I said, boatman, can you hold on a little faster, you won't be able to reach the shore when it gets dark. The young rusher called.

Suddenly, the old man stood in the bow of the boat and muttered to himself.

I think my windbreaker fairy is also a wanderer for half a life, and the game in the world is inevitably the pain of wandering in this world. Rushing to the sky, he even faintly looked like a Taoist immortal.

The boatman was stunned, originally thinking that this was an ordinary old man, but at this moment he couldn't help but be shocked by the momentum of this old man.

The speed of the boat in his hand couldn't help but speed up a little, and there was a faint look of respect between his eyebrows.

Thinking about the younger generations of the Feng Shui Palace, they are divided into two factions: the situation and the rational qi, which is really a bad rule.

The boatman was stunned when he heard it, and the prestige of the Feng Shui Fairy Palace among the ordinary people was also extraordinary.

In the eyes of these mortals, those who understand the number of yin and yang techniques, and those who have this unfathomable kung fu, are almost regarded as immortals.

One day, I will definitely step through the threshold of this feng shui palace and educate these young people who don't know the height of the sky for my ancestors.

This sentence is really loud and clear.

The windbreaker fairy has a solemn face, and the placket flutters in the wind, which really has a bit of the demeanor of a predecessor.

The boatman was in awe of the windbreaker fairy, and the boat also arrived at the shore, and bowed his hand respectfully, Old immortal, the boat has arrived, please get off the boat.

The fairy in the trench coat slowly walked off the boat, waved his sleeve, and reached into his sleeve to make a gesture of money.

The boatman hurriedly gave up, the old immortal couldn't help it, it was my honor for you to take my boat.

The windbreaker fairy also gave up, and the old man deserved it. The boy jumped off the boat and said goodbye to the boatman, who then departed.

Hanaba asked, why didn't you give money to this boatman on the surface, but you threw five taels of silver from the boat.

The fairy in the windbreaker also said proudly, the old man just expected that the boat family would not accept the old man's money and left him with the silver, the old man fairy wind bones, the style is impressive, the average mortal dares to accept the old man's money and things, as a senior master, how can I really owe the debt and not pay, don't you lose the wind of the ancestors, what do you know as an ignorant junior.

Feng Huaye walked behind, and couldn't help but think in his heart, the boat cost six taels, you give people five taels, and give a little less to others, what kind of tasteless fart is put from here.

The two wandered around the town for a long time, but still did not find an inn where they could stay.

Hey, the windbreaker can't stop chattering, you little, running so fast, tired old man. Feng Huaye was also out of breath when he walked in front, and he didn't have the strength to refute, so he found a big stone and lay on it.

In an instant, the wind rose, the clouds surged, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The windbreaker fairy changed color, hurriedly pulled up the flowers and leaves, and walked forward quickly, the flowers and leaves were also shocked, the weather came up and rained is not very normal, as for the nervousness, is it like this.

Cloud Palace, Rain Building. The wind-robed fairy muttered, it is really inevitable that there will be such a catastrophe today. Where the clouds and rain are turned, there is no mercy in the grass.

According to legend in the rivers and lakes, when performing tasks in the Cloud Turning Palace, there is a radius of half a mile, and there is no living mouth.

But no one has ever seen the people of the Cloud Turning Hall and the Rain Tower on a mission, and this is the most terrifying part of this rumor.

At some point, a black sword appeared, and there was still a sword next to the black sword than a person. People stand there, but they don't exude the slightest bit of life.

The black robe and the pitch-black sword beside him blended perfectly into the dark night.

Two black swords flashed their sharpness in the cold night.

Turning over the hands to make clouds and hands rain, they are light and thin, so why count. Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. If you say that you are weak in love and righteousness, but you value the most reputation, the first swordsman of the Cloud Turning Palace, the Cloud Turning Sword.

There is a huge Cloud Turning Palace, and there are countless people who use swords, but the strongest swordsman will always have the title of Cloud Turning Sword.

He's not a swordsman, he's just one of the strongest machines on a mission.

At this moment, he is standing here precisely to kill a person.

But this person is obviously not a windbreaker fairy and a wind flower, after all, a bad old man and the life of a little kid are still not valued.

A man in white came out of the tavern next to him.

is completely different from this Cloud Turning Sword, he is dressed in white, with a white sword, and a pair of deep eyes that reflect like starlight in the sky.

When you see such a pair of eyes that no one can't help but indulge in, his appearance is naturally ignored.

This is like a pair of eyes that have gone through the world, suffered a lot, and are compassionate, and this is also like a pair of innocent, innocent children's eyes.

There is a dazzling sun in these eyes, and there is a starlight in this eye, which is a pair of eyes that will never be forgotten at a glance.

Judging by these eyes, this is a simple person, but this is not a simple person.

But this is the person who is waiting for the Cloud Turning Sword, because he slowly raised his sword after melting into the darkness.

Cloud Turning Sword's face was very solemn, this was not like a mission, it was more like his own private matter.

The mood of the Cloud Turning Sword has fluctuated significantly, this must not be a mission, because the Cloud Turning Sword never has any fluctuations when performing tasks.

This white swordsman must be someone he knew.

Black and white, like day and night, it seems to be a fateful showdown.

The white swordsman didn't speak, and he also raised his sword.

The silver-white sword, and the pitch-black sword, flickered in the dark night, only a sharp light.

These two swords, except for the color, are roughly the same in all other places, just like their masters.

There is no trace of the sword, and the cold light is thirteen points. The Cloud Turning Sword is out of the sword, and under one look, there are already thirteen swords, if the plum blossoms that fall from the blizzard, this is a beautiful and bewitching swordsmanship.

Thirteen beautiful sword flowers are enough to seal any way of the white swordsman, this is a sword that is extremely fast, this is a sword that is extremely beautiful.

This sword move is not like a human sword with a sword, this is like the sword itself.

The Cloud Turning Sword has been practicing swords since he was thirteen years old, and he sleeps with the sword in his arms at night, and the sword never leaves his body, this sword is like his third hand. The sword is like an extension of his body, which is the ultimate in swordsmanship.

No one knows if the White Swordsman will be able to block this sword.

........

Bite...... The white swordsman's sword is already in the shell.

The Cloud Turning Sword took three steps back, and the sword that was tightly held in his hand was already hanging low to the ground.

A master can make a move, one move can divide the winner and loser, and three moves can determine life and death.

No one knows how the white swordsman came out of the sword, the antelope hangs its horns, and there is no trace of it, and the beauty of this sword may only be understood by these two brothers.

Lovesickness is bitter, it is difficult to bear, the red dust is fighting, the natural pain, you are so self-conscious. Before the white swordsman could utter his words, he turned around and walked slowly into the tavern.

A wry smile crossed the Cloud Turning Sword's face, this may be the first time in the past few years that someone has the color on his face. Immediately, his face returned to coldness.

His hands were still trembling slightly, and he didn't know if he would be able to kill if he had the upper hand. Perhaps he knew that he would not have the upper hand, even after a few years of near-hellish training.

He quietly disappeared into the night, just as he had come quietly.