Ximen Yin's face was pale, he was also a swordsman, and he knew that the gap between the strength of the sword and the sword was huge, which was tantamount to a world of difference.

Since he is a fellow in the rivers and lakes, if he avoids and does not fight today, won't he lose face? Could it be that this young man has come here today specifically to step on his Snow Valley Sect Master's throne? Thinking of this, he feels more and more that this young man's city is deep and disgusting.

Of course, what really made him uneasy was that the boy was only a few years old, a teenager or a twentie?

Kenshin is becoming more and more unstable, and if he doesn't make a move, his state will definitely fall to the bottom. Ximen Yin knew that he couldn't avoid it today, and he also stood on the surface of the river in one leap, confronting Feng Qingtong.

"Snow Valley Ximen Yin, come and ask for the sword!"

In the rivers and lakes, often swordsmen pay the most attention to morality, so that they can have a clear sword heart, and all swordsmen must understand this in order to go far. Because of this, most of the swordsmen are above board, and in the hundred weapons recorded by Feng Qingtong, the top ten heavy weapons, the sword accounts for half.

Feng Qingtong looked directly at the green clothes and said calmly: "Loose cultivation, Feng Qingtong." ”

Ximen Yin kicked his right foot, and the force of that kick made a huge waterfall rise behind him, and the huge ship behind him retreated a few feet away in the waves. Ximen was hidden like a god descending from the sky, surrounded by sword energy, like a green meteor, descending from the sky and stabbing at Fengqing Tongmian Gate.

There was no reservation, the moment the sword was released, Ximen Yin's all-out sword without distraction actually raised the state to the top again! This sword even exceeded Ximen Yin's original strength.

The wind and waves are blowing, and the sword is overwhelming. In the whirlpool, Feng Qingtong stood quietly with a calm gaze.

The finger was pressed against the hilt of the Luoyun Long Sword, and at this moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were silent, and Feng Qingtong was the only one left.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a flash of light flashed lightly in the green sword light.

Ximen Yin was already close to the realm of the unity of man and sword, and there was no self in his heart, but when that bright light flickered, he couldn't help but look at the light that should be inconspicuous as if he was on a pilgrimage.

The next moment, if heaven and earth were replaced, Feng Qingtong, who had just been surrounded by tranquility, suddenly fluttered his sleeves, and the sword qi came out of nothing, and it was like thousands of ways in an instant, and it exploded from the whirlpool!

Ximen Yin didn't retreat for half a step, how could he be defeated with one move with a sword at the peak of his life? !

"Open!" Ximen Yin's aura was surging, and the light on the long sword was magnificent, he just wanted to split the white sword qi that had been intertwined into a net!

Feng Qingtong's face was still calm, and he looked up at the sect master who had seen a lot of blood on his face but was still desperate, and gently pushed the hilt of his sword up a little.

He said softly:

"Open. ”

With the white-clothed young man in the river as the center, the sword aura was great, and the originally powerful cyan sword light was like fragile glass, all of which were knocked away, and a piece of green clothes was even repulsed on the boat.

Simon Yin vomited a mouthful of blood on the boat, only to feel dizzy. But he didn't care about anything else at the moment, pushed away the crowd that had gathered around, and stepped a few steps to the stern of the boat to look at the young man.

The young man leaned on the river, his long hair was flying, and he had a peerless sword, more than an inch out of the sheath......

Ximen Yin's eyes were glazed, and he sat directly in place, even throwing the long sword aside.

His pinnacle sword is only enough for him to get out of the sheath by an inch?!

Feng Qingtong gave up the wooden stake, stepped on the waves step by step, and boarded the big ship under the gaze of everyone. Along the way, no one dared to make a sound, and the bearded man was even more eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

If he offended this person today, is he going to confess to this river? Why did he have to do so much just now? Knowing this, he didn't make a sound all the time following behind the stake of this great sword immortal. When you go out today, you should take a good look at the yellow calendar!

Sure enough, when Feng Qingtong got on the boat, he first looked at the bearded man.

