"Sword Spirit Immortal, Sword Spirit Immortal, come quickly!"

The young man put away the small sword and held up his hands, and prayed sincerely to the remaining flying swords in front of him.

At this moment, the flying sword in front of him suddenly sensed something, and there was a chaos, crashing around, and finally stopped in the air, all of them roared in one direction.

"Sword Spirit Immortal, don't go! Recognize me, come back quickly, recognize me, come back..."The young man looked anxious and chased after the few flying swords flying away in front of him.

"Don't chase Lao Tzu! I don't want to practice swords, get out of here! I just don't practice swords! Get out!"

Suddenly, a figure quickly floated in front of the young man's eyes, his eyes were facing each other, and one was dressed in white, it was Tang Xian. When the young man was surprised, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he saw that Tang Xian was densely packed behind him, chasing no less than two thousand flying swords, and there were actually four hundred zhang swords in the rear...

And just now those flying swords of his own pursued it, the young man was dumbfounded, and exclaimed: "So many flying swords, do they all recognize this Tang Xian, my God!!"

"Ding, ding"

Suddenly, the young man found that the small sword in his pocket made a sword sound, and he was faintly restless, only to see a few inches of the small sword fly out of the pocket in an instant, turning into a normal size, faster, and as fast as thunder and lightning. In an instant, he went straight to the front of Tang Xian and roared away.

"Ahh

Tang Xian ignored the curses after being silent, his speed was faster, and he ran around, but the flying swords around him, as soon as he saw him, would follow the large army and chase after him, as if he had seen something extremely excited.

At first, I just wanted to lure the flying sword to others, but I didn't expect to attract other people's flying swords. In the time of half a pillar of incense, there was not only a flying sword chasing behind Tang Xian, but also several teenagers roaring with their vocal cords, gritting their teeth and chasing after him.

"Tang Xian, don't run!Give me back the flying sword!Hurry up and return my flying sword!Ahh...hh

Chen Feng not far from here. He secretly said in his heart: "I have never seen any strong winds and waves. How can those young men compare with me, and treat the sword spirit neither on their knees nor on its anger. You can only go to attract it. ”

After speaking, I saw Chen Feng sitting on the ground with great interest, facing the sky, singing with emotion and high emotions: "I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."

"I heard your voice, and I had a special feeling that made me keep thinking about it, and I didn't dare to forget you again..."

"No matter how far the road is, I will make it happen, and I will whisper to you in your ear, to you!"

"I love you and love you, just like a mouse loves rice, no matter how much wind and rain, I will still be with you"

"I think you miss you, no matter how bitter it is, as long as it can make you happy, I am willing to do anything, I love you like this"

When the old man Chen Feng sang over and over again, the heavens and the earth shook for a while, and a flying sword fell from the sky with the sound of breaking through the air, whistling. There were more than 2,000 of them, and under the old man's surprised expression, one flying sword after another happily revolved around Chen Feng.

In the blink of an eye, there were no less than fifty flying swords, turning into one-inch small swords and flying into Chen Feng's arms, and the number continued to increase. Chen Feng suddenly smiled, jumped around, and sang loudly with great excitement. "I love you, I love you, like a mouse loves rice, I miss you, I miss you..."

When Chen Feng was singing excitedly, suddenly a white figure stepped in front of him, and the figure said sincerely: "Hey, Lao Chen, are you singing?"

"Yes, it's fate. What are you doing here?" Chen Feng looked at Tang Xian's back in surprise. With a puzzled look, he shook his head, ignored it, and continued to sing loudly: "It's like a mouse loves rice..."

"Tang Xian, are you stupid, you can get the approval of the sword spirit by running blindly!" Chen Feng asked in a strange voice.

"That's so strange! The sword spirit is crazy, and he usually wants to chase me! I'm leaving! Don't chase me later!" Tang Xian finished speaking and disappeared here.

"I'm sick!" Chen Feng said disdainfully, and then he heard a few roaring voices behind him...

"Tang Xian, don't run, I'm going to kill you!, my flying sword, I'm going to kill you!"

Chen Feng's face was strange when he heard this, and just as he was about to continue singing, he saw more than a dozen teenagers running in front of him and chasing in the direction Tang Xian had left.

