The horse road is far away, the dead trees are from the forest, and the surrounding mountains and rocks are dangerous. The cold wind blows the clouds, and the rivers and lakes are reborn. Along the way, he was not intercepted by the beggar gang again, and it seems that Quan Guanqing did not send anyone to continue.

Pan Dao rode on horseback, showing his chic demeanor, and the young man entered the martial arts, and how many stories of red dust began. Singing with a sword, a beauty like jade, and drawing a sword when the road is uneven, this is the martial arts dream of every hot-blooded man, but in Pan Dao's view, this is not the case, he only hopes to have enough strength to protect himself. Staying alive is the only goal he is currently striving for.

The sword, the soldier who kills, is also a weapon of protection, and Pan Dao's sword will not be drawn for no reason, unless someone has challenged it. Mortal dust is tired of love, life and death are not satisfied, the long sword is a song, what does it matter if the beauty is beautiful, the hero is also a cloud of smoke, alive, there is hope.

Pan Dao's sword was unsheathed, and the soldier pointed directly at the person in front of him, his innate skills were running to the extreme, and his eyes were full of light. The black rose paced back and forth rather anxiously, the head of the horse looking around, and the animal's intuition was unusually sensitive.

A back figure stood proudly in the middle of the road, his black hair flying in the wind, and although his clothes were shabby, he had an amazing momentum that melted into the space. The innate breath shows the strength of the person who comes.

Pan Dao calmed the horse that sat down, and the long sword was in his hand, and he did not show his face, but only used the sword to protect himself, ready for a big battle at any time. "Gang Master Joe, I really look up to me when I came in person. However, don't you think it's a bit of a loss to delay the beggars' big business for me alone?"

The person who came turned around, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square face, and boundless righteousness, it was Qiao Feng. I thought I had escaped a catastrophe, but I didn't think that it was not that the beggar gang didn't pay attention to him, but that they paid too much attention to him. Quan Guanqing's appearance and departure, the matter did not end as he imagined, but Qiao Feng personally went out to help.

Qiao Feng stared at Pan Dao on the horse, calmly chilling, ignoring the long sword in his hand, and taking a step forward. The innate momentum pressed over, and he said in a deep voice, "Dadaozi, we meet again." ”

yes, meet again. Pan Dao's heart also let out a sigh of emotion, but things are wrong and wrong, and he can no longer find the time when they used to drink together. After going through so many things and calculating all kinds of meeting situations, I didn't expect that this goodbye is still unimaginable.

The horse's hooves swayed, and the horse stepped back a few inches uneasily. Pan Dao lifted the reins and steadied himself, looking directly at Qiao Feng, and after a short period of surprise, he also lost a trace of fear. Knowing that he can't fight, why care, "Yes, we'll meet again." ”

A flash of color flashed in Qiao Feng's eyes, which was both appreciation and recognition. "There are many elders in the beggar gang, and most of them can do their own thing, so it's okay for me to come here after I leave. Besides, I think it's caught. It's totally worth the trip myself. ”

Pan Dao couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't expect that he was already so important in Qiao Feng's heart, and he didn't know whether he should be happy. Looking at Qiao Feng's serious expression, a bitter taste flooded. "We are not enemies. ”

"But we're not friends either. Qiao Feng said, his person took another step forward, and the qi in his whole body enveloped Pan Dao, locking his every move.

Pan Dao's sword trembled slightly. Just the opponent's innate qi made him feel the difficulty of raising a sword, and the gap in martial arts was not ordinarily large. The difference between innate and acquired is completely the difference between heaven and earth.

"What do you want?" asked Pan Dao. Interrupt Qiao Feng's momentum first, and he can't continue, otherwise he will lose the courage to fight. Pan Dao's eyes were already narrowed, and the hand holding the sword tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and the innate power ran the meridians, resisting his momentum.