The bearded man had his liver and gall split, and he knelt down directly, and cried with a handful of snot and tears:

"Master Sword Fairy, the little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, you can spare me this time! I still have old and young people in my family, the old lady in the family is paralyzed in bed waiting for me to take care of it, the two children and the mother-in-law at home are still waiting for me to send money back, and the little one can't die......" And then there was a bunch of trivial shakers, and I couldn't stop talking.

Feng Qingtong thought it was very interesting, so he kept listening. Seeing that the sword fairy didn't speak, the bearded man touched his chin as if he was thinking about what to do with himself, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

But no matter how trivial it is, there will be a time for the words to end. It's a pity that he finally even talked about the village next door to his hometown and the three pigs that his family confiscated back, but the white-clothed sword fairy still didn't say anything.

The maids standing on the side of the boat were trembling, but at this time, several of them could no longer hold back their laughter, so they had to cover them gently with their hands. I was afraid of being angry, but I also felt that this scene was really funny, and I held it a little hard.

Feng Qingtong saw that the bearded man had no words, and finally opened his mouth:

"What's your name?"

The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief: "Back to the Sword Immortal Master, my name is Dong Zhili." ”

Feng Qingtong frowned, Dong Zhili, who had just been allowed to stand up, only felt that his legs were weak at this moment, and he was about to kneel down again.

"Your name is Zhili?

Dong Zhili also knew the reason why the sword immortal frowned, he was a little embarrassed, and scratched his head: "Ah." ”

Feng Qingtong had already gently helped Ximen Yin up, and then turned his head to look at Dong Zhili, who was kneeling on the ground again, and suddenly became a little angry, and with a flick of his hand, he directly threw Dong Zhili into the river.

Dong Zhili just felt that it was more comfortable to kneel, and when he saw that the sword fairy went to help his master, he secretly sighed. Who knew that he was caught off guard, and he fell into a cold river after a whirlwind, and he didn't even have time to scream.

With a pop, there was a lot of splash on the side of the boat, Dong Zhili fluttered back and forth, and struggled to shout for help.

Ximen Yin stood up again according to Feng Qingtong's meaning, and although he still felt that his sword heart was broken at this moment, he had already come back to his senses. He was a little worried, and sighed:

"Ximen's hidden skills are not as good as others, and the young man is better than me, I will not deliberately hide it. At the famous sword conference in Japan, the name of the young man will be reported. But don't embarrass the people on my ship?"

Feng Qingtong's eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't know what the Snow Valley Valley Lord was talking about, so he didn't say anything for a while.

Ximen Yin was wrong again, thinking that this was mocking him for not measuring his own strength, and said helplessly: "If Shaoxia has other requirements, Xuegu will try his best to meet them;

"You have such a 'Zhili' in charge, can you still have no enemies?" Feng Qingtong was surprised, and there was nothing taboo.

Ximen Yin shook his head helplessly, bitter in his heart: Dong Zhili, Dong Zhili, he is still a person with good eyesight on weekdays, but what kind of evil did he hit today......? has been praised for a long time, and I almost think that I am the best in the world...... It's still far from it!

Feng Qingtong didn't care what the valley lord was sighing and sighing about, but when he saw that Dong Zhili was really slowly sinking, bubbles appeared on the surface of the river, and he said in surprise:

"Then Mr. 'Zhili' really doesn't know how to water?"

Ximen Yin hurriedly ran to the side of the boat, and when he saw that Dong Zhili was really gone, he was a little anxious:

"Little brother, human life is at stake, although my housekeeper and I like to pretend to be masters of the rivers and lakes, but after all, we have never hurt anyone's life, and our crimes will not lead to death!"

Feng Qingtong shrugged innocently: "I didn't take the initiative to provoke you from beginning to end, and I didn't say that I wanted any of you to die." I thought he knew how to water, so make a joke on him, you guys treated me like a wicked person from beginning to end?"

Feng Qingtong sat down on the side of the boat all of a sudden, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said vaguely: "You wronged me." ”

Simon was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to cry without tears - what is going on today?

Gotta save me, Mr. Zhili, first.