How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Even the breeze that passed by from time to time seemed to calm down.The fragrance in the sea of ​​flowers was so thick that it was almost suffocating, Xun Li slowly stood up straight in the corridor, still with a low sneer——

"Blue comes from blue, but it is better than blue. Ice water makes it, but it is colder than water."

When he laughed, those eyes were clearly staring at Feng Heming.

"Heming... You really are worthy of being my son."

Xingheying felt that if he changed himself, he would have to pooh and then stamp his feet three times, what a face he would have to say about father and son at this time.Is Feng Heming different from him? He laughed when he heard this, and nodded slightly in agreement:

"Isn't it true that like father, like son?"

As he said, the dagger in his hand held a sword flower, and the tip of the sword was facing Xunli, as if inviting a fight.At this point, there is nothing to say. When Xun Li came out with his palms out, Xing He Ying's figure had already passed by in the sea of ​​flowers, turning around like a ghost.However, Feng Heming took a wrong step back and stood at the farthest point, also giving way to Jian Qianshan's sword path.The Dao Xin Gui Ya sword carried a calm and clear light, and when he lifted the sword in his hand, he stabbed out with a sword.Xun Li moved sideways, stretched out his right palm and sliced ​​towards the side of Jian Qianshan's neck.

The knife cut by this palm seems to be soft and weak, just like a gentle wind blowing willow spring back to the earth; however, the internal force is majestic, but it is restrained and murderous.One side of Jian Qianshan's figure led his palm to chase, the sword light flashed, Xinghe Ying pierced through the air, and stabbed Xun Lidang's empty door in the chest.

"Be careful! He knows how to use left-handed sword!" Feng Heming said suddenly, just at this time Xunli's left hand brushed against his waist, and a waist-wrapped soft sword suddenly shook out crisply, like a silver snake hunting a rabbit, like lightning in the sky, It is rushing towards Xingheying's throat!

With one palm and one sword, Xun Li is focusing on two purposes and splitting the two.Jian Qianshan didn't dare to underestimate the enemy and accept his move carelessly, and when his figure let the sword go, he was being slashed on the sword by Xun Li's palm.This trick is exactly the "Songtao into the willow" of Zheliu Mountain Villa's three-way Zheliu hand.Dao Xin Gui Ya's blunt sword had no edge, and when Xun Li's palm came up, it was a surge of powerful true energy against the trend to hit Jian Qianshan who was holding the sword, shaking him back five steps in a row.

The internal force of that palm is even stronger than that of the return journey.A gust of true energy crashed into his meridians, this true energy didn't penetrate deeply into the body, but its circulation was completely opposite to Ling Xu's sword art, which immediately disturbed his true energy.Although Jian Qianshan stabilized his figure, his lips suddenly turned red.

On the other side, the Xun Liruan sword was shaken out, but it implied cunning. After being thrown out, it was finely connected into a light sword with cold light and cold light, facing Xingheying's Huoyue Liuyun sword.Relying on the sharpness of the sword, Xingheying did not retreat but advanced to fight him with a sword, and Xunli raised his sword to fight.The color of blood suddenly appeared in Xingheying's eyes, it was the extreme luck of the counter-fate mentality.At this moment, there is only killing intent in his eyes.

The momentum of the sword suddenly rises, and the waves are like a great river going eastward, and it is like a thousand hectares of clouds pouring down to mess with Qiong and broken jade.Xingheying's blood-red eyes stared at Xunli, and the sword was stronger with each move.Taking offense as defense, he can only kill but never retreat, and his moves carry a calm chill.As the sword edge passed, there seemed to be flying frost rustling.

——Flying Snow Kuangsong Thirty Swords!

When the two swords were killing each other, Jian Qianshan also relieved the discomfort caused by the surge of true energy.Pulling the sword forward to cooperate with Xingheying's offensive, every move is as tight as one move.Of course he has seen Feixue Kuangge Thirty Swords before. The two of them fought against Daxi Miji back in Snow Wolf Fort, it was a collaboration.However, Xunli's martial arts is a fusion of rebellious mind and Lingxu sword art. It seems that after many years, the martial arts of the Immortal Dao have finally met at their peak.

However, it is not just the opposite of these two people.

The third cold wind came from behind.

