Time actually passed quickly between the fields. From Ye Qixian drawing his sword, to the destruction of the fifth raccoon knife, Hong Jingyan smashing the gun, and then to the death of the fifth raccoon cyclone, it was only a short three or four breaths.

Hong Jingyan was still thinking about Ye Qi's seemingly plain sword, why did he easily kill the Wuhe, who had rich combat experience. He had never seen Li Chungang's sword energy rolling on the dragon wall, but he had seen the sword energy coming out of the sword. Every sword and every sword flowed out, all the true meaning of the heavenly way was followed. It was not an exaggeration to say that a sword could disturb the world. It was thought that the sword god Li Chungang's sword cultivation would only be stronger after chasing Lu Zu's sword cultivation.

When did Jiandao come up with such a simple path? It is what the people in the martial arts world often say that only return to nature when they are practicing at a high level. But if this is true, what can you not see with your own eyes?

Feeling a bone-thrusting coldness rushing towards his forehead, Hong Jingyan should not have the idea of ​​retreating. The iron spear in his hand was like a long black dragon, and his energy was so vigorous that it was not weaker than Cao Changqing, who occupied the eight dou celestial elegance. Starting from under his feet, a pillar of qi danced with the iron spear and went straight to the world.

"scold!"

Hong Jingyan shouted loudly, and the deep mountains in the northern part of Longyaozhou began to shake. Wind and snow were pulled by its qi, and suddenly gathered outside the qi pillars around him. He waved the iron spear point in his hand and looked at an open space in front of him. The sound of breaking through the air was like a roar of a dragon. The qi turned into a dragon, and the wind and snow collided with the gun.

After he stabbed out the spear, Ye Qi's sword just came, and the tip of the sword touched the spear together, making a loud and thick sound like a bell. Then he saw Ye Qi's right sleeve bulging like a tide, and his body was full of strength and energy to take Sui Xigu's sword, which was stronger than the sword, erupted completely from the tip of the sword.

Hearing a scream of the dragon, the dragon-shaped aura outside Hong Jingyan's gun was like a gust of mountain wind hitting the smooth and thick stone wall, and suddenly scattered.

Hong Jingyan bent his arms uncontrollably until the tail of the gun was pressed against his chest, and the man and the gun flew backwards.

"When talking about swords with Li Jianshen, Ye agrees with the idea that he advocates that he will not hide his sword and that one sword should determine the outcome. Ye has always compared swords with others in the past. Unlike Wang Xianzhi, who fights people of any realm, he uses the realm to fight against the enemy. You, Hong Jingyan, can completely block the sword I made, and is considered an amazing person." Ye Qi looked at Hong Jingyan with a sword and said.

Hong Jingyan's arms broke countless small holes, each of which was deep enough to see the bones, as if he had to shake hard, only two white bones would remain on his arms.

He forced himself to get up from the snow, and his arms were dyed red with blood. "In the battle of Longhu Mountain, I always felt that the trash of the Tianshi Mansion was entrusted. The Ye Jianxian of Guangling River broke through three thousand armors with one sword. He also felt that the old sword god had too much water in the formation. He was determined to be arrogant and underestimated by the people of the world. After today's battle, I realized that Ye Jianxian deserved the name of the Sword Immortal."

Hong Jingyan coughed up a mouthful of blood, held an iron spear and continued, "I know that it is difficult to live today, but no one in this world would want to die. Hong has only become famous in the world for two or three years, and he doesn't want to die early. In the past, the family masters often said that only when a man is not afraid of death can he achieve great success. Hong has always sneered at him. People are not afraid of death, and often die quickly. What does it have to do with his great success? Now it seems that as the family master said, not afraid of death and not being dead is the mentality that a martial man should have. Hong just realized something, probably because he had encountered the threshold of a land god. To put it bluntly, who will die today will not know who will die."

Ye Qi's indifferent expression changed slightly at this time, and he chuckled and said, "That's interesting. Song Nianqing from Dongyue Sword Pond was forced into a desperate situation by me. Before he died, he stepped onto the land god from Zhixuan. His last sword of the Earth Immortal, and Ye still thinks it's chewy."

Hong Jingyan was silent, and countless cracks on his arms formed shackles. He stepped out with a gun, and the earth shook. The iron spear in his hand was like a dragon, but the energy in it had more of a matching with the heaven and earth.

The scenery inside the door and the scenery outside the door are naturally blocked. At the same time, a great vision emerges from the heaven and earth. First, the roar of wind, thunder and thunder sounds, and then in an instant, wind, thunder, rain, snow and snow are sprinkled from the nine heavens.

Hong Jingyan fired a shot, and the world was silent!

Under the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth and the iron spear that made heaven and earth quiet, Ye Qi's white clothes moved with the sword, and his body moved with the sword.

