Immortal Sword Master

"The mind is as firm as one, abandoning all distractions, just to survive, just a trail.

Only if you don't survive, can you live, and it is the right way to live afterwards.

The heavens are restored, and finally there is a vitality. Just like Guyin is not born, Guyang does not grow a truth. The same is true of life and death. The man with the surname Fang didn't move his lips. He was talking clearly, but his voice went directly into Lin Xin's ears.

Lin Xin's mind was calm, knowing that he met an expert. The other side can't perceive it for him, obviously he has super strong hiding ability, or he is far beyond himself.

"Is life and death like yin and yang?" He thought about it, which was a new perspective. "So any dead end will have a glimmer of life. Is that true ...?" He also passed on.

"exactly."

The man named Fang laughed.

"You can only reach full potential if you put it to death, otherwise you have a line in your heart and you can't go all out. It's the same perseverance in the threat of life and death."

"So what is air transport?" Lin Xin asked again.

"As soon as Qi Yun said, nothingness, but I felt a little subtle." The other party sipped.

"Luck is destined, it's fatal, it's an arrangement that can't get rid of it. It's countless kinds of power, big or small, strong or weak, holding you back.

So for me, luck is the general trend. If you follow the trend, you can do more with less. If there is divine help. In this way, isn't that luck among the population? "

"Being against the trend, being obstructed everywhere, difficult and abnormal, doing more with less, is this a drop in luck?" Lin Xin followed his words. "Where is the last resort?"

"You have to go up the river, what should you do?" The man grinned, and didn't answer directly.

"Leap. Leverage. Leap is a break, balance is leverage." Lin Xin thought about it. Back.

"Well said. That's it!" The man laughed. "Brother, you have a unique mind. What you want is nothing more than a way to simplify things."

"Brother absurd." Lin Xinton realized.

The man was already drunk on the table. There was a muffled noise.

When Lin Xin looked over, this guy was already snoring. Not sleeping well.

After thinking about it, he still shook his head and raised his hand.

"Secondary, checkout!"

In the evening breeze, Lin Xindan took the Mr. Jiaoshu with his hand and walked around the street. He quickly found a small inn and threw it in. I paid for one night. Then he looked at the sky again, and followed him to the other room.

It is too late, and it is estimated that the island will also be martialized. The ships are not allowed to land at night. It is very troublesome to check. It is better to stay outside for one night.

The night was dark, the moon was only the size of a fingernail, and a little white veil was sprinkled.

Lin Xin sat alone under the window and looked out of the window. The street was empty at night. Only the lanterns hanging on the corner eaves were shaken by the wind and it was cold.

The wind kept rolling up the leaves and other debris on the ground, and rolled on the ground. Hissing friction sound. The contrast is even quieter.

At this time, perhaps because of drinking, Lin Xin felt that his head was abnormally awake and had no sleepiness. Recalling what the man with the surname Fang said during the day, there was a vague sense of unawareness walking around, as if there were many things that had not been figured out before.

Jingle Bell...

Jingle Bell....

Sitting on the hair dryer, suddenly a small bell rang from the street.

Lin Xin looked down from the second-floor window, and saw the distant street looming from the fog in the night, walking out to a pedestrian.

A row of white long coats. Man carrying a white coffin. The sound of bells burst from them.

Lin Xin frowned at the pedestrian, his eyes closed. Even without looking at the road in front, he could carry the coffin forward without error.

He glanced around and landed on a white man in a long-sleeved high hat walking in the last direction.

Unexpectedly, they just touched each other. The man raised his head sharply and looked at him.

Lin Xin froze.

‘So strong! ‘Knowing that I ’ve met a master, he quickly shied away.

He has been in Zhongfu for so long and he is the key to understanding it.

Here are stronger first-class rivers and lakes. Instead of looking at Taoism, they look at magical skills and martial arts. This is the great millstone for the battle of slaughter. If you can stand out from this experience, your magic skills will definitely reach a terrible level.

As for the method that can increase the number of people, it is not valued here and killed countlessly. If you do not have the ability to save your life, even in such troubled times, you ca n’t even live a normal life, let alone extended life.

Therefore, what everyone here is after is the ultimate combat.

At that moment, looking at the man's eyes, Lin Xin sharply retracted his head, avoiding the other's eyes.

Ringing bells and winds, they stopped at the inn.

Alas.

As the coffin fell, it smashed a layer of fine dust and splashed around.

"Do the people inside come out on their own, or do the doorkeepers come in personally, please?"

A soft and secret voice came out of the coffin and floated straight into the inn.

Suddenly, the inn in the inn fell asleep, and all of them rolled their eyes, even the vigil's Xiao Er turned his eyes white, and then fell to the ground.

A drowsy feeling like drunk, but like a hypnotic powder, also hit Lin Xin's heart.

He twitched his aura and swept through everything in his body, but found nothing. Suddenly he was stunned.

