Jun Xie Chenxin

Feng Ninghan

It is a god and a man.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he became famous all over the world.

The world often marvels at his unrivaled martial arts, and talks about his peerless beauty.

For a while, Feng Ninghan was very famous in the Jianghu.

However, on her 20th birthday, Feng Ninghan was invited by Kapok City Zhongli to attend the Kapok Club. After this time, she disappeared in the rivers and lakes. No one knew about her movements, let alone her life or death.

Along with him, Feng Ninghan also disappeared into the rivers and lakes with the saber that Feng Ninghan attended the flower festival and kept at Zhongli's house.

Famous sword - broken water flow.

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Five years later.

Mo City of Jin State.

In the teahouse opened by an official in the center of Mocheng, there was a lot of people, and it was very lively.

Most people are talking about a major event in the world recently.

The broken water flow reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

The person who found the broken water flow is none other than Fan Meng, the supreme martial artist today.

"You said that Fan Meng has found this broken water now, how many people are jealous! He doesn't know how to hide it, and even shows it off in a big way!" The guests drinking tea in the teahouse chattered, and then served with a sip of tea , very comfortable.

"What's the use of jealousy, they can only watch, so what about showing off? Is it possible that who dares to fight for this sword?" Another man said, threw a peanut in his mouth, and chewed it a few times , and continued, "What kind of person is Fan Meng? Although he is not as good as Feng Ninghan back then, he is still the number one existence in the Jianghu today. If you rob him of breaking the water, you may lose your life!"

"Well...you are right. From this point of view, it is true that Fan Meng has the capital to be arrogant. Hey! But I heard..." The man lowered his voice, looked around for a while, leaned closer to the ear of the man opposite him, and said in a low voice , "I heard that Fan Meng obeys the orders of the court, and it seems that this cut-off flow will be handed over to..."

The man didn't dare to say more, and pointed to the top, expressing his meaning cryptically.

"Ah? Seriously?! Hand it over to the court?!"

"Tsk! Keep your voice down!"

"Eh... Now that the imperial court is corrupt, and there are internal and external troubles, what does the imperial court want this sword for?" The man's voice was already low.

"I don't know... I only know the present moment. I am happy every day... I don't know when this country will not be a country! I don't know how the battle of Huaihe River is going. If..."

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There was a man at the side, tasting the tea, and after listening for a long time, he put on a bamboo hat and left the teahouse with his sword in hand.

In winter, Meaux is extremely dry and cold, and the cold wind seems to blow away people's skin.

The 36 Killing Hall created by Fan Meng is located on a mountain in the outskirts of Mocheng.

The name of this mountain is: Dijue, the terrain is towering, with cliffs, lush forests, and wild animals often appear. From the name of the mountain, it can be seen that the mountain is very steep.

The man is strong and strong, he climbed the mountain easily and found 36 killing halls.

36 In the killing hall courtyard, people were crowded, and many people gathered around the famous sword on the pear blossom wooden sword stand in the center of the courtyard—Guan Shui Liu, talking a lot.

The man was lying leisurely on a huge sycamore tree beside the courtyard, watching everything in front of him indifferently, but no one noticed.

Suddenly, the sound in the compound fell silent. The man glanced over and saw a seven-foot tall, burly man with a high crown, a black suit with gold trim, a fox cloak on his outside, and a man with walnuts in his hand. Walk into the crowd.

That face was paired with a luxurious attire, how could it be so flamboyant.

When everyone saw the man, they naturally gave way to the broken water.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

The man was followed by two attendants, standing on the left and right sides of the broken water.

"My lord! My lord! My lord!"

All the people uttered "Honorable Lord" three times in unison, resounding through the sky, causing the birds in the mountains to flutter into the sky.

The man on the tree curled his lips into a chuckle, and thought in his heart: This Fan Meng is really an exaggeration, this battle occupies the top of the mountain, and he has the posture of becoming a king himself.

After the echo settled down, Fan Meng said coldly, "The broken water will be handed over to the imperial court tomorrow, and inviting brothers to appreciate it together today can be regarded as an eye-opener for brothers."

When the words fell, everyone below looked at each other in blank dismay, but they dared not speak.

The atmosphere is delicate, like an arrow about to leave the string.

Everyone knew that Fan Meng was unwilling to hand over the "cut off water flow" to the imperial court, but now 36 killing halls obeyed the imperial court's orders, if they didn't obey, there would be more troubles.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Feng Ninghan, the former martial arts lord, just refused to submit to the court, and ended up disappearing in the rivers and lakes. Even the Mu Xiaogu he created was taken away by the court.