Suddenly, he raised his sword, and the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth subsided, and the sword fell, and the space in front of him was cut open and fell onto the iron spear by the sword edge.

There was silent in the field, but mountains collapsed, and no energy was overflowing, but countless green pine trees disappeared invisibly with the ice and snow.

The iron spear in Hong Jingyan's hand broke silently. He shouted wildly. The words he said just now were not afraid of death because he felt that he didn't have to die after seeing the scenery inside the door. Now that he is still dead, how could he not be afraid?

A sword passed by, and the fifth-ranked Beimang martial arts rating, Hong Jingyan, the head of the head fell to the ground.

...

"I'm covered in blood now. Why don't you be kind enough to carry me?" Guanyin in white said in a weak voice and looked at the man who brought the hot tea, with a little resentful look and a little weak and pitiful.

"First of all, those blood were deliberately stuck on you. Four hundred Rouran heavy cavalry are powerful, but the awesomeness is that they have been fighting for a long time. I killed the fifth racquet and Hong Jingyan for less than a stick of incense. At that time, your aura was probably not used up by 30%. No matter how powerful their guns and arrows were, how could you hurt you? Later, seeing that even Hong Jingyan was dead, and more than 300 cavalry left ran away in the desert. Why did you hurt yourself? Besides, we are not walking on the road now, why are you carrying you?" Ye Qi said slowly while drinking tea in the lower reaches of the glacier.

Guanyin in white clothes curled her eyes and asked with a smile: "I rarely say so much to me. Where will we go next? Can we carry me?"

Ye Qi poured out the tea leaves in the tea bowl, scooped another bowl of hot tea in the pot, and said, "Tuoba Chunjun is dead, Hong Jingyan and Diwu Raksha are also dead. It is not a trivial matter for Beimang. Next time, more than four hundred Rouran Iron Cavalry will come."

"If you could drive me away, you wouldn't follow you all the time now." Baiyi Guanyin snorted and said, "I used to think that the donor was destined to me, but Long Yaozhou and his party no longer thought so. If you want to drive me away, unless the donor kills me with one sword, the donor seems to be easy to kill, but in fact, there is no reason to kill when killing people."

The white horse stepped on the snow with its front hooves, and its eyes, which were as beautiful as the night pearl, showed a very humane look.

...

When Beimang is north, there is only ice and snow left in the world. After a very long area covered by ice and snow, it is the Beihai, which is dark blue, with few winds and waves.

Putaba Bodhisattva stood alone in the snow, behind his hands, and alone was like a person representing the entire Beimang facing the lifeless Beihai. He was waiting, waiting for a fish in the Beihai to turn into a roc, and then his realm was flawless. But how long did it take to wait, there was no accurate time. Opportunities have always been like this. From the indeterminate number, even if there are indeterminate numbers, there will be variables besides the indeterminate number.

Tuoba Bodhisattva did not wear a beautiful robe that represented his own power, nor was he wearing a valuable Mingguang armor. He was just wearing a robe and looked not brave enough. At this time, he looked more like a farmer working in the farmland.

The eagle sang in the sky, and a white-haired eagle with a spreading wings larger than that of a human being cut through the clouds on the snow, causing a strong wind to come down from the nine heavens. Ordinary people were afraid that they would be scared to death when they saw this. Tuoba Bodhisattva just looked up slightly, stretched out his powerful arm, grabbed it with the claws of the eagle's sharp edge like a steel knife, and then took a bamboo tube from the eagle's right leg.

There was a letter placed in the bamboo tube, briefly explaining the important things that happened in Beimang recently. As he looked to the end of the letter, the martial artist, who claimed to be the number one in Beimang, gradually frowned. At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly appeared around him, rolling up the snow accumulated throughout the winter and blew towards the deadly and deep Beihai in the distance. Then, a sudden wave of waves in the Beihai was scattered.

The eagle screamed in surprise, flapped a pair of snow-white wings and flew into the sky without a trace, and then, thousands of piles of snow fell into the sea between the snow.

"The Ye Jianxian in Liyang is interesting." Bodhisattva Tuoba threw the letter on the ground, and the cold wind and Beihai returned to calm. He said to himself with a little unwilling tone: "Forget it, Li Chungang came to Beimang because he did not have me, Tuoba Bodhisattva. Now if you want to learn from Li Chungang, you can only make you come and go."

...

After passing Longyaozhou north and east, it is Beimang Xihezhou. Xihe River is named after a big river. The big river comes from the west, starts from Rouran Mountain, flows through the four places of Beimang Jinchan, Yuchan, Nanjing, and Xihe. From Xihezhou to Liyang and Liao, and finally merges into the East China Sea.

Xihezhou is full of mountains, and the rivers are surging, carrying many mud and sand in the land, with turbid and yellow colors, and cannot be called beautiful. However, the surging rivers are surging, and looking at the whole world, there is no other one.

