[bookid=3271478,bookname="Feather does not ascend to the immortal"] a fairy tale of affection

Zhao Yong couldn't help but say and followed.

The two figures both flew into the courtyard, almost without warning, and when the others came out, Liu Feng and Zhao Yong were already fighting together.

No one saw how Liu Feng got the sword, in everyone's consciousness, what remained was the sound of the sword on the case, Liu Feng's brocade shirt flashed, the sound of the sword sounded, and when he opened his eyes, he had stepped on the willows in the courtyard.

Under the night, the sword light continued to spread, and the sudden cold wind came to his face, and the sound of the sword sounded, and Liu Feng's sword blade had already pressed towards Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong held the ghost axe knife in his hand, his body was as fast as the wind, and a volley turned lightly, and the long knife swirled, and it was transferred in the air.

Liu Feng holds a long sword in his hand, leaning on the light in his hand, as sharp as a rainbow, people move with him, and the sword rolls pear blossoms.

The sword pierces the night sky, and the sword is full of energy!

What floats under the moon is the cold light, and what floats is the mighty one.

As soon as Liu Feng made a move, the long sword approached Zhao Yong and slid down.

Zhao Yong didn't have time to retreat, so he had to raise his hand and raise his knife to resist it.

Without waiting for Zhao Yong to exert his strength again, Liu Feng's next move pressed out, the sword was like a flowing cloud, the qi was like a mountain torrent, and it was flying continuously, and unexpectedly, the sword had been recruited for more than ten rounds.

The moonlight was cold, and the air seemed to have stagnated.

In the courtyard, the sound of the sword hid the sound of the bamboo leaves in the corner of the courtyard, and the sound of the knife escaped the wind groan.

Zhao Yong's whole person is as wild as a knife, the murderous spirit is exhausted, the knife is in his hand, he is a thousand catties, and he dances, the sky and the earth suddenly change color, like a violent wind rolling a huge wave, with the waves crashing on the shore, and another eye opened, and more than ten rounds passed again.

As the saying goes: The knife is a maniac, wild and wanton, and it is used on Zhao Yong, but it is not false at all.

Everyone can see that his knife is strong and sharp, the whole body is impermeable, the knife is fast and accurate, the chopping is fast, the chopping is fast, one knife after another, pressing step by step, and because he and Liu Feng are both eight feet long, the sword slashes the sword, and it is almost wiped out of one place.

The swords fought each other, avoiding their edges, and as soon as they slammed into each other, the sound of the bell suddenly resounded through the courtyard.

The sword has no killing moves, and the blade only travels on the blade, which is obviously a love in the sword, and the intention is not to take the life of the sword.

Zhao Yong's close fight, although he relied on closing his eyes to listen to the sound, the strength of the cold blade was just right, the position was very accurate, and with a slip from the side, Liu Feng had been forced into the dark place of the bamboo leaves.

Zhao Yong's single blade directly stirred up the sound of the wind, under the green bamboo, Liu Feng stepped on the bamboo stems and thin leaves, and Zhao Yong's knife cut off the roots of the green bamboo around him.

The green bamboo floats and falls, Liu Feng goes around, holding a bamboo pole in his left hand, the long sword is in the air, flying Zhao Yong, suddenly rushing into the night sky, the sword is overflowing, flying and dispersing, the sword is like flowing water, and the sword makes the autumn moon.

In the shadows, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, approaching the sky, and resounding in the night.

On the other side, the sword light slashed the shadow, and the silver light poured out, and it did not give in.

People say that the king of a hundred soldiers is only the sword, the sword is a gentleman, soft and broad, and the sword practitioner is bound to do: there is a sword in the heart, a sword in the hand, a sword in the eye, and the sword is everywhere.

Liu Feng's sword is full of anger, recruiting righteousness, tactful everywhere, even if he doesn't know the sword, he can sense the proud sword light.

All Zhao Yong saw was sword light, and Liu Feng's sword qi left room for him still made him go sideways and couldn't be bullied.

The sharpness of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, and the tricks of the sword have already made him afraid, so he can't do flying flowers, he can only do the knife servant, the man servant knife, once the knife in his hand leaves his hand, for him, it is tantamount to putting him to death, so his knife is like his person, the two are inseparable!

It can be said that without the knife, he is no longer Zhao Yong, and the knife is separated from Zhao Yong, but it is just a blade.

