Lanzhou, southern Xinjiang, praying for water city.

In the dilapidated City God Temple, swords and swords.

The body of the city lord of Prayer Water City suddenly retreated, slamming hard against the wall, and the long sword in his hand hummed non-stop.

The young man also rolled upside down, his legs ploughed out a ravine on the ground, Fang Yan's right hand pressed the ground, and blood drippedly on the ground under the fluttering sleeves.

The city lord of Prayer Water City frowned, his left hand was bent into a claw, and blood was dripping from his fingertips, but this claw hurt Fang Yan, but it only pierced into the skin, not into the bone.

The man was a little annoyed, he relied on the ninety-eight Taoist courage to ascend to the second realm of martial arts, although there were flaws, but he was also a genuine innate martial artist, and even a young man in the first realm of the obvious realm could not be killed instantly?

Fang Yan took a big breath, three new blood orifices were running, qi and blood flowed in his limbs, his eyes were blazing, his whole body was steaming, he stretched out his right hand, pinched out his fist print, palms facing up, and put on a martial arts frame that he thought was very upright.

Both sides slowed their breathing at the same time.

The next moment, the city lord of Prayer Water City shook his long sword, and his body appeared in front of the young man in an instant, handing out a sword, and the sword qi was incomparable.

Fang Yan's left foot slammed on the ground, his pace was steady, his body leaned back sharply, and at the same time, the flying stones hidden in his fingertips roared out.

The two sides got close for a short time, and then quickly separated, the young man's stone was easily blocked, and the man's sword was also narrowly dodged by Fang Yan.

The young man stood on his feet, his mouth was sweet, the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, and he dodged the actual sword body, but the sword qi did not dodge, and it was rampaging in the young man's body at this moment.

The city lord of Prayer Water City was suddenly vigilant in his heart, raised his hand and patted away a stone hidden in the dark, as fast as an arrow, the back of his hand was as white as jade, and he used Gang Qi to suppress the flames on it.

Dangerous and dangerous, the two sides must not be sloppy in the slightest.

The city lord of Prayer Water City stood with his sword in his bearing, his left hand was bent, his claws were deeper, and the black gas was swirling on it. He walked on the ground with a little foot.

Fang Yan's eyes shrank, and he forcibly used the Yanshu Tianjiao Gong to suppress the sword qi in his body, stepped heavily on the ground, and twisted his body, while the thumb of his right hand was attached to the palm, and the palm of his hand was pushed forward, and the firelight instantly surrounded.

The city lord of Qishui City formed a ditch with his five fingers, slashed at the palm of the young man's flames, twisted the wrist of his right hand, and pulled out the long sword from the bottom to the top, slashing a sword qi.

The young man snorted, before the sword body arrived, the sword qi was surging, the clean clothes on Fang Yan's chest were torn apart in an instant, his face was solemn, and the speed of his attack was as fast as lightning, first with a palm of qi and blood, he slapped off the approaching sword body, and then closed his five fingers, held the left hand stretched out by the city lord of Qishui City, raised his knee, threw out a leg sideways, and kicked the man hard.

The man's face changed, and at the same time, he retracted his sword and turned around, kicking Fang Yan's leg with one leg.

The two fed each other a move, and separated again, Fang Yan covered his chest with his right hand, his face turned blue and red, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

The man was kicked by Fang Yan, looking a little embarrassed, looking at Fang Yan in disbelief, and said hoarsely: "Are you Yamashita Martial ...... Or a mountain qi practitioner?"

He has also served as the city lord of Qishui City for many years, and he has met countless Erlang who has traveled through the rivers and lakes, and he is a martial artist in the second realm, but he has never seen an acquired martial artist with the same qi and blood as the young man in front of him, flowing wantonly, and he is even more innate than his own innate martial artist.

The city lord of Prayer Water City has never met such a strange teenager in so many years!

Fang Yan was speechless.

The man grinned, his face hideous, "Although you are not a Taoist priest, you must taste good, maybe I can live for ten more years after eating your heart and liver." ”

The young man's face was calm, and he silently considered the man in his heart.

This is Takeo Yamashita's strength, his momentum.

Just a few moves, the moves are quaint, but any shot is a life-and-death battle.

However, the young man was a little puzzled, the man's sword was handed out, and it did not bring the amazing power imagined.

In the first battle of the Blood Barbarian Illusion Realm, the sword of Zhao He of the Six Battle Gate, the double swords of Chu Hong and Zhou Feng of the Flower Bone Sect, it seems that there is not much difference between them and the city lord of Qishui City.

Fang Yan secretly compared the Blood Bone Ancestor with it, and found that the latter was also inferior.

If the city lord of Prayer Water City knows, it is estimated that a mouthful of old blood will spurt out.

In the end, he is an ordinary man, his talent is not good, he can only rely on external means to break through the realm, and he belongs to the kind of strength at the bottom in the second realm.

Zhao He, Chu Hong, Zhou Feng, who are the people? Lanzhou is a Tianjiao, a person who can condense his qi and build a foundation, and there can be several people in a state.

