Ren Pingsheng shook the hilt of the sword in his hand.

He took a deep breath and smiled softly.

"I ...... in my life"

"Originally, in this life, I just wanted to cultivate a sword. ”

The thin swordsman with a bloody face shook his head with a smile: "But without the phoenix chick, this life is ...... How do you want to be complete?"

He clenched his sword tightly.

Nine hatreds roared.

The phoenix chick shook wildly.

"I've heard that you have nine sword moves. ”

The West Demon, who was standing not far away, stood firm, his big sleeves bulging, and hooked his fingers with a smile, "Let's take a look." ”

Ren Pingsheng lowered his head, and the vitality of the sword through the forbidden scroll caressed his heart, stroking back and forth, suddenly like clear water flowing, suddenly like a rainstorm hitting the shore, suddenly and instantaneously stagnant.

The world is big, but it's just a sword.

Peace of mind.

He does have nine sword moves.

But that was a long time ago.

Nine hates have nine hates.

After getting the phoenix, there will be no regrets and no hatred.

Ren Pingsheng closed his eyes, let the sword flow through the sword air, and finally slowly infiltrated into the bone marrow.

He said calmly, "I do have nine swords. ”

A brief moment when I just closed my eyes.

He looked back at his life in his mind.

That thin back, on the upper floor of Fengting City in the Northern Wei Dynasty, in the tavern of Xiguan, under the thunder drum of the West Wall, and on the top of the wasteland mountain in the South China Sea.

Countless Ren Pingsheng looked back.

Look in the eye with yourself.

They all had only one sword on them.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes, and it was pitch black in front of him, and the countless "Ren Pingsheng" slowly overlapped.

When he first debuted, he swept away the fallen leaves like an autumn wind and swept the swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

After becoming famous with the sword crown, it is famous, such as thunder on the ground, 100,000 miles of floating land in the Northern Wei Dynasty, everyone knows it.

Since Fengting City was crushed by Sword Zongming's sword, the sword heart collapsed, and then cowered and lost the sword heart.

Wu Niu gasped for the moon.

In the heavy snow, he came to Xiguan alone, unclothed, struggling to survive, and then met Jiang Qingyi.

The man in Tsing Yi changed his life.

Feng Xiao changed herself.

The previous life trajectories overlapped and overlapped.

In the end, it was stacked into one person.

Stacked into this moment, Ren Pingsheng with two hands and two swords.

What I think in my head, what I do now, my posture and posture, are all the same.

He took a deep breath, his abdomen bulging, and two rolling thunderbolts passed into the Nine Hatred Phoenix Chicks from his sleeves.

The sword qi between heaven and earth is magnificent.

The border of the Western Regions was originally snowy.

Under the sword qi drumming and washing the sky, in just a few breaths, within a radius of dozens of zhang, there was a torrential rain that suddenly fell!

There was a thin swordsman holding two swords like an umbrella, the hilt of the sword was retracted into his sleeve, and suddenly he began to run wildly, and the two sleeves of rolling thunder were handed into the sword, jumping repeatedly on the body of the sword.

In Ren Pingsheng's blind eyes, the glorious sun rises at this moment.

He shouted, the tip of his tongue like thunder.

I couldn't make out what it was.

The Nine Hates Phoenix Chicks are all subtle and subtle swords, whether the sword body is simple or simple, and they have done enough in the subtleties.

Ren Pingsheng raised his sleeves and first cleaved out the domineering nine hatreds.

The rainstorm curtain was suddenly torn, and the raindrops that unfortunately came into contact with the Nine Hatreds sneered loudly, like drops hitting the hot iron, turning into a puff of smoke.

Liang Liang hurriedly raised a hand, opened his five fingers, and tried to hold the Nine Hates Sword that set Ren Pingsheng's lifelong sword qi in three feet, the moment his fingertips touched the Nine Hatreds, thousands of troops and horses galloped with the sword body, and the sword through the forbidden scroll Ben Lei flicked the snow-white five fingers of the first person in the Western Regions away.

