slightly in approval.

"The Wu Ma family of the Poison Sect has ignored the warnings of the master and your old man, and has repeatedly caused trouble, do you see if it is ......?"

"It's not a warning! The sky and the earth are big, this is not Shuiyun Mountain, and the Poison Sect is not a subordinate of this sect......" The Taoist shook his hand and smiled: "It is rumored that the Python Poison Demon will be the same vein as the Python Poison Mountain Tongtian Demon Python back then, and the Poison Sect is the native of the Python Poison Mountain for 10,000 years, and it is vaguely entangled with the Tongtian Demon Python back then, and I want them to stop, I don't have such a heavy weight." My letter was just a reminder, not a warning, let alone a ban. Besides, the little girl of the Wuma family is not completely ignorant of the severity...... Look, isn't that all right?"

Anyone who knows a little about Shuiyun Mountain can guess when they hear this conversation, isn't that the contemporary elder of Shuiyunmen, one of the most active real people in the past ten years, Yiyao Zhenren?

Through the spell unfolded by Yi Yao Zhenren, Liang Mucheng clearly glimpsed the changes that happened in the mirror crack yin and yang, and sneered: "The little girl of the Wuma family is really careful enough! It's a pity that she doesn't know that it is not this door that clears the scene." Master, your old man gave the Flying Sword of the Poison Sect a book, if Wu Ma Xingbo's two sons and daughters were folded here, would it ......?"

Xiuzhen asked, but he had a clear conscience! Whether Wu Ma Xingbo and the Yan Poison Sect misunderstood or not, how could I care? For Wu Ma Yangxia's sake, when the time comes, if they can take care of it, they will protect them together. ”

"Yes!" Liang Mucheng nodded in agreement, turned around and went out, and Edgeworth left.

"The world is like a tide, people are like water, only sigh a few people in the rivers and lakes to return to ......" Yi Yao, who was dressed in Taoist clothes, sighed softly, still young, and looked like a thick tiredness on the faces of people in their thirties, giving people a deep feeling of twilight.

When Xi Yaozi and Liang Mucheng talked about Wu Ma Xingbo, a pair of sisters and brothers of the Wu Ma family were also talking about Zhang Yan.

The clouds are deep and foggy.

In the mirror crack yin and yang of the second layer of the Poison Dragon Stream Formation, even at the peak of daylight at noon, it was still a dim yellow color, like a huge yellow veil of translucent light, enveloping the entire world.

At dawn, the dusk is even worse. Except that the color of the sky turned from black to yellow, the stars receded, and the silver moon disappeared, the light between heaven and earth not only did not increase, but gave people the feeling of decreasing.

In the twilight of the dawn, only the morning breeze was as cool as outside, and the hunt blew the pure blue robes.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Wang, I'm sorry for the two of you! Brother Zuo was anxious, and when he heard me talk about the python poisonous demon soul, he secretly wrote it down...... The fault of this matter is on me, and please don't hold a grudge against Brother Zuo. ”

"It's just that the python venom demon soul is indeed very important to this sect, and after the two recovers from their injuries, the little sister will make amends to the two senior brothers. Just a pill, talk about apologies. ”