Even if a young man's head is broken, he will run blindly, but these dozen teenagers are so playful and a waste of time. I'm sick!I'm not good at communicating with the sword spirit, I'm still playing with you chasing me, it's wonderful!" Chen Feng squinted, shook his head, and sneered with a sneering face.

"There's a special feeling that I love you like this..."

"Oh yes, don't run away with the flying sword, I haven't finished singing yet. Huh, why is my storage bag moving? Little sword, don't run! Ahhhh...h

Chen Feng looked at the few inches of small swords in the storage bag and flew away in a hurry. Suddenly he was furious and thundered. His right hand slammed into the storage bag, took out a stick from the storage bag, and chased Tang Xian with the teenagers.

Alan was holding more than twenty small swords in his hand, and suddenly saw Tang Xian running very close to him. His face was full of joy, and he was about to step forward to say hello, when he heard Tang Xian shouting: "Alain, don't come near me! Run!"

Hearing this, Alan quickly ran dozens of feet away, and then saw a scene that shocked her, Tang Xian was running ahead, and more than two dozen teenagers were chasing behind him, Chen Feng Old Man sometimes approached Tang Xian, knocking out a rolling shadow, knocking the ground and shaking the mountains, and the smoke and dust were filled.

The most shocking thing was that behind the 20 or so teenagers, "the sound of flying swords breaking through the air was heard!" One after another flying swords scrambled to be the first, whistling past, chasing behind. At this moment, the world is full of flying swords, covering the sky and the sun, and the lineup is huge. There are more than 6,000 of them! As far as the eye can see, there are more than 100 hundred-zhang swords in the rear, and at a very long distance, there is still a thousand-zhang sword looming!

Looking down from a high altitude, with Tang Xian as the leader and the rear sword as the tail. It forms a large triangular sword-shaped shape. Just like the symbol of this "→"

is like a bamboo, the formation at this moment makes people feel numb and shocking!

Alain looked at this scene tremblingly, dumbfounded, and exclaimed: "This... This is made by the big brother?"

And Tang Xian in the field dodged Chen Feng's stick sideways, turned around and shouted: "Hey~ Old man Chen, you said that you wouldn't chase me, but now you are chasing the fiercest, and the stick is more and more ruthless." ”

"How did I know that you kid would make a trick and snatch all my flying swords. Hurry up and return my flying sword, otherwise Master Chen, I will knock you to death with a stick...!" Chen Feng gritted his teeth and said it, and swung it out again.

After Tang Xian raised his leg to dodge the stick, his speed was even faster. After a few strides, Chen Feng was thrown away, and he couldn't help but turn around and shout: "Old man Chen, you can tell your flying sword to go." Now they are determined to chase me, how can you ask me to return your flying sword, don't you know how to sing?

"Now that the flying swords are chasing you, how do you let me communicate? Ahh

The difference between Mu Yi and Chen Feng is that when Mu Yi came here, he took out a sword and danced slowly.

"I started practicing swords when I was seven years old, although I didn't have a great swordsmanship. At least a little understanding, the swordsmanship in my heart is, I am holding the sword, and then the sword is in my heart. In the end, I am the sword!"

"And now it's this: I'm holding a sword!"

Mu Yi closed his eyes and practiced swordsmanship, and a sword roar came from the sky, and one by one the flying swords stopped in the air and stared for a moment, roaring, lined up in formation, and joined the drill team. Move with the wood. Mu Yi slashed to the left with his sword, and the flying sword resolutely slashed to the left. Mu Yi slashed to the right, and the flying sword also slashed to the right. This scene is as if Mu Yi is teaching a group of people to practice swords. It's just that there are no "people" in the field, only the sword is moving. "Ding Ding Ding"

As if Mu Yi was controlling these flying swords, Mu Yi spun around and slashed a sword forward, "Boom...", and the thousand flying swords behind him were the same, and they also slashed a sword in front of him. "Boom, boom..."

Mu Yi put away the sword style and pulled a knife flower. The sword danced again, over and over again.

At this moment, Mu Yi was behind him, and there were no less than two thousand flying swords. After following Mu Yi twice, each flying sword turned into a few inches of small sword and fell to the ground with a "ding".

"Woooo

There were still more and more flying swords all around, whistling towards them. Mu Yi didn't pick up the small sword either. I didn't even look at it, as if I was unmoved, and the whole person was immersed in the sword dance.