Big waves wash the sand

Yanbei knife is a knife.

Hitting an iron sword is not a sword.

So far, the Southern Sword has been passed down, and there are 53 iron swords.Every generation of Nanjian is destined to forge a sword of its own from birth.From material selection to sword making, we will never rely on others.

The day when the sword is completed, it means that you can leave the teacher.

Feng Kuan has entered the immortal way, and his forging iron sword has also been refined into a flying sword and melted into his body.

Although he sealed the Niwan, the sword light of the flying sword itself was still dazzling. He smiled, put away the flying sword, and didn't plan to use it.He turned his head and stretched out his hand to Fang Yu: "Little Qiuer, can you borrow 'Canglan' from Master?"

Feng Kuan has already reached the state of transformation, and the years have long been unable to erode his cheeks. Even if we haven't seen each other for 12 years, it still seems like yesterday.That day he changed into a cloth shirt, left Tianyuan Ling and the seal of the head, and never returned.

Then, the lights went out.

The ever-burning lamp burns Jiujun's heart and blood, and the lamp goes out when a person dies.

Fang Yu's eyes were red: "Master..."

Holding the Canglan Sword in his hand, Feng Kuan tilted his head: "Lao Beidao has kept the Tianyuan Token for me for many years."

Yannan chuckled lightly: "Come and get it if you have the ability."

There was a smile on the corner of Feng Kuan's mouth, even if he used the "blade" sword, it would not make people feel aggressive.Wen Jian is free.

Yan Beidao had twelve scars on his body.

It's the sword mark.

A sword is not a sword, but a sword is a sword.

Twelve sword marks represent twelve generations of Southern Swords, and each generation of Southern Swords must be sharpened with the Yanbei Sword, which means sealing the sword.

The Canglan sword crossed the Yanbei knife, leaving a deep sword mark, sparks overflowed, and the knife clanged.Yannan retreated back with the sword, quietly looking at the newly engraved sword marks.

After breaking the 41-generation iron sword, the sword marks are still clear.

Feng Kuan raised his sword, and on the tip of the sword was the Tianyuan Order.

He raised the sword, and Tian Yuan Ling returned to his hand.He smiled, and the Canglan Sword was thrown back into its sheath by him: "The No. 12 disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, Feng Songyang. Chengyan gave way."

Yan Nan looked at the newly engraved sword marks and asked, "Who is this blade opened for?"

Feng Kuan: "Nan Jian."

Yannan nodded: "Let's go."

Feng Kuan walked closer to him, stood in front of him, and said seriously: "There is one more thing."

He took Yannan's hand holding the knife, and said like no one else, "Let me see which hand hurt my little ball, this one?"

Yan Nan looked at this man's face that he didn't want to be beaten, and couldn't help raising his knife: "You want to destroy me?"

Feng Kuan put down his hand, took a light step back, smiled without saying a word.

Then, there was a muffled thunder in the blink of an eye, Feng Kuan suddenly half-knelt down, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the bluestone board.

But the sky is clear and clear, where is there any thunder?

It was just the vibration produced when someone collapsed his dantian, which awakened everyone from the inside out.

Fang Yu opened his eyes wide and rolled over, "Master!"

Feng Kuan wiped off the blood, feeling a little embarrassed.He patted Fang Yu's head, smiled and said, "I'll pay him back what he owes you."

In the first two years, Fang Yu hated it.

He hated his master for never looking back, hated Bei Dao for coming aggressively, and hated him most for being powerless.

He couldn't hold a sword.

Can't take revenge either.

He worked as a medicine pot on Mount Qilao for more than half a year, and Tianxing Lord Tao Meng personally diagnosed his meridians and pulses, but in the end he failed to restore his right hand to its original state.

He began to practice left-handed sword.

But a person, who has been right-handed for 16 years since he was born, suddenly has to start all over again, how easy is it?

Whenever Fang Yu recalled those days, he hated it.

But it's just a moment of hate.

He never thought about asking Yannan to pay him a hand, let alone asking his master to do something.When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, the only thing he could blame on his master was that he hadn't been able to see him for the last time, and he hadn't been able to die for him.

Now that his master is back, the last bit of hatred is gone.

Feng Kuan lost his cultivation, and the blue hair gradually faded. Fang Yu hugged him, and the palm of his hand lit up with a gentle light, which poured into Feng Kuan's body.

However, nothing happened, nothing happened.

Feng Kuan pressed his hand, no matter how pale his face could be, he couldn't stop him from laughing completely relaxed: "Little Qiuer, people in the Jianghu, most avoid ambiguity."

He hung the Tianyuan Order around Fang Yu's neck, and then looked over his shoulder at Yannan who was also shocked behind him: "Yannan, I am the only one left in the Southern Sword Sect, is it enough to pay off your family's blood debt?" ?”

In the dense forest, the captured swordsman swirled his blade and committed suicide.

The blindfolded boy froze for a moment, revealing his rare boyish appearance.He probably hasn't opened a knife before, and he has never seen someone who died so simply.

The smell of blood rushed into his nose like a ghost, his figure swayed, and the sword in his arms trembled.The girl on the tree looked pale, and immediately jumped down, covered his mouth and nose, and kicked the swordsman away.

It was too late when the blade saw blood.

There was a strange rustling sound of the wind in the grove, the towering trees kept trembling, and the leaves eventually turned into a forest.

The boy pressed the long sword tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force.

Lin Fuqing turned his head and stared at the dark place, a cold and fierce breath was blunted for a while, and then he took a step back.Lin Fuqing laughed lightly, and struck the leaf in his hand. The leaf penetrated through the grove and rushed a long way, but did not hit the real thing.

Lin Fuqing didn't care at all, scratched his ears and walked towards the boy.At the same time, the grove became quiet and the shadows dissipated.

The girl looked at him vigilantly, a little surprised.

She didn't realize there was anyone else at all.

The blindfolded boy took a deep breath, his pale face began to slowly regain color, and his lips were bleeding from biting hard.

He took the girl's hand away and regained his composure.

Lin Fuqing broke off a branch, held it in his hand casually, and gestured twice: "The sword hides the front, the dragon frightens the dragon. An outstanding disciple of the Tianyan School?"

The blindfolded young man stood still, listening to the howling of the breaking wind, and said after a while: "Lin Hai listens to the tide, picks leaves and flies flowers. Dongxuan sect's high skills?"

Both were silent for a moment, then both laughed.

"Tian Yan Sect, Xiao Tu."

"Dongxuan faction, Lin Qi."