Faced with thirty-five sharp swords, the flying locusts also flew towards him, and Nanjian hurriedly dodged behind the pillar on the left. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this moment, the sharp sword on the pillar of the porch outside the door had also fallen from the pillar, and with a whoosh, it actually flew towards the southern sword!

At this moment, the thirty-five sharp swords that were pushed out from under the palms of the oolong old immortal He Hanzhong were making a beeping sound with a strong murderous aura, and they were all nailed to the opposite wall. At the same time, Nan Jian hurriedly swung the evil sword in his hand and shot down the sharp sword that flew from the door.

Unexpectedly, the speed of this sword is fast, the power is huge, under one blow, although this sharp sword was sharpened by Nan Jian's hand, the sword was swung into two sections, but the eight-inch long section of the sword blade, but with a loud sound, nailed to Nan Jian's left arm. At this time, the old immortal He Hanzhong was still trying to pull out the thirty-five sharp swords nailed to the wall with powerful skills, and then fight with the southern sword.

The thirty-five sharp swords, all nailed to the wall of the board are at least seven inches deep, and for a while, with his aerial sword, where is it so easy to pull out. Just as the thirty-five sharp swords nailed to the wall of the board shook violently under the Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong's Aerial Imperial Sword, Nan Jian ignored the pain of the wound on his left arm and pulled out the half of the sword blade nailed to his arm.

Immediately after, he flashed and pounced from behind the pillar, and stabbed straight towards He Hanzhong, the old immortal of the oolong who was standing in front of the tiger skin chair. Seeing that the other party was coming fiercely, for a while, the old immortal He Hanzhong had no choice but to accept the "Aerial Sword Technique", and from the left side of the tiger skin chair, he pulled out the sheath of the sword he was leaning on, turned over and flew towards the southern sword.

Seeing that Nan Jian's left arm was already bloody, he thought that this time he had a clear advantage, and he also had full confidence to kill this young man. Among his swordsmanship in this life, the most powerful is of course the "Aerial Sword Technique" that he has just spent forty years of hard work and hard training, and secondly, his "Phantom Soul Breaking Sword Technique".

This kind of swordsmanship is known for its speed and weird moves. The so-called "Phantom Soul Breaking Sword Technique" means that when the opponent sees the sword he wields, like a floating light, shooting towards him, anyone will inevitably use the weapon in his hand to block it. However, it was too late, and when the opponent saw the shadow of his sword, it proved that his sword was already ahead.

And before Nanjian went to Oolong Mountain, Miao Xiangxiang had already told him how to deal with this strange swordsmanship of Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong. At this time, you must maintain a high degree of calm, listen with your ears, and see with your eyes, when the sword shadow of the Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong stabs towards herself, when you hit and block, you must at least block the space of seven inches in front of the sword shadow he swings.

Because, the opponent's sword moves are very fast, and only when he intercepts seven inches in front of his sword can he see his strange sword shadow shining with the naked eye. Sure enough, the first sword of the Oolong Old Immortal He Hanzhong stabbed towards the chest of the Southern Sword, thinking that he would inevitably hit the opponent's vital point.

And Nan Jian's body was sideways, and the evil sword in his hand blocked out diagonally, and according to Miao Xiangxiang's instructions, on the basis of seeing the opponent's sharp sword stabbing with his own eyes, he moved forward about seven or eight inches away, and chopped it with a sword. Suddenly, the oolong old immortal He Hanzhong let out a howl like killing a pig!

Nan Jian looked at it, and it turned out that his sword had just chopped on his sword-holding wrist. He was about to catch up with another sword, but the old immortal He Hanzhong was desperate for survival, and he didn't care about the pain of his broken wrist, so he flew and pounced, and pounced out of the big window behind the tiger skin chair.

When Nan Jian pursued after the victory and followed him out of the window, it was dark outside, and the old immortal He Hanzhong was nowhere to be found. At this time, only the back of the house, a withered grass that had turned yellow under the severe autumn frost, swayed gently in the breeze, and there was no movement, not even a birdsong could be heard.

In addition, his left arm was injured by the sword, and the blood was flowing gushingly, seeing this, Nanjian did not dare to linger any longer, so he had to find a way down the mountain, taking advantage of the dim light of dusk, and returned along the same road.

And just now, in order to avoid danger, he left Nangong Lin by the wooden bridge at the bottom of the mountain and asked her to wait for him here. However, when he carried his sword and ran to the wooden bridge, Nangong Lin was nowhere to be found. This made him very anxious, and he complained in his heart that he was too careless.

Therefore, he stood on the wooden bridge and looked around, and shouted, "Lin'er...... Lin'er ...... Where are you!" The shouts over and over again echoed in the empty mountains and forests, but Nangong Lin's response was never heard.

This made him extremely guilty, and in desperation, he searched around on the wooden bridge in the dim light of dusk, trying to find some clues about Nangong Lin's disappearance here. Suddenly, he spotted a golden tassel on the side of the wooden bridge, the lower half of which was still hanging under the bridge. It seems that as soon as a strong night wind blows, this tassel will be blown into the babbling river below the bridge.

Nan Jian picked up this tassel and looked at it, only to see that there were still blood stains on it! This made him even more uneasy, he searched his stomach in his mind, and suddenly reminded him that on the iron spear of "Guan Ni Shuangxia", there was a golden spike of spear tied to each of them. Thinking about it like this, he was even more worried, and thought: "I let the two of them live, could it be that when they went down the mountain, they would take revenge and take Nangong Lin away again!"

At this moment, gathering the bright moon in the sky, he suddenly saw a dead man floating in the water under the bridge, and when he saw this, he jumped off the wooden bridge, stood on a stone on the water's edge, and with the evil sword in his hand, he brought the corpse close to the shore to take a look.

The corpse was dressed as an ordinary little minion on Oolong Mountain, and saw a wound on his left chest that had been wounded by a weapon such as an iron spear and a spear. Therefore, Nan Jian concluded that there must be someone in the upper echelons who was fighting.

So he abandoned the dead body, jumped into the wooden bridge, and followed the path up the hill to the right of the wooden bridge. When he walked out of a bamboo forest, he suddenly heard a fierce fighting sound in front of him!

However, although the sound of the fight was very close, if you want to reach the opposite woods, you must follow the mountain path and turn the hill in front of you before you can walk through the opposite mountain forest. Because, the canyon in front of you is very deep and steep, and there is no path to pass through at all.

As a last resort, Nanjian had no choice but to perform light skills, he held a sharp sword, and flew towards the valley, and suddenly the whole person was like a giant eagle, and the sound of fighting came from the opposite woods, and flew over.

At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and the mountains and forests are silent. The misty mountains and forests in the distance are like clouds and mist, and the valley floor covered by trees at your feet is endless, and the sound of gurgling water sounds. The mountains that swirled and bent like a dragon seemed to be an abandoned hat under the quiet firmament, and they were dark and quiet, making people feel that the slaughter of nature was so terrible and treacherous!