Hidden Blade held the Long Yao Sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he looked at the broken sword with white light in the Lingering Singer, and couldn't help but shake his head. In the next move, the hidden blade threw the king sword in his hand to Yingruge, and the change of the originally dazzling golden Wang Jianlongyao in the process of landing deep into the earth was also quite interesting.

Long Yao received the light in an instant, and the golden sword that was originally shiny began to rust one after another, until the sword went deep into the earth, and it was already a rusty broken copper and iron.

"Why don't you use this one, and I ······"

The hidden blade stretched forward, as if grasping into the invisible air, and grasped another sword, a jade sword in its early three feet, a jade sword made of transparent blue jade.

"This sword is called Qinglian Tianyin, don't blame the swordsman not only for bullying the small with the big, but also for bullying you with an artifact!"

Haunting Ruge's mouth that was not covered by the black wood armor, the thin lips were slightly hooked, interesting, interesting. Although an immortal cultivator is rare in ten thousand, he is very interested in the immortal cultivator in front of him who has separated himself from the world.

The first time I thought this kind of person was interesting, I was afraid that it was the first time I met Yan Xiao.

At that time, Yan Xiao was not as good as he is now, and he saw that the man was riding a phoenix bird with flames, a robe as red as blood, a knife and a sword on his back, and his long hair was also a little red, caressed by the wind.

Yan Xiao didn't mean to ask, but just said: "Boy, from today onwards, you will be the thirteen disciples of the Buddha-figure." ”

Ying Ruge did not refuse, he wanted revenge, and he also knew that the person in front of him had the power that the world could not fight against, and he was willing.

Looking at the hidden blade of this self-proclaimed swordman, the appearance of a thin old man, but like Yan Xiao, he may have lived for hundreds of years, and he is an old monster.

This guy took out a total of two swords, the first was Long Yao, who was called Wang Jian, in his hand was a golden sword made of gold, which was as bright as gold, and when it was thrown to the ground, it was like broken copper and rust;

This sword is called "Qinglian Tianyin", could this jade sword be a literary sword?

Don't give Yingruge time to think about it, hide the urging force under the feet, like an arrow from the string shooting at Yingruge at a very fast speed.

Yingru singer interrupted the swing of the sword, and the sword qi shot by the hidden blade was still three zhang away from Yingruge, and the broken blade in his hand, which was still more than a foot long, was also cracked like a pot.

Ying Ruge flashed the sword qi sideways, and dodged a few more swords, he looked down at the broken sword in his hand that only had the hilt left, and put the broken sword on the ground respectfully.

With a loud shout, the red light on his body flashed, and a flame pattern with a diameter of six or seven zhang appeared behind him, and his eyes changed from black and white to monochrome red. The momentum is extraordinary, like the god of war possessed, it's a pity, it's a pity, but after a few gaps, the pattern behind him is like glass shattering, the red light on his body is gone, and his eyes are back to black and white.

Hidden Blade laughed and was born, and said contemptuously: "Oh, isn't the Ghost Controlling Venerable completely devoid of any immortal power, what's the matter, today he actually mentions immortal energy, it's a pity, but it's useless." ”

Yingruge didn't care, but he wasn't ready to hold on any longer, and flew towards the rusty sword dragon Yao that was deep in the earth.

For three years, since three years ago, Thirteen Hates was sealed into the New Year's Hall by Qin Yue'er, and he never held a sword again. Now holding this rusty sword, he took a deep breath, opened his angry eyes again, and let out a loud shout, emitting countless sword qi from his body.

The hidden blade instinctively retreated, and hurriedly swung dozens of sword qi to protect himself. He actually smiled, and his thin old face was still a little kind in his smile.

"Qinglian Tianyin, in an instant!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the glow in the sky, but it was the sword qi falling from the nine thousand zhang clouds. In an instant, it is indeed beautiful like a dream, like a colorful glow, and like a transparent glass.

