Ji Fei looked at the sword in Ao Qianyu's hand, and he already knew that Ao Qianyu was far from reaching the extreme of his sword, because the sword in his hand was too casual.

This kind of realm of using swords can only be regarded as the realm of using swords at the first level.

This kind of realm is "after the intention".

That is, when you have the idea of a sword, you will come out with a sword.

Therefore, even if it is fast, this kind of speed is related to his realm, and the realm is still in the first realm, and it cannot be the extreme of Ao Qianyu's sword.

At this time, the confrontation between the two actually reached the point of no difference, but at this moment, Ao Qianyu's sword edge turned, like a willow and a bright village, and his sword was a few points faster again.

"The artistic conception of the sword!" Ji Fei's eyes flashed, this feeling is exactly how many times faster than the intention of the sword, this layer of the sword is faster than the one after the thought.

Sure enough, a first-class swordsman is the one who understands swords.

Only a cold sword supreme like Ao Qianyu can reach such a realm, but his artistic conception is still climbing!

Until, hair precedes thought.

At this time, the sword wind is whistling, this artistic conception of the sword, for the sword, can be said to be very difficult, the divine consciousness and spiritual power must be controlled to a perfect degree, the lack of divine consciousness and spiritual power, it is impossible to reach the realm of the sword that is ahead of the intention.

Moreover, the premise of this realm must be the unity of man and sword.

Sure enough, with the improvement of the sword in Ao Qianyu's hand, speed and power, half of his life was gradually exhausted, and his eyes were still shining, staring fiercely at the cold sword in Ao Qianyu's hand.

"Although I can see his sword clearly, it is impossible for the speed of his body to keep up with his speed......" Bansheng gritted his teeth secretly, pinched an ancient trick in his hand, and suddenly the runes on his body began to spread again, covering more skin, and the color was even more distinct.

It is as golden as rice, as if there is golden blood flowing strangely on its body!

The power of this rune was urged by him again.

"Boom"

A momentum suddenly burst out from the body of the half-life-crippled, and at this moment, the half-life-crippled body under the power of the runes became even more weird.

And Ao Qianyu, shocked by this, actually flew upside down!

With the burst of momentum, suddenly, the turbulence of this big river stagnated, and after a pause of more than ten breaths, it began to flow.

Rub and rub... Ao Qianyu's figure kicked and retreated on the water, and it rolled and rippled on the water!

At the end of the day, Ao Qianyu's figure was staggering, and he was half-kneeling on the river, and his eyes showed a strong fighting intent.

He hesitated slightly, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand formed a sword trick, and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly a wisp of white light appeared in his hand.

This wisp of sword intent is too strong!

It was almost the most powerful blow Ji Fei had ever seen at the moment: under the terrifying sword intent, almost everything would be destroyed.

"This wisp of sword intent is a wisp of natal sword intent that Ao has nurtured for thousands of years......"

And when he saw this, a strong sense of unyielding intent appeared in his eyes, "Now Qian can only exert the power of the four turns of the remnants of the seven pictures, and I will let you see and understand today!"

His gestures were changing rapidly, accompanied by one spirit trick, and behind the half-life, the fourth Gutu rune was urged.

Correspondingly, a momentum that is not weaker than Ao Qianyu's natal sword intent in the slightest!

At this moment, there is even a rune floating behind the half-life, this rune is not real, but a glimpse of light, which is an illusion.

The two forces are on par and hedge against each other.

And Ji Fei, sandwiched between the two, could no longer say a word at this time, the bamboo raft he sat on turned into powder in silence, and at this time he sat cross-legged on the river and silently ran the Taixu Sutra, integrating himself into the different space.

But even so, these two momentum can still affect Jifei.

Ji Fei has reason to believe that if this natal sword intent and the power of the fourth turn rune are opposed, it will definitely be able to make everything fall into nothingness and chaos!

At this moment, the river is surging, rolling up a hundred zhang Lang tide, lapping the mountains and rocks on both banks.

"Two fellow Daoists, can you stop?"

The confrontation between the two, the short silence, was finally broken by the sound that intervened, Ji Fei's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he said quietly.

This supernatural power in the late stage of the transformation of the gods is really terrifying, no wonder, the monks of this realm are called the gods of the monks, because their means are enough to reach the height of the gods.

The two of them fought the method, and at the last moment, they were finally interrupted by Ji Fei, this is the honor of all things, there is reason to believe that if this sword intent and the power of the fourth turn rune collide, I am afraid that everything in this radius of thousands of miles will suffer.

Ao Qianyu held down the wisp of sword intent in his hand and put it in the center of his eyebrows, and the runes on the half-life remnant body gradually faded.

The terrifying mood and momentum slowly dissipated, and Ji Fei exhaled. "The two seniors were in high spirits, but they were disturbed by Ji, guilt, guilt!"

Ao Qianyu glanced at Ji Fei, there was a hint of amazement in the depths of his eyes, and the half-life remnant looked at Ji Fei with slanted eyes and said: "Is it that you want to attack the continuous heaven?" to tell you, if I don't go, you don't want to bother me." ”

Ji Fei smiled helplessly, to be honest, he never asked others to attack the Constant Heaven with him, "Even if in this world, there is only me Ji Fei, and I will go to the Continuous Heaven!"