When the thin edge of the white gauze bamboo hat moved slightly, one knew there were hands and feet behind it.The silver snake sword in Xunli's hand suddenly turned into a soft sword, wrapped around the two swords, and turned sideways three times to break the willow hand. It was like spring breeze blowing on the face, but it was not for breaking willows, but to break Feng Heming's sword-holding hand!

But it was bloody, staining the short sword that was no wider than two fingers and no longer than an arm long.Feng Heming slashed down with his sword, but he didn't stop, he turned into a counter-raised sword move, and with his sword, he lifted Xunli's hat.

It was like a cockroach in the dark seeing the sunlight for the first time, the soft sword in Xunli's hand suddenly exploded with inner strength, forcing Jian Qianshan and Xingheying back, and stabbing Feng Heming's heart.The so-called one inch long and one inch strong, the short sword in Feng Heming's hand is naturally not as good as the three-foot soft sword.Seeing the sword's edge attacking him, he flitted forward and retreated, causing the sea of ​​flowers to scatter, and the petals and blood drops all fell together. In the flowers all over the sky, Xun Li's face was even more ferocious——

Half of it can still be seen that it used to be as handsome as jade, with white and tender skin just like a young girl;

The other half rotted layer by layer, just like the rotten leaves of a tree in the deep forest that has not been seen for a hundred years.

And Feng Heming must have inherited his upright and elegant appearance, but at this time of life and death, he still had a smile on his lips.

When the tip of the sword was close to the throat, the cold light in his eyes suddenly became stronger.No one can describe his sudden attack at this time, whether it is lightning or flint, or it is just a flash of light, but the light of the sword flows, and the other person passes by Xun Li's side, but the dagger pierces the opponent's chest.

It was just a blink of an eye, but it seems like ten years have passed.

Everything was in silence, Xun Li was still standing there, until Feng Heming suddenly spoke, with a light and slow smile, but also with a gloomy ferocity——

"Father, father and son in this life... you can only die by my hands."

The petals aroused by the sword energy and lightness kung fu fell to the ground one after another at this time.It also happened that there was a gust of wind, which made the sea of ​​flowers all over the ground messy.

Jian Qianshan suddenly had a wonderful idea, maybe the poisonous flowers in this place were originally white flowers, but they were stained with too much blood, so they became red and white with mottled color.

But these are meaningless.

The culprit fell into the sea of ​​flowers he cultivated.

Xingheying was originally silent, until this time, with the sword in his arms, he suddenly seemed to be talking to himself:

"It turns out that when the grievances and enmities are broken... it's actually light."

Enmity and grievances are resolved... the dust is gone.Jian Qianshan suddenly had countless regrets in his heart, but there was nothing.Feng Heming stared at the half-rotted face, seemingly in a daze for a moment, then turned his head, looked at Jian Qianshan, and smiled wryly:

"Brother, the legacy of the "Code of Longevity" is so poisonous, let it end in our generation."

Xingheying narrowed his eyes slightly to look at him, but Jian Qianshan was also silent."Long Ye", who had been watching from the sidelines, just smiled lowly, said to take Chang Ye away, and quickly left the troubled place.

"What's wrong?" Feng Heming looked at the two of them with doubts, Jian Qianshan finally spoke, his snow-white hair fluttered a few strands in the wind, and when he was flying, he looked more like a fairy in the heavenly palace:

"Second Junior Brother, if you have anything else you want to say, finish it together."

Feng Heming stared at him for a moment, and then he was a criminal accusation:

"Senior brother, I was kind enough to raise me in Jianmen, and I should have repaid this kindness by forming a grass title ring. But my father died, and I regretted it a lot. I don't want to set foot in the martial arts since then. I have ambushed Leihuobo under the villa. After you leave , I will destroy the villa. But please brother remove my name, from now on the mountains and rivers will be far away, let me fend for myself."

"..." Jian Qianshan looked at him deeply for a long time, finally nodded, turned around with his sword in hand, "Okay.

"This time, I will tell my colleagues in the righteous way. The chief evil sword sect rebel Xunli has been eliminated, and his son Feng Heming has been under his control for many years, and now he is disheartened. to dust."

Feng Heming watched the figure leave for a long time, but someone blocked his sight.