Not to mention the Blood Bone Ancestor, the big guy of the Four Realms Yuan Infant before his death, his cultivation was suppressed in Zhuji, and it was not something that a few Tianjiao could contend with.

It's not that the city lord of Prayer Water City is not strong, it's just that the object of the boy's comparison is too terrifying.

This does not mean that Fang Yan is careless, it is knowing the strength of Zhao He that makes his eyes more solemn.

The young man exhaled deeply, raised his right hand flat, stretched out two fingers together, and wiped them horizontally.

Blood beads slid down from Fang Yan's cuffs, burning in the air, and with a twist of the young man's handle, the flames converged to form a dark red long needle.

The city lord of Prayer Water City shrank his gaze, and the long sword in his hand showed a three-foot green glow in the next moment, and at the same time, his breathing slowed down, and his breath was unified.

This long sword is his natal sword, although it is not a flying sword, the material is not bad, with him I don't know how many years, at this moment the man's qi is condensed, the long sword has a spirit in the heart, and the sword qi is swallowed.

The boy's right arm was thrown back, and the next lightning bolt was thrown.

There is something out of the middle.

The fire needle composed of qi and blood roared by, the man's eyes flashed, and the long sword cut through the sky in the next moment.

One comes and goes.

Return to silence.

The flying needle thrown by the young man stabbed the man, and the man's face changed, and he kicked backwards, covering his mouth, and blood spilled all over the ground.

Fang Yan was pale, his palm was firmly gripping the long sword in front of him, he lowered his head, and looked at the other short sword inserted into his abdomen.

The man actually has a natal sword, which was only used at a critical moment, and the timing and trickiness of the shot are very old-fashioned.

In the end, it is the city lord of Prayer Water City, and the young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes is still too tender.

The young man's body swayed, but he still stood still, his right hand was forced, and he drew the short sword in his abdomen, and his hands connected to stop the blood.

The short sword left, but the sword qi remained in the body, the breath rippled and raged, and the young man's body was like a steamer, and the surface of his body gradually turned red.

There was a bang in the main body of the city of Prayer Water City, and the heartbeats of different sizes were like drums, and the next moment the drums suddenly became smaller. The corner of the man's mouth oozed blood, and he sneered, and the murderous aura in his eyes was unprecedented.

"How can there be such a monster as you in a realm, obviously your breath is very weak, but your means are very evil. If I had been stronger, I would have died a long time ago. The man stared at the young man and gritted his teeth, "Ruined my heart and liver of a Taoist priest, you will die today!"

Fang Yan was silent, and his face turned red.

The sword qi raged in the body, but the three new blood apertures were unscathed. The young man was like being punched by Lao Dao'er that day and thrown into the medicine jar.

But compared to Lao Dao'er's fist, this sword is still far behind.

The flesh is boiled, and the furnace is opened to refine the sword.

Blessed with the full strength of the Second Realm of the Water City City Lord, the fourth and fifth new blood apertures broke out of the cocoon from the mud embryo, and Fang Yan returned to the middle stage of blood gathering. The young man himself didn't notice it, the skin under his clothes was red, the heat was steaming, and the sword wound just now was bubbling and slowly recovering.

Lao Dao'er said to Xu Minjian that the young man's physical body is like refining a sword, and the stronger the whetstone, the sharper the sword.

That's true.

The city lord of Prayer Water City was unaware, holding dual swords, and the sword light shot out between the cruel smiles.

The young man turned his back to the little girl in the Taoist robe, turned his head to look at Xiao Dao'er, who was still epiphany, and smiled.

Then he stretched out a finger, and the blood poured out, wrapping around his fingertips, and pointing at the elephant.

In the young man's heart lake, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and he was about to raise his hand, but with a light sigh, he laughed and dissipated his figure.

"Forget it. ”

The little girl in the Taoist robe opened her eyes at this moment, and the next moment, with the little girl as the center, the surrounding ground cracked and collapsed down, rushing out of the sword qi, like a pillar of light storm, sweeping in all directions, and the face of the city lord of Qishui City, who was already seriously injured and fell to the first realm, changed greatly, the sword qi suddenly collapsed, and the long sword and short sword were even more shattered.

Fang Yan was the closest, bathed in the sword qi rushing to his face, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and the palm of Lao Dao'er's lakeside that day appeared in his mind.

The sword intent is the best in the world.

He suddenly thought of the first time he stepped into the realm of blood barbarian illusion, facing the pool of blood, and threw a dashing punch.

At that time, as a scholar, Qin Wushu clapped his hands lightly and smiled brightly.

"Man breathes a breath of life. Finally, Uncle Li's step-by-step teachings resounded in my heart.

So the young man's fingers were bent, clenched into a fist, and a faint sword intent at his shoulder vibrated slightly, and a trace of sword qi flowed down the stream, pouring into the blood of Fang Yan's Purple Palace.

Fang Yan threw a punch in a trance.

One punch is comparable to a sword fairy!

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