God-slaughtering King

Although this method of cultivation can be described as abnormal, it is undeniable that this method is very effective for Nanmen maple.

In just one year, Nanmen Maple has come and gone freely in the secret room.

According to the words of Nanmen Zhiqiu, Nanmen Maple at that time had reached the realm of integration with the knife.

The strange and cruel cultivation lasted for three years. Although Nanmen Feng didn't learn any Sabre skills in these three years, his understanding of sabre and his perception of killing intention have reached an extremely terrible state.

So the last kind of practice began.

Nanmen Zhiqiu listed the lives of 3000 people for Nanmen Feng. Their cultivation strength is different, but they are all great swordsmen.

Nanmenfeng's task is to defeat them one by one.

When Nanmen Maple defeats them, Nanmen maple is really out of the school.

Unfortunately, the cultivation of Nanmen Maple has not been completed, and Nanmen Zhiqiu has driven the crane to the West. The turbulent world makes Nanmen Maple have no time for cultivation.

At that time, nanmenfeng met Xiao Yunfei.

It can be said that nanmenfeng has achieved so far, and most of them rely on his own efforts.

If he didn't know the art of sabre, nanmenfeng created it himself.

If he doesn't know the array, Nanmen Feng steals it everywhere.

Until the birth of the unparalleled supreme!

Whether it is the body method of startling Hong or a nose knife, it is also obtained by Nanmen Maple through this way.

When he first came to this world, Nanmen Feng thought that according to his strength and soul power, he would deliberately make waves here.

However, as the enemy became stronger and stronger, Nanmen Feng understood that any world is extremely cruel. If you are not careful, even the gods will fall.

Nanmen Feng also had to put away his pride and perfectly integrate himself into the world.

Nanmen Maple meditated for three days and nights in front of the lotus pond. During this period, he didn't move once.

The dusty memory in my mind was again mobilized by Nanmen maple.

"It's decided, it's you!"

"Seven war Sabre technique!"

The maple in the South Gate suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were fleeting, a touch of cold light.

With strong soul power and the indomitable mind of Nanmen maple, he knew the four potentials in the knife and the way of the knife.

This "seven sorrows" was learned by Nanmen Feng in the hands of an infatuated swordsman in the world.

Although Nanmen Feng finally defeated him with unreasonable tricks, the terrible power of the seven war Sabre technique stayed in Nanmen Feng's heart for several years.

According to the cultivation of Nanmen Feng at the moment, it is the most perfect match with this seven war Sabre technique.

If you can practice this set of seven mourning sabres into a realm, you will greatly increase the combat power of Nanmen maple.

Qishang Sabre technique is not an ordinary Sabre technique. It was born by an infatuated scholar after losing his beloved. The move is powerful and makes the wind and cloud change color and ghosts cry and wolves howl

Every powerful move comes with a heavy price, and this knife technique is no exception.

Qishang Dao contains endless hatred and anger. It is very easy to lose yourself when used. It is more likely to fall into the abyss of hatred forever and lose memory and reason, that is, as the saying goes, go crazy.

After making up his mind, nanmenfeng went back to his room alone, prepared paper, pen, ink and inkstone, and drew the seven war knife technique in memory into a spectrum.

Just drawing these moves, Nanmen Maple felt the endless anger and sadness in the sabre technique. The dull meditation room gradually became depressed, and it seemed that a flame was burning from Nanmen maple.

Nanmen Maple began to have dry mouth, dull breathing and faster and faster heartbeat.

"Creak..."

The door was pushed, and a cool autumn wind blew in from the outside, which made Nanmen Maple wake up in an instant.

Summoned by the sword technique, the beast named anger also dormant again.

Duanmuqing dressed in white wins the snow. Under the red sun in the early morning, her delicate body presents a static beauty like a picture scroll.

Nanmen Feng rubbed his eyes. He couldn't help but be surprised at the danger of this seven war Sabre technique. At the same time, he felt a little lucky because Xiaoqing came at this time.

"What's the matter? Don't you go down the mountain today?"

Nanmen Maple quickly integrated the messy drawn knife spectrum on the desktop, and was unwilling to let it confuse his mind.

"I... I think..."

Duanmuqing's slender little finger gently pulled at the door frame, and her cheeks suddenly turned red, perhaps because of the sunshine in the early morning, or because she was about to say shy words.

Nanmen Feng didn't speak, and quietly watched duanmuqing.

After nanmenfeng waited patiently, duanmuqing finally summoned up the courage to "I want to... Leave for a while..."

Huh?

Hearing the speech, the maple eyebrows in the South Gate wrinkled in an instant.

"Why?"

Nanmen Feng felt empty in his heart and asked tentatively.

In the past year, Duan MuQing had never thought of leaving Nanmen Feng, and Nanmen Feng gradually got used to having such a little girl close to "family".

It is precisely because of her that nanmenfeng, a lonely and arrogant talent, will return to the temple on time every day.

At this time, she suddenly said that she would leave for a period of time. Nanmen Feng immediately felt as if she was going to lose some important items.

Seeing Nanmen Feng's eagerness, but he didn't dare to show it, duanmuqing's shyness suddenly became narrow-minded.

