"I didn't expect the dignified Tanhualang to not be a good official in the court, how could he go to our army to be a small staff member with no grade?"

Xiao Zhen was far from wearing the illustrious red robe and red armor that he wore when he marched during the daytime, except for a blood-red long knife in his hand, which was a simple cloth shirt, which looked extremely low-key and simple.

"During the day, I felt that someone was watching me, and I thought there was some kind of hidden spy, but now it seems that it must be what you did, right?"

The back of the knife tapped his left palm, Xiao Zhenyuan raised his head slightly, looked at Chen Fusheng, and said with an affirmative expression, "That should be the so-called immortal technique, I have also seen a few so-called masters in the rivers and lakes before, all of them are paper tigers, but you seem to really have some strength." ”

"It's such a strong spiritual sense," Chen Fusheng was slightly surprised, although the two of them had the same realm, but the other party only forcibly broke through with martial arts, which was not as subtle as his cultivator's heart and earth. However, the other party was actually able to perceive his water mirror imaging technique, and this spiritual sense was remarkable whether it was born congenitally or honed on the battlefield on the battlefield after tomorrow.

Chen Fusheng secretly urged the Northern Darkness True Water in his body, and a wave arose under his feet, holding him to stop not far from Xiao Zhenyuan.

"Fusheng has seen General Xiao, since General Xiao came so early, why didn't he remind him, so as not to snub the distinguished guests?"

Listening to Chen Fusheng's soft and rigid words, Xiao Zhenyuan was unconscious, pointed at the tip of the knife, and laughed: "This general has been fighting on the battlefield for thirty years, since he broke through to the innate realm ten years ago, he only feels that the world is vertical and horizontal, and there are few enemies, because of the lack of opponents, it is difficult to improve martial arts, I see that your strength is not bad, it is my long-favorite opponent who wants to have a good fight, I also want to see what the effect of the so-called immortal spell is?"

Feeling the monstrous fighting intent on Xiao Zhenyuan's body, Chen Fusheng secretly screamed "bitter", he didn't expect Xiao Hai to come up to find fault yet, this Xiao Zhenyuan came over first, at that time outside the Lingji Palace, when he saw Xiao Zhenyuan, he felt that the other party was quite kind, but he didn't expect the other party to be so belligerent.

However, Xiao Zhenyuan's move also inspired a pride in his heart, and he didn't answer, smiled lightly, and urged the waves under his feet to kill him.

Licking his lips, twisting his neck, and making a crackling sound all over his body, Xiao Zhenyuan's fingers loosened and tightened, and he clenched the long knife in his hand.

Then he stomped on the ground, and a white rainbow flew across the river.

The single knife in his hand has been slashed with his head up.

The name of the knife is Red Tiger, four feet two inches long, weighing thirty-six pounds, not seeking sharpness, and defeating the enemy with a blunt edge.

I saw that the already huge blade of the knife floated a layer of blood-red internal qi, and the sword light was cold and domineering, calm the water surface, and was instantly cut out of a three-foot-wide waterway.

Putting away his smile, Chen Fusheng stepped on the water wave under his feet, activated the ability to resist the water, and saw a huge wave against the sword qi head-on. The true water of the Northern Darkness has been quietly injected into it.

Before the huge wave could make contact with the sword qi, the castration had stopped abruptly, and then, the wave about a foot high quickly condensed into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of the blade, and it was actually a small mountain of Xiaoice in this golden autumn.

The majestic crimson knife qi ignored it, and still stubbornly threw itself towards the ice cube, as soon as the knife light touched the ice cube, with a twist of the wrist, it instantly split countless grooves on the huge ice block, each of which was at least three feet deep, which was simply shocking.

However, this did not help.

As soon as almost every indentation appeared, under the surface of the water, clear water gushed out on its own, filled it, and condensed into ice.

As soon as the knife was closed, the iceberg was not split by the strong internal strength, but had a tendency to become thicker and thicker.

"This Northern Darkness True Water is really powerful!"

Chen Fusheng also used this Northern Darkness Technique for the first time to face the enemy, but it was much stronger than the true qi of the Qingcheng faction before, of course, it was also because the place where he fought was a river, and he naturally occupied the home advantage.

However, in this fight, he probably had an understanding of Xiao Zhenyuan's strength, withdrew the Northern Darkness True Water that was constantly injecting into the water under his feet, slapped the green bamboo sword on his waist, and stepped forward.

Judging from the words of this Xiao Zhenyuancai, he doesn't look down on these so-called spells, and for a character like him who fights from the battlefield with a knife and a shot, he is naturally really impressed by his martial arts.

As soon as he came up, he poured all the true qi of the Northern Darkness into it, and used the sword intent of the same life when he was on the Kuimen Flying Sword.

Dapeng rises with the wind one day,

It will be when the water hits three thousand miles.

The previous sentence depicts the appearance of Kunpeng, and although the next sentence is far less than 3,000 miles, it also has the flow of a river, which matches the current environment seamlessly.

Suddenly, Chen Fusheng seemed to be incarnated as an ancient Kunpeng, wandering wantonly, and his sword qi became more and more powerful.

Seeing Chen Fusheng's sword, Xiao Zhenyuan's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "Yes, no wonder martial arts alone can beat my Xiao family's offerings, with such an opponent, I, Xiao Zhenyuan, should go all out." ”

Speaking of this, he pulled it with his hand and tore off the hem of the robe, like an old farmer tied into his waist, his knees slightly bent, secretly accumulating strength.

Holding the knife with one hand and holding the knife with both hands, the momentum exerted on the body quickly shrank.

The internal qi shrouded in the knife also slowly converged, and only condensed into a thin layer at the blade.

At this time, Chen Fusheng's sword qi had already reached the front of his nose, Xiao Zhenyuan was not in a hurry, he took retreat as advance, pulled back in broken steps, avoided the sword edge, and then it was the most simple and ordinary vertical split.

The effect of this seemingly ordinary blow is much stronger than Fang Cai's gorgeous knife technique.

Solid and concise, even a red tiger figure faintly appeared behind his body.

This red tiger is his martial arts mixed with twenty years of bloody qi across the battlefield, to the strongest, is his means to press the bottom of the box, he saw Chen Fusheng's sword, he saw the hunting heart, will be like this.

The swords intersected, but there was no expected sound of gold and iron clashing. The sword qi and sword strength were like ice and snow melting, slowly canceling each other.

The void next to the sword was blooming with countless turquoise bamboo leaves and crimson fireworks, which were extremely beautiful.

The red sword and the green sword will win when they meet, but there are countless people in the world,

Then the two sides seemed to have a heart, and at the same time changed their moves, Xiao Zhenyuan's knife speed suddenly accelerated, and he walked with the knife, using the hob technique, a knife was as fast as a knife, and every time the knife light was not added, it swept back, and the place in front of him was stunned and laid a net.

Chen Fusheng put his fingers together, and then bent his fingers to flick the sword, and the verdant green bamboo sword took off on its own like a spiritual swallow around the beam.