The originally clear night sky, since the waning moon was obscured by a cloud, suddenly thundered loudly.

Rumble!

The sky was suddenly bright, there were bursts of thunder overhead, and a tumbling black cloud was filled with purple gas, as if a wild dragon had entered the robbery.

In the distance, Annan on the boat shook his body and muttered, "Is this a good sign?"

Almost everyone had disembarked and disembarked, and he remained silent on the merchant ship. The wind was surging on the shore, and even a few of his subordinates couldn't look at it, so they boldly asked, "Boss, should we do something too?" ”

Annan shook his head solemnly, raised his head and gestured to the stern, and said in a deep voice: "Life and death are fate, and there is still a god hanging in the stern of this ship." I don't dare joke with the lives of a boatload of people. ”

However, he stared at Zhao Wu'an, who was unconscious on the shore, and An Qing, who was injured by the sword qi, and he was also uneasy.

Several guys looked at each other, knowing that Chu Ting at the stern of the ship was not a character to be messed with, and if he was negligent for a while, he might not even be able to save the life of the merchant ship, so he still let go of the idea of getting involved.

"It depends on who is more powerful than those two who play with knives. ”

As if feeling cold, Annan wrapped his padded jacket tighter.

Lying on the white sand, Zhao Wu'an, who was in a coma, seemed to feel something, and his fingers moved slightly.

Although his divine consciousness was vague, he seemed to see a shadow in the faint senses, standing in his spiritual platform, leisurely. Sometimes he drinks wine, sometimes he slashes out, and the sky is dark.

The night wind was desolate, with a cold and fine rain, and smashed straight to the earth. In the dense clouds, thunder roared, and purple lightning scattered in a serpentine shape.

Xu Yanchen said in his heart that it was not good, Duan Hunttian's appearance was a posture to go straight to the realm of a product.

His cultivation is only second-grade, and he should be on an equal footing with Duan Hunting, but his moves are mutually reinforcing, and his quick victory is precisely to eat Duan Hunttian's full-sleeved knife technique to the death, so that he can gain such an upper hand.

If it came to such a juncture, Duan Hunttian suddenly realized, it was obviously not good news for Xu Yanchen.

He raised his hand in a distant condensation, and a python-like energy gushed out from his palm, wrapped the scimitar inserted in the trunk of the tree, pulled it out, and pulled it back into his hand.

This is the case in the second-grade realm, as long as it has been wrapped in its own strength, it is not worth mentioning to take things from the air. And now there are only a few people in the world who have reached the first-class realm, what kind of supernatural power should they have?

Xu Yanchen has never been an enemy of a real first-class master, so he is also three points of longing and seven points of fear for that layer of realm. If Duan Hunttian was to enter the first rank here, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to even retreat with his whole body.

Of course, there is no word of retreat in the killer's creed, Xu Yanchen will only go forward and kill the past, kill others on their backs, and kill him with a knife.

If you want to be promoted to a grade, I will use my sword and blood to cut a first-grade grandmaster tonight, which is also a great achievement!

With a froze in his heart, Xu Yanchen rushed straight out.

The qi of the whole body suddenly exploded at that moment, and all of them were scattered outside the body, but it was not to form the true qi of the body, but like a group of demons entangled in it, it spread out countless densely entangled murderous qi, and with his steps, it rushed straight towards Duan Hunttian.

Duan Hunttian knew that the comer was not good, and he was not reckless against the enemy, so he immediately raised his knife and retreated. The fine rains from the sky were condensed by him as a barrier, blocking him in front of him in layers.

Xu Yanchen did not retreat but advanced, frantically waving the scimitar in his hand, and quickly slashed through the rain barrier that had just been formed. The blade slashed into the dense rain wall, like a pipa ringing, and the pearl was exquisite.

Every time Duan Hunttian took a step back, he took a step further, and in the tug of war between the two, countless rain threads gathered and scattered, and countless qi forces collided back and forth, dissipated and reborn in an instant. Whether it was Duan Hunttian or Xu Yanchen, the true qi of the dantian was running rapidly, and it was obviously at the point of life and death that he was fighting for his life.

Broken beads splash jade, ring Pei Ling.

This sudden spring rain knocked Duan Hunttian's soul back to twenty years ago.

Holding a knife that had not yet been opened, in the face of the secret ridicule of countless fellow disciples, he walked up to the knife platform and challenged the seventh uncle. On that day, although it was the beginning of the day, the sky was still like now, with fine and continuous spring rain.

In those years, the Kaihai Broken Knife Sect was also a famous party in the rivers and lakes, and there were 600 broken knives inserted around the knife platform in the faction, surrounding the high platform, and the blade was terrifying. Under the gaze of everyone, Duan Hunttian walked barefoot on the blade refining road covered with steel fragments, and climbed onto the knife platform, even if the soles of his feet were dripping with blood, he meticulously held the long knife upside down with both hands, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and waved towards the seventh senior uncle.

At that time, the seventh uncle only said one sentence: "If you are obsessed with knives in this life, you will not die well." ”

Duan Hunttian didn't say a word.

That contest lasted six hours. After the end of the meeting, the seventh uncle cut off the treasure sword, abandoned it beside the refining edge road, and walked off the knife platform with his sleeves brushed.

That is, from that day on, Duan Hunttian sent a division from the open sea and broken the knife, went to the rivers and lakes alone, and got acquainted with Ling Zhixiao. He has been lonely and friendless all his life, but Ling Zhixiao, who is the right envoy of Luo Yige, is as kind as a mountain when he meets in Pingshui.

