At the border, in front of the tavern.

Ye Hongfeng stood outside the door with his eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the scabbard.

In his perception, several barbarians in the tavern were sitting upright at the table, not daring to act rashly. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and I don't know whose it was. Not far away, a scruffy swordsman lay half-drunk on the table, seemingly babbling gibberish.

He withdrew his gaze and saw Ling'er unconscious, crouching on the table.

He lifted his foot and kicked the wooden door open, and walked straight towards the barbarians.

The sloppy swordsman didn't look back, but said vaguely, "Yo, it's finally here." ”

When the barbarian saw the person clearly, he didn't speak, but his muscles swelled between exhalation and inhalation.

Without any obstacles, Ye Hongfeng easily picked up Ling'er and laid it flat on the wooden bench on the sloppy swordsman's table. For some reason, he always felt that this person might be here to help him, and he exuded a familiar aura from his body.

Ye Hongfeng turned his head, and the barbarians had already surrounded him. Their trip was originally to lead him to the border, and now that the person is in place, the little girl is naturally useless.

He raised his eyes and glanced around, probably knowing the strength of the barbarians. There are a total of five barbarians, all of whom are not in the realm of Yudan, and they are about to build a perfect foundation. The five of them stood in five corners, skimming the sloppy swordsman lying on the table from time to time, with jealous eyes in their eyes.

"You have put so much effort into bringing me here, but you are only five foundation building monks, so it is a bit unsightly. Ye Hongfeng said tentatively.

"Whether it's enough to see or not, you have to fight to know. One of the brutes shouted.

"Oh, is it?" Ye Hongfeng's words did not fall, and an extremely oppressive momentum emanated from his body, that momentum seemed to come from the Nine Hells, with the most evil, dirty, and fierce aura of time. The Soul Eater bead hovered in front of him, glowing brightly.

The five barbarian cultivators raised their fists and smashed at him at the same time, and the fists seemed to be in a certain rhythm, making it look like a mountain sinking the moment it was struck.

The thick black resentment aura formed a black wall on his side, and although the black wall was made of smoke, the brute cultivator's fist smashed on it, but he could not advance an inch.

"Hmmm. He let out a low cry, and the anger of resentment clung up the arms of the brute cultivators, trying to corrode their flesh.

"Oh, the techniques of the Hell Palace?" the swordsman swallowed a large gulp of wine and raised his hand to draw a large circle in the air. An invisible barrier enveloped several people, so that the overflowing energy would not hurt the innocent.

Seeing that the anger was about to climb up along their arms, the barbarian cultivators ruthlessly made knives one by one and cut off one arm.

Blood flowed on the ground, but the barbarian cultivators didn't say a word.

Ye Hongfeng was surprised in his heart, he always felt that the vision in front of him was a little weird. Even in order to resist resentment, there is no need to do such a decisive thing, these five people are by no means as simple as they seem.

He bit his fingertips and smeared the blood on the sword, and the Nine Heavens turned from dark to glass. The Soul Eater Bead still hovered in the air, exuding a majestic resentment.

Sure enough, after a while, new flesh gradually formed at the severed arm of the barbarian cultivators, and then slowly grew into a new arm.

"How can the barbarians be willing to let these people come and kill me?" he was puzzled, but he couldn't figure it out.

The barbarian cultivators sneered, clenched their freshmen's fists, and slammed a magic seal on them with their other hand. The fist was instantly covered with a layer of gold, just like the legendary Buddha Vajra body.

Five huge golden fists smashed in unison, Ye Hongfeng erected his long sword, put his two fingers against the position of the middle of the sword, and spit out lightly: "The sword is from Shura Prison." ”

Countless black filaments spread out from the long sword and swept towards the five people.

After all, the filaments failed to penetrate the barbarians' bodies, and they cowered as they approached the golden fist, as if they had met a nemesis. Without the obstruction of the black filament, the fist of the brute cultivator had arrived in an instant, and Ye Hongfeng was sandwiched in the middle, and he endured the power of the five punches with his physical body.

As soon as the barbarians struck a blow, they retreated, as if they did not intend to kill them like this. They turned their heads in the direction of Kitahara, as if waiting for something.

It's a pity that I met the golden body of merit of Wuliang Mountain, and the sword momentum was dissolved nine times out of ten as soon as I saw it, it's a pity. The scruffy swordsman drank another pot, leaned back on the table, and said to himself.

Ye Hongfeng bent over, held his abdomen with both hands, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He looked at the little girl beside the swordsman through the barrier, and his gaze was gentle for an instant: "Ling'er, don't worry, my brother will definitely take you back alive......"

"Ahh

The barbarian cultivators were a little confused by his sudden blind slash, and for a while they were in a disadvantaged position.

"That's right! These barbarians follow a certain rhythm to punch, you might as well mess up, maybe there is a chance to break the game. The scruffy swordsman clapped his hands and laughed. All the while, he was just watching.

After Ye Hongfeng chopped for a while, he felt a little clear in his heart. If it was such a brawl, it would be difficult for the barbarians to concentrate, let alone any secret rhythm, and their strength would naturally be no different from that of ordinary foundation building consummation monks.

"Can't give them a chance to get back together. He secretly made up his mind in his heart, and swung his sword to slash out a sword qi to force the barbarians who rushed up to retreat.

......

"Bang!"

