Listen to Zhou Fang's clear roar.

Just lowered his head and didn't want to see song Daoyou. Li Zhan, the sword behind him, couldn't help raising his head.

Zhou Fang's move is that even Li Zhan has placed great hope.

Who is Zhou Fang?

He was the leader of Changhong mountain villa 50 years ago. He worked hard and lived in seclusion.

It is said that he once closed the sword grinding cave of Changhong mountain villa for three years.

He didn't break the pass until a sharp sword in his hand turned into a broken sword.

And on the day he broke through.

Li Zhan, the former leader of Fengjian mountain villa, went to find it.

Look for an opponent above kendo.

After the war.

Zhou Fang's broken sword was broken, leaving only about 20 inches of blade and body, and the hilt was smashed like the end.

Li Zhan broke Zhou Fang's sword, but he left a scar on his chest forever.

The scar is two inches wide and one inch deep.

Now whenever Li Zhan takes a deep breath, the scar on his chest will hurt

"A sword of bronze."

"A sword is a rainbow."

"A sword comes to the West."

"One sword to the east?"

"What's more, you're not a sword. The sword walks on the broken edge and wants to walk on the broken road?"

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Fang's incomplete sword, felt Kunyi Avenue and whispered.

It's different from the old swordsman's sword.

Zhou Fang's sword has a strong meaning of the world of mortals.

Only half of the body and blade are left.

But on the sword, there was a little red dust.

On the sword was the cry of a street vendor.

There is the charming panting voice of a brothel woman.

There was a loud cry of children late at night.

There is the holiness of mud without lotus.

There is dirt spilled in the gutter.

The sword body is extremely simple.

The sword is no more than 20 inches long and eight inches wide. There are neither patterns nor carvings on the sword.

Look from a distance.

It was like a huge iron block, which was held by Zhou Fang and thrown to song Qingshu.

But everything on this iron.

Are too thick, too heavy.

Strong to song Qingshu frown.

It's so heavy that song Qingshu raises his head:

"The old swordsman stabbed a sword in the sky a few days ago. I admire it."

"Now your excellency is a guest of the mortal sword. I admire it."

"Yes."

"The sword body is broken, and the sword meaning is hard to survive. The world of mortals is cumbersome and too worried. "

"The mortal sword, I'll see!"

That's it.

Song Qingshu suddenly raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand.

I drank a word with unknown meaning.

Then the purple blood soft sword in his hand cut down the broken iron.

Before Song Qingshu entered the eight fold golden elixir.

He can only use the wilderness to climb the mountain, or he can only cut down the Cuilan and mess the sea.

A twining momentum on the body.

Either it can only be as heavy as a mountain, or it can only be as light as water.

The two cannot complement each other and can only be replaced.

So when the old swordsman stabbed the clear sword that day.

At the beginning, Song Qing's Book Insurance died first.

But after Song Qingshu entered the eight fold golden elixir.

The artistic conception between the two decisions can be complementary.

There are springs in the mountains.

There are mountains in the sea.

That's the real law.

Is the real natural gas.

Dang!

With the two swords brewing in Song Qingshu, they were formed by symbiosis.

The purple blood soft sword in his hand had also hit Zhou Fang's sword.

With a crisp metal explosion.

When the two swords collided, the sparks splashed all over Song Qingshu's eyes.

For a moment.

The eyes of song Qingshu are shining.

It's as if the stars were born and then destroyed.

The collision of the two swords disturbed the quiet scenery on Lingxi mountain.

The wind billowed.

Space trembled.

Zhou Fang's sword kept shaking.

There seemed to be a different frequency between the chaos and trembling, as if it could pierce the soft sword of song Qingshu at any time.

Then smash the throat of song Qingshu.

But no matter how Zhou Fang's sword swings and quivers.

The sword in Song Qingshu's hand was still firmly held, without the slightest shaking, or even bending for a moment.

Before this sword, song Qingshu looked very relaxed.

But the blue veins on the back of his white hand appeared, and his plain face turned red in an instant.

Zhou Fang is already four times Yuan Ying, and he is very conceited about his mortal sword.

Let alone the old swordsman of heaven and man.

Even Li Zhan at the peak of kendo.

Zhou Fang's sword is sure to kill the enemy and the front.

But today's song Qingshu is only the eight fold golden elixir

At the thought of this, Zhou Jian couldn't help feeling angry in his eyes:

"Everybody! What are you waiting for! It's time to ask song Daoyou for advice! "

Zhou Fang's words fell.

After the four Ying ho sounds came, the four flying swords with a faint smell of Zhenyuan on their bodies stabbed song Qingshu.

A broad and heavy sword is a short sword.

A sword is as dexterous as a dragon. It is a soft sword.

A sword is a long sword.

A magnificent sword is a square sword.

Zhou Fang's angry voice burst out, and the sword in his palm was firmly pinched.

WOW!

Zhou Fang's broken sword no longer stabbed at Song Qing's written door.

Instead, he turned to his side, wiped the purple blood soft sword of song Qingshu, and stabbed the sky.

The purple blood soft sword crossed the broken sword and cut out a brilliant spark, just like the stars.

Perhaps the collision of the breath of Zhou Fang and song Qingshu confused the breath of heaven and earth.

Perhaps song Qingshu came to this Lingxi mountain and stayed for some time.

When Zhou Fang's broken sword stabbed into the sky.

Song Qingshu found that the sky, which had just been bright for thousands of miles, had been hung with endless thick clouds.

The sky is dim and night is coming.

The rain falls to the ground.

Unknowingly, it was already a heavy rain gradually scattered on the ground, and a cool feeling drifted between heaven and earth.

But song Qingshu didn't have time to shrink his neck in the coolness and take a breath of heat in the coolness.

Because at the moment when the first drop of rain fell on the world.

The heavy short sword has arrived!

Song Qingshu's mind moved and his back was empty and uncertain.

The mountain like hell platform appeared in the void and smashed away at the heavy dagger.

Dang!

A loud noise broke the rain and fog around Song Qing's book.

Don't wait for song Qingshu to feel the heavy collision on the hell stage.

The dexterous soft sword has been churning gently like a silver dragon in the rain.

Wipe the heavy hell platform, break the heavy heavy rain curtain and stab song Qingshu.

"Stupid!"

Song Qingshu raised the purple blood soft sword in his hand, cut out a gust of sword wind with the basic sword posture and cut the dexterous soft sword aside.

Just removed the dexterous soft sword.

I don't know when the powerful Fang Jian appeared half a foot behind the song Qingshu.

The linglie limitless long sword stabbed directly from the underground soil and rock of song Qingshu and resolutely went to song Qingshu.

The broken sword that had just broken the clouds in the sky had suddenly arrived and stabbed directly at the tianlinggai of song Qingshu.

For a moment.

Song Qingshu was in front of and behind him in all directions.

All swords.

They are the most satisfactory swords in their life stabbed by the strong Yuanying.

So song Qingshu had no choice but to draw his sword!