Fan Meng was afraid, so naturally he didn't dare to keep the famous sword privately.

What's more, how he got the title of Martial Lord Lord, only he knows in his heart.

Benefiting from others, naturally dare not and cannot make mistakes.

But the boy with a strong head couldn't understand the way, so he stood up and shouted.

"My lord, this famous sword is hard to come by. Who else in the world can be your enemy, why don't you just keep this precious sword?"

Immediately, Fan Meng's face darkened, he looked at the young man who was talking in the crowd, and then glanced around. Wherever his eyes went, there was a smell of gunpowder, and finally looked back at the young man, the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed.

"Come forward."

The servant hunched his back, looked around, his calves were trembling, he was almost supported by someone, and he hadn't stood still yet.

"hiss!"

What a quick knife!

Before everyone came back to their senses, the self-righteous boy was decapitated, his head fell to the ground, and his eyes blinked a few times.

Everyone looked at the head that rolled to the ground, and took a few steps back.Many people with blood spattered on their bodies froze in place in horror, unable to move.

"I am sincere to the imperial court. The sun and the moon can learn from each other. If someone talks too much, that person will end up today!"

"Yes Yes!"

It really is cruel, killing people without blinking an eye.

Fan Meng walked up to Duan Shui Liu, and the attendants standing on both sides of Duan Shui Liu bowed and saluted.

Seeing that Fan Meng stretched out his hand to go to that famous sword, a scorching white light flashed, everyone closed their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, there was no trace of the broken water on the sword stand.

"What! What's going on!"

"Cut off the water... cut off the flow!"

"Stop the water flow! It's gone!"

Fan Meng was out of breath, his face was trembling, he waved his hand, interrupting the noisy crowd, and then with sharp eyes, he threw the long knife in his hand, the long knife was dodged by the man on the tree, and cut off a strand of his black hair, the man hung down Seeing the face piercing into the wood and cutting the cloud knife in three parts, he sneered.

"It seems that the Martial Lord Lord is really not a strong outsider, he has some kung fu on his body." After finishing speaking, he knocked on the cloud cutter a few times with the broken water that he had just won.

Killing hearts.

In front of so many martial arts heroes, even Fan Meng, Duan Shuiliu was easily taken away. Speaking of this, not only the heroes of all walks of life lost face, but also the martial arts supreme.

"Who is here!" Fan Meng said angrily, and then he opened his hand, a burst of air flowed, and the Yunqie Dao returned to Fan Meng's hand.

"You don't need to know, I just know that this sword that cuts through the water and was sent to the court by you, what is the difference between it and a fire stick? You also invited brothers to appreciate it. You can really tell it with your old face." Stop the water flow behind your waist.

Originally, he thought about the matter and walked away, but now it seems that a war is inevitable.

The man gripped his sword.

"Do you know how many people you have offended today? You are still talking nonsense! Quickly return the famous sword! I can spare your dog's life!"

"Haha! Fan Meng, do you know a word, if you can, you will advance! Do what you can!"

As soon as the words fell, a murderous aura struck, and Fan Meng leaped into the air in front of Qi Yang, waving Qi Yun in his hand, a saber aura directly cut off the century-old sycamore tree, and the man's hat that covered his face fell to the ground by the saber aura.

The man was light and nimble, he jumped back and jumped on the wall, before he could stand firmly on his foot, Fan fiercely launched a second wave of attack.

The man raised his saber, the sword was not out of its sheath, he blocked Qie Yun's blow with one hand, and then drew his sword, the blade was just an inch out, the forceful sword aura was already frightening.

"噗!" The man pulled out his sword, and a wave of sword energy swept across Fan Meng's face. Fan Meng was knocked back to the ground by the sword energy, staggered a few steps, and was caught by two attendants on the left and right.

Everyone on the spot was startled by the saber used by the man, what a strange sword!

Fan Meng's face turned black, he was extremely angry, he stood his ground, and still wanted to fight again, but unfortunately the man on the wall has long since disappeared.

Only a man's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"The martial arts supreme is fierce, with brute strength, but mediocre!"

Fan gritted his teeth fiercely, and stared fiercely at the wall. There was a dead silence, and no one dared to say a word.

"Where is Bai Xiaosheng!"

The crowd was crowded, and soon one person would be pushed out.

This person was dressed in a light green brocade robe, tied with a happy towel, and held a folding fan. The word "Xiaoyao" was written freely and freely on the fan, which seemed a bit ironic at this moment.

"Who is that man!"