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At this time, it was still early, and in the sky outside the inn, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the sun was shining. Everywhere is shrouded in the breath of early spring, a scene full of vitality and vitality.

However, the falling beams blocked the door to leave, and also obscured the light and hope outside.

The old man surnamed Na Zhuo laughed and said, "This little brother really has good eyesight, and he can actually name the old sect and sword moves. Rare, rare. ”

Immediately, the old man surnamed Zhuo sighed and said, "It's a pity that in my sect, there is only one old man who is lonely and bare. Otherwise, how can I have no name in the rivers and lakes?"

Jiang Feng shook his head undeniably at this time, stood up and slowly took two steps towards the old man surnamed Zhuo.

The looming light seemed to form a huge mouth of a fierce beast that chose people to devour, bringing Jiang Feng's body a more strange and terrifying feeling.

"If I didn't guess wrong, Mr. Zhuo's original life should be Zhuo Bufan, when Tianshan Tong's grandmother made a move to deal with the word Huijianmen, you happened to be not in Fujian, so you escaped with your life, why, doesn't Mr. Zhuo think that his current kung fu can already compete with Tianshan Tong's grandmother?"

As soon as Jiang Feng's words fell, Zhuo Bufan's face changed suddenly, you must know that the attack and killing of the word Hui Jianmen by Tianshan Tong was really a headless public case on the rivers and lakes. Even if he was so good at finding out the truth of this matter, it took a lot of time.

Later, Zhuo Bufan fled to the remote and extremely cold place in the Changbai Mountains to study swordsmanship, and inadvertently obtained a sword scripture left by the predecessor masters, and practiced diligently for more than 20 years. Consciously making great progress in martial arts, it is enough to compete with the world's heroes, and then he will go out of the mountain.

After he came out of the mountain, he first went back to the ruins of Huijianmen, his hometown in Fujian, and accidentally met Lin Zhennan, the son of Lin Weihai, who was an old acquaintance. At that time, the Fuwei Dart Bureau and the Yizi Hui Sword Gate had a lot of origins, and even Zhuo Bufan's investigation of the truth of the destruction of the door back then also relied on the power of the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

One of the two has peerless martial arts, and the other has a lot of wealth, and the two hit it off, and they decided to join forces. Zhuo Bufan joined the Fuwei Dart Bureau to help the Fuwei Dart Bureau expand its power, and the Fuwei Dart Bureau supported Zhuo Bufan to rebuild the Yizi Huijian Gate.

However, Zhuo Bufan's time to join the Fuwei Dart Game is still short, and he has not yet made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes. This time he went to Luzhou to visit the various sects, and he also acted in secret, Jiang Feng's age seemed to be far less than twenty, but he was able to recognize Zhuo Bufan, which greatly surprised Zhuo Bufan's expectations.

"You are?"

Zhuo Bufan's business was long and full of disbelief, and it was obvious that his heart had been shaken.

A swordsman's swordsmanship has suddenly improved tremendously, and the first thing he wants to do is to find an opponent of equal strength to try the sword in his hand. And Zhuo Bufan is precisely the most suitable opponent that Jiang Feng can meet at this time.

It's not about position, it's not about acting, it's not about good or evil, it's not about interests. It's just because he met Jiang Feng in this world, that's all.

"Let me see the results of your more than 20 years of sword training, and see how powerful the so-called Zhou Gong Sword is. ”

Jiang Feng's voice didn't stop, and his footsteps didn't stop either, although he used every step to walk, but in fact, in the blink of an eye, his kung fu was already approaching Zhuo Bufan. Even if ordinary people run, it is difficult for them to have this speed.

"The shaft is ignorant, I don't know that there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and the old man is going to teach you a good lesson today!"

Zhuo Bufan is unforgiving, but between actions, he has already played a twelve-point spirit. But seeing that his body was dripping and slapping half a circle, the long sword was straightened, and a three-inch green mang suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword.

Seeing this, the four people behind Zhuo Bufan exclaimed: "Jianmang, Jianmang!"

The sword was like a long snake stretching and contracting, Zhuo Bufan's face showed a cruel smile, and the dantian took a breath of true qi, and the preemptive green mang suddenly stabbed at Jiang Feng's chest.

Although Jiang Feng had encountered a large number of masters before, there was no one who could release his internal force and force out a sword on the sword like this extraordinary person.

However, although this method of releasing internal force is magical, its consumption must be huge, even if the second vein of Ren Du is opened, and the internal force forms a great Zhou Tian cycle, it seems that an endless stream of Zhou Tian masters will never be able to support this kind of consumption for a long time. Therefore, the best way to deal with a swordsman like Zhuo Bufan is to fight.

It's a pity that Jiang Feng's kung fu is on the same sword nine times out of ten, and as for light skills, it has long been his weakness. At this time, even if you have the heart to fight, you don't have the ability to fight.

Moreover, Jiang Feng had already passed the second pulse of Ren Du at this time, and his inner kung fu was in full swing, and he no longer wanted to fight. He needs a duel with dignity, for himself and for the sword in his hand.

"Kick" two steps out, the inn's stone floor suddenly dusty, sand grains flying. When Jiang Feng took these two steps, his internal force was agitated, wandering around the meridians and acupoints around his body, and an unintentional force on his feet caused great damage.

This is the realm where Jiang Feng's internal force has just advanced greatly, and his own internal force has not yet achieved the realm of sending and receiving at will, and cumin is integrated.

At this time, Na Zhuo Bufan took the lead in attacking, after all, although his sword kung fu was amazingly lethal, it was not suitable for a long battle at all. If it drags on, it will be not good for him.

That Zhuo Bufan stabbed with a sword, it was really fast as lightning, and with the uncertain sword light on the tip of the sword, it gave people a sense of indistinguishability between reality and reality.

However, Jiang Feng did not draw his sword at this time, but saw that his body was leaning back to the left like a zombie. At the same time, as if there is a root under his feet, his feet are not moving, and he does not fall.

This "old tree rooting" is a strange body method above the Blood Knife Sutra, after the river wind penetrates the second vein of Ren Du, the inner family is cultivated. There is no stagnation in the flow of the whole body's strength, and this trick is a matter of course, naturally.

That Zhuo Bufan's sword had already used all his strength, and suddenly encountered Jiang Feng's strange and incomparably strange body technique, and the long sword in his hand was too late to change. There was only a slight change in the direction of Jiang Feng's body leaning, and in the end, it still roared past Jiang Feng's side.

In a duel between swordsmen, if it is a life-and-death struggle, the slightest mistake will often cause the most serious consequences.

Jiang Feng's hand holding the sword could be called a steady character at any time, which was the result of practice day after day, and countless times of wandering between life and death. There is stability first, then there can be fast, and only a swordsman who is stable enough can be fast enough.

A sword light is cold, a sword is a good sword, and the light is a green light, cold, it is the chill in Zhuo Bufan's heart and chest.

A good swordsmanship must be a swordsmanship that can kill, not a swordsmanship that seems to kill.

Zhuo Bufan didn't know this truth very well before, but now, he finally understood.