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Chapter 384 For my Heavenly Sword, earning my life for ten years (55)

The swords intersected again.

Wan Longke almost vomited blood, there seemed to be countless long swords neighing and slashing all over his body, and bloodstains were torn out on the exposed skin of his body.

The pavilion next to it has been turned into powder.

Wan Longke, the fifth-rank incense lord Wan Longke, who ruled the roost with mighty strength and domineering swordsmanship, was defeated and retreated in a head-on confrontation.

He was already extremely embarrassed, but Hong Hui, whose cultivation base was still a full level plus half a level away from him, was even more embarrassed. His sword robe was stained with blood, but he was even more happy and hearty!
"Hahaha, happy, happy!"

The man seemed fearless, leaning on his sword and laughing.

Wan Longke couldn't help taking a step back, his heart was shaken, his eyes were almost stabbed by the sharp edge of the middle-aged man in front of him.

It's almost like a middle-aged man who is carrying his life, sect, and responsibilities, and is almost bent over.

Eyebrows are flying.

Haohao's sword light shot up into the sky, Honghui's laughter stopped suddenly, and he clasped the sword with his right hand, and there was a fierce murderous intent in the world. Several people around felt that their scalps were numb, and they almost instinctively retreated. There are also those who have always been brave and brave. , outlining the left and right voids, forming a vision of heaven and earth.

Amid the long howls, the wide sword like a big vertebra neighed and howled.

There is also a violent sword light, like thunder rushing to the sky, coming majestically.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Honghui pressed the sword, his eyes were bright and fierce.

What he holds in his hand is not the celestial keel that made him famous back then, nor is it the Yunxiao sword that he received from his master when he was 16 years old. It is just a long sword of the Tianjianmen standard.

As long as the disciples in the sect have one of the internal sword skills, they will be bestowed by the sect. It is an ancient method, which can be regarded as sharp and excellent.

The sword in his hand was even more slender by two points.

The sword trembled slightly, the strong light of the sword shone like it was splashing on the sky, but it quietly entered the water, the edge of the sword trembled, the fingers of the sword were squeezed with the left hand, and the long sword in the right hand stabbed straight forward.

The silver light fell.

Five people fell down in front of Wang Anfeng in an instant, Hong Feibai was beside him, and his disciples from the same sect followed behind. The ordinary Sword Sect disciples were already panicked, but Hong Feibai remained calm.

The beautiful woman who had lost her soul before now pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, just followed behind Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai, and hurriedly walked towards the direction of the sect.

That should also be where Honghui is at this time.

Along the way, you can see the masters of various factions lying on the ground. They are all tough hands who can call their names within a hundred miles, but they died only because of a sword mark on their throats.

There were occasional omissions, but without knowing it, they still attacked the disciples of Tianjianmen, but they were far from the opponents of Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai, and they were all stabbed to death on the road.

Hong Feibai raised his eyes, looked at the green onion mountain shadow in the distance, and the sky covered with layers of clouds, looking peaceful and peaceful.

It is very close to the mountain gate of Tianjianmen.

Not far ahead, there is a gazebo at the foot of the mountain, where he used to play and practice swords with his junior sister when he was young.

Pain appeared in his eyes, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and strode towards the mountain gate, but at this moment, the sword broke in his hand and suddenly screamed, the sound was shrill, like a cry of grief.

The swords of the disciples behind him jumped out of their scabbards.

Wang Anfeng held the long sword that was also whistling, and suddenly raised his eyes to look, his eyes widened instantly, in the black pupils, the clouds in the sky disappeared, and the pure and bright sword light flowed past and slowly disappeared.

The disciples of Tianjianmen were dumbfounded:

"This……"

"Did the old man make a move?"

The beautiful woman swayed, almost fell down, but stood firm, clenched her teeth, showing the appearance of the peak lord's wife, gritted her teeth, and said:
"Continue to go."

"Yes, Master..."

The disciples responded, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, looked at the stunning sword light and flowing shadow, and clenched the sword in his hand. He is a sixth-rank swordsman himself, and he saw more things. Maybe it was Honghui who was able to cut it a few days ago.

The "compensation" that Honghui said today was recalled in my mind.

I see……

That's it!
His heart was shaken unspeakably, he clenched his sword tightly, and Hong Feibai and his party quickened their pace, and rushed along the road towards the Heavenly Sword Gate.

"Okay, sword, art..."

The burly, violent and aggressive Tiger Sword Sect sword head looked at the long sword piercing his heart, with a look of admiration and emotion on his face, he fell backwards and was buried in the snow.

The famous broad sword of the famous party was inserted upside down.

The rest of the people present were heartbroken and could not wait to turn around and run away, but at this time, Qi Qi was entangled and involved. At this time, no matter who dared to make a change, they would welcome a sword light that was no different from the sword just now.

Hong Hui coughed twice, his body was already extremely weak, but he never retreated at all, it seemed that in the past 23 years, he had never felt so happy in one day.

Honghui's face was still cold, and he said:

"Who's coming next? Or, come together?"

The long sword in his palm turned slightly, and the man's face was already indifferent. Before those people could respond, he had already laughed, raised his sword and stepped forward, saying:

"Forget it, I'll go first."

The sword light flickered, all of which were the most basic sword skills in Tianjianmen, but these basic sword skills bloomed with unparalleled power in the hands of the swordsman who put down the sword heart for 23 years and picked it up again.

Sword moves are nothing more than external, what is important is the sword intent flowing within, which lies in the person holding the sword.

Tianjianmen Honghui, stopped for a thousand days.

Thousands of miles a day.

The sword intent is strong, becoming more and more violent and high-spirited.

It can no longer be concealed.

Tianjianmen is located on the top of this mountain, suddenly there is a bright sword light, followed by four streams of light, and then like a furious tiger guarding its son, it tears open the sky and the earth at a terrifying speed, and gallops towards the bottom.

Hundreds of feet away, Wang Anfeng and Hong Feibai took the first step, stepped over the cliff, and saw the collapsed pavilion, the fallen master of the rivers and lakes, and the bright sword light.

Wan Longke's complexion changed drastically. At this moment, they no longer cared about the traction of their energy, and they didn't care about retreating. They just gave up resistance and fled frantically into the distance.

The melodious sword chant sounded.

The sword light in Tianjianmen converged, and five people appeared, the leader with white beard and hair, looking down, with a sad face, Hong Feibai stopped, clenched the broken sword, his body trembled uncontrollably.

From time to time, there is sword energy, the sky and the earth are white as snow, and the white-haired man holds the sword, and the sword robe is stained with blood.

With arrogance soaring to the sky, he flicked his sword and made this song.

Hong Hui laughed loudly and said:
"Everyone in the world says that the Heavenly Sword is exhausted."

"I will use this sword today to save my life for ten years for my Heavenly Sword!"

One life, one sword.

This sword has not been drawn out of its sheath for 23 years.

A slight tremor in the wrist.

As a swordsman, he should be below and overcome above.

Then there was the sound of fierce sword howling soaring into the sky, dissipating the light of the sky and the sea of ​​clouds...

PS: Already collapsed (_)
It started from Yuanda’s notice a few days ago, and has been revised until now. I am exhausted physically and mentally.

Tomorrow's update, everyone, may I be alive...

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