People say that the sword is cold, cold to cold, whether it is a sword or a knife, it is contaminated with bloodthirsty killing.

Zhao Yong had been hit by a sword, and he had witnessed the blood-cold sword with his own eyes, and that sword aura made him unforgettable for the rest of his life, and the sense of cowardice in his heart couldn't help but arise from himself.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Yong only felt that the flying sword in front of him was like a flower, and he was stunned and did not dare to approach.

Zhao Yong knew his weakness, Liu Feng had already pointed out before, his eyesight was not good, his eyes could not read things in the dark, and he was especially afraid of the sword light at close range flashing in front of him, whenever Liu Feng was like this, he didn't dare to approach.

Therefore, although his ghost axe knife is well-known, it mostly refers to the daytime, and only in the daytime, his ability to distinguish will be normal, and if a knife is against the enemy at night, he relies on his ear to distinguish the sound.

At this moment, for Zhao Yong, Liu Feng's wrist is like a flower in the stamen, and it is the wrist power that controls the sword like a flower, if you want to break this magnificent sword qi with one move, you must find the ruixin.

Zhao Yong saw the flaw at a glance, so he mustered up the courage to rush straight forward, he sensed the compelling sword light from a distance, so he closed his eyes slightly and hooked a knife.

At the moment, the swords collided, the starlight splashed everywhere, and only a crisp bang was heard, Zhao Yong opened his eyes in shock, and the ghost axe knife in his hand had become a broken blade.

What Liu Feng's sword brought to Zhao Yong, in addition to being light and elegant, there was only deep admiration, and the awe in Zhao Yong's heart arose.

Liu Feng didn't take advantage of him, he didn't take advantage of him, when the sword light came, he only felt a burst of fear, the starlight flowed, his hand suddenly increased in strength, and in the soft groan, his eyes opened unnaturally.

Finally dared to look directly, and with the sudden change in that moment, he saw not only the sword, not only the terrifying sword aura, but also the faint vomiting in his heart.

Once, that sword, almost cut off his eyes, eighteen years, he has not practiced swords for eighteen years, the moment the knife was broken, Zhao Yong actually threw away half of the severed blade by himself, and was stunned in place.

If this is true, then Zhao Yong is not only excited at this moment, but also lost his mind for a moment, Liu Feng has fallen to the ground, and he has put away his sword and is determined.

Zhao Yong was stunned there, staring at Liu Feng and only said, "Thank you, you helped me get through the eighteen-year sword qi difficulty." You gave me Zhao Yong's new life, the wandering career of the swordsman has died, and Zhao Yong is willing to return to his banner in the future, at your disposal!"

Under the dark night, Zhao Yong bowed his hands deeply and never said a word again.

Liu Feng's sword was not killing him, but saving him.

Afraid, the limit of fear is to fight, and after fighting, he found that what he was afraid of was not the sword qi, but his own heart. What he was afraid of was Liu Yan's sword back then, and what he was afraid of was Liu Yan's fast sword, but in fact, all this was just his own heart.

Putting him to death and then rebirth, he no longer had any cowardice towards the horizontal sword white light that his eyes were pressing, which made him want to laugh, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't let people think that he was so rude, he couldn't let Jiuhua gentlemen laugh at himself for not being gentle and uncultivated.

Therefore, Zhao Yong endured the ecstasy in his heart, lowered his eyes slightly, and finally could pick up the sword in a dignified manner, and go to compete with the Jiuhua gentleman.

Eighteen years of sword practice, how not to swordsmanship since childhood, he longs to go back to the past, back to the childhood of learning swords, at that time, some are laughter, some are brothers side by side, happy and ambitious, in the days of holding the sword, there is also the warmth of home, eighteen years, alone, he is too lonely.

Zhao Yong wanted to go home with his sword to see his father and mother, but he didn't know if his father was sad or happy when he saw him...... Maybe they have already been punished by Liu Yan to the Nine Clans......

Liu Feng suddenly sharpened two green bamboos, looked at the sword in his hand and said: "This sword is three feet and three inches, the blade is one inch long, and it is refined steel, although it is not as good as the ghost axe knife of the past, but the frost domineering will not be inferior at all, and you will check whether it is lined with ...... hand" He said, and threw the sword into the stunned Zhao Yong's hand.

Zhao Yong smiled slightly, shook it twice, and nodded with satisfaction.