If someone is using such sonic effects in his battle, his strength will definitely drop by 20% to 30%. These magic abilities are indeed terrible.

"Nine Wounds forever? These gods have come to such an extent that you can be regarded as the one with no ancient history in your school. Why come to this muddy water?"

Suddenly a calm male voice came out slowly from the inn.

Lin Xin's heart trembled slightly. He heard the teacher who had just had a drink with him.

He poked gently through the window with a little finger and looked out.

I saw that the inn came out of the middle-aged surname side, stood with his hands up and down, and confronted strange people such as carrying a coffin opposite.

"The ninth coffin master Nangong Chengji. I am ordered by the Confederate Emperor Huang, whoever can intercept you halfway will be given a copy of his personal letter *."

The coffin snapped a few times, and all the nails at the edges popped out.

The lid floated up. Floating to one side and falling.

Standing inside, a thin, green man with green eyes floated.

"It turned out to be the Nine Coffin Door. Who is my Taoist? You can practice this kind of magic to such an extent. But your Nine Coffin Door is not in a place in the southwest gap. Run here to get involved in the storm, not afraid ..."

"Huang Mengzhu has kindness to me. After receiving the Mengzhu command, the host came here thousands of miles, not to listen to your nonsense."

The skinny man's brows suddenly ignited a faint green flame, the size of a walnut, among which there were faintly smashing fragments of unknown things.

"Well, let me teach you the power of dominating the southwest for the centuries that dominated the southwest for hundreds of years!"

The man named Fang was too lazy to talk nonsense. He pressed one hand behind his waist, and there was no idea when a broad-edged sword would be added.

"follow me!"

The nine coffin men rose into the sky. Far away, the man with the surname Fang followed closely behind.

People on both sides soon disappeared into the night sky.

Lin Xin felt the drowsiness slowly dissipating.

"Awesome magic ... Is it ever so bad?"

At this time, if he did not know that the man with the surname Fang was a peerless master, his years of experience would be foolish.

Reminiscent of the Black Wolf Gang a while ago, they fought a battle on the water near Kunlin's Sword School. The recent Zhongfu seems to be stirred up by a peerless blade called the sword of life and death.

Peerless overlord Huang Yuerong, achieved the unprecedented peak of Redridge Gate, unified the demon path, and began to stretch his hand to the right path. Tianyun Road is relatively weaker.

He also heard these days that there are five strongest masters in the world in the entire government. Because they once slaughtered in an iceberg named Yin in the outer region, they are collectively known as the five major cathodes.

But among these five. None of them were swordsmen.

Even Tian Zundao, ranked fifth in Lin Zun, is also famous for his battlefield run, and is famous for his defense.

Kendo is weak. Maybe there are top swordsmen, but the strongest is swordsman after all.

Whether it is Huang Yuerong, the peerless overlord of Redridge Gate, or Yuan Qiuque, who broke through, he uses a knife.

The former is hailed as the world's number one master, and the latter is ranked second.

"Kendo is weak, Kendo is weak ..." Lin Xin repeated, and he did not expect Zhongfu to be in such a situation.

At this moment, he remembered the direction of the nine coffin doors and the man with the surname Fang leaving, and he groaned. After all, get dressed and jump out of the window. The figure was slightly on the eaves.

Huh!

The blur disappeared at a glance.

The autumn wind was cold and bleak.

When Lin Xin arrived, a wasteland outside the town was already full of dead bodies.

The man with the surname Fang stood alone in the open space and slowly retracted the knife.

The surrounding ground seemed to be raged by a typhoon. There is mess everywhere, no matter if it's stone, dirt, or something else, looking up, you can't see anything larger than a fist.

The coffin was too rotten, and it was completely broken into pieces.

"You here?" The man with the surname Fang turned back and smiled at Lin Xin. He raised the wide-bladed knife on his hand.

"Are you interested?"

"What do you mean?"

For a while, Lin Xin didn't understand his mind.

The other party didn't speak for a while ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ just walked to a corpse, picked the tip of the knife, and suddenly a thin pamphlet made of silk fell into his hand.

"It doesn't seem that you are often involved in rivers and lakes, this is for you."

He raised his hand a dozen times, and the booklet flew straight, and immediately reached Lin Xin, then suddenly absent strength, slowly falling down, and falling into his hands.

The above clearly written in the Chinese language, "Eternal Sleep Nine Injuries" four words.

"Xian brother, you and I know each other without knowing one another. Maybe there will be a disaster afterwards, so I will find you. This is compensation for you." The man named Fang calmly said, "When leaving, my brother will give you four word."

"Wear your ears and listen," Lin Xinzheng said. In fact, he could vaguely guess who the other party was.

"Haina rivers."

As soon as the words fell, others suddenly disappeared. It's not moving, not tricks, but there is only one illusion at all. (To be continued.)

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