Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

Carrying a long sword and walking around the world, many people love this popular Ranger's poem the most.

The highlight of the poem lies in the word "kill".

If it is changed to the word "rescue", the entire poetic artistic conception will be destroyed and appear inconsistent.

Haha, the girl took over a thousand taels of gold from King Jing'an Zhao Heng. Logically speaking, it was really puzzling that she should have chased and killed her all the way, but she saved her again and again.

Others don’t understand, but Xu Qianqiu knows it well and never gets surprised.

At this time, His Royal Highness, who was sickly sitting in a carriage, was in a good mood.

With the power of the formation, two killing weapons were buried in the Tianmen. Although Zhao Xuansu's Yuanshu sacrificed himself, it also consumed a lot.

At the same time, the three clear heavenly tribulations in the body, the entire fortune of Longhu Mountain, and Zhao Xuansu's lifelong cultivation insights were added to one person's body.

Xu Qianqiu was injured in such a huge power of heavenly tribulation, the power of misfortune, and the power of cultivation for a while.

However, when he refines it all, it is better than a hundred years of practice.

Then, welcoming the baptism of heaven, we can enter the saint of the flesh.

Everything is still expected and under control.

At this moment, Xu Qianqiu's body was like an alchemy furnace, extremely booming.

The external elixir uses metal and stone medicinal materials as bait, but the situation is different.

It is the inner alchemy that melts the spirit of energy and spirit, and it is dangerous and is no less than the killing moves of Zhao Xuansu.

If it were someone else, he would be on the verge of death at this moment. How could he still laugh like him?

Seeing that she was fine, the girl got out of the way, leaving no words.

Above the East China Sea, a lonely boat, the Peach Blossom Sword God held the peach blossoms in his hand, looking at the sky. The sky gate was closed and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.

The sword boy rowed the boat, opened his mouth, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally spoke, asking:

"Master, that young man in white is your disciple, a closed disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Tai-A Deng smiled and shook her head.

He never accepted disciples in his life.

However, this sword boy is barely considered half a disciple.

Jian Tong was a little confused, so he asked again:

"Master, why can he control your twelve flying swords, and it flows like that."

The middle-aged man held peach blossoms in his hand, but he had no choice but to knock on Jian Tong's forehead and said:

"You ask me, who will I ask?"

Originally, he thought that before leaving, he asked someone to bring a message to the distant nephew, saying that the secret method of the twelve flying swords was banned and he had to be wiped out. He only needed the new master to drink blood and raise it. It took three years to get a long time to get ten years to get a spiritual connection.

As long as you have abundant energy and learn a superior sword control technique, you can lead and control the twelve swords.

From then on, he owed the Xu family, or Wu Su's kindness to teach and save his life, so he was considered a purgatory.

In the future, if you can see each other, you will never meet again.

But I never thought that things had all developed more than he expected.

With twelve flying swords, that kid can control the flowing water.

Although the flying sword killing technique is different from him, it is not weak at all.

This distant nephew has too many secrets.

In this way, the kindness has not been returned, hey...

It seems that it takes "uncle to help him billions of times".

In the carriage, His Royal Highness sat cross-legged, exercising his skills and regulating his breathing.

Old Man Li, sheepskin fur, opened the curtain, bent down and walked into the carriage, and sat down lazily against the wall of the car.

Xu Qianqiu just glanced at him without saying anything.

In the battle of the East China Sea, whoever wins and loses, no one can see the clues of the battle.

Xu Qianqiu knew it very well, so he never asked.

As soon as he parted, Wang Xianzhi split the East China Sea with one sword and opened the sea to see him off, giving him enough face.

Obviously, this is thankful for the half-handled Trojan horse and cow that he did not kill.

Now, although he has reached the highest peak of martial arts, he has stood firm for a long time.

However, the grace of not killing and the grace of half a wooden ox and horse that Wang Laoqiu has never forgotten.

This also made Xu Qianqiu feel a little more favorable to the city lord of Emperor Wu whom he had never met.