Although Yingruge's face was cold, he secretly scolded in his heart, this animal is like a sword, who has a sword that can turn nine thousand zhang of qi energy into sword qi and shoot it down?

But even if you scold the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Tibetan Blade in your heart, what's the use?

Suddenly, Yingruge's eyes opened, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I saw him concentrating and lifting his breath, and the sword moves that had been sealed for a long time reappeared in the dust, and the corners of his mouth slightly squeezed out a few words: "White Cloud World, Endless Sea of Flowers!"

In the past, Hongchen rode alone and became famous with sword moves, endless flowers.

The person did not move, the qi of the whole body gathered in the sword, and shot into the sky, the sword qi condensed, turning into a yellow flower that slowly fell in the sky.

Xiaguang is on the flowers, the sword qi released from the inside and outside is so beautiful, from a distance, few people will believe that this is a sword, more will think that the two people are playing tricks.

The strong moves counteracted, just for a moment, lingering like a song to find back the feeling that I haven't had for many years, the kind of sword in the world in my hand at my own fast and chic.

But for some reason, two lines flowed out of the face armor, and the Ghost Hunter Venerable of the Dusk Cold Building actually cried.

Even so, the next action was without hesitation, holding Long Yao in his hand, and stabbing out with a sword!

Qinglian Tianyin, the whole body is jade, and the rusty sword touches it, but it feels more like cutting on a three-zhang thick city wall.

Lingering like a song to raise the power of the yuan, the rusty sword dragon shines brightly, revealing the appearance of the golden deity.

Lingering like a song was overjoyed in his heart, the dragon pattern sword killed the move, and then stabbed out a sword. The hidden blade was unhurried, and Qinglian Tian blocked the side sword, and there was a sound of blades handing over metal. Lingering like a song, Qinglian Tianyin flew out of his hand, there was a chance to take advantage of it, and another sword stabbed out, straight to the opponent's eyebrows. The hidden blade's footsteps did not move for half a minute, and he saw that the two fingers of his right hand were one, and the cold of Sen Sen attacked, lingering like a song to collect the sword, and his body swirled around and knocked down the Qinglian Tianyin. The eyes that are not covered by the visor are a little unbelievable, swordsmanship?

Qinglian Tianyin swam around the hidden blade, happy as a fish in the water.

"Let you be a demon or a Buddha, block, kill!"

A sword is faster than a sword, a sword is more ruthless than a sword, the hidden blade man still hasn't moved, the Qinglian Tianyin skillfully blocked every sword, and took advantage of the momentum to stab out every sword, lingering like a song gradually falling down.

Suddenly, the golden sword dragon yao wrapped the green mang, and the sword aura was unprecedented, and the hidden blade that was originally as easy as teasing the young servant couldn't help but move the corners of his eyes slightly. The movement of the clothes is fast, and the handprint of the right hand can be seen to be clenched into a fist, and the index finger and little finger are straight. The surrounding atmosphere was circulating, and the green mangs on Long Yao's sword also began to be blown by the strong wind, and they were not dispersed.

"Demon Dao!"

Hidden Blade was stunned, and his face changed in an instant. The originally thin face generally became white and fat, and then the fat face slowly retracted, and the whole face became very resolute, with eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, and he was completely a beautiful man with extraordinary bearing. This handsome face after the transformation was full of fox smiles, and his words were quite shy: "You, you, are the same as your master when he was young, if you win, you are capable, and if you lose, the other party is out of a thousand." ”

In the next moment, the hidden blade didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and saw a pink wind-breaking wall coming to kill him. The white-clothed hand raised slightly, and the Qinglian Tianyin returned to protect the master, even so, that sword qi was also forced back by nearly twenty steps to hold the hidden blade of the Qinglian Tianyin.

The wind dispersed, and then looked at this down-and-out household, the swordsman hid the blade and lost the previous evil smile, and with a wave of the sword, Qinglian Tianyin turned into a green jade folding fan, and clenched it in his hand.