Another heavy punch smashed into his back, and Ye Hongfeng barely supported the pillar body with his sword. The barbarians had already stood still, adjusting their breathing and qi, and gradually becoming unified.

Since the start of the battle, the barbarian cultivators have never said a word, and they only know how to attack like puppets.

Ye Hongfeng smiled bitterly, he had tried his best, but he still failed to kill a single person. Could it be that you really want to plant it here today?

"Stinky boy, be discouraged. The swordsman seemed to see his fatigue and shouted, "Listen. There is a majestic spirit between heaven and earth, and a heroic spirit contains a grand meaning. The combination of meaning and qi, the combination of man and sword, is called a sword of one breath. ”

The swordsman's voice was like thunder rolling in the sky, exploding in his ears and imprinting in the depths of the sea of knowledge. Ye Hongfeng was stunned for a moment, the One Breath Haoran Sword was originally a peerless skill under the Cangxue Ridge, where did this sloppy swordsman know about it?

It's just that the current situation doesn't allow him to think deeply, and after the barbarian cultivators are in harmony with the inexplicable rhythm, they raise their fists again, ready to smash down at any time. The golden color spread to the entire arm of the barbarian cultivators in the blink of an eye, five barbarians, ten fists, as if Vajra Shura was alive, roaring with an overwhelming momentum.

Ye Hongfeng recalled the sword that was swung on the snowfield that day, and the mantra recited by the sloppy swordsman echoed in his sea of consciousness, gradually overlapping with that memory.

"There is a majestic spirit between heaven and earth, and a heroic spirit contains a grand meaning. He whispered, his fingers rubbing back and forth over the sword.

"Meaning and breath are combined. His sea of qi was surging, and an invisible cyclone of the Dao Dao was hovering above the sea of qi.

"Man and sword together. His hand loosened slightly, but the Nine Heavens did not fall, but hovered a foot beside him, and golden runes flashed on the sword's body.

"It's the One Qi Haoran Sword!" he spat out his last words, stretched out his hand and sent it forward, the Nine Heavens revolving around him, and the golden runes weaved into a wall of light, spreading outward.

The barbarian cultivators were not afraid of death and raised their fists to greet each other. The golden fist smashed against the wall of light, passing through without any hindrance. Ye Hongfeng smiled softly, his smile was extremely cruel.

The fist failed to touch him in the end, but burned in front of him. Pale flames clung up the arms of the barbarian cultivators, and soon the five barbarians were reduced to ashes.

Ye Hongfeng knelt on the ground, holding his hands on the ground and gasping for breath, sweat dripping down the placket of his clothes. He didn't master this sword, but if he had the right time, place, and people, he could barely use it.

The sloppy swordsman raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and said with a hearty smile: "It is worthy of Qi Yunzong's housekeeping skills, Qi Dao Youcheng is not bullying, and the power of this sword has finally been seen." ”

Not long ago, he had been to Cangxue Ridge, when Qi Xingzhi had already fallen asleep, leaving only a distraction to protect his body. When he was passing by, Qi Xingzhi's distraction suddenly appeared in front of him, gave him this mantra, and asked him to protect Ye Hongfeng.

Maybe others don't know, but Qi Xingzhi himself has no reason not to know. The simple white jade is Qin Yanluo's personal thing, which is of great significance, but she temporarily lent this thing to Ye Hongfeng, even if these two are not Taoist couples, the relationship is irreversible. And this kid has offended the barbarian war ancestor again, but I am afraid that the future will be unpredictable.

"Bang bang. ”

There was a round of applause outside the tavern, and a tall, burly, shirtless old man walked in with a smile. Ye Hongfeng glanced up, and his heart was half cold.

The person who came was none other than the Titan of War Ancestor.

Titan smiled and said, "Ye Xiaodaoyou, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed." ”

Ye Hongfeng sat cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, stared at the old man's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Drag your blessing, it's very unharmed." ”

The Titan crouched down and stared at him with interest.

"Do you remember those swords that pierced me? ”

Daoyou said with a smile, some caution, not enough to worry about. Ye Hongfeng deliberately made a sword stabbing action, and the humiliation was obvious.

The scruffy swordsman staggered along, suddenly unsteady, and leaned straight on the Titan's back. He raised the flask and continued to drink, completely ignoring outsiders.

The Titan was about to get angry, but when he saw the drunken ghost, his eyes lit up, and he said in disbelief: "Tianshu Holy Venerable, why did you become like this?"

The swordsman laughed at himself and said, "How can there be any Tianshu Holy Venerable in this world, the Tianshu Holy Venerable is dead, and the one who survived is the Nine Sword Venerable." ”

Ye Hongfeng's face became more and more unkind, he really didn't expect that the two would actually know each other, and it seemed that they were still old acquaintances.

With a force behind his back, the Nine Sword Venerable stood up straight in an instant. He bowed down and made a gesture of please.

The meaning is extremely obvious, obviously to protect Ye Hongfeng.

"I haven't fought for a thousand years, but my hands are a little itchy. ”

The Titan laughed and stepped out of the tavern door. The sword in the grass sheath was an inch out of the sheath, and the Nine Sword Venerable raised his head and flew out with wine.

"Boy, if you are destined, you can come to me. ”

With one last word, he chased the Titan.

Ye Hongfeng looked at the backs of the two for a long time, and clenched his fists tightly. Then he picked up Ling'er and walked in the direction of Yunshan.

One day, he will be like the swordsman, unfettered.