Qiao Feng couldn't deny it, he just took one step, and the pressure caused completely reversed the momentum, and the strength of his strength allowed him to take the initiative, and Pan Dao's verbal attack seemed so pale and powerless. "Dadaozi, follow me back to the beggar gang, as long as you change your evil ways and return to the right, I will protect you. ”

"No, I can't. Pan Dao directly refused, he looked at Qiao Feng's sincere gaze, paused and said, "Good intentions, but you are not qualified enough." Qiao Feng's momentum froze, and his inner breath instantly became thick, "Then don't blame me for forcibly inviting you." Pan Dao was not afraid, but said leisurely, "Zhuge Zheng I also said that as long as I join the Six Gates, he will keep me safe, but I still refused, is your beggar gang stronger than the imperial court? Qiao Feng, although you are an innate realm, you are still far behind the characters of the older generation." Even among the younger generation, Nan Murong's Murong Fu is no worse than you, and there are many masters in the world, you still know too little. ”

Qiao Feng was silent, and said after a long time, "I, Qiao Feng, never thought that I could be alone against many masters in the world, nor would I arrogantly think that I was already the first in the world among the young generation, I want to protect you, but I just think that your heart is not bad, for the sake of us having drunk wine together, I just want to help you." ”

Pan Dao was shocked, he stared at Qiao Feng's expression, knowing that it was not a fraud, but he still couldn't agree. Once Pan Dao's heart is moved, then no force will let him go, and in the case of Ding Chunqiu, there is no certainty that he can save his life. "Nope. It's useless to say more, if you're going to invite me, then fight. ”

Qiao Feng was colored, "Okay." ”

Pan Dao made a move, and at the moment when Qiao Feng responded, he took the first sword, his body jumped down in the air, and the seven-star sword technique slashed through the sword qi, and several Dao Ming Jin was in the air, and the sharp sword qi cut through the space. Qiao Feng's eyes were direct, he didn't have a little nervousness, and the internal breath of the innate master allowed him to take these attacks with confidence.

Qiao Feng avoided the sword qi with a free swimming method, and blasted out with a punch, Taizu's long fist was domineering, simple and direct, so rough that he broke through with strength, ignoring the defenses around him.

Black Rose had already consciously run away from the battlefield, looking at the momentum in the field, and the psychic horses were at a loss. Pan Dao's swordsmanship is volleyed in the air, and the seven-star swordsmanship is shaken and changeable, slashing out one sword qi after another with skillful force, pulling away the fist power of Taizu's long fist, and then the acquired pivotal slash, a more domineering sword move.

Qiao Feng's body did not move, he slashed out with a palm in the air, and the splitting palm turned into a shape, and the innate power immediately dispersed the sword qi, and then he grabbed the dragon and used it, and the true qi turned into a giant dragon to snatch the long sword.

Pan Dao's face was solemn, he watched the blade of the long sword being bitten by the transformed dragon's mouth, and his heart couldn't help but shake, but it was impossible for Qiao Feng to win just by relying on this. The seven-star swordsmanship Tianquan, the jade balance style, dissolves the true qi and luck, only to see Pan Dao's body move, the sword moves are constantly changing, and after a few moves, he finally transforms into a dragon and captures the dragon's strength.

Pan Dao's heart was firm, not the color of joy and anger, the meaning of irritability, he abandoned the sword and returned to his back to make a yang finger turn into strength, and the finger force broke through the air, which was really a rapid disease. The foundation of the six-vein divine sword, the One Yang Finger is also a clever luck fingering, which can transform in a first-class realm, and it is also a disaster.

Qiao Feng's eyes remained unchanged, although there was a look of surprise in his eyes, he didn't make a fuss. Yiyang refers to the mastery of Dali Duan's family, ordinary people generally can't learn it at all, and they don't understand how Pan Dao learned it, but the instinct of the martial artist still makes him move, not retreating but advancing, Taizu punches out, the fists and fingers intersect, and the strength flies.

Pan Dao looked at Qiao Feng, the two of them stopped at the same time, the storm became more and more intense, the innate power ran Zhou Tian, the strength of the whole body increased to the peak, and the Wuxiang Divine Skill also ran in the meridians, and the spirit became highly concentrated. The sword in his hand pointed at the remote point, and the moon step came out in an instant, Pan Dao still chose to attack, for an innate master like Qiao Feng, he must take the lead.

Qiao Feng's figure jumped out of thin air, and the dragon snatcher probed and grabbed Pan Dao's long sword directly, confident and invincible. The clothes of the two were fierce, their hair was flying, and the two young heroes faced each other for the first time.

Qiao Feng's innate realm overwhelmed people with force, and his inner breath was vigorous, but Pan Dao faced it at a first-class level, and Pan Dao was not afraid. Fighting, Qiao Feng made a brazen move. Battle, even if you lose, it won't be a vain battle? (To be continued......)