Zhang Xiao'an saw that Uncle Duan really subdued the Liu Immortal with a single sword, and couldn't help but clench his fists and shouted. It was the sword posture, and I had practiced the sword posture for a year.

Regardless of whether he knew him or not, Zhang Xiaoan pulled the snow-white sleeves of the person next to him and asked excitedly: "Is it possible to become the most powerful swordsman without cultivating immortals!Who said that swordsmen are not powerful!" After speaking, Zhang Xiaoan looked up at the young monk in white who was dressed in a Taoist robe.

The young monk was also stunned: "There is not the slightest fluctuation in cultivation, but it really relies on a sword intent! Except for my senior uncle, no one else in the world will have such a sword intent." ”

"Who is your uncle? That's my Uncle Duan!"

Zhang Xiaoan happily turned his head to look in the direction of Duan Nantian, and was about to shout, his face suddenly became solemn. The man in black who appeared out of nowhere slowly surrounded Duan Nantian in the middle. The powerful aura outside the city that he had just felt gathered together in an instant, all condensed in Uncle Duan's direction.

Zhang Xiaoan was about to shout, but unexpectedly, the gourd in his hand flashed with a strong golden light, and an invisible formation was tightly attached to the surface of his body. In the next moment, a loud shout resounded from the mouth of the black-clothed young man who was originally standing quietly under the tree, and he got up and stabbed directly at Duan Nantian's heart.

"Duan Nantian, die!"

"You dare!"

I saw that on the other side of Uncle Duan's side, the old man in blue and white clothes who was originally under the stage was holding a whisk in his hand, carrying the momentum of the sky and the sea, and went straight to the black-clothed young man. Between the two momentums rushing together, fluctuations that were countless times stronger than Duan Nantian's momentum erupted in all directions on Duan Nantian's body.

Duan Nantian's sword blade turned, and he released it to the extreme with the method of overcoming rigidity with softness, trying to dissolve the fierce momentum, but the fluctuations that erupted were still unbearable for mortals.

With a loud bang, the mortals in the vicinity were directly shocked to death, and the spectators in the distance escaped, but they were shaken away one after another.

Zhang Xiao'an was extremely close to Duan Nantian, and almost instantly flew upside down and out of control, although the Shushan monk next to him pulled a hand, but when he landed, he was already a hundred feet away from the city gate.

"Is the little brother okay? Do you know my uncle?" the white-clothed monk shook Zhang Xiao'an's shoulder, so that Zhang Xiao'an could barely recover from the echo in his head.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaoan couldn't resist the aftermath of the shock, his brain was drowsy, and he couldn't think at all.

"I am Song Qingkun, the nephew of the Shushan Sword Immortal, are you the heir of my uncle? ”

The words of the white-clothed monk seemed to be thunder in Zhang Xiao'an's ears, and they were like mosquitoes in his ears when he was asleep, and he couldn't really hear them at all.

Before Zhang Xiao'an had time to think, he ignored the white-clothed monk's shouts and walked out of the crowd, and the southern capital in front of him had already turned to the ground. Uncle Duan and the two people who shot just now had long since disappeared, leaving countless monks in different clothes fighting together here, and the aura that made Zhang Xiao'an extremely frightened hit the mortals here. But those who still have some consciousness are already like fleeing around.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoan was pushed by the crowd, supported by the monk of Nashu Mountain, and spit out a mouthful of blood before he took a breath. The explosion just now was too close to him, and if he hadn't had the formation from the gourd, he would have been shattered. The sword intent of the black-clothed young man, with the aura of killing everything, was even more terrifying to the extent that he couldn't understand it.

Just thinking about it a little bit makes me feel embarrassed.

Thinking that the target of that sword was Uncle Duan, Zhang Xiaoxin's regret overflowed in an instant, until he choked on his throat.

"Uncle Duan!" After struggling for a long time, Zhang Xiaoan tried to find it, but he could only see the dense forest next to the southern capital, which was blown out of thin air and a deep pit.

Zhang Xiaoan stared blankly at the incredible scene in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to run back. He should be by Uncle Duan's side, even if he dies together. Zhang Xiaoan held the wooden sword at his waist tightly, and Duan Nantian's words echoed in his mind, but he didn't pull out the wooden sword after all.

