"Sword Spirit Great Immortal, Sword Spirit Great Immortal, come quickly!"

The young man put away his sword and held up his hands, looked at the remaining flying swords in front of him, and prayed devoutly.

At this moment, the flying sword in front of him suddenly sensed something, and there was a burst of chaos, ramming around, finally pausing in the air, whistling in one direction.

"Sword Spirit Great Immortal, don't leave! Acknowledge me, come back quickly, come back quickly..." The young man chased the flying swords flying in front of him with an anxious expression.

"Don't chase me! I don't want to practice swords, get out of here! I just don't practice swords! Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a figure floated rapidly in front of the boy's eyes, his eyes facing each other, and he was wearing a white dress. It was Tang Xian. When the boy was surprised, his pupils suddenly magnified. He saw that Tang Xian was densely chasing no less than two thousand flying swords. There were actually four hundred-foot sword lights behind him...

And the flying swords that he had just now were chasing inside, and the young man was dumbfounded and said in a panic: "Does so many flying swords actually recognize this Tang Xian? My God!"

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Suddenly, the boy found that the small sword in his pocket sounded a sword, and he was a little restless. He saw a few inches of sword flying out of the bag in an instant, turning into a normal size, faster, as fast as thunder and lightning. He instantly headed straight ahead and roared away.

"Ah! No! My flying sword! Dead Tang Xian! My thirty-seven little swords! Tang Xian, I want to kill you!"

Tang Xian couldn't care about the curse after the sound, and he ran around faster, but the flying swords around him would follow the large army and chase after him, as if he saw something extremely excited.

At first, he just wanted to lead the flying sword to others, but unexpectedly he attracted the flying sword to others. In half of the incense stick, not only were the flying swords chasing behind Tang Xian, but there were also several young men roaring and gritting their teeth and chasing them.

"Tang Xian, don't run away! Return me to fly sword! Return me to fly! Ahhhhh, I'm going to kill you!"

Chen Feng, who was not far from here, said to himself: "I, Chen Feng, have never seen any strong winds and waves. How could those young men compare with me? They can't kneel down and beg it or irritate it. They can only attract it."

After saying that, Chen Feng sat on the ground with great enthusiasm, singing in front of the sky, with a loud voice and emotion: "I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."

"I heard your voice and felt a special feeling that made me keep thinking about it and dare not forget you again..."

"No matter how far the road is, it will definitely be realized. I will say to you gently in your ear, to you!"

"I love you and love you, just like a mouse loves rice. No matter how many storms there are, I will still be with you."

"I miss you and think about you. No matter how hard it is, as long as it makes you happy, I am willing to love you like this."

While the old man Chen Feng was singing over and over again, the mountains were shaking between the sky and the earth, and flying swords fell from the sky with the sound of breaking through the air and roared. The number was more than 2,000. Under the old man's extremely surprised expression, the flying swords were happily rotating around Chen Feng.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than fifty flying swords, which turned into an inch of small sword and flew into Chen Feng's arms, and the number continued to increase. Chen Feng suddenly smiled and his eyes were relaxed, jumping around, and singing loudly with great excitement. "I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice, I miss you, I miss you..."

While Chen Feng was singing excitedly, a white figure suddenly stepped past his eyes. The figure said with a sincere look on his face: "Hey, Lao Chen, are you singing?"

"Yes, I'm destined to be. Why are you doing this?" Chen Feng looked at Tang Xian's back in surprise. He looked puzzled, then shook his head, ignored it, and continued to sing loudly: "It's like a mouse loves rice..."

"Tang Xian, are you stupid? You can get the recognition of the sword spirit when you run around!" Chen Feng asked strangely.

"It's so strange! The sword spirit is going crazy and is going to chase me! I'm leaving! Don't chase me later!" Tang Xian disappeared here after he said that.

"I'm sick! What's going on after you!" Chen Feng said contemptuously, and then he heard several roaring sounds behind him...

"Tang Xian, if you have sex, don't run away, I'm going to kill you! Ah, my flying sword, I'm going to kill you!"

When Chen Feng heard that his face was strange and was about to continue singing, he saw more than a dozen young men running over and chasing him in the direction where Tang Xian left.

