At the entrance of the Luanfeng Inn, there is a large vase with a height of one person on each side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The intention of this big vase is to be peaceful, but at this moment, the two vases were all shattered with a bang! At the same time, a picture plate on the shelf in the counter also clicked and automatically shattered. Immediately afterwards, the guys in the inn felt a cold wind blowing in from the gate of the inn.

This is the wind -- this is the hurricane brought by the sword king Murong Bai's body when he slashes towards the southern sword like a knife! It brings up a chilling murderous aura! It can not only smash the vase standing at the door of the inn and the painting plate on the counter, but also kill a living person on the spot -- his blade is so terrifying!

Of course, Nan Jian was also afraid of such a blade, but he was very lucky, because he had mastered a technique called Ghost Step Meteor Gong, and he also had the skill of Qiu Wu Idiot to cultivate the eighth generation. Therefore, there are times when he does not even know how powerful he really is—how powerful he is! But at no time will he be conquered by the forces of evil—even if he dies.

The King of Swords was indeed extraordinary, he did not have a sword in his hand, he raised his arms into the air as if to accept the sun that was about to set, and as if he were a very brave sailor, he was about to pounce on himself and plunge into the raging waves. Just like that, his feet were vertical, the wind and thunder under his feet sounded, and a sharp sword shadow blew around his body, roaring towards the southern sword and flower language in the center of the street.

Nan Jian didn't have time to think about it, so he stretched out his hand and took the willow waist of Huayu in his arms. With a vertical pair of feet, he secretly transported the qi of the dantian, and watched a burst of cold sword light rushing towards him, and he retreated at full speed like a meteor...... Two-step ...... Three-step ...... The speed is getting faster and faster, and it seems that there is a tendency of high wind and clouds, and there is the power of lightning to crack the sky.

And Huayu is a woman who has no effort, and she has never experienced such a rapid movement. At that moment, the air was high and the wind was high, and she had already blown her black hair, like the weeping willows on the shore of the lake, in the windy and cloudy days, it was full of its ten thousand strands of silk. At that moment, the only thing she could experience was that the Nanren he loved so much was still by his side, and the only thing she could see was the Nanren she loved - the face with Lala's miscellaneous beard!

If she had to set a standard for happiness, she thought, let her accompany him like this until he was old—to the desolation of the earth—to the dry rocks of the sea! And at the same time, she also saw danger at her side—around them, there were hundreds of sharp knives, with a pale cold light, competing and contending with them! It seemed that if one step slower, one step short, would inevitably perish.

However, Hua Yu no longer felt afraid, at that moment she was fully prepared, even if she was killed by these sharp knives, she was no longer afraid, and she had no regrets! It's like dying on the way to heaven, even if there are some regrets. But what does it matter! She doesn't care about this little flaw anymore!

Nan Jian's worry came, because his speed was twice as slow as he held Huayu in his arms. At this time, Murong Bai, the sword king behind him, had already exhausted what he had learned in his life, condensed his infinite murderous aura into hundreds of blades, and chased after them relentlessly. It seems that there is a momentum that will not give up until the goal is reached. In particular, the sharp knife that he controlled with his central will aimed at the heart of Nanjian more accurately than ordinary blades, and shot extremely quickly!

And in the process of running, Nanjian dodged three times. For the first time, they flashed behind a stone pillar at the entrance of a shop along the street, but, with a bang, the doors and windows of the entire shop, as well as the slabs facing the street, shattered. The pillars under the porch also clanged like a violent hailstorm. And the blade, which was controlled by Murong Bai's strongest will, actually penetrated the stone pillar and flew over. At that moment, Nanjian was taken aback, only to know that the blade he sent out had reached the level of piercing through the wall and cracking stones.

The second time, he rushed into a blacksmith shop from the bend of the street with Huayu in his arms. Fortunately, the blacksmith inside had already gone out at this time, otherwise he would have become a dead soul. Nanjian was in a hurry, and had to rush into the blacksmith shop in front of him, and went out through its window again. That's how the wind passed and walked without a trace. The whole blacksmith shop suddenly heard a burst of dripping beeping sound like rain hitting plantains, and in such a seeping sound, the originally neat blacksmith shop suddenly turned into a hornet's nest full of holes!

When the blacksmith heard the sound, he was stunned, and thought that the street was haunted. When he ran out into the street, he saw a black wind whistling through the middle of the street. He was shocked, and after being dumbfounded, he went crazy and shouted all over the street: "It's windy, tornado, everyone hide!"

The third time, in a panic, they ran into a farmer's yard, where pigs, chickens, and pigeons were all over the ground, and they were leisurely pecking at the insects and ants on the ground, and there was an old man sitting at the door, bowing his head and doing the bamboo strip work in his hand with a knife. However, as soon as he rushed through the door, Nan Jian knew that he had come to the wrong place, and he would inevitably harm the family again.

So, he stopped!

Suddenly, a dragon roared and cracked the air, like a golden silk tearing, and his evil sword was unsheathed! Immediately after, chickens flew and dogs jumped, pigeons flew in shock, and pigs and sheep had fallen to the ground with blood flowing. Moreover, the last pigeon that flew into the sky also fell, and the yard suddenly became a hell of death. The chickens are dead, the pigs are dead, the pigeons are dead, and the dogs are dead at the door of the house.

However, the old man, who was doing the work of a carpenter, miraculously survived unexpectedly! I don't know if he was a deaf man or a fool, and he was still doing his work as if he had not heard any movement in the house. The courtyard was so quiet that you could hear it clearly, and the sound of the old man scraping on the bamboo strip with a knife - boom, boom, boom!

Nan Jian, on the other hand, had never had one—never suffered a single serious injury! However, the blade that was controlled by Murong Bai's central will was stuck in his heart. It's just that at that moment, in order not to hurt Hua Yu in his arms, his body turned slightly to the side, and in this way, the blade penetrated next to his heart! Nan Jian fell, and Hua Yu also fell with him. At that moment, he didn't feel the slightest pain, the only thing he could feel was fatigue—intense fatigue!

Yes, he was so tired that he couldn't feel the pain even when he died—all he could feel before he died!

Murong Bai stopped, he walked in front of Nan Jian who fell to the ground, he looked at Nan Jian lying on the ground with a look of great horror, and said with a painful face: "Nanren, how can your skill be so strong! How can your sword be so terrifying!"

Hearing this, Nan Jian opened his eyes, and he smiled, "Because, Qiu Wu Idiot Senior, he passed on all the skills he cultivated in the Eighth Dynasty to me!" he said, "And I am here to bring his grievances to seek justice from you ten martial arts kings." ”

"Qiu Wu idiot, he let you come!" After Murong Bai said this sentence in shock, a bright red cut suddenly opened in his neck, and then a bloody arrow shot up into the sky, knocking his head to the ground and rolling to the edge of the ditch. And the blood arrows that sprayed into the air in his throat had turned into a rain of blood, and they fell one after another, landing on the faces of Nanjian and Huayu.

After a long time, the blood and rain stopped, and Murong Bai's corpse fell to the ground with a bang! )