"I, Ji Fei, will never ask others to do things they don't like to do!"

Half a life snorted coldly, and stood with his left hand on his back, looking at the vast river and never returning. Ji Fei's words shook through his mind like thunder.

"But I still want to say a word, the first half of your predecessor's life is already crippled, do you want your second half of life to be so chaotic, mediocre, idle, and live in pain every day?"

Ji Fei shook his head and smiled faintly.

The three of them stood in the wind, standing on the green mountains on both sides of the riverbank, the gale could not move the three of them in the slightest, but their clothes were grinning.

There was silence, no one spoke.

Half of the life remnant frowned, and a barrel of wine appeared in his hand, gulping down frantically, as if in deep thought.

Spirits spilled all over the body!

Ji Fei's words pierced his heart.

At this time, there were bursts of unyielding singing on the river, this singing was very loud and high-pitched, hidden in the wind, and the three of them were all masters of the transformation period who had cultivated to the Xuan, so they naturally heard this singing clearly.

Raise your eyes to look, but see a lonely boat on the vast river, a swordsman stood with a sword, singing loudly, and on his lonely boat, there were several jars of wine.

The song is fluttering:

There are many opportunities in life that cannot be escaped;

Knowing that there are many pains in life;

If he gets the sword in his hand;

It should be me to be in the world!

Let the world blame me;

Who made me cry and cry as a song?

Crying as a song;

There are many storms in troubled times;

Let Jianfeng be stained with blood before cleaning it with flowers, it's good, I'm just in vain, and now I gently wipe away the blood and tears, and now I'm willing to accept a lot of pain, since ancient times, the swordsman has a lot of feelings, who knows that the sadness and sorrow are actually me, it's me!

It's me~......

This song, the listener is sad, especially the half-life, which is very in line with his state of mind at this time, that night, his rune stimulation is uncontrollable, until the power of the seven runes, the crazy half-life slaughter of the entire family.

Since then, the Qian family has been removed from the Xiuzhen family.

And the one who caused all this was Qian Ning, that is, half-crippled.

Although he didn't have the slightest nostalgia for the Qian family in his half-lifed heart, he was also a member of the clan, and it was really terrifying to slaughter the entire family like this.

This family includes Qian Ning's relatives, the closest ones...

As the song says: Let the world blame me!

Half of his life is crippled, and half of his life is crippled in self-blame and guilt all day long.

As the sun set, he stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the sun setting in the west, and suddenly tears rolled down.

At this moment, he seemed to be relieved.

"I've spent half my life atoning for my sins, and nothing has changed, perhaps... Half of my life should be for myself, and I will live for the rest of my life!"

At this moment, his gaze suddenly burst out with a trace of heat.

Although the Qian family is gone, he Qian Ning is still alive, and he is still alive for half of his life!

"The Qian family, I want to revive the Qian family!"

The half-life remnant body moved, dissipating like a breeze between heaven and earth.

In the green mountains on both sides of the river, there is a lonely pavilion, in the lonely pavilion, there are three people sitting, talking very happily, it is Ji Fei and Ao Qianyu, and the other person is the man who sang before.

This man, with an extraordinary appearance, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a dignified appearance, is playing against Ao Qianyu.

Although Ao Qianyu and Ji Fei are cultivators, their cultivation has also reached the terrifying height of the god transformation stage, and they naturally have a unique temperament that can impress or fear ordinary mortals.

And this singing man did not change his face and did nothing.

"Ha Luha, I finally won!" The man suddenly smiled, and Ao Qianyu shook his head on the other side, and said with emotion: "It's really a chess opponent who will meet a good talent, your chess skills are extraordinary." ”

At this moment, a breeze suddenly flashed in front of the three of them, and the half-crippled figure appeared directly and suddenly in front of the three of them.

You must know that although the singing man has a protruding temple, he is obviously a master in the martial arts, but he is not a cultivator, he is naturally shocked by the sudden scene in front of him, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his eyes burst with joy.

"You ...... But cultivators?" the man was shocked.

Ji Fei and the three of them nodded, looking at this person, only to see that he quickly regained his composure, and said in surprise: "I have been studying the art of the Qi Zodiac all day long, I really didn't expect that in this world, there are really cultivators!"

Ji Fei said: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, this world is so big, there are no surprises, you don't know the road, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist." ”

The man nodded and said sincerely, "It's really teachable." ”

Then he bowed sincerely and said: "In Xia Anle Hou, people are called the little Hou Ye in Xia, but for this hereditary Hou Ye, he often laughs at himself in Xia, and the road number dung is ten thousand households Hou back then, this wait... In the lower mansion, the Shenhou Mansion is not far from the Linjiang Pavilion, the three immortals, why don't you go to the Shenhou Mansion to gather?"

The little marquis waited for a moment, but did not answer, raised his head and looked around, where were the three people in the pavilion at this moment.

"Immortals are immortals, it's really mysterious... Hate things, hate things!"

Xiao Hou Ye hated deeply, but he was free and easy by nature, picked up the wine glass on the table, was to drink heartily, after getting drunk, he showed his chest openly, and raised his pen in this Linjiang Pavilion to make a gift: "Flying Immortal Fu" was handed down from here.

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