"A ghost child, why bother?"

"It's the Tao, it's the devil, it's the fairy, what does it have to do with me. In the same way, whether this doll is dead or reincarnated, what does it have to do with you?"

Hidden Blade smiled, and actually had a feeling of hating iron and steel, and said: "It's not easy for a child to cultivate like this, why don't you use the immortal method as a counterpart?"

The song is not ambiguous, but it is a bit like a hooligan in the market who can't beat it: "The eight-year covenant has not arrived, and swordsmanship can also slaughter three thousand immortals." ”

The tone was so big, the hidden blade actually smiled, the jade fan clapped his hands, and sighed a few times, this kid is quite likable. Swordsmanship can also slaughter three thousand immortals? Interesting and interesting, can you give you another ten years? Maybe let yourself see the picture of you killing gods and immortals, with only three feet of Qingfeng!

It's like today, you should have pulled the sixth child over, and the road that this stinky boy paved for Xiao Thirteen by himself should continue to pave it.

But this little thing, I'm afraid I don't need the sixth ghost to come over, I can't do it myself.

Seeing that his hand was raised, Da Lang's soul body was forcibly separated from Yingruge's body, his whole body was wrapped in white light, and his body slowly floated up.

Hidden Blade waved his hand, his handsome face frowned slightly, and shouted angrily: "Stand down!"

Ying Ruge saw that although Da Lang was floating in the air, he was not uncomfortable at all, so he calmed down, and then looked at the hidden blade, and his pupils dilated. This person is actually guided by his body, absorbing the yin qi of heaven and earth to gather the child's yin body, waiting for the remaining yang to disperse, not afraid of daylight or ghosts, and similarly, not in the Three Realms and the Five Elements does not enter reincarnation.

The hidden blade turned his head to look at the lingering song, and still had the smiling face that made people want to go up and slap two mouths: "Yan Xiao and the swordsman are gracious, and the swordsman knows that Yan Xiao will give three magic weapons to each disciple he receives, and this ghost servant is a gift from the swordsman on his behalf." Forget to say, although this son can get the entity by day, but he has removed the reincarnation of the name of the swordsman, and if you want him to be reincarnated as a human again, it depends on your cultivation. ”

The hidden blade turned his head and exposed his back to Yingruge, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, he invisibly turned into a long sword with a whole body of ink, and the long sword floated halfway up his waist. Hidden Blade stood on tiptoe slightly, stepped on the long sword, and the sword flew away, like a sword fairy.

Looking at Da Lang again, he looked at his little hands and feet, and touched his smooth head again, extremely excited. He has finally become no different from ordinary children.

The young Yingruge asked Bai Yun, and he asked timidly, "Mother, since someone can soar through the clouds and fog, can someone be able to control the sword for thousands of miles?"

Bai Yun was extremely angry, angrily denouncing the sword art as not the right way, and the swordsman, only with a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand can he be worthy of his heart.

Now it seems that the art of the sword is really pulling the wind.

These days, the streets of the city are full of strange people, and some people can recognize who these strange people are. The four carrying the coffin are the four sons of Bohai, and they usually carry the coffin on their backs, either for others or for themselves; the man and the woman seem to be ordinary boys and girls, and those who dare to underestimate them have already been sent to the underworld by dividing their bodies into five sections; there are also double-knife Arhat Muwei, cloth clothes Tai Sui Ge Qianqiu......

Zhong Xihou held his sword, and he stood on the roof of the inn, his eyes as deep and sharp as a falcon. His behavior undoubtedly made the City Patrol Division's head tingle and headache, and it stands to reason that unless the government barracks, or the dart bureau where the butterflies are registered, no matter how bad they are, they must be registered bounty hunters, and only these people can carry swords and swords.

I don't know why, just last night, the second son's cronies suddenly issued an order to get up tomorrow morning and strengthen the patrol of the city. At first, I thought it was something important, but when I asked, the man added that he would no longer stop people from wearing swords and swords from tomorrow. This order, for Lieutenant Li Badou, can be described as a thunderbolt, isn't this going to tire them out of the city patrol division?

