Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　The next moment, an extremely dazzling sword intent bloomed in the backyard.

　　Before even the screams appeared, a large amount of rich blood splattered in the rainy night.

　　But at this moment, an unheard of powerful aura suddenly rose.

　　Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed brightly, he looked towards the backyard, and said, "It's the great master..."

　　This breath is very mellow and huge, and it is clearly different from Lin Yuantu, who was initially promoted to the Dao Profound Realm.

　　After feeling it carefully, the worried look on Feng Qingyang's face became more intense.

　　These raiders were too well prepared tonight, and seemed to have taken everything into consideration.

　　Boom!

　　Suddenly, the house collapsed.

　　A violent and majestic infuriating storm swept out, clearing all the continuous rainwater around.

　　Many people with weak cultivation around the body were directly knocked out in this fluctuation.

　　sizzle...

　　A harsh screeching sound came from the ear.

　　Lin Yuantu was half-squatting on the ground, the long sword in his hand pierced deeply under the blue brick, and his body couldn't stop retreating, creating a slender crack on the ground.

　　He raised his head, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

　　It seemed that he had lost the upper hand in the confrontation just now.

　　pat!

　　In the dark night, a figure wrapped in a dark robe slowly walked out. .

Chapter 35

　　This person's footsteps were silent, and his body was surrounded by extremely rich True Essence.

　　The surrounding rain was difficult to approach, and it was steamed away.

　　Its body is tall, straight and slender, and its appearance is shrunk in a huge hood, and it is impossible to see the clues.

　　"Who are you?" Lin Yuantu coughed lightly, stood up and pointed at the tip of his sword, his eyes full of fear.

　　"The one who killed you!"

　　The voice was extremely hoarse, clearly disguised.

　　But he could still hear the murderous intent and viciousness in those words.

　　pat!

　　He took a step slowly, and his figure suddenly turned into a series of phantoms and disappeared in place.

　　The next moment, he was already close to Lin Yuantu.

　　So fast!

　　Lin Yuantu's pupils shrank, and he suddenly blocked the sword in front of him.

　　boom!

　　A fist protruded from the large black robe and slammed heavily on the sword.

　　The huge force made Lin Yuantu's arm shake, and his fist slammed against the sword's body on his chest, and the inner strength suddenly burst out.

　　Lin Yuantu's face turned pale, and his entire body retreated again and again, almost falling.

　　Then he forced himself to stabilize his body and clenched his sword to meet him face to face.

　　hum!

　　The sword light suddenly rose, and the cold light shot out.

　　One after another sword intent swept away in an airtight manner, indistinct like clouds and mists in the mountains, as fierce as three thousand flying streams, and the broken mountains shattered into the air!

　　Lin Yuantu's sword, even the Kongjian god monk who is not bad and has a great body can't be hard-wired.

　　Although the man in black was strong, he had to retreat.

　　His figure was like a ghost, and he raised his fingers from time to time, infused with internal energy, and sprayed out a cold finger force, trying to break through Lin Yuantu's defense with a distant attack.

　　However, Lin Yuantu's sword intent was complete and airtight, so that he couldn't find a way to crack it for a while.

　　But...it's only temporary!

　　It is impossible for Lin Yuantu to maintain a strong attack in a full state at all times. Once the breath is a little weaker, it is easy for the opponent to find an opportunity and kill him with one blow.

　　Feng Qingyang naturally saw the situation on the field and said to Zhu Hao, "Ninth Prince, I'll go help him!"

　　When the words fell, the whole person jumped up.

　　The aura of the Grandmaster level condensed at one point, drew his sword in vain, and tapped the void.

　　Swish!

　　An invisible sword intent burst out suddenly, heading straight for the man in black robe.

　　The black-robed man suddenly stopped, raised his head, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

　　The footsteps did not dare to stop, but twisted and turned strangely, avoiding the sword dangerously and dangerously.

　　"Actually... there is also a great master!"