"Zhang Xiaoan, you must be obedient. ”

"I taught you not to move. ”

Yes, if you don't move around, will you provoke that Liu Xianren? Is it to help when you go back now, or is it to listen to Uncle Duan's words, is it the real help?

Just when Zhang Xiaoan was stunned, several black-clothed people faintly leaned over and surrounded Zhang Xiaoan.

"Song Qingkun, you must not have thought that you would die, today it will fall into the hands of us and others, and the high-sounding Shushan rats will be killed!"

"Don't let the kid behind him go. A man in black rushed forward, and he didn't forget to remind him.

In an instant, a sword shadow full of murderous aura similar to the black-clothed young man rushed towards Zhang Xiao'an and the others.

Zhang Xiao'an was dizzy, seeing this sword technique filled with murderous intent, before he could draw his sword, a white figure was already in front of him.

There were a total of fourteen sword qi, all of which Song Qingkun blocked, twelve with swords, one with a scabbard, and one with a chest.

"Song Qingkun, the second disciple of Shushan, that's just it!" the black-clothed monk smiled faintly, and a sword stabbed out.

"Don't go, go quickly, or I won't be able to protect you. ”

Zhang Xiaoan only felt that he was pulled hard, and his body had already flown behind Song Qingkun in front of him.

I saw Song Qingkun's sword intent burst out, regardless of his injuries, he used his cultivation to the extreme, and fought with the man in black who spoke.

"Uncle Shi and Qinglian Sword Immortal don't know where to go, as Uncle Shi, we are worried, we must not add a burden here!

Song Qingkun didn't look back, he was talking to the juniors and disciples who were fighting the Fa, but how could Zhang Xiaoan not understand the deep meaning?

If he asks again at this time, he will waste Song Qingkun's painstaking efforts to pretend not to know him.

With the sword intent of these black-clothed people similar to the black-clothed youth, I am afraid that if they know that they are Uncle Duan's disciples, I am afraid that they will die for a lifetime.

Before Zhang Xiaoan could react, the guys in the queue of a train out of the city rushed forward and pulled himself into the car.

The convoy was originally a dart game, and after leaving the city, it coincided with the escape of mortals. Many buddies who were originally martial arts practitioners, with their stronger physique than ordinary people, rescued many mortals into the car.

Zhang Xiaoan still wanted to struggle, but he really couldn't suppress the impact of the heavy blow, and the moment the blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he fainted.

A moment later, outside the southern capital, I don't know how far, a loud bang that shook the sky spread all over a radius of 100 miles.

When Zhang Xiaoan woke up, the convoy had been going for an unknown amount of time.

Why did Uncle Duan lie to himself that he was also a swordsman who couldn't cultivate immortals? Yes, he couldn't cultivate immortals, and Uncle Duan said this just to comfort himself.

If he hadn't listened to the legendary story of the Shushan Sword Immortal, he wouldn't have chosen to practice swords. Shushan Sword Immortal is the sword supreme who had to be invited back to the mountain after Shushan was expelled from the division. The immortal who has been wandering in the rivers and lakes to eliminate demons and defend the road.

There are still three days before the Chinese New Year, Uncle Duan will not lie to himself, Uncle Duan will definitely come back to find a sword with him when he is fourteen years old, and travel all over the world to be a swordsman.

The world is so big, without Uncle Duan, I don't know where to go for a while.

"Uncle Duan, where are we going?"

"Go to Kunlun. ”

"Uncle Duan, where are we going?"

"Let's go to Penglai. ”

"Uncle Duan, Penglai is not fun, let's go. ”

"Well, it's the New Year, let's go, Anyang... Go to Nandu. ”

Memories came flooding back, clenching the wooden sword in his hand, and thinking about Uncle Duan's words before the sword, Zhang Xiaoan couldn't help but feel a lot calmer.

After making up his mind, Zhang Xiaoan chased for a long time, and finally walked to the front of the convoy and asked the strong man on horseback;

"Excuse me, how to get to Anyang?"

