Nan Fengmian is completely wrapped by the Seven Star Sword Constellation, mountain ghosts, autumn water, divine fire, and Qi and blood, like a small boat swept by wind and waves in the river and sea.

Nan Fengmian raised his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​vitality in front of him, the blazing sword light, the sky-high energy and blood, and the huge mountain ghost that had completely condensed into substance.

There was still no fear on his face.

I saw him laughing loudly, and the ancient stars in the sky were reflecting and falling behind him.

His soul is looming, not tall, but there is domineering in his eyes, as if he is not afraid of all the evil in the world.

"The Seven-Star Sword Constellation wanted to kill me with the Seven-Star Sword, but now he wants to team up with the mountain ghost and unite everyone's efforts to defeat me?"

Nan Fengmian's spiritual thoughts flowed and exploded in the sky!

"The moon does not change its luster, nor does a broken sword change its strength. My sword spirit has not yet fully awakened. Even if there are a few more people who sacrifice my domineering sword spirit, what should I, Nan Fengmian, fear?"

Nan Fengmian was shocked and held the knife in his hand.

It's like a big roc rising out of the North Sea, or like the ancient stars falling together in the sky!

Nan Fengmian saw many strong men from the Qi Kingdom taking action together, but he was not frightened or angry, but instead had high fighting spirit.

The domineering sword is about to break through, and Nan Fengmian cuts it out with one strike!

The knight swung his sword into the sky!

A strong wind blew, then the storm suddenly stopped, and the dust gradually fell.

The white heads on the distant mountains have disappeared.

Many rocks fell down, and some forest areas were affected by magical powers and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

There are no clouds or fog within a hundred miles, because the clouds and fog are dispersed by the light of the sword and the light of the sword.

The vitality had dissipated silently.

Nan Fengmian still stood where he was.

Xing Gu Zhenren has been sheathed, his hands are constantly trembling, and his spirit is dim, as if he has been seriously injured.

But Nanfeng Mian left with the same expression as before the battle, with a smile on his face, his majestic body straight, and the light from the sky fell on him, making him extremely dazzling.

How many breaths have passed...

The silent world finally started to become noisy.

In the mountains, the mountain ghosts are crying.

There is no more autumn water in the sky, and there are no waves.

Six sixth-level monks have fallen into the mountains.

And the Seven-Star Sword Constellation had already lost an arm, and a stream of blood spurted out, dyeing half of his body red.

The cloak on the head of the Seven-Star Sword Seat has already been blown away by the strong wind.

He lowered his head as if to hide the expression on his face.

Nan Fengmian looked at the Seven-Star Sword Constellation, but the Seven-Star Sword Constellation did not dare to look back.

In this place of struggle, everything is damaged.

The only ones that are complete are the name Ma Zhaoye and the Seven-Star Sword.

The seven-star sword is suspended in the sky.

The seven gems that were originally crystal clear and shining with brilliance seemed to have lost their energy supply and turned pitch black.

"This horse named Zhao Ye is so handsome. Coupled with Lu Jing, who is as jade as a bone, the women in Taixuan Jing will never forget Lu Jing riding by."

"Riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building, you can't live up to my reputation as a sworn brother."

In Nanfeng Mian's soul, a mysterious sword spirit has fully awakened. At this moment, Nanfeng seems to be exhausted, but because of the existence of this sword spirit, a raging sword spirit is gathering.

While Nan Fengmian thought about Lu Jing riding Zhao Ye's famous horse, he concentrated his sword intent and prepared to make a cut.

But just at this moment, Qi Guoji came to the sword pavilion!

The Jixia Sword Pavilion actually stood in the middle of a rushing river, but the building remained standing, as if it could sweep away all the river water, but could not compete with the sword intent brewing within it.

In Jixia Jiange, a middle-aged man in black clothes was drinking tea.

But in the next moment, he seemed to sense something. He put down the tea cup in his hand, stretched out a finger, and gently drew towards the void.

"one."

A simple text appeared in the air, then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist in the sky opened, and stars appeared in the sky accompanied by streaks of thunder.

Those ancient stars, thunder and that "one" complement each other, and then disperse the brilliance.

Deeper than those ancient stars, there are actually seven more stars.

Ancient mountains, shining moon, tides, evening currents, green mist, dendrobium and jade!

It is the seven stars reflected by the Seven-Star Sword.

The word "one" disappeared, and the seven stars suddenly bloomed with a layer of shining brilliance.

Seven completely different but equally bright rays of light fell straight down and merged into the sky, turning into a ray of light invisible to the naked eye.

The light passed through the sky quietly, passed through the clouds and mist, and landed on the seven-star sword.

this moment……

Nan Fengmian was able to withstand the power of many strong men from Qi State, but had not yet regained his strength.

The strong men in Taixuan Capital are sighing that Nan Fengmian is also a genius unparalleled in the world.

Luo Shubai raised his eyes and looked at Nan Fengmian on the phantom. Immediately, the seven-foot jade tool on his waist suddenly trembled, making the Yuxing Island swordsman genius frown slightly.

Lu Jingzheng saluted the young man in black clothes.

And when time moved forward a little, Nan Fengmian had just appeared in the mountains.

The residence of the Chief Assistant of Taishu Pavilion on Qingyun Street.

Jiang Baishi was sitting in the hall, looking at the bullock cart driver in short clothes outside the east hall, who was feeding the white cattle.

The white cow was lying on the green bricks, eating grass and looking at the sky outside the chief minister's mansion.

Occasionally he shook his head and turned to look at Jiang Baishi.

"Moo..."

The man in short clothes seemed to understand what Bai Niu meant, and he also turned his head to look at Jiang Baishi.

The gray-haired Jiang Baishi still put his hands on his knees.

"Nan Fengmian is my most powerful person. He wants to inherit the Nanguo Duke's mansion. Even if he makes a mistake, we cannot let such a genius die."
Chapter completed!