As long as you can hold on, you can embark on the road of infinite strength.

Peerless treasure...

I didn't miss it!

As long as this kid does not die, he will become a peerless master in the future and overwhelm the world.

Haha, Yang Tao’s old man was wrong, he was in big trouble.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the situation on Xiao Tie's side reversed, just like that night, the deteriorating replica of the duel between him and Zhang Chu, swinging five swords, making the sword style on Juque more than five times more fierce.

The masters of the martial arts world had only the time to dodge and were forced to jump up and down by Xiao Tie. They did not dare to fight back, nor did they dare to face the fierce Juque.

The power attached to the sword is now at the point where the toucher is about to die, and with the sword swaying, the terrifying power is still increasing!

Either die or run away!

There is no third way.

"I'm going to be thrust in my mind, huh!"

The leader swept back several feet, shouted to the two people beside him, and wanted to turn around and escape, but the three of them had just flew out of the battle circle, and Xiao Tie changed his sword style, held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and stabbed forward.

The terrifying force, driven by the fighting spirit, turned into a rolling tide condensed on the sword, and was pushed out by Xiao Tie in the sound of the raging waves.

The Sword Technique of Canghai, the Long Wind and Thousand Miles.

The energy is horizontal, not like the sword energy, but it is more powerful and domineering than the sword energy, just like the tide that swept through the sea, smashing the embankment, the sky is high and the sea is wide, allowing it to gallop.

"I won't fall behind!"

"I won't lose!"

"Clang"

The sword energy of the rage waves hit the three of them, like a bomb that exploded, smashing a long street horizontally, and bricks and stones splashed everywhere, and the energy exploded, pushing the three masters to smash on the ground in a panic.

An unlucky one had broken a calf.

They lay on the ground, looking back in fear, the holy fire ignited and the flames ignited.

On the collapsed attic burning on the long street, flames rose up and were driven to burn towards the direction of the black-armored man, and the black-armored man with a sword was wrapped in blood-red battle aura.

Under the bright red Prajna ghost face, two eyes were already burning, just like ghost fire in the dark night.

The fighting spirit was burning with blood.

The most sharp fighting spirit in the world broke through the meridians and brought blood light, but the next moment, the injury would be repaired by the holy fire, and it would be torn apart again and repaired again.

It's like a forged hammer lifting up and falling down.

As Mars is beating, this god-given body must be beaten into a killing weapon that is only available in the Yellow Spring.

"Clang"

The stone slab under the feet of the little iron was broken.

Every step forward, the stone slab shattered, and his heavy steps were like a giant beast scattering in the night sky. Every step forward, there would be pressure more terrifying than the heavy sword.

The two knights who could still move were frightened and jumped up and were about to escape, but the mountain ghost who had been watching moved.

It appears in front of you like a ghost.

"Swish"

Chengying was unsheathed, bringing a ray of cold light in the fire, and pressing behind the two people.

Under the ghost face, a cold voice came:

"I haven't finished the fight yet, don't leave!"

"go back!"

A few feet away, two knights and the Jianghu people lying on the ground were full of despair. This was another master who could not afford to offend.

They tried to fight back.

But before the blade was lifted, it was split into two.

The Jingtie Long Sword did not feel the collision at all, and then broke open in the flash of the sword arc.

"go back!"

The mountain ghost said another sentence.

The three of them looked back and saw that the black-armored man holding a giant sword was less than ten feet away from them, and they were fighting with the guy who was in the sword skills in front of them.

If you fight another match with the black armored man, your chances of winning are even greater.

"ah!"

The three of them shouted, turned around and attacked Qiu Zhishan, and raised their heavy swords behind them as before.

After more than ten days, three people from the martial arts world who were broken and abandoned their martial arts were thrown on the burning ruins of the long street like dead dogs. Ai Dacha finished eating the roast chicken and licked his fingers with satisfaction.

He sat in his carriage pulled by the organiser, threw out a wooden box to the mountain ghost in front of him, and said:

"Let's just come here this time. I'm going back to Qingyang Mountain. Go back and tell Chen Qiupu that I've given him what he wants, but I didn't give it to him for nothing.

After taking so many things, if you can't do anything big, I won't give it to you next time I ask for it!"

He looked at the little iron with his sword box on his back, wearing black armor, and like a beast, and he said:

"You little kid is not bad. You just wear this Tiangang armor and you may not be able to ride a horse in the future. It's a problem. This is the case. I'll take the time to be a mechanical beast for you to use this to travel.

But this mechanical beast was not for nothing.”

Ai Dachai narrowed his eyes, grabbed his messy beard and said to Xiao Tie:

"Your father gave you some things. I know that when you go to find those things, bring me with me. I don't want other things, but I just want the same thing.

That is something meaningless to you. If you respond to this, I will give you your father's body."

Faced with this transaction, Xiao Tie said without thinking:

"Brother said ok, just do it."

"You really trust him Chen Qiu when you are so desperate."

Ai Dachai curled his lips, he waved to the two of them and said:

"Let's go, I'll take you all the way."

"Click, click, click"

Abed, the institution man who was pulling the black carriage, started running under the command of Ai Dachai. The institution man ran stiffly, but his speed was fast and he was not tired.

In the fire of Jinling, Ai Dacha's broken gong laughed loudly, just like a night owl, spreading far away from the city.

When they came, they broke the city gate, and then they would swagger away, and no one dared to stop them.

When it was dawn, at night, Chen Qiu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the stone where Ren Hao died, opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

His body and clothes were covered with mist by the river.

He stood up, wandered around with his true energy, then steamed his clothes, and looked back at Zhang Lan's little cat.

The mountain ghost held the sword and carried the box behind him, wearing black armor and a small iron with a ghost face, with heavy steps and carrying a Juque on his back, just like an iron armored organ.

Zhang Lan also stood up.

He could see clearly that there were blood stains everywhere on Xiao Tie's iron armor, blood stains flowing from his body.

"this..."

He looked back at Chen Qiu and said sternly:

"This is what you call Nirvana and Rebirth? Are you and him crazy?"

Chen Qiu had no answer.

He just held his hands in his arms and waited for the two brothers to come to him.

He looked at Xiao Tie.

Xiao Tie also looked at him.

While the two were playing a puzzle, Zhang Lan carried a bag, held a cat, and put the black fan into her sleeve. He complained to the mountain ghost beside him:

"Those decent people will definitely come to us for revenge. We slapped them hard, and the people in the martial arts world value the most. They will not let it go.

It will definitely not be quiet along the way."

“So what?”

The mountain ghost held the sword, he said:

"If you dare to come, just kill me."

"Brother Shan Gui, don't be so irritable."

Zhang Lan shook her head and said:

"We are going to do big things. We are not going to be a demon sect, but we always kill people. It's not good to waste our martial arts, break our hands and feet, and throw them on the roadside.
To be continued...