"Celestial Wind Thief?"

"Lingnan breeze!"

Nan Seng Beidao saw the faces of Yan Qingfeng and the others, his eyes shrank, and he stood side by side.

When the Tianfeng Evil Guest saw it, he sneered and said: "The southern monk and the northern thief, since we met, it is just time to settle the old account of Yunxiao Cliff who killed my three friends in West Lake twenty years ago!"

Yan Qingfeng also waited for the enemy with a sword, and smiled at the Taoist priest Lang Lang: "Zunjia must still remember the events of the year?"

Nan Seng Beidao was silent for a moment, and Tou Tuo couldn't help but joke: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I can't imagine that the famous Tianfeng Evil Ke and Lingnan Qingfeng Sword have also thrown themselves into the door of a stinky kid who has not dried up......"

The tone was extremely sarcastic, the two of them deceived their teachers and destroyed their ancestors, and they did not tolerate both good and evil, and the people who had grievances were not only the two people in front of them.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Huangfu Yan's face, and he said, "I'm afraid that only people with wolf ambitions like Gusu Murong will accept the two of them in the world!"

Although these two people are notorious, their martial arts are very good, and they robbed Murong Bo of a secret dart in Meiling more than ten years ago.

Tou Tuo snorted coldly, he already knew how powerful the emperor was, turned around and took the crescent shovel in the hand of the Taoist priest, and said with a strong face: "Junior, wait for a certain brother to remove these two old things, and then come to find you bad luck!"

As he spoke, he greeted the Taoist priest and took the lead in attacking. The long sleeves were stretched, and a black mist was shot out of the sleeves, and he drilled straight into the door of the heavenly wind, and the crescent shovel in his hand was also tiger-like.

The Taoist priest and Yan Qingfeng had a deep grudge, and they were also furious, their wrists trembled, and the iron sword turned into a black shadow and struck down in the air. Fishy and ferocious!

Yan Qingfeng laughed loudly, the sword in his hand surged with thousands of waves, and the two flying swords behind him shot out quickly. He doesn't want to fight, as soon as he comes up, it's a killer move.

Tou Tuo is not a weak person, and the black mist caught the Heavenly Wind Evil Guest off guard, making the other party's brain a little groggy. That's the case, Toutuo still didn't dare to be careless, and put a set of spirit snake shovel methods, danced through the wind and rain, and fought with the heavenly wind and evil guests.

Huangfu Yanxing's eyes swept slightly, and he saw that the scene had become a melee situation, and even Toutuo, who had been injured, was also injured to meet the enemy. He smiled slightly, and let out a long howl from his mouth.

The crane in the clouds and Murong Bo were confronting him intently, and they were extremely unaware of the deep meaning of his long roar, and they saw several flames burning up in the surrounding houses, which spread out in an instant.

The flames are rushing into the sky, the wind is tight, and it is easy to affect the whole village.

Murong Bo's eyes were broken, this Shenhe Zhuang was his life's work, and now he was burned by Huangfu and others, and he immediately rushed to the top with anger, and then he didn't care about scruples and went to Huangfu to kill.

Yun Zhonghe cooperated left and right, seeing that this old guy was angry and dizzy, he naturally would not do his best, and deliberately hidden, almost letting Murong Bo fight against Huangfu alone.

Soon, Murong Bo's defeat has been presented, although he can avoid strong support, but the southern monks and northern thieves are already in danger!

The crane in the cloud was only testing the reality of the emperor's death, and when he saw that his side was about to lose, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and Qianyuan pointed out like a wind.

This secret technique was specially found by Murong Bo from the Huanshi Water Pavilion in order to attract people's hearts, although it is not as subtle as Shenhe Finger, but it is also a first-class kung fu.

Huangfu Yan was happy in his heart, and was about to slash the old thief Murong when he felt a strong wind attack towards the Qi Sea Acupoint. Suddenly, knowing that it was inevitable, he immediately made a mistake, although the acupoint was avoided, but his right arm was swept by the wind, and he suddenly felt numb.

Fortunately, he has the Gang Qi body that has shifted greatly, and the finger of the crane in the cloud has not reached the peak, but his body has slowed down.