Duan MuQing thought, "this bad guy is really the same as sister Wen said. As soon as he heard that I was going to leave, he was in a hurry..."

Duanmuqing's face showed a proud smile of the winner, so he naturally put his hands behind his back and raised his head. "I want to leave, but naturally I have something important to do. You're a big man. Why do you ask so many questions?"

"This..."

Nanmen Feng was embarrassed and didn't know how to interface.

"When will you be back?"

Nanmen Feng asked again.

"Don't worry, it won't be long!"

Duanmuqing once again showed a bad smile and said, "hum, you bad guy, let's have a good experience without this girl!"

Then duanmuqing turned and went down the mountain.

Although Nanmen Feng noticed Xiaoqing's naughty bad intention and knew that her departure was inseparable from wenxiaoxiang in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he was still reluctant when duanmuqing left.

Seeing that Xiaoqing had left, nanmenfeng reluctantly patted his forehead, revealing a smile of self mockery.

"A lone wolf, when will it become impossible to leave?"

After self mockery, Nanmen Feng straightened his mind and wrote the seven war Sabre technique again.

There is no denying that qishang Sabre technique is a very complicated Sabre technique.

But it's tedious. It's just the knife technique, and the knife posture is only seven words.

Hate, resentment, anger, anger, pain, death, war

The short seven words, like a bead rope, run through the whole seven war Sabre technique. Only these seven words can give full play to the real power of the sabre technique.

After three days and three nights, Nanmen Maple finally wrote it. The strange and hateful knife technique kept dancing in Nanmen Maple's mind. On that day, mu ningshuang smiled at Mu Tian and was besieged to death.

Although Nanmen Feng knew that these were caused by the sword technique, he could not control his seven emotions and six desires.

"Roar!"

The maple in the South Gate burst into a roar, and the nameless knife suddenly appeared in his hand. Perhaps he felt his master's anger. There was an invisible air on the dark blade, which made the air in the room riot.

"Blood... Rain... Building..."

The South Gate Maple's eyes unconsciously became dark, and his body suddenly rushed out of the door with a deep-seated angry sound.

Shua... Shua

The sabre is as powerful as a dragon, rolling up thousands of winds and waves, flying sand and stones, and whirling in the dry south gate.

The open courtyard was suddenly dark, and countless romantic currents were intertwined. The whistling sound was like the roar of a beast, which made the listener tremble and timid.

Hoo Hoo

"Ah..."

Nanmen Maple's eyes are getting darker and darker, and his breath is getting more and more uncontrollable. The flame in his heart is almost breaking out. The feeling of rage makes Nanmen Maple's moves confused, and the violent slash and blow scattered, destroying everything all the way.

Boom

The old Buddhist temple was suddenly reduced to a pile of ruins under the crazy attack of Nanmen maple. With another wave of Nanmen Maple black knife, a dark gully appeared on the wet and soft ground, and the black smoke owl rose inside, which was extremely strange.

It has caused such a big impact, but Nanmen Feng still has no intention to stop. His eyes almost exude ink with the black knife, and his facial features become ferocious.

Although he has been overestimating the power of this seven war Sabre technique, it is obvious that he still underestimates it.

Dao Yi has penetrated into Nanmen Feng's mind. If his mental power can't restrain it, he will be completely possessed and become a puppet under the control of anger forever.

"Ah... Mi... Buddha..."

The sound like the golden bell in the sky was distant and close, and suddenly did not enter the mind of Nanmen maple. Nanmen Maple only felt like a basin of ice water pouring down from the top of his head. The biting coolness woke Nanmen Maple up for three minutes.

Dao Yi converged, but Nanmen Feng was still a little dull, like waking up from a deep sleep and didn't realize what had happened to him.

When... When

The huge monk du'e walked from the outside near the South Gate maple. Every time his huge black iron walking stick collided with the ground, it would make a sound like a big clock.

The bell again gathered into a line and passed into Nanmen Maple's mind.

The speed of maple sword dance in the South Gate gradually slows down with the sound of a bell, and the mind is gradually pulled back to reality.

With a puff, Nanmen Feng, who was conscious, felt like his strength and was forced out of his body by monk du'e.

As soon as his body was soft, he knelt down on one knee instantly. If he had not been supported by the nameless knife in his hand, he would have fallen to the ground at the moment.

At this time, nanmenfeng was out of breath and his brain was confused. When he thought of the scene just now, he suddenly had lingering palpitations.

At this time, monk du'e had come to the South Gate maple.

Two meters high, the huge body is covered with a linen monk's robe similar to the curtain. Although the black iron staff in his hand does not know the weight geometry, it can be seen from its heavy breath that its weight is definitely far more than 10000 Jin.

After three months, the old monster finally came back.

When monk du'e and left, there was more dust on his ancient black face. Even if a strange man like him left home for more than three months, he would look like an ordinary person with some haggard meaning.

Monk du'e watched Nanmen Maple quietly for a while. In just more than three months, the breath of Nanmen Maple has changed greatly. This change is enough to shock many people in the world, but it is extremely ordinary in monk du'e's eyes.