"The world is getting worse and worse, but people's hearts are not old! Just forget about a young man's head is broken, these dozen young men are so fond of playing, wasting time. I'm sick! If I don't communicate well with the sword spirit, I'm still playing with you chasing each other. It's weird!" Chen Feng looked at him with a squint, shook his head, and sneered, mocking.

"I feel special, I love you like this..."

"Oh! Don't run the flying sword, I haven't finished singing yet. Huh? Why is my storage bag moving! Don't run the little sword! Ahhh! My flying sword! Tang Xian's son! It must be your fault. I'm going to kill you!"

Chen Feng looked at the few inches of swords in the storage bag and flew away in a panic. He was furious and furious. He suddenly reached into the storage bag with his right hand, took out a stick from the storage bag, and chased Tang Xian with the young men.

Alan held about twenty small swords in her hand, and suddenly saw Tang Xian running very close to him. She looked happy and was about to come forward to say hello when she heard Tang Xian shouting: "Alan, don't get close to me! Run!"

Alan obediently ran dozens of feet away, and then saw a scene that shocked her. Tang Xian was running ahead, while behind him was chasing more than 20 young men. Old man Chen Feng approached Tang Xian from time to time and knocked out a series of rolling shadows, which made the earth shake and the mountains and smoke fill.

The most shocking thing was that behind more than 20 young men, "The sound of flying swords breaking through the air came! Flying swords rushed to the front, roaring past and chasing behind. At this moment, the world was covered with flying swords, covering the sky and the sun, and the lineup was huge. There were more than 6,000! Looking around, there were more than 100 hundred-foot sword lights behind, and at a very long distance, there was a thousand-foot sword light that appeared faintly!

Looking down from a high altitude, with Tang Xian as the head and the sword light behind him as the tail, forming a large triangular sword-shaped shape. Just like this symbol "→"

It was like a broken bamboo, and the formation at this moment made people feel numb and shocking!

Alan looked at the scene tremblingly, stunned and said in surprise: "This...is this made by the big brother?"

Tang Xian in the venue sideways dodged Chen Feng's stick and turned around and shouted: "Hey~ Old Man Chen, you said you wouldn't chase me, but you are chasing me the most now, and the stick is more and more fierce than the stick."

"I didn't know that you, a kid, could use a trick to steal all my flying swords. Hurry back my flying swords, or I will kill you with one stick," Chen Feng said with a gritted teeth, and then swung another blow.

After Tang Xian raised his legs and dodged the stick, his speed was faster. He took a few steps and threw Chen Feng far away, and couldn't help but turn around and shouted: "Old man Chen, tell your flying sword yourself. They are now sure to chase me. Why did you ask me to return your flying sword? Don't you sing? Hurry up and communicate with Fei Jian..."

"Now the flying swords are chasing you, how do you ask me to communicate! Say! How do you ask me to communicate? Ahhhhhh! Tang Xian, you kid, take your life!" Chen Feng said and knocked it with another stick, "bang" splashing dust.

What makes Mu Yi different from Chen Feng is that when Mu Yi came here, he took out a sword and slowly danced.

"I started practicing swords at the age of seven. Although my sword skills have not been achieved well, at least I have a little insight. The sword skills in my heart are, as I am holding the sword, and then the sword is in my heart. Until the end, I am the sword!"

"Now it is: I'm holding a sword!"

Mu Yi closed his eyes and practiced sword techniques. The sound of swords came from the sky. Flying swords stopped in the air and stared for a while, roared, arranged the formation, and joined the drill team. Follow Mu Yi. Mu Yi held the sword and slashed to the left, and the flying sword resolutely slashed to the left. Mu Yi slashed to the right, and the flying sword also slashed to the right. This scene was like Mu Yi was teaching a group of people practicing swords. However, there was no "people" in the field, only the sword was slashing. "Ding Ding Ding"

It was as if Mu Yi was controlling these flying swords. Mu Yi rotated and slashed a sword forward, "Boom..." and the thousands of flying swords behind him were exactly the same, and also slashed a sword forward. "Boom..."

Mu Yi put away his sword style and pulled a sword flower. He danced the sword again, over and over again.

At this moment, there were no less than two thousand flying swords behind Mu Yi. After following Mu Yi twice, each flying sword turned into a few inches of small swords and fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

There were still more and more flying swords around, roaring towards him. Mu Yi didn't pick up the small sword. He never looked at it, as if he was unmoved, and he was immersed in the sword dancing.
Chapter completed!