How did Xiao Zhanlu not know why Yao Sanming came, Xiao Zhanlu's sword heart was unstable for so many years, and the reason for this should be attributed to Yao Sanming Yao Sanming is like a big stone, often pressing him out of breath, once he was the most outstanding person in the Xiao family's swordsmanship, the position of patriarch should have been at his fingertips, and Xiao Tai'a Xiao Longquan was difficult to compete with him at all.

But because of the battle with Yao Sanming, he lost everything that should have belonged to him, and because of a decision that made him angry at the beginning, he has been worried day and night for so many years.

Over the years, he has gradually shifted from kendo to sword casting, and the fundamental reason is that he wants to sharpen his sword heart, and his stable state of mind when casting swords can help him go further in kendo.

Xiao Zhan Lu's note is that Yao Sanming's sword heart should be affected somewhat because of Yu Haitang's death over the years, and he is now a first-class cultivator of the eight gates, and he can break into the second rank of the eight doors at any time.

At this time, looking at the entire mountain covered with a layer of frost, Xiao Zhanlu was almost instantly confused. Chu Tian's sword, which ranked fourteenth on the sword list in his hand, was as gentle as jade, making him even more humble and gentlemanly in Xiao Zhanlu's hands.

It's just that the subtle changes on his face fell in Yao Sanming's eyes, which made Yao Sanming can't help but joke:

"Why, the confidence just now is gone so quickly" Xiao Zhanlu was furious:

"Yao Sanming, let's take out the sword" Yao Sanming laughed:

"Kill you, An must use a sword" The originally dark and moonless heaven and earth suddenly brightened up a lot, and the entire Xiaoliang Mountain, a grass and a tree, was extremely clear in a blink of an eye, Xiao Zhanlu's eyes were as wide as a bull's eyes, and he raised his hand to pick it up, and there was a stab on the sword, shaking off a sword of white frost.

Xiao Zhanlu pinched the sword with four fingers, lightly clasped the blade with his thumb, and put the two fingers of his other hand together, and wiped it away lightly on the sword, and snow-white flames appeared on the sword in an instant.

The Xiao family's sword pond thousands of swords clanged, and they seemed to be dyed by Xiao Zhanlu's sword intent, and they wanted to share the same hatred with him and resist the intruders together.

Xiao Tai'a, who was standing silently on the side, his face was a little ugly at the moment, the former eldest brother as the leader of the freehand sword, after being frustrated, began to cast a sword, he had never seen him make a move for so many years, most of the family thought that he had given up the way of the sword, how could he ever have thought that the eldest brother at this time was standing in front of him, still allowing him to only look up at such a big formation, Yao Sanming did not hide his contempt, his body stood straight, and Xiao Zhanlu, who was ready to take out the sword, only felt that Yao Sanming in front of him was like a mountain in front of him, this mountain, a million swords could not be split。

Xiao Zhanlu shook his head, putting aside this inexplicable distraction, the flames on the sword had risen by half a foot, he roared in a low voice, and at this moment, countless willow leaf-like thin swords on the sword roared out.

Thinking of the defeat within ten moves, Xiao Zhanlu's face gradually became hideous, and then he smiled unabashedly, this time he didn't believe that he couldn't take ten moves in Yao Sanming's hands.

In the eyes of everyone in the Xiao family, Yao Sanming was almost forced to rise from the ground, and everyone let out an exclamation from the heart at this moment, the thin sword in the sky was hulala, like a big river rushing by, pressing the green mountains on the face, the posture was more than one or two points higher than Yao Sanming's passive situation, but it was a pity that everyone's exclamation had just come out, and they were swallowed back by themselves, when the sword shadow in front of him was shattered by Yao Sanming's finger, and then the dense thin sword fell into the cliff like raindrops, and then someone finally remembered that Yao Sanming's sword immortal name was not precisely because his sword moves were the best in the world, and there were less than one-twelfth of the remaining thin swords, As if there was nothing in Yao Sanming's eyes, he directly stretched out one hand into the sword aura overflowing river, and then shook it fiercely, completely crushing the wisp of sword intent contained in it.