On the river bank, the woman in white changed into a monk's robe. A few days ago, she and Ye Qi passed by Xihezhou Prefecture City. I don't know where she got the money. A five-liang gold was thrown in front of the shopkeeper of a cloth shop, pointing to Ye Qi that he had to wear the same outfit. Ye Qi thought that she thought the washed monk's robe was dirty, and he heard this and left Xihezhou Prefecture City.

Guanyin in white was not in a hurry. Her skills were so mysterious. She had prepared many secret tricks along the way with Ye Qi in order to prevent her from leaving on the sword. The most important thing was to quietly merge her luck with all her luck. It was difficult to block it if she did not have the gods on land or the imperial city with mixed luck. Poor Bodhisattvas had black hair. Luck was actually the foundation of human life. She gave her life to fate.

Ye Qi's body is not related to his luck, one is because his soul is not a person in this world, and the other is because he has long been able to do everything. The white-clothed Guanyin can achieve it. In addition to the mysterious skills, it also comes from this method that can only be based on itself without affecting other people's fortunes and responses. It is extremely secret when casting. Moreover, she has some understanding of Ye Qi's body's swordsmanship for several days, and directly attaches her luck to the other party's body, making it unconscious.

In fact, Ye Qi has always been followed by her, mainly because she has had the experience of being caught up by her without saying goodbye several times. She has no idea of ​​operating the three major and first-class realms. The cicada wing barrier in "Twenty-Three Years of Cicada" is extremely suppressed in this world and cannot be operated for a long time. Her own aura will still flow into a slight slightest. In the end, she just thinks that it is the mystery of Buddhism in Mount Lanta, and the way of learning the cause and effect is too deep, so she still lets her go.

Guanyin in white dress was wearing a white warrior shirt that was the same as Ye Qi's outfit. She no longer had barefoots and a pair of black cloud shoes. She imitated Ye Qi to tie her hair behind her with a white hairband, which was a little more vulgar than before, but it was even closer to the world, which was even more charming.

"Donor, you are so indifferent. I searched for you for two days before I found it. Let's see if my clothes fit."

The white-clothed Guanyin imitated Ye Qi's indifferent appearance and walked around Ye Qi who was watching the river on the bank of the river twice. However, she was very proud of herself catching up with Ye Jianxian again. Before she could walk around, she burst into laughter. If the monks of Lantu Mountain saw this, they would probably have to vomit blood and die. How did the Six-Pearl Bodhisattva who once sat on Yunyao to preach like this?

There were people on the other side of the river. It seemed that there were some scholars from the Southern Dynasty who watched the river. Someone had just recited poems to attract cheers. When a woman in white dressed up as a man on a white horse was walking beside the man in white on the other side, the cheers were broken, and she sighed that she was a couple of fairy couples.

Ye Qi replied to the question, "The world often says that it is true that seeing things and thinking of people is true."

"I miss you when I see something?" Guanyin in white suddenly felt energetic and pursed her red lips and said, "I think it shouldn't be a woman."

Ye Qi nodded and said, "I know a swordsman, and I have seen the big river and realized the sword for several years. After one sword comes out, the sword is like a surging river, and the turbid waves can reach the sky. From then on, the human world is invincible."

Guanyin in white nodded, smiled and said, "I guess he will become the second in the world after meeting the donor."

Ye Qi smiled and said, "It's true, it's second in the world, but he should be the first in the world now. Of course, it's not necessarily. My brothers and brothers are all very powerful."

The first time she saw that the man laughing like this, she gave her life to the other party, and couldn't help but feel crazy about it.

"Actually, I sometimes wonder what the donor's sect is like to have a swordsman like the donor."

Ye Qi said: "A mountain, a bad old man, a dozen lunatics, actually...

A group of Southern Dynasties scholars suddenly exclaimed, and saw a man walking on the surging Yellow River. The person who came was wearing a coat of silk and a wilted peach blossom branch on his waist. After walking more than ten steps, he landed the 15 or 16 feet long river behind him and jumped in front of Ye Qi and Guanyin in white clothes.

"Brother Ye, I didn't expect to meet you here." Deng Taia said, his tone was not as cautious as a friend of Jiandao, but instead he was a little cautious.

"I thought Brother Deng would pretend to be unable to see me and leave." Ye Qi looked at the peach branch on Deng Tai'a's waist and asked, "It should be a sword immortal. Why do you want to break the realm when competing with others in swords?"

Tai-A Deng raised his sword-brow and asked, "Brother Ye, you and me won't hit someone again this time, right?"

Ye Qi said with a hint of embarrassment: "This time I came to Beimang, I wanted to kill a few people, and the other was to fight with Tuoba Bodhisattva. Maybe you have to let me go once. Among the ones I killed a few days ago, it was Tuoba Bodhisattva's youngest son."
Chapter completed!