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The chill came from the rain and from all directions.

The old man Sandou tightly wrapped his sheepskin coat, and Jiang Fenghan was even more coughed violently by this sudden chill, and bent down with a cough.

"You're terminally ill. The old man Sandou looked at it quietly, and then said.

Jiang Fenghan gasped a few times, took out a tissue from his sleeve, wiped the corners of his mouth, shook his head and said, "Let's talk back to the topic just now." ”

"Good. The old man Sandou said happily.

"Back to Qingcheng Mountain. After Jiang Fenghan waited for his breath to be even, he jumped back to the previous topic and said: "Song Qiu and those two companions of unknown origin disrupted Zhang Xuanzong's plan, and also destroyed your plan to contain me in Jinguan Academy, and then I vacated my hands and feet to reseal the seal, which made the plans of Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Faction and Beibi Mountain all fail. ”

"Yes, the things on Qingcheng Mountain, to the Qingcheng faction, to Zhang Xuanzong, and the old man, it can be said that they are all failures and failures. The old man of Sandou smiled wryly and said, "Didn't you think who those two companions of Song Qiu would be?

"Listen to what you mean, you already know who they are?" Jiang Fenghan asked.

"There's some speculation, but it's not certain. The old man Sandou said calmly.

"If you can say it, you must be sure that it is not small. Jiang Fenghan said.

The old man Sandou smiled noncommittally, and said slowly: "I don't know about that young monk, but I have some ideas about that young man who is dressed strangely. ”

Although he deliberately covered his forehead with his hair, he could still notice a thin line in the center of his forehead that looked like a birthmark when his hair was blown by the wind. The old man squinted, as if recalling the man's appearance, "His skills are very sharp, and every move seems to have traces of 'Dao'." ”

Jiang Fenghan was also thinking about this question, could a martial artist at the peak of martial arts really be able to access the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth?

You know, that's the origin of this world.

It was a forbidden area in the heavens that even those immortal cultivators could hardly reach.

"He has a dog, a very powerful dog. The words of the old man Sandou turned a little abruptly.

Jiang Fenghan knew that dog, and judging from what he saw, that dog was indeed very powerful, and it was a bit outrageous.

The old man Sandou seemed to be walking on a winding mountain road, and the words turned back in an instant, and said, "The one on the forehead is not a birthmark, it is an eye." ”

The wrinkles on the old man's face gradually unfolded, like a mountain turned into a plain.

He looked at Jiang Fenghan, and Jiang Fenghan was also looking at him.

"He's Yang Jian. ”

"Erlang God Yang Jian. ”

The voice of the old man Sandou was not loud or loud, but it exploded like a thunderclap.

The sound of rain in his ears seemed to disappear suddenly, and only the words of the old man Sandou echoed in Jiang Fenghan's mind.

Jiang Fenghan closed his eyes and carefully recalled that scene.

The winter wind brought a fine rain mist, and the rain mist floated on Jiang Fenghan's face and stained Jiang Fenghan's lips.

Jiang Fenghan licked his lips, and the taste from the tip of his tongue was both bitter and sweet.

"Like...... Really. ”

His voice resounded softly in the gazebo, and even Jiang Fenghan himself didn't hear it clearly.

......

......

Lu Yuanlong's face was still stained with some brownish dust, and the hair on his sideburns was messy, very embarrassed and very depressed.

But when he looked at the long sword in Song Qiu's hand, and then looked at Song Qiu's people, the embarrassment and despondency were gone.

Only sword intent remained.

Awe-inspiring sword intent.

Jian Hongyu frowned and wanted to interject, but after seeing the solemn look in Lu Yuanlong's eyes clearly, she bit her lip and closed the cherry mouth that had just opened.

Song Qiu was locked by the sword intent, but he didn't have too much nervousness.

He lowered his eyebrows, not avoiding Lu Yuanlong's eyes, but thinking.

It seems that the True Martial Sect and the True Martial Emperor really have a lot of origins.

The sword intent emanating from Lu Yuanlong's body and the sword intent emanating from the True Martial Heaven-shattering Sword were almost created from the same mold, making Song Qiu feel it as soon as he touched it.

But he couldn't tell the origin of the True Martial Heaven Shocking Sword, let alone give the True Martial Heaven Shocking Sword to Lu Yuanlong, because it involved the rules and regulations of the heavens.

Although Lu Yuanlong's behavior of directly locking himself with sword intent was very impolite, because he thought that the True Martial Sect was likely to be the inheritance left by the True Martial Emperor in the world, Song Qiu still decided to treat him politely.

"I'm sorry, I can't say. Song Qiu held the sword and said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter. Lu Yuanlong's expression was calm and a little terrifying, like thousands of divine thunder hidden in the clouds, "If you don't say it, I'll take it myself." ”

Before the words fell, he grabbed Song Qiu's palm.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the sword intent locked on Song Qiu's body turned into a sword, and stabbed at Song Qiu's palm, if Song Qiu didn't let go, he would probably be directly pierced by this sword.

An annoyed look appeared on Song Qiu's face, and he treated Lu Yuanlong politely, but Lu Yuanlong didn't look appreciative.

The True Martial Heaven-shattering Sword in his hand fell like a galaxy, reversed upward, and blasted away with Lu Yuanlong's sword intent.

This time it was no longer Duan Jiulang's nineteen swords, but the three-pointed and two-edged divine blade sword technique learned from Erlang God.

Of course, the sword technique and the sword technique are very different, but after all, they are the same way.

As long as it is a sword technique that can hurt and kill people, it is a good method.

The sword body of the True Martial Heaven-shattering Sword glowed with silver light, and the blade was also mixed with some golden edges, which looked like golden clouds before sunset.

The sword intent emitted by Lu Yuanlong was crushed by the True Martial Heaven-shattering Sword in an almost crushing posture, but Lu Yuanlong was not panicked.

Because he still has a sword.

The sword is in the back.

The scabbard trembled, and the sword flew up from behind it, slashing towards Song Qiu.

If Song Qiu's sword is like a golden cloud, then Lu Yuanlong's sword is thunder.

Thunder struck the clouds and scattered the golden clouds.

The earth-shattering thunder echoed across the field, shaking the dead branches.

The loess on the ground not far away seemed to move lightly with this thunder, and some dust rose to the sky and slowly fell.

Under the unnoticed loess, there was a pair of black eyes quietly and tightly watching Song Qiu and Lu Yuanlong.

If Song Qiu and Lu Yuanlong are sandpiper and mussels, then he is the fisherman who profits.

He was convinced of this.