"Bang" There was a gentle cracking sound on Xiaoliang Mountain, and then with Yao Sanming as the center, first everyone in the Xiao family who was closer was pushed back by the inexplicable wave of qi, and only Xiao Tai'a father and son and Xiao Zhanlu barely stood still.

Then after a few breaths, on the grass and trees of Xiaoliang Mountain in the distance, in an instant, like heavy snow crushing the branches, a circle of white mist erupted, and then it was like an avalanche out of control, and the entire Xiaoliang Mountain was like a galaxy falling to the ground at this moment, which was extremely gorgeous.

Yao Sanming's heart was full of swords at the moment, and his move was not a sword, looking at Xiao Zhanlu, who was already pale, Yao Sanming nodded again.

A crack was torn open in the air, and the mud and sand on the ground were pulled by this rift, and all poured into it, forming a straight whirlpool the size of a bucket in the air, and rushed in front of Xiao Zhanlu in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Zhanlu was furious, and the arrogance on the sword rose wildly, wanting to smash the whirlpool with a sword, but when he struggled to cut the sword out, he found that he was completely unable to compete with it, only to feel that the sword was broken by the ferocious qi in an instant.

Xiao Zhan Lu shouted, grabbing one end of this huge whirlpool with both hands, he knew that if he was hit by this sword intent, he would definitely be dead or alive.

But Yao Sanming's finger was so terrible, let Xiao Zhanlu frantically urge ten percent of the internal force, his hands were still twisted and blurred, he gritted his teeth almost in despair, and the arrogance in his heart had already been torn to pieces at this moment.

He looked up suddenly, only to feel that the stars were dark tonight, and he was afraid that he was going to really turn over at the door of his home. But the sound that followed gave Xiao Zhanlu a glimmer of hope, he used all his strength to block the whirlpool, and then looked at a sword light flying in the sky, and a majestic voice that made the whole mountain tremble.

"Yao Sanming, you deceive people too much. The sword rose from the foot of the mountain, flew into the air, and then fell straight down, breaking the vortex tornado from the middle of the sword, and then turned back with a roar, and within a few breaths, two black shadows flew up the mountain.

Yao Sanming saw all this in his eyes, his expression was extremely calm, even if Xiao Zhanlu was rescued from the mortal situation, he did not stop it, just because Yao Sanming had a doubt in his heart that was unsolved.

Now that he wants to figure out that without the suppression of the whirlpool tornado, Xiao Zhanlu fell to his knees in an instant, and when he saw Xiao Xuanyuan and Xiao Longquan arriving, he laughed heartily, mixed with a few sharp coughs in between.

Xiao Xuanyuan is tall, with broad shoulders, and at the age of seventy or eighty, he is still as vigorous as a dragon and tiger, except that his beard and hair have turned white, and he does not look old at all.

Holding a sword in his hand is extremely peculiar, the tip of the sword is only one and a half fingers wide, slender and thin, the more you reach the hilt, the thicker it is, and the junction with the hilt reaches the width of four fingers, and the thickness is half a finger, which can be described as a freak in the sword.

This sword is called Da Chong, the sixth famous sword on the sword list, although it belongs to Xiao Xuanyuan, it is not cast by the Xiao family.

It is said that the origin of this sword can be traced back to the Qin period, which is enough to see how many years this sword has been passed down in the world.

Being reprimanded by Xiao Xuanyuan, Yao Sanming was not afraid at all, looked at Xiao Xuanyuan for a moment, and said slowly:

"I came at the right time, I happened to ask you something, when I bought the ink pool to kill my junior sister, if you didn't get involved in it, he wouldn't have such a great ability as Xiao Zhanlu."

"Hahaha, what's the matter, Yao Xiao'er, even you will be killed today. Yao Sanming slowly closed his eyes:

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