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Hearing Zhou Fang's whistle.

Even if he just lowered his head, unwilling to look at Song Daoyou, Li Zhan, who was holding the sword behind him, couldn't help but raise his head.

With Zhou Fang's move, even Li Zhan placed great hopes on it.

Who is Zhou Fang?

50 years ago, he was the owner of Changhong Mountain Villa. He worked hard and lived in seclusion.

According to legend, he once retreated with Mojian Cave of Changhong Villa for three years in one breath.

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

And on the day he broke through.

Li Zhan, the former owner of Fengjian Villa, went to look for it.

Looking for an opponent above the way of the sword.

after this war.

A section of Zhou Fang's broken sword was broken, leaving only about [-] inches of blade and sword body, and the hilt was shattered into pieces.

Li Zhan broke Zhou Fang's sword, but left a sword mark on his chest that will last forever.

The sword marks are two inches wide and one inch deep.

Now every time Li Zhan takes a deep breath, the sword marks on his chest will ache...

"A sword of bronze."

"Shoot the rainbow with one sword."

"One sword to the west."

"One sword to the east?"

"Besides, you're not really a sword. The sword walks the remnant front, and the mind walks the remnant path?"

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

It is different from the old sword master's Heavenly Clarification Sword.

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

Obviously only half of the blade and blade are left.

But on the sword, there was a little mortal meaning in the whisper.

On the sword there is the cries of street vendors.

There was the panting sound of a brothel woman.

There was the noise of children crying late at night.

There is the holiness of the lotus that comes out of mud and does not stain it.

There is the filth of feces spilled into the ditch.

The blade is extremely simple.

It is no more than [-] inches long and no more than eight inches wide. There are neither patterns nor carvings on the body of the sword.

from a distance.

It was like a huge piece of iron, held by Zhou Fang and then thrown towards Song Qingshu.

However, everything carried on this piece of iron.

It's all too thick, too heavy.

So thick that Song Qingshu frowned.

So heavy that Song Qingshu raised his head:

"A few days ago, the old sword master stabbed a sword in the sky, I bow to him."

"Now your Excellency takes Hongchen's sword as your guest, I admire you."

"can."

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

"A sword in the world of mortals, let me see through it!"

That's all.

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

Zhuo drank a word of unknown meaning.

Then the purple blood soft sword in his hand slashed down at the broken piece of iron.

Before Song Qingshu stepped into the eighth layer of Jindan.

Either he can only use the Great Desolation Over the Mountain Jue, or he can only cut the Cui Lan Chaos Sea Jue.

The aura that surrounds him.

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, but can only replace them.

So when the old sword master stabbed that clarifying sword that day.

At the moment of the beginning, Song Qingshu almost died in Huangquan first.

But after Song Qingshu stepped into the eighth level of Jindan.

The artistic conception between the two finals can already complement each other, complement each other.

There are springs in the mountains.

There are mountains in the sea.

This is the true law of the road.

This is the true spirit of nature.

clang!

With the symbiosis of the two swords that Song Qingshu brewed.

The Zixue soft sword in his hand had also slammed into Zhou Fang's sword hard.

There was an incomparably crisp metal explosion.

The sparks from the collision of the two swords also filled Song Qingshu's eyes.

for a while.

Song Qingshu's eyes were shining brightly.

It was as if a star universe was born from it and then stepped into destruction.

The collision of the two swords disrupted the peaceful scenery on Lingxi Mountain.

The air waves billowed.

The space trembled.

Zhou Fang's sword kept shaking.

There seemed to be a strange frequency between the trembling, as if it could pierce Song Qingshu's soft sword at any time.

Then smash Song Qingshu's throat.

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

The sword in Song Qingshu's hand was still clenched tightly, without shaking at all, not even bending for a moment.

Before this sword strike, Song Qingshu looked calm and relaxed.

But blue veins appeared on the back of his fair hand, and his bland face instantly turned red.

Zhou Fang is already at the fourth level of Nascent Soul, and he is very proud of his mortal sword.

Not to mention the old sword master who is a sword of heaven and man.

Even Li Zhan, who is at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

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

But today's Song Qingshu is only the Eightfold Gold Core...

Thinking of this, Zhou Fangfang couldn't help but get angry in his eyes:

"Everyone! What are you waiting for! It's time to ask Fellow Daoist Song for advice!"

Zhou Fang said nothing.

After the four echoes came, the four flying swords lingering with a faint aura of true energy stabbed at Song Qingshu.

A broad and heavy sword is a dagger.

A sword that is as nimble as a dragon is a soft sword.

A sword that strikes Wuji is a long sword.

One sword is majestic and majestic, it is a square sword.

Zhou Fang let out a huff of anger, the veins in his hands popped out, and the sword in his palm was clenched tightly.

Whoa!

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

Instead, he turned sideways, brushed past Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword, and pierced straight into the sky.

The Zixue soft sword slashed across the broken sword, and cut out a dazzling spark, like a star disappearing.

Perhaps it was the collision of the breaths of Zhou Fang and Song Qingshu that disrupted the breath of heaven and earth.

Maybe Song Qingshu came to this Lingxi Mountain and stayed for a while.

When Zhou Fang's broken sword pierced the sky.