A sword aura rose in the air, and Zhao Yong couldn't help but dance.

One by one, the sword qi swelled and grew violently, like flying flowers by the moon, pieces of autumn leaves fell to the ground, Zhao Yong swept a few swords, and suddenly shook his head gloomily: "I haven't practiced swords for eighteen years, I didn't expect it...... It's going to be so far away from me!"

Liu Feng clasped his hands on Cuizhu and said: "That's because you haven't met an opponent, and you can't lift your sword strength, if you don't give up, Li Feng is willing to be this guide!"

Zhao Yong was stunned and said, "You, I know that I have been defeated, but you have no sword in your hand, how can you use your sword skills to the extreme with only these two bamboo poles?"

Zhao Yong shook his head again and again and said, "No, no, no......"

Liu Feng glanced at him, he had already swept up, the sword words were swept in the air, the green bamboo flew down, and Zhao Yong could only pounce to catch up.

Liu Feng held Cuizhu in his hand, like two sharp double swords, his momentum was even better, and he took Zhao Ji through more than 30 rounds with his body and footwork as a guide.

That Zhao Yong's momentum was superior, and he only felt hearty.

Do people say that the heart sword is a situation?

No sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart! No matter what kind of object, it can be moved at will, from the shape of the air, every grass and tree can be a sword in Liu Feng's hand, and the sharpness of the sword will not be affected at all.

Liu Feng and Cuizhu are in his hand, his two fingers are gently flipped, and the green bamboo is flowing rapidly around his fingers, and the dance is a sword flower at night.

The sword qi rippled, Liu Feng's figure was biased, and the tip of the bamboo had already reached Zhao Yong's sword, sliding all the way down the blade, and the words 'ghost axe Zhao Yong' fell on the blade of Bai Mang.

Zhao Yong laughed and said: "Good swordsmanship, happy, your swordsmanship is much stronger than that Lingnan first-hand Liu Yan, and you are convinced." ”

Zhao Yong then arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your advice!"

The Yuezhou twin ghosts on the side jumped out and said, "Our senior brothers are willing to learn!"

The light of the sword is like electricity, and the light of the sword is like thunder!

Between the thunder and lightning, the cold cold jade attacked and pounced, the blade of the knife beckoned the wind, the whirring sound, and the place where the knife fell, all brushed against Liu Feng's waist.

The water on the side echoed him, the knife cut off the plate, the palm of the force, the two opened and closed, echoing each other, a few rounds, hard to avoid Liu Feng to the dead end.

Liu Feng made a move to his wrist, flipped his hands, held the bamboo and spun, grabbed a gap, and jumped into the open space.

Over there, the knife light is shining, the swift current is light, the flutter is urgent, the swing is fast, under the double knife, it is like a wind and clouds, the power is terrifying, amazing and terrifying.

Liu Feng's double bamboo is dismantled, and the bamboo is like a flying sword, avoiding the knife in the shadow, and the two cold jade brothers are numb in their wrists, so that they can't focus on it.

The whirlwind is everywhere, the flying bamboo hits the hole, a sword dances in all directions, Liu Feng's hand is like a sword and a double bamboo, but it is really a double sword dance to move the eight directions, a two-pronged approach, the tip of the bamboo does not hit the steel knife, does not hit the blade surface, but cuts gold like mud, just right, cut off the knife wind.

The green bamboo danced, such as the lotus blooming, startled the gurgling storm, he pounced in twelve directions in a row, flying flowers, such as rain and dew, such as shadow flow, pouring smooth, sprinkled powerful.

Yuezhou's double ghost knife flashed and closed, dancing wildly, as fast as the wind.

Liu Feng's bamboo is like a sword blade, double tapping and double, invisible and traceless, the sword power is soft and turbulent, sonorous and sounding, like a string of silk, and the attack is continuous.

No sword is better than a sword, such as flying phoenix volley, such as a dragon playing double beads, with air to control bamboo, bamboo with pneumatics, bamboo sword is light and agile, walk is chic and elegant!

Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and the beautiful green bamboo flew through the air.

Cold Hanyu and Shui Ruyun were both stunned, the combination of rigidity and softness, at this moment, I didn't know how to deal with it, when the oncoming sword flew in, the two of them lost their minds, and both of them were cut off the crescent knife.

Liu Feng has been practicing swords since he was a child, and there are no moves in the sword, floating back and forth, but every strength is just right.

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