To the south of Qingshan, in the low bushes, the man with the sword and the man with the sword were tense, but instead of facing each other, they were facing a young man in gold with a smile on his face at the same time.

"Two heroes, the fight is really exciting, why did you stop after seeing it?" The young man in gold carried a golden sword, like a god.

Zhou Feng, Chu Hong held the sword in his hand, rarely had no bickering, stared at this uninvited guest tightly, and the golden-clothed young man looked at him with admiration, "A domineering sword, a feminine sword, both are eight layers of condensation, and they are really difficult to deal with." ”

Zhou Chu and the two looked at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, and the two who had had had been mustard before almost put aside their prejudices at the same moment and joined hands temporarily. "Yes, yes, it's fun to come together. The only remaining golden-clothed young man in the Golden Sword Sect clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"Be careful!" Zhou Feng's eyes shrank, his hands pressed the sword sheath on the ground, reciting the trick, the mud of the land rose from the ground, surrounding an earthy yellow sword wall, and the golden sword behind the golden-clothed young man was silently unsheathed and slashed on the earthen wall.

Chu Hong glared angrily, stepped forward with a loud shout, held the sword with both hands and swung a fierce and incomparable crescent moon from the bottom to the top, the golden-clothed young man raised his eyebrows, twisted the trick with one hand, and the golden sword that pierced into the sword wall flickered, and after breaking away, he stopped and cut the full moon, "What a domineering sword!"

He put one hand behind his back, and waved lightly with the other, the skill of the imperial sword actually had some style, Zhou Feng's expression was solemn, his hands were pressed to the ground, and the phantom snow fox curled up on the side, and his spiritual power fed back to Zhou Feng.

"It's all because you were so ruthless before, otherwise Lao Tzu's sword wall could be a little thicker. Zhou Feng said, but he was a little relaxed in his heart in such a tense situation.

"Let your mother's fart, obviously you hurt Lao Tzu before, otherwise I can kill that grandson with a sword!" Chu Hong responded unceremoniously, a smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

When was the last time we fought side by side, five years ago, or ten years ago?

The gold-clothed young man was a little displeased, pinching the trick in his hand, and the sword qi was horizontal.

There is a saying that martial artists cultivate the sword of the world, and the qi warrior cultivates the sword. The martial artist cultivates the sword intent sword heart, and the qi practitioner cultivates the sword qi sword move, each with its own merits.

Two people fight one person, the magic sword fights the magic sword, domineering like a fierce beast, feminine like a river.

The face of the young man in gold changed suddenly.

A sword crossed the sky, and the original feminine sword came magnificently and domineeringly at this moment. One sword for one sword, one person for another, style refers to the door.

The sword intent of the two people became more and more courageous, climbing to the same height as the young man in gold!

"Sword lying in the Spring and Autumn Period!" The golden-clothed young man's face was hideous, and for the first time, he accepted his frivolous heart, and hurriedly used a trick of the Golden Sword Sect. The body of the golden sword shook, and it turned into countless sword shadows, which were arranged upright, surrounding the young man's body, and barely blocked the sword.

"My Golden Sword Sect inherits the lineage of the Zhongzhou Dengjian Tower, you vulgar swords, you are only worthy of being our sword guards!" The golden-clothed young man was furious, and his sword qi and sword moves were even stronger, causing the bushes to hum. Chu Hong swept with a sword, and the sword circle was rubbed with golden light.

"What kind of uncle are you pretending to be here, hiding in a circle, do you dare to come out to fight!" Chu Hong's angry gold-clothed young man almost spurted blood. You're hiding in someone's sword wall and you're embarrassed to talk about me?!

Although Chu Hong was unforgiving, his eyes were very solemn. He interlocked his fingers and made a gesture, and the sword body hovered out, and countless fierce sword qi suddenly appeared. There was no verbal communication, Zhou Feng left the ground with both hands, the sword scabbard hung horizontally from the tiger's mouth, pushing his hands and pinching the trick, the ground rumbled, and the roots pierced through the ground like a rainbow.

The sword dangled in the air and fell, stabbing at its bottom plate.

Two men who are as powerful as fire and water have a rare tacit understanding at this moment.

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The man with the knife smiled and looked at the disciples of the Hundred Bird Sect who came one by one, his eyes swept over these women without fear, looked from one peak to another, and nodded: "That's right, how beautiful and lively." ”

He seemed to say to himself, "You girls should be kept at home, wash your body and wait for men, how bad it is to fight and kill, and it will be ugly if you accidentally break your face." ”

This group of women from the Hundred Bird Sect was furious, and they couldn't wait to rush up immediately and cut off the third leg of this disciple, Zhu Xu's chest was undulating, the waves were turbulent, and the man with the knife grinned, "Good mountains, good water, good scenery!"

"Presumptuous!" a woman on the side screamed, and in a rage, she drew her sword and stabbed it. The side of the Six Battle Gates watched coldly, and there was no intention of helping the man.