He didn't blame Ling Zhixiao for concealing his identity, nor did he blame Ling Zhixiao for insisting that he didn't have a chance to be in the realm for many years. His body is like this, in Xu Yanchen's words, he is a cripple, which is not bad at all.

only sighed that Hongchen was shallow, and learned that he had a friend or two, but he was ruthlessly framed.

There was a purple thunder roaring in the air.

The dense rain was stunned, thinking that it was just when the Jiangnan puffer fish wanted to get on it, but Ling Zhixiao didn't have a chance to taste it.

Duan Hunttian couldn't help but retreat, and on the other hand, he frantically swung his sword to resist his strength, connecting the rain threads, weaving countless barriers in front of him, blocking Xu Yanchen's offensive, but the momentum on his body rose faster and faster.

The sky thundered, and the purple clouds rolled, as if the four seas were boiling. Beyond the distant mountains, several thick pillars of thunder descended from the sky from time to time, but there was a tendency to get closer and closer to the coast here.

No matter how fast he swung the knife, Xu Yanchen, who had never been able to break through the drizzle barrier in front of Duan Hunttian, was already furious, and the scimitar in his hand flew up and down like a butterfly, and the ice and rain curtain was torn into thousands of pieces, but no matter how fast he chased and how hard the knife swung, there was always only one line between him and Duan Hunttian.

It's just a fraction of a second.

Xu Yanchen said angrily: "Waste! How can you get into the first grade!"

The First Rank Realm is such a special realm that cannot be encountered, Xu Yanchen knows better than anyone else. At the age of nineteen, he had already touched the threshold of the second grade, and he had achieved the status of the left envoy of Luo Yige all the way, for many years, Xu Yanchen had stayed in the second grade, and he had only the right to look up to the top dozen people in the world.

He hates this unattainable opportunity the most, hates this ominous prophecy the most, and hates these people who have been favored by God and ascended to heaven in one step.

If anyone wants to go to the sky in one step, then why not him?

The thunder roared, almost in my ears. The thunder pillar, which had stayed dozens of miles away a few days ago, approached the coastal beach in an instant. Several stout palm trees fell in response, and broken leaves flew wildly.

Xu Yanchen, who had always boasted of being detached, could not help himself, his eyes were blood-red, and a corrosive aura flashed around him, and his speed was a little faster again.

Luo Yi is ever-changing.

Luo Yige's secret is not passed on, and the supreme mystery of your Excellency's hundreds of assassin killers practicing the mental method was used by the anxious Xu Yanchen without scruples at this time. Losing Shouyuan, he is not afraid.

Suddenly, the blade changed again, the butterfly scimitar was as fast as lightning, and the rain curtain between him and Duan Hunttian was almost narrowed to the point where it could not be seen clearly.

Duan Hunttian was silent, but his mind was full of Ling Zhixiao's seemingly ordinary words in those years.

"You are missing one of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and it is already a desperate situation in the eyes of ordinary martial artists. Duan Hunttian, in this life, you have no chance of a first-class realm. ”

"With your sword technique, you have to drag on until 200 moves against others, and then you can save up your sleeves and come out again. Hmph, according to the old man, it can be a big trouble to encounter a hard idea. ”

"The Taoist temple has long been set on fire, and the old body is also a Taoist priest who eats wine and meat. Come on, let's not talk about any sword martial arts today, and we don't care about your meridians that have broken a hole in the sky, you just have to get drunk and rest!"

"This Jianghu is a cooking dish, throwing a bunch of things into it, and boiling another bunch of things out. It's hard to say who floats and who sinks. ”

"I'm not going to talk about you, Duan Hunting. With your obsession, if I hadn't mentioned it by my side, I wouldn't have known where to give an account of the head. ”

When Ling Zhixiao was alive, Duan Hunting Heaven was obsessed with the way of the sword, but he was often afraid of Ling Zhixiao's meridians, and he was cautious about the enemy, so he avoided countless killings.

At this time, Ling Zhixiao passed away, and although the bones were not cold, Duan Hunttian remembered the knife on the knife platform back then, repelling the seventh uncle's blessing to the soul.

If there was no Ling Zhixiao, Duan Hunttian would definitely not be able to reach the second-grade realm, and he would have thrown his life elsewhere.

But if there is still Ling Zhixiao, Duan Hunttian will be difficult to win in the end, and he will get a glimpse of the realm of heaven and man.

Xu Yanchen's face was hideous, his scimitar tore through the rain curtain, and with a sharp murderous aura, he rushed in front of Duan Hunttian with a wild roar.

"I can't run away!" Xu Yanchen sneered.

I see.

You have been explicitly hinting for many years, trying your best to suppress me in the realm of the second grade, just waiting for this day, right?

At this time, the canopy of heaven was closed, the purple clouds were surging and condensing, and ten thousand thunderbolts were descending from the sky, setting off a loud roar on the pale white sand, and the ten feet on Duan Hunttian's side were all scorched earth.

But Xu Yanchen's blade was already close in front of him, and Duan Hunttian raised his knife in his hand, and he had been forced to have no room to make a move.

His whole person greeted Xu Yanchen and his sword, without any thoughts of retreating, and he went forward.

It is like raising a shield to meet the rain of arrows, like riding a horse to chase a deserter.

"It's a swordsman anyway, what do you recognize, you can see it with a knife. ”

On the twenty-third day of the first month of the first year of Ming Dao, Duan Hunttian, the widow of the Kaihai Broken Knife Sect, entered the realm of a product.