Murong Bo woke up from his frenzy at this time, and a style of "Lai Donkey Rolling" turned out of Zhang Yuyuan one after another, his left arm returned to his elbow, bounced up on the ground, and sent out a signal to retreat.

At this time, the fire is getting stronger and stronger, and the swallow dock, which was originally a peach and a bird, has become a ruin, desolate and infinite!

Nan Seng Beidao was panting, holding Yuan Shouzhong, concentrating and calming, and protecting Murong Bo with the momentum of Cheng Qijiao.

The two of them were also very expensive, and they were about to come up to cheer for the emperor, when they saw him wave his hand and said, "The two of you will recover your strength first, and leave the rest to me!"

When Toutuo saw him like this, he became impatient and shouted, "Pretend to be a ghost!"

At this moment, Huangfu Xingxing's eyes were wide, the green blade in his hand shook and twisted, and the crescent shovel in Toutuo's hand had been broken into nine pieces, and the person didn't even scream, he had already been pierced through the heart by the Qingluan sword, and he died as a case.

The boundless sword qi extinguished the flames burning nearby.

Murong Bo's three bodies were suffocated, as if they had been hammered, and they each retreated without falling.

The Taoist priest even shouted: "Damn, which sect is this peerless ......?"

Murong Bo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said in shock: "Be careful of his sword skills!"

The three of them were all shocked, knowing that this was the real kung fu of others, and they couldn't help but try their best to make a move.

Huang Fu Yan sneered, the long sword in his right hand came out in a loop, and his left hand seemed to be bright and dark.

The three of Murong Bo also acted in their own unique skills, and for a while, in the light of the fire, they were murderous.

But seeing that the sword light was as vigorous as a dragon flying, Zhuo Ran rang out, and actually broke out of the circle where Murong Bo and the three of them were forced to attack.

That sound was the sound of the Qingluan Sword and the Cloud Crane Demon Sword touching.

Almost at the same time, Huangfu's idle left hand had already flicked a finger on the Divine Sealing Point on the Daoist's chest.

The Taoist screamed halfway, and an upside-down onion fell down, and at this moment, the magic knife of the crane in the cloud had swept again.

Swords intersect, lightning and flint.

Huangfu didn't care whether the person was dead or alive, he screamed, his right hand flipped over, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, killing Murong Bo half a zhang away.

Murong Bo had a hard move with Huangfu Yan before, and at this time, he was tumbling inward, his qi and blood were not smooth, and he didn't have time to fight back, and shouted loudly: "My son help!"

Yun Zhonghe's eyes flashed with disgust, although he was angry, he also knew that if Murong Bo died, the pressure on his body would be even greater, so he immediately intercepted him.

Murong Bo was breathing, but he was also so frightened that his face was like ashes, and when he saw that the sword was blocked by the magic knife, he was not happy at all, and some of them remembered a memory that had been forgotten for a long time.

It was more than thirty years ago, and he had asked his mother because he was facing difficulties in the entry of the family heirloom swordsmanship. Mother listened carefully to the questions he raised, and explained them one by one, about the mystery of swordsmanship, Murong Boke said that in those days, he received great inspiration and help, knowing that after the unity of man and sword, it is the truth that "the sword is the heart, and the heart is the sword".

But for countless years, he couldn't understand what the "unity of heart and sword" was, and he even believed that no one in the world would ever be able to practice this kind of swordsmanship, and felt that it was extremely difficult to achieve "unity of man and sword......

Now, he suddenly understood that Huang Fu's sword skill at this time was probably the realm of the unity of the heart and sword that his mother had mentioned.

In fact, whether it is the unity of the human sword or the unity of the heart and the sword, the ancient sword is passed down from generation to generation, and all that is sought is to fly in the sky. The sword displayed by Huangfu Yan is actually just the product of the success of the sword heart, and it is impossible to say that the heart and sword are one, but it is by no means a simple heart and sword unity.

In other words, the unity of the heart and sword is just a way to cultivate the sword heart, and stepping into this realm, you can naturally give birth to a sword and face the enemy in the air. (To be continued.) )