The weedy hill behind Mengjia fishing village is nothing more than a small hill only a few hundred meters high.

The mountain is not high, but it is densely wooded, and between the green trees, it is a narrow path. It is the only path to the top of the mountain.

Yan Xingguan stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the winding mountain road leading to the bottom of the mountain, with a look of nostalgia.

At the moment when the war was approaching, he couldn't help but think back to his past life, a life as tortuous as the mountain road under his feet!

Yan Xingguan, who is thirty-nine years old this year, has a real wonderful moment in the first twenty-five years, at the age of twenty-five, he temporarily avoided the edge because of the Shenbing case, and then for the next twelve years, he concentrated on martial arts. Until two years ago, he came to Mengjia Village to prepare for a breakthrough in plastic life, and by the way, he taught Meng Li such a first-class martial artist.

The fourteen years of Yan Xingguan's life were basically spent in cultivation, and there was nothing to recall. The only thing that can really touch him is the first twenty-five years of life.

Yan Xingguan learned martial arts with his father since he was a child, and at the age of nine, he borrowed qi to forge his body, and completed the feat of difficult to build a foundation before the age of ten.

After three years of martial arts, Yan Xingguan traveled through the rivers and lakes, and at the age of nearly 12, he fought with a sword, killed horse bandits, eliminated bullies, acted chivalrous and righteous, and was happy to enmity and revenge.

At that time, Yan Xingguan had not yet learned knives, and he was not a demon.

In just four years, Yan Xingguan traveled all over the six states of the Southern Tang Dynasty alone. At that time, he had already entered the Qi Realm, and made a decision that made countless people feel crazy: he actually wanted to penetrate the northern and southern battlefields!

When Yan Xingguan was sixteen years old, it was the twenty-fifth year of the founding of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the era name at that time was the fifteenth year of Wenzhi, which was the fifteenth year of Emperor Zhiwen, who was named the first in the world, was in charge of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The fifteenth year of Wenzhi was the year when the Southern Tang Dynasty turned from decline to prosperity, and the Southern Tang Dynasty at that time reached its peak of military strength, followed by the Northern Liang's sworn suppression, so that the fifteenth year of Wenzhi became the most anxious year of war between the two countries for decades.

Yan Xingguan wants to cross the battlefield and reach the border of Northern Liang by himself, this idea is not crazy. There are no comrades, only enemies, and all he can rely on is a long sword in his hand.

But no matter how hard it was, he did it in the end!

In the fifteenth year of Wenzhi, Yan Xingguan accomplished unimaginable feats with only one man and one sword, and just when he became famous and almost known to the world, he himself fell into an endless hell ruled by darkness.

When he came to Beiliang, Yan Xingguan, who was preparing to go south and north to the end, met a peer, who was his lifelong friend and his biggest opponent.

Yan Xingguan, who became famous at a young age and claimed to be the first person in the world, hit a wall for the first time.

The man who claims to be a small role, but is actually the son of the first family in Haozhou, can be described in four words: unfathomable.

Yan Xingguan already felt pressure when he first met him, and then he knew what it means to have a sky outside the sky and someone outside the world. He even had doubts about his own martial arts.

In the hands of the other party, he saw what it means to be a true swordsmanship with an unsullied foundation that is difficult to find flaws, and he also saw his wisdom like a demon in one step and three calculations.

The other party's strategy and courage, and even martial arts, are all superior to his skills.

Yan Xingguan knew that he had met his nemesis.

Since then, Yan Xingguan, who thinks that there is no second person in the world who can learn swords, abandoned swords and learned swords. Walk the desert, sharpen the knife technique, collect hundreds of stones, and forge divine soldiers.

After that, it will be a well-known case of the gods.

On the winding mountain road, the two of them carried the bell and slowly went up the mountain.

Yan Xingguan, who heard the sound, gradually regained his luster in his eyes, and took back his heavy thoughts from his distant memories.

The mountain breeze blows.

Yan Xingguan turned around and looked at the black and white duo who were gradually revealing their figures from the bottom of the mountain, revealing a knowing smile that was really so.

By this time, he could still laugh!

"It seems that I guessed correctly, my calamity today really should be on your strict brothers. ”

The two brothers with the word rigorous in their names, but they don't like to be called rigorous, and they all showed a sneer.

"Yan Xingguan, you are still laughing when you are dying?"

Zhong Zhaoyan, who was resisting the bell on his right shoulder, shook his shoulder, and smashed the bronze bell to the ground with a bang, smashing out a crack in the already uneven ground.

Yan Xingguan was not angry because of his provocation, but looked at the smashed ground and regretted.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Seeing Yan Xingguan's appearance of such a childish attitude, Zhong Zhaoyan was very disdainful, and said, "It's just a crack, what's the pity?" said and patted the half-human-high brass bell in front of him, and sneered: "It's this bronze bell specially prepared for you, and I will carry it all the way up the mountain from the shore mouth, you don't have to live up to it." ”

Chung's favorite thing is to strike his opponent in battle to establish a psychological advantage, and this is one of the ways he wins.

The competition between martial artists and the means are endless, and the hard power of moves and exercises is only one of them. When this is not far from the same, the soft power laid by words and mentality becomes the key to victory.

Zhong Zhaoyan is against the enemy, Xiang Lai likes to work at ease, even if he is weaker than his opponent, he doesn't mind doing some "troublesome things", sometimes it is just to stimulate the other party, to satisfy his own foolish perverted psychology.