And why did you do this, it is rumored that several famous swordsmen have come to Jinling, including Zhong Xihou, the lord of the Western Lands.

At the beginning, the lieutenant of the City Patrol Division, Li Badou, also thought that the lord of the fief was not allowed to enter other people's fiefdoms at will, and violators could be arrested for rebellion. But the subordinates reminded the lieutenant that the city that never sleeps in the West is the only exception, self-reliant and self-governing, and Zhongxihou has no official in addition to being the lord of a city, which can be regarded as a strange existence.

All of a sudden, a large number of strange people poured into Jinling, Zhong Xihou forgot, he is also a strange person, if people know that he is Zhong Xihou, this city capital may be even more stormy.

"The cold lord of the Qinglou is proud of the martial arts, and the four little ghosts of the Zhong family have come to ask for advice. When the sound fell, four figures stood on the branches outside the house, one of them was extremely tall, one was extremely thin, one was extremely short, and one was extremely fat. The thin one is not low, slightly hunchbacked, and his long hair hangs straight down, "Lord Wangleng will teach you." ”

Zhong Xihou is confused, Lord Leng?

He had heard of this name, Lord Leng, who was the master of the Good Torture Hall in the Qinglou, that is, the fellow disciple of his red-clothed little junior brother. Hou Ye hooked his lips and smiled, he understood why they would mistake him for that Leng Buyu who had never been defeated today, and Zhongxi Hou was also a swordsman unparalleled in the world, they exuded the same aura, and there was no need to make the sword still sword aura.

Zhong Xihou knew that this kind of person could be described as the most difficult, but it was not easy to refuse, so he took out the dancing sword in his arms, and the figure flew out, his body was white, and his shape was like floating clouds.

The cold lord has seven stars, six swords, three long and three short.

Not only is the Dancing Goose Sword more famous than the Seven-Star Sword, but of course Zhongxi Hou is more famous than Leng Buyu, even if you don't know his appearance or his name, but when it comes to the Dancing Goose Sword or the Dancing Sword, it must be Zhongxi Hou.

The four blades came out together, but Zhongxi Hou did not move.

The snow is like a stream, the sword is like a flowing cloud, and people are not saints...... The horizontal sword was cut down, and the four blades fell to the ground "bang bang bang", and it was not a ghost.

The four of them fell to the ground, they were not people, they were ghosts.

"Although I don't know who Your Excellency is, it is a lot of offense to admit that the cold lord is wrong. Farewell!" "The four shadows jumped, and the four ghosts disappeared.

Zhong Xihou was stunned, this is the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains? If you don't agree with each other, you will come up with swords and swords according to your own heart, and if you encounter a high-ranking person who is stabbed to death, or is it not deserved? If you can't beat others, you will be polite and not as good as others, how can you find a step and leave immediately? There are no rules at all.

Zhong Xihou put away his sword, he shouldn't have shown it. These four little ghosts retreated quickly, Zhong Xihou believed that someone would recognize him, and he only did not move a sword to repel the four people with a move called "Flying Flower", that is, "Flying Flower Xiao Agility".

The pursuit of dancing swordsmanship is simple and clear, and the useless moves are also flowery and embroidered, if there is a move and a sword that can advance and retreat, it is enough.

Although Zhong Xihou is not involved in martial arts, his name has already earned one acre and three points of land in this indistinguishable martial arts. For this kind of people, Zhong Xihou has always been very strange, how can those martial artists like to report their own names when they compete. For example, eat my black tiger heart, and watch my white crane show its wings. It's as if winning or losing doesn't matter, it's the right thing for the other person to remember the name of their move.

The city is full of smoke and rain, and soon this Jinling will know that Lone is here.

Zhong Xihou was still holding his sword, still staring at the street where there was a constant flow of people.