Big waves wash the sand

In the city lord's mansion, there was a lot of turmoil.

I don't know how many people come and go.The anger here is already chaotic, the big tree wants to be quiet, and the strong wind keeps blowing. Fang Yu put his sword back into its sheath, and stared at the person who came.

The son of Yannan, Yanqing.

Yanqing is only 14 years old, but he has grown up very quickly, and his sword eyebrows and star eyes are especially like his father's.The teenage years did not seem to have left traces in his growth, and Feihong was terrified by the icy saber aura all over his body.

He carried a knife and came uninvited.

"Nan Jian?"

"A disciple of the Southern Sword."

Hearing this, Yan Qing leaned against the door and put away the saber: "Son of Bei Dao."

Fang Yu thought that the other party was here to invite a fight, but he was not.After Yanqing asked where he came from, he stood guard at the door without stepping in.He didn't say much nonsense, holding the knife and looking up at the sky.

There is a northern knife, and the knife has no sheath.

Fang Yu once thought that Yan Nanyi was a bold man, but he didn't realize until later that all the swordsmen in the city lord's mansion wore sheathless knives.

why?

Fang Yu couldn't figure it out.

The sky was blue and clear, but Yanqing thought it was the worst sky he had ever seen.Guhong came from Shuobei, Yanqing drew the bow hanging on the wall, and shot the arrow into Changhong.

"call out--"

The northern geese fell.

The period of three days is here.

"Father is waiting for you at the martial arts academy."

Yannan stood in the yard, stroking the Yanbei knife in his hand.

Compared with himself, Yan Beidao lacked a bit of saber energy.The quaint knife was covered with scars, and all the sharp edges were contained within, making it look less aggressive than its owner.

But for knives, this is not a good thing.

The knife is not crazy, it is not enough to be a blade.

The sword is not moist, not enough to seal the knife.

Back then, there were many swordsmen in the north and many swordsmen in the south.Crazy sword and warm sword is almost a portrayal of the entire Jianghu.

And who would have thought that it was precisely such a warm knife that split the thousand-year glory of Beidaomen.

Yan Nan looked at Fang Yu who was standing still: "With Niwan sealed, you don't need Nine Swords, even if you practice for another ten years, you will not be my opponent."

Fang Yu can't deny it, people of the immortal way enter the world, they must call themselves Niwan Palace, and restrain their cultivation.

There is a saying in the fairy tale: Those who bully others with their power will be ruled by the law of heaven.

Immortal Dao started from Martial Dao, and returned to Martial Dao at the moment when the Niwan was sealed.

He is just an ordinary person now.

It has only been 12 years since I picked up the sword again.And Yannan is already 38 years old.

Fang Yu looked at the sword in his hand, and said softly, "My master is not here, so I am Nan Jian."

He actually didn't know the origin of Nanjian.

He didn't know what Nan Jian meant, but they all said his master was Nan Jian, so he remembered it.

Since his master left the mountain 12 years ago, there has been no news from him.

On the night when the ever-burning lantern on Baopu Mountain died suddenly, he knew that he was the only one left in the world who could wield an iron sword.

Nan Jian lost once, and he cannot lose a second time.

Yanbei Dao slashed down forcefully, Fang Kui's left wrist shook, and the hilt of the sword seemed to come out of his hand, he followed the trend downward, like a dragon frightened by a dragon, and strayed out.Beidao chased after him, stepping on the tree trunk, jumped into the air and landed behind Yannan.

When the wind moves, so do people.

Fang Yu changed the "Walking Dragon Step". Although he did not have the blessing of Taoism, he did not use Taoism to cultivate from the very beginning.

His master said that sometimes, the way of martial arts can bring people back from a desperate situation better than the way of immortality.

Yannan said: "I'm a bit more advanced."

After finishing speaking, he slashed again: "However, Nan Jian is not just a showman who only knows how to run outside—be careful!"

Although Yanbei Dao looks gentle, it is still a sword.

A knife that has been tempered for thousands of years.

It's not that Fang Yu doesn't want to butt, but Yannan's offensive is too fierce, his left hand is not dominant after all, and even after 12 years of practice, he is still powerless.

He can only use the unique body technique of the Nine Schools "Walking the Dragon Step" to deal with it, hoping to pour all the strength of the whole body on one sword, and one blow will surely win.

But Yannan was too cautious.

He used offense as defense, and the entire martial arts academy was under his control. It was as if a net had been cast where the blade touched, and Fang Yu was firmly engulfed in it.

A trapped beast swims a dragon.

Nothing more than is.

Fang Kui worshiped under Tianyuan Lord's door and sought Taoism in the mountains. He had never been on a three-year study tour, and all he knew and heard was confined to mountains, rivers and plants.

His sword is dead.

The way of the sword is changing, clever and unexpected.

"You should go down the mountain and have a look."

After a martial arts performance, Lin Fuqing told him this.

But he was limited by the size of his eyes at the time and did not follow the advice.Now, it is not an exaggeration to say that Yanbei Dao, whose momentum is like a rainbow and whose shape is like a wind, is stretched.

The sword is not as agile as the knife, and the defeat has already appeared.

to lose.

Fang Yu bit his lip, a little unwilling.

If he used the Tianyan Nine Swords at this time, he would not necessarily lose.But in that case, the iron sword will lose.

The last thing his master left him.

Fang Fu planted his foot on the courtyard wall and climbed up with his strength, the wall immediately rotted out from the inside.Use this force to "cut the blade"!

The last move of the iron sword is also a killer move.

The young man faded away the rules engraved in his body, the agile sword is a sword, and the broken ax sword is also a sword.

The mad sword cuts the warm knife for sharpening!

A look of surprise flashed in Yannan's eyes, and then he turned his sword and moved forward, greeting him with "Guihong".

The sharp sword meets the sword of Shang Guihong, the wild goose sings in the north mountain, and the south wind brings warmth.

The wind stops, the tree is quiet.

Fang Yu squatted on the ground with his sword propped up, staring blankly at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Blue shirt and white coat, saber and sword.

The leisurely wind returns to the deceased.

"Three generations of Nanjian, Feng Kuan. Please enlighten me."

"No.60 Nine Generations North Sword, Yannan. Let's fight."