The old sword god saw a wooden box of pineapple on the cotton blanket with a hundred birds on the phoenix. He opened the sword box very bluntly.

Although there is no flying sword in the sword box, the sword energy is still strong.

However, this scene, when it comes to the old man with sheepskin fur, it is:

"Sister, embroidery needle.

Could this junior Deng be a sissy?"

The injury continued to spread from the inside out, and His Royal Highness looked slightly pale, and a small satin blanket of Western Shu Tiangong was covered with on his knees.

In addition, a new charcoal heating furnace was added in the car.

At this moment, before winter began, the stove had already been lit, which shows how weak the crown prince is at this moment.

Xu Qianqiu gained his merits, stabilized the turbulence in his body, and said with a wry smile:

"Fortunately, Mr. Deng is not here, otherwise, you have to fight again, senior."

Li Chungang reached out and took off his boots, clasped his feet comfortably, blew his beard and stared at him, and said:

"What's the matter? I can't beat Wang Xianzhi, but I can't beat Mr. Deng?"

Outside the carriage, the second young master Xu Fengnian ran closer when he heard the sound, raised his eyebrows, and asked carefully outside the carriage:

"Above the East China Sea, did you lose?"

Li Chungang curled his lips and said straightforwardly:

"If I lose, I lose. What's there to hide? In recent years, Wang Xianzhi has not stopped at the state of mind, and his cultivation has been steadily rising, and his foundation has been solid.

In addition, Old Monster Wang has a good understanding, and it is not surprising that I can't beat him.

However, Wang Xianzhi had already used nine points of his strength in that game.

If he fought hard, it would be possible that only Lu Zu, five hundred years ago, could suppress this man. I am still a little short of time.

What a pity, you boy didn't see the scene where he let the waters of the East China Sea stand. That scene is very good at scaring the layman."

Regardless of the shock of the second son Xu Fengnian, the old sword god bet on the sword box again.

This time, he did not speak harshly and sighed softly:

"These twelve pocket flying swords were wiped out and forbidden. They are almost half-dead. They can still have the current sword intent. It is very difficult to raise swords and flying swords. Deng Tai'a is indeed the best in the world.

He is indeed a genius of swordsmanship who can ruin the face of the Wu family's sword tomb.

However, the sword is called childhood sweetheart, spring water, peach blossoms, etc., which really hurts my big teeth.

Compared to the Trojan Cattle, it is a thousand miles away.

The battle between swordsmanship and Taoism seems to be incompatible with water and fire, but in fact, the art is at its peak, and it is no different from Tao. Deng Tai'a is a smart person.

Wang Xianzhi proved the truth with his strength, and there is also a similar effect to this. Only such a world of martial arts is interesting!”

The old man with sheepskin fur was comfortable with his feet, so he put his hands on the sword box and rubbed them.

Xu Qianqiu's expression was slightly strange.

Waving his hand, the sword box flew out of the carriage and fell into his younger brother Xu Fengnian's hands, saying, "I'm giving it to you!"

The sword intent has not dispersed, but it still has some use. The second young master Xu Fengnian accepted it happily:

"Brother Xie!"

Xu Qianqiu smiled and said, "The sword intent has reached its peak state, the turbulent rivers rush to the East China Sea, and the thunder rolling in the sky.

It seems that because it is too domineering and has no rules, in fact, in the final analysis, it is still going by the way and there is a way to follow.

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Both art and Tao are indispensable.

If a person travels far away, his skills are foot strength, and his path is the path. If he only has foot strength, he will go astray. He is just a prison for drawing the ground and cannot walk for a long time.

Only knowing the direction but not walking is nothing more than looking at the plum blossoms to quench thirst.

Just understand the sword intent, but you must not imitate it intentionally and fall into a inferior way.”

Xu Fengnian Zheng focused on his head, kept this in his heart, and then stepped down.

The words of the prince’s teaching made the old man in sheepskin fur look at him with admiration. He sighed in his heart and said, "It's a pity."

If this had been the case, he would have walked out of the Tingchao Pavilion prison in advance and accepted this kid as his apprentice.

What a pity!
Chapter completed!