Zhang Xiaoan wants to go to Anyang to wait for Uncle Duan, wait for Uncle Duan to come back, take himself to find a sword, kill all the monsters in the world, and be the most powerful swordsman.

The big man who took the lead looked down at Zhang Xiaoan, who was a little thin, and smiled kindly.

"Anyang, you are a child, do you want to go to Anyang by yourself? It is better to follow us, and you will also eat with a mouthful of food. ”

Wang Qi looked at Zhang Xiao'an with a wooden sword on his back, with a frustrated look, and regarded Zhang Xiaoan as a young man who ran away from home and went out alone.

"But let's say well, we don't keep idlers, and the last few carriages are full of fodder. How about if you promised to mix the grass with grass three times a day, while we were resting, to feed four wagons and sixteen horses, and in three days we would go to Anyang?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoan glanced behind him and nodded immediately. Four carriages, which doesn't sound much.

"Uncle Wang, aren't you embarrassed," Zhang Xiaoan didn't wait for him to agree, and in the carriage guarded by the man called Uncle Wang, a girl with small tiger teeth smiled and stuck out her head.

Zhang Xiaoan looked up and tried to make a kind smile.

"I could, sixteen horses, that's all. Zhang Xiaoan roughly calculated.

"Cheerful! A man should look like a man, second brother! Give this little brother an iron sword to defend himself, and go to him to rest on the hay cart. As soon as Wang Qi greeted, a servant immediately walked over, carrying a sword that had just been drawn from a carriage.

"This, I can't ask for this sword. Zhang Xiaoan knew that even this most ordinary sword was worth dozens of taels of silver, and he couldn't afford it at all.

"This is the rule of our caravan, a man must have a sword to defend himself, if you don't want to follow us, when you get to Anyang, you can return it." After the servant finished explaining, he handed the sword to Zhang Xiao'an, and sent Zhang Xiao'an to the last forage wagon.

The carriage was loaded with fine forage, and Zhang Xiaoan just lay down on it to rest.

When he arrived at the carriage, Zhang Xiaoan now tied the gourd to his waist, and then gently drew a new iron sword from the scabbard. There is no imaginary sword shadow, and there is no cool sword sound when it is unsheathed. But with such a sword, Zhang Xiaoan has wanted one for a long time, but unfortunately, Uncle Duan is strict, and until now, Zhang Xiaoan only has a wooden sword for practice.

The grass was soft and mellow, Zhang Xiaoan looked at the sword in front of him, and wanted to lift the sword to practice, but he couldn't lift his strength. Between drowsiness and fatigue, after just a few breaths, Zhang Xiaoan fell asleep.

The convoy lined up in the mountains and fields, like a giant snake, and it was already far into the mountains. On the third pole of the sun, Wang Qi faced the whistling peak, looked ahead and waved his hand.

"Stop and rest. Half an hour later. ”

As soon as the dart head spoke, the little girl began to pull the curtain from the carriage behind her, jumped to the ground, and walked leisurely to the back of the convoy.

"Ah Hong!, be careful. A man dressed not like a martial artist, but a businessman, gave a warning, but did not get out of the car.

"Got it!" the girl finished speaking, and quickly quickened her pace, that stupid boy, can she be in time? But even if it is too late, there will be Lao Liu and them to help.

Blowing the little whistle of the herding horse, the maiden jumped on the roof of the forage cart and opened the small skylight of the carriage with the other whip on her waist.

"Hey, asleep, and the face said to feed the horses of the four carriages, it's a complete idiot, wake up! Hey the horses!" the girl pursed her lips with a half-darkened face.

Zhang Xiaoan listened to this voice and thought he was dreaming. When I opened my eyes, it was already noon, and the coachmen who were driving the car began to rest, and many horsemen were already moving hay down the cart where they were lying and sending it to the horses.

Listening to the girl's words, Zhang Xiaoan, who was slightly sorry, hurriedly sat up, carried a large pile of hay, and hurriedly walked to the nearest horse in the girl's laughter.

Sixteen horses, each with a lot of forage, and the convoy only stopped for half an hour, which is really not a small amount.

"Hey, do you want me to help you?" the girl sat on the roof of the carriage in a tight riding suit, her arms resting on her knees, and her pretty face looked very standard.