Thousands of miles away, sending "bells" to people, Zhong Zhaoyan's interest is not surprising, especially when he sees the word "return to the west" on the bell, no one can be calm.

Zhong Zhaoyan, who likes to send the bell for fun, has encountered the matter of not waiting for him to send the bell out, and the opponent will vomit blood angrily by him.

The bell was sent hundreds of times, and each time it was sent, it had to be taken back by his own hands, and in a few years, it was also passed down as a good story!

Zhong Zhaoyan originally thought that Yan Xingguan would be like the opponent he had met before, and he was furious by this death knell.

However, Yan Xingguan just smiled, pointed to the bell, and said unhurriedly: "What I said was the bell, and there was a gap, but it's a pity." ”

He shook his head as he spoke, looking sad and full of regret, as if it was a terrible thing to treat this bell in this way.

Compared with Zhong Zhaoyan's previous actions, it seems that he is the real owner of this big bell.

Yan Xingguan's move was mainly anti-customer, which surprised Zhong Zhaoyan.

"It's a good Yan Xingguan, no wonder everyone calls you the little demon king of the world, but Zhong underestimated you. ”

"Each other, each other. Yan Xingguan laughed and said: "But I have one thing to remind you, the little demon king of the year is now old, you still replace that little word and call me the great demon king of the world!"

Between the operation of the true yuan, the beard is raised, and there is really a domineering momentum of the demon king of the mixed world.

He told the Zhong brothers again with his actions that although he didn't ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes for many years, his demon's methods have not been attenuated by half a point, don't really think that he is an existence that can be manipulated at will.

"Humph!"

Zhong Zhaoyan, who was dissatisfied with Yan Xingguan's attitude, snorted coldly, stretched out a palm, and slapped the bronze bell over.

"I don't care if you're a little demon king or a big demon king, since you like this bell, then I'll give it to you. ”

I will give it to you, whether you can take it depends on your own ability.

Shout!!

The bronze bell flew into the force, the force exceeded 10,000 jun, and under the power of Zhong Zhaoyan's response, this bronze bell actually flew out of a feeling of a meteorite hitting the ground, which really responded to those four words: the momentum is strong and sinking.

In the face of the collision, even the mountain seems to be able to break the bronze bell. Yan Xingguan's expression remained unchanged, his hand rose and fell, and the half-person-high bronze bell was already slapped at his feet, and the bell body entered the mountain half a foot, and the part that exposed the mountain was completely deformed, becoming a real copper cake.

No matter how good the bronze bell is, it is just an ordinary bronze bell after all, and under the power of the two warriors, scrapping it is just an inevitable end.

"Is this the only way for you Zhong family brothers? Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude. ”

With a palm slap on the scrap bronze bell, Yan Xingguan's battle intent was also mobilized, his toes were a little on the bell, and his body technique was displayed, and he pointed at Zhong Zhaoyan.

The true yuan flowed, and Yan Xingguan's entire palm turned bronze, like steel and iron, and his fingertips were better than blades.

"What a penny! Unfortunately, it's useless to me. ”

Facing Yan Xingguan's approaching fingers in an instant, Zhong Zhaoyan clasped his arms with both hands, indifferent, and just said coldly, "Second brother, take out the knife!"

Zhong Zhao, who had long been ready to shoot at any time, drew his knife when he heard the sound, and the big knife hanging from his waist shot out, and the knife flashed, and it was already slashed towards Yan Xingguan's fingers.

Yan Xingguan had no intention of fighting hard, retreated, brought up an afterimage, and his feet returned to the position he had just left, not bad at all.

Zhong Zhaoyan crossed his arms and said proudly: "Believe it or not, you don't need me to make a move, just my brother alone can let you die here." ”

Yan Xingguan looked at Zhong Zhaojin and played with the taste: "Mo Dao Sect's soul is broken with one sword, Yan has been hunting for a long time, but he doesn't know that one of the nine divine skills, you can use a bit of power." ”

Zhong Zhaoyan said disdainfully: "Arrogant, today I will let you see the sword skills of my Mo Daomen." Second brother, go out of the knife!"

It was those four words again, Zhong Zhaojin was like a machine on standby, accurately implementing every command of his brother, and the moment Zhong Zhaoyan's words fell, his knife had already struck again.

The sharp blade goes straight to the throat.

Yan Xingguan secretly said that it was a good time, and once again he used his golden hand, his five fingers became claws, and he went directly to the big knife claw that Zhong Zhaojin had chopped.

Be decisive and take advantage of the situation. Yan Xingguan has already done this grasp many times, but he is familiar with it and is at ease.

Bite!

The five fingers that exude antique color are like a tiger's mouth, firmly "biting" the wide iron knife.

The rich true element erupted between the two, and then annihilated each other.

Qi martial artists, especially the top Qi martial artists, must be able to send and receive from the heart for the control of the true element.

In the case of this collision, a little slower would have been a disaster.

Zhong Zhaojin was accused of the big knife, but he didn't panic at all, but smiled coldly: "Yan Xingguan, you have used the knife all your life in vain, don't you know that the knife is as powerful as a mountain?

After that, as soon as the blade turned, a heavy force emanated from the blade, and the next moment it was like a scorching sun.

Soul Breaker, Shining Sun.