　　There was surprise in his hoarse voice.

　　Hearing it in Lin Yuantu and Feng Qingyang's ears, it was very strange.

　　The person in front of him seemed to be just a little surprised by the sudden appearance, but not the slightest panic.

　　It seems that all this in front of him has not caused him to retreat.

　　The next moment, they knew the answer.

　　Zheng!

　　The night sky suddenly froze, and then there was an incomparably crisp sound of sword chirping.

　　The surrounding world is getting darker and darker, but it is a tall and burly figure, who does not know when to stand on the highest point.

　　Unlike the others, there was nothing covering his face.

　　His face was grayish-white, quite strange.

　　His eyebrows slanted and his temples flew, and his eyes were full of arrogance and arrogance.

　　The underjaw beard is sparse and dances with the wind.

　　It looks very proud, but it is also a bit unrestrained; it is three-point serious, but seven-point unruly!

　　He was dressed in black, with a long sword in black scabbard on his back.

　　The sword was not sheathed, but there was a clanking sound of the sword, resounding through the night sky.

　　Just standing like that can bring unimaginable pressure to everyone!

　　"This is..." Feng Qingyang looked at the man's dress, and long memories emerged in his mind, and said somewhat uncertainly: "Songyang Iron Sword?"

　　As soon as these words came out, Lin Yuantu's expression changed dramatically.

　　"Heh... I didn't expect that there would be people in this river and lake who still remember this name, it's really strange!" The man chuckled lightly.

　　"Songyang Iron Sword Guo Songyang, a generation of masters who traversed the arena two hundred years ago, is also the most outstanding person in the Songshan faction in the past few hundred years...and the only one who can do it!" Feng Qingyang sighed softly.

　　Obviously this person brought him a lot of pressure.

　　When Guo Songyang became famous, he was just a young boy learning martial arts.

　　"The descendants of my Songshan faction, no matter how incompetent, will never be able to deal with outsiders..." Guo Songyang's voice became colder, but with a bit of laziness: "Now that they are dead, I will always ask for something for them. justice!"

　　"The Songshan faction committed a rebellion, intending to kill the officials of the imperial court, and it was the king's favor without implicated in the nine clans... but you came here to seek justice?"

　　Suddenly, an extremely young laugh sounded.

　　Guo Songyang frowned, his eyes fell, and he said, "You are the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty? He was born with beautiful eyes, but unfortunately he was short-lived!"

　　"Since ancient times, the rivers and lakes have been involved in the rivers and lakes. If the court wants to intervene, it must be prepared to be chopped off!"

　　"I don't know what method you used to recruit the two great masters to be your thugs, but soon you will know... In the face of absolute strength, everything else is false!"

　　The words fell, and the palms opened slightly.

　　The iron sword carried behind him automatically unsheathed, turned a sword flower in the air, and then landed firmly in his hand.

　　Suddenly the wind blows, and someone follows the wind.

　　Feng Qingyang's pupils were tightly locked, and he didn't dare to be careless. He directly displayed his strongest unique skill, the Nine Swords of Dugu, and shuttled back and forth in the courtyard, leaving behind a series of sword shadows.

　　Cang clang!

　　The sound of the two swords fighting became more and more frequent, and gradually became one, and it was difficult to hear how many moves were fought.

　　Lin Yuantu and the man in black robe also fought against each other again, their true essence shot out, and the place they passed was a mess.

　　……

　　At this moment, on a roof not far from Fuwei Escort in Fuzhou City.

　　A man and a woman stand side by side.

　　The woman has long hair reaching her waist, a slender body and a delicate face.

　　But those eyes were icy cold.

　　Ordinary people just look at each other, as if they are about to fall into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

　　It must be the murderer who has this kind of momentum.

　　Its ten fingers are slender and extremely beautiful.

　　The nails are frighteningly long, and they seem to be kept on purpose.

　　She stood on the steep roof, her body was very stable, and her eyes were looking into the distance.