The corner of the knife-wielding man's mouth was still smiling, and the hand holding the handle of the knife shook slightly, and the cold light suddenly appeared, bursting out with a dazzling light for a moment, and the spring stream was refracted into the sky.

The woman with seven layers of condensation showed a look of disbelief, the man put the knife into the sheath, and the woman's head fell to the ground silently, in one go.

The audience was silent and shocked.

Zhu Xu, who expected this situation, closed his eyes, "Why did you deliberately humiliate us!"

The man with the knife put the knife on his shoulder and snorted, "Humiliate you, no, I'm telling the truth, isn't the scenery here bad?"

Fang Yan didn't expect this man with a strange mouth to have such terrifying strength, his eyes widened and he looked at the man with the knife, the latter smiled at him, and Fang Cai's image of killing the seventh layer with one knife was suddenly ruined.

Zhu Xu was silent, "There's no room for maneuver?" She was unwilling to become a man's sword soul before she was born.

"Yes!" the man's eyes lit up, "Come on, come on, hand over all the clever marks on your bodies, I'll be generous and let you all go!"

"Impossible!" the woman in the costume opened her eyes at this moment, shouted angrily, and glared at the man.

The knife-wielding man shrugged, "Nothing is impossible. ”

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After a stick of incense, the woman in the Chinese costume gritted her teeth fiercely, and looked at Zhao He with her eyes full of fire, who played with a series of tokens in her palm and nodded with satisfaction.

"Bye-bye. Zhao He was in a good mood, he shook his hand at Zhu Xu, he lost his qualifications, and the upper and lower bodies of the Hundred Bird Sect dissipated, and he was about to be expelled from the illusion, "Six Battle Gates, wait, and Fang Yan, you little bastard, we will definitely get it back!" Zhu Xu's tone was calm, and those who were familiar with her knew that she was already angry.

The young man looked coldly at the woman in the gorgeous costume.

"Cut, it's just a threat, and so will I. The man with the knife watched the Hundred Bird Sect leave, pursed his lips, looked at the young man on the side, and after thinking about it, he picked up two seals from his arms and threw them to the young man, "I've sent you, let's clear the two." ”

The boy took the sigil, looked at it, and put it with his own, but reached out again. Zhao He's eyes widened,

"What for?"

The boy said word by word: "Give me half." ”

Facing the young man with the lion's big mouth, the man with the knife did not get angry, stepped on the ground step by step, looked at the young man, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Do you know who I am?"

The man with the knife was a head taller than Fang Yan, and the young man looked up, his face full of stubbornness.

After a while, Zhao He put away his immense momentum, Fang Yan's shoulders shook, and he finally stood firm, "That's it, whoever let this broken place can't mess up the cause and effect, give you half of it, don't get an inch." The man with the knife was quite helpless, but he was also a hearty person, and touched several pieces and threw them to him.

The boy took it, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Go back and find a place, let's have two drinks?" The knife-wielding man's eyes were bright, completely out of sight, and he was full of pride, "Don't say anything else, I can put down the foundation of a street when it comes to drinking!"

Fang Yan shook his head, "I don't know how to drink." "He can't say that he hates this hearty man.

Zhao He's face was full of regret, Fang Yan packed up his mark and was about to get up to say goodbye, but the man suddenly pressed his shoulder with a palm, and when he raised his head, the man with a knife who was talking and smiling looked at the west, and there was a solemnity in his eyes, and there was an astonishing momentum.

Zhao He of the Six Battle Gates rarely showed such a look.

"There are two breaths coming, from west to east, one looking for you, and the other killing you!"

The two kinds of speeches express completely different meanings, and the young man's heart tightens at this moment.

"If you can't hide, you might as well stand here in the light. Zhao He held on to the hilt of the knife and sat cross-legged on the ground, and the disciples of the Six Battles Sect sat down one after another to adjust their breath, and their movements were uniform.

Fang Yan was silent for a moment, followed his example, sat by the stream, turned out more than a dozen marks with a wipe of his hand, and put them in front of him to pit and practice.

At present, the enemy is fighting, six battles and a young man, ready to go!

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In the easternmost part, the battle has also come to an end.

Deng Jia half-knelt on the ground, covering her chest with her hands, and the bird she was driving had scattered hair and fell into the Yellow Spring. Bei Mochen was ragged, and blood slid down the corners of his mouth, but he straightened his chest.

The strongest fellow in the past finally ended up in a situation of defeat and injury.

"Why don't you kill me?" Deng Jia's eyes were glazed.

The silver-haired young man didn't speak, his body shook, he held the injured silver wolf on the side, and strode past Deng Jia, who laughed miserably, closed his eyes, and crushed the palm mark fiercely.

The woman's body and heart were shattered by the Northern Desert Dust.

"I have to change the bottom line in the future, don't kill women, this is good. The silver-haired boy muttered to himself, his eyes were resolute, and he traveled westward.