Liang Liang turned his head sideways expressionlessly, let the nine hatreds slash down, slashed on his shoulder, and cut out a red spark.

Donkey Kong's physique is covered with a layer of Vermilion Bird Void Flame.

The sword body went from boiling to boiling, and the lines were cracked vertically and horizontally.

Ren Pingsheng turned a deaf ear, his five fingers clenched together and he hated nine hatreds, and he didn't feel any pain.

There was a long cry of a phoenix chick between heaven and earth, which was completely different from the nine hatreds.

The phoenix chick is like an indecisive yin wind, and the yin compassion blows through the back of Liang Liang's neck.

The West Demon narrowed his eyes suddenly, and his naked eyes did not see clearly when this simple and exquisite sword disappeared from Ren Pingsheng's sleeve, and when it came to the back of his neck.

Ren Pingsheng's face was calm.

A sword phoenix chick is like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

One sword and nine hatreds are like thunder on the ground.

The time of the sacrifice of the sword is too wishful.

These two swords, one feminine and the other wild, but in the final analysis, they are all sword qi wanton, like a young man who is arrogant and reckless.

The first person in the Western Regions who could kill Ren Pingsheng's head with one hand rubbed his body in, ignoring the phoenix chick that was about to fall on the back of his pink neck, and sent it forward on his shoulder, dragging Jiu Hate to hand out a series of crackling sparks.

She only needed to gently move her hand and brush Ren Pingsheng's neck, then this Xiguan Kendo Grandmaster would fall on this snowy field.

It's just that the thin swordsman with a bloody face has long been unable to see what is in front of him, but he suddenly retracted his body, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his whole person's momentum changed from outward to restrained.

Wu Niu gasped for the moon.

The sword is like guts.

He seemed to have suddenly lost all his courage, and he no longer had the slightest courage to take out his sword and hand over the sword, and the phoenix chick that should have fallen on the back of the neck of the West Demon just blew a gust of cold wind, then hoarsely circled and ran back into his big sleeve.

Ren Pingsheng staggered back fifteen steps.

The speed of each step is extremely fast, but the footsteps are subtle, like a married woman in the boudoir, feminine and humble.

The more this is the case, the more it feels humiliating.

After sacrificing the defeated sword, it was too unsatisfactory.

The West Demon flapped lightly and chased a distance of fifteen steps.

After fifteen steps, it was like thunder, even like her, after falling into the palm, she was a little surprised that she was too strong at this moment, and it was not her original intention.

Be forgiving and forgiving.

But there are always people in the world who deceive and humiliate and destroy them.

Those people who have insulted Ren Pingsheng in the tavern.

looked down on the Northern Wei Dynasty sword crown back then, and went to the tavern to be beaten and begged for wine.

Heavy snow in Xiguan, 39 days.

On that day, when the thin man picked up his sword again, he picked up his courage.

There is also a body of sword energy.

The green snake in the sleeve is thick, and the sword qi on the temples is long.

Ren Pingchang let out a roar, the corners of his eyes were bloody, and the stings cracked.

Half of the face is bloody and fleshy.

The hand of the West Demon was only a fraction of a minute away from the top of his head.

The nine hatreds of the phoenix chicks overlapped and resisted.

Liang Liang's face was extremely cold, staring at his hand that had turned from fiery red to snow-white.

Thirty-nine heavy snow, the sky and the earth are extremely cold, from the sword body into his palm, the chill penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and his own void flame actually has some meaning of being frozen.

The soles of Ren Pingsheng's feet sank one foot.

He laughed miserably and said, "Please go to the enemy with the Nine Hatreds." ”

The two swords overlapped, and the sword qi burst out, and there was an unstoppable force that trembled.

The palm that Liang Liang pressed down was shaken up.

She clasped her hands again in an instant.

No matter how strong your sword qi is, no matter how unparalleled it is, I only need one palm.

If this sword can have half of his "Great Yuan Qi Sword", Liang Liang would never dare to hold it up like this.

Ren Pingsheng's waist and abdomen contracted and then bulged, and the whole body fell backwards, almost parallel to the ground in an instant.

His toes touched the ground, and two pools of mud splashed abruptly, without the strength of the wind, and he avoided this palm and kept sliding backwards.

If the whole person is light enough to ignore gravity, there are wings behind him that tremble lightly, shuttling through heavy rain, and not a single raindrop is contaminated.

In his sleeves, Feng Xiaojiu shrank most of his head, and the sword body did not leak, only the tip of the sword appeared, and he kept kissing the soil on the muddy snowfield.

Such as wearing flowers and butterflies.

The more he swept back, the stronger the sword qi in his body became, and the sword qi that was overflowing above the dome before actually had some meaning of landing.

Liang Liang glanced up indifferently, not caring about the thunderclouds slowly condensing overhead.

She clenched her hands suddenly.

In the palm of the palm is the void.

A spear of more than one zhang, inch by inch condensed by the void flame, boiling in the palm of the hand, finally condensed, scorching and hot.

A shot is thrown—

Heaven and earth were crushed to the limit by this shot.

There is no retreat, and there is no avoidance.

Ren Pingsheng, who swept back from the flat ground, stood up abruptly.

The hot spear that was supposed to be aimed at his head passed through his shoulder, and half of his body was smashed by the gun.

Ren Pingsheng's face was expressionless, and the corners of his lips were slightly pulled, as if he was unaware of the pain in his shoulder.

He got up and swept forward like thunder.

The sword qi that had accumulated to the extreme was pressed forward with him.

The general trend of heaven and earth is rolling eastward.

Nine hatreds are thrown.

The Nine Hatreds entered the West Demon in an instant.

Liang Liang clenched the Nine Hatreds with one hand, and his gaze was absorbed by this ridiculously fast long sword.

A lobe obstacle.

This first person in the Western Regions had a sense of foreboding.

Liang Liang stomped his foot suddenly.

Back to the carbine.

The red flame spear that pierced Ren Pingsheng's right shoulder was nailed into the snow, and at this moment, it rose from the ground, piercing Ren Pingsheng's left shoulder with a huge blood hole.

The thin swordsman with bloody holes in his shoulders staggered for a moment, running faster.

The galloping horse does not look back.

He laughed miserably, and watched Liang Liang rise up behind Liang Liang with one red spear after another, densely packed together, and smashed like locusts.

Wang Yang wanton.

Drown him.

Ren Pingsheng only has one phoenix chick in his life.

He waved the phoenix chick with difficulty, the tip of the sword flowed one puff after another, shuttling through the ocean of the Vermilion Bird's void flame, and the tip of the phoenix chick sword was against him, like a peacock opening the screen.

Flying fish against the current.

When Ren Pingsheng stumbled out of the Vermilion Bird Void Flame Gun Formation, he didn't have a good place in his body.

All the flesh and blood were scorched by the heat.

All the skin crumbled into ashes.

He forgot all his sword moves.

Forget everything.

When he broke out of the Vermilion Bird Void Flame, he was still waving the phoenix chick with four patterns.

The lines bloomed, and then there was a click, accompanied by a vigorous swing, turning into cracked iron filings.

The sword has been like this.

What about people?

This thin man, all over his body, even the blood was burned dry.

Liang Liang stood in front of him, his shoulders sinking.

The man slowly waved the phoenix chick, which no longer existed, and moved in front of him little by little, and then bumped into himself with a gentle movement.

The West Demon frowned with a blank expression.

She watched Ren Pingsheng's knees move down little by little.

Get on your knees.

Then he fell to the ground.

This man has nine sword strokes.

Only eight swords were used.

The ninth sword, there will be no more.

Never again.