Chapter 64 Mountains and Rivers Sword Intent (Tears for Recommendation Tickets and Collections)

Not only scolding, but also nine seven-veined secret martial artists came out of those carriages. There are two more people than what Yin Yang heard. Each looked gloomy, looking to the side of the river. Leading dozens of martial artists, they confronted those dozens of figures dressed as servants from afar.

The situation on the other side of the river bank is the same, the sword is on the verge of breaking out, as if it is about to explode.

Zong Shou secretly smiled, knowing that it was these businessmen, he felt that he had assembled a certain amount of strength, and was ready to start an attack.

In fact, those servants were not bad, but the most difficult one should be the one beside the waterfall.

This time, most of them want to humiliate themselves.

Sure enough, there was a commotion over there for a while, and the man next to the giant knife was tireless. A direct cold snort caused the entire air in a radius of several thousand feet to vibrate.

The huge knife rose into the air without warning, and was directly inserted into the ferry. A mighty mountain of thoughts, oppressed to both sides of the bank.

Ordinary people only know martial arts roughly, and don't feel anything. Those martial artists and the like were all trembling. As for the secret martial artists, their faces suddenly flushed, and suddenly they were extremely pale. Some of the weaker foundations even half-kneeled on the ground with panic in their eyes.

"Get out of here! I, Lao Lei, have traveled all over hundreds of mountains and rivers in Wufang Yunlu, and comprehended the sword intent. I just got a clue today, and I was interrupted by you! Maybe you don't want to live anymore?"

The sound was like thunder, setting off waves of sound. The owner of the giant knife seemed extremely annoyed. He suppressed himself and said, "No passage is allowed within ten days!"

Suddenly he waved his sleeve again, and suddenly more than a hundred beast crystals were scattered over: "No matter how much you lost, these beast crystals should be enough to make up for it. In short, it will be half a month before you come here!"

Those martial artist coachmen have long been silent. I already have a little idea of ​​what kind of person they provoked. To be able to make such a huge steel knife from the sky, if you are a spiritual master, you must have at least passed the night tour. And if it is a martial artist, then at least it is also a heavenly position.

Hearing the words at this moment, they all turned their heads and left as if they had received an amnesty. After a while, the hundreds of carriages turned around one after another. Bringing up countless smoke and dust, looking back and running.

Zong Shou also got a beast crystal thrown over, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Tier 2 water system. His eyes couldn't help flickering slightly, and he thought to himself that this person is generous. A second-grade beast crystal is worth ten thousand taels of silver. No matter how big the loss is, it can be compensated.

Looking at the expressions of those merchants, they were terrified, but also a little joyful, obviously they had gained a lot.

Zong Shou couldn't help secretly praising him, thinking that this person is not bad. It clearly has peerless force, but it can still be restrained and not abused.

The previous bad feelings disappeared without a trace. Occupying the ferry, no one is allowed to pass through, although it is a bit overbearing. However, instead of retaliating against those who spoke ill, they took out beast crystals to compensate everyone. This kind of character, no matter what, can't be called too bad.

Yin Yang was also driving the eighteen cloud-turning horses and started to turn around. About a hundred feet away, Chuxue asked curiously again: "My lord, what did that man say about comprehending the sword intent, is it similar to what you and Uncle Yin said about the sword intent? Could it be possible to comprehend it just by looking at the mountains and rivers?" ?”

"Almost! From the beginning of martial arts, you can have rhyme, and when the rhyme reaches its extreme, you can generate momentum. And the extreme of momentum is mind. Martial arts mind can be divided into sword intent, saber intent, and boxing intent. In fact, it is roughly the same. It's just that the weapons, fists and feet have different shapes and characteristics, so they are somewhat different from each other. In short, at this point, it is the superior martial arts. This person claims to have traveled hundreds of mountains and rivers, and his martial arts ideas are related to mountains and rivers."

Zong Shou didn't think too much, he explained casually, and then felt a little helpless: "We are so lucky that we can bump into a celestial figure in this place!"

But Chuxue's gaze brightened: "The witch said that the son is already psychic in the way of swordsmanship and has mastered three sword intents, but this person is still comprehending that sword intent, isn't he not as good as the young master?"

Zong Shou's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously wanting to cover Chuxue's mouth. Those who are strong in the heavenly position can listen to a distance of twenty miles even if they are in samadhi. This place is still within a thousand feet, how can I say these casually?

To Ling Yunzong, he is bullying. Forcing Zhao Yanran to retreat was something he had to do. Like this kind of strong man, at his current stage, it is better not to offend as much as possible.

But before he could make a move, there was a startled voice from the side of the river: "The way of the sword is psychic? Brother, please come over and explain!"

Zong Shou's brows were already knotted, and he sat on the roof of the car with a numb expression, pretending that he didn't hear.

But in the next moment, there was a majestic force, grabbing down here. Not only is this cloud-turning car, but it can no longer move. Zong Shou's whole body was also sucked up, and after a while, he came to the side of the waterfall and stood in front of the giant sword owner.

"My son!"

Yin Yang exclaimed, abandoned the cloud-turning car, and chased after him like lightning. A few breaths can span a thousand feet. After taking out the knife, the flame flashed and forced the servants away.

But before it got close, the ten-foot-long giant knife made a long cry of 'Zheng', and another tyrannical thought rushed towards it.

Yin Yang's figure was thrown into the air, and he retreated more than ten zhang before he stabilized his figure. With a knife on the ground, his complexion was ashen for a moment. Under the coercion of that thought, he struggled to hold on, and did not kneel down.

Zong Shou's eyes changed, but he didn't stop him. Looking carefully in front of him, he found that this person was actually very young. About twenty years old, with well-proportioned facial features, he should be extremely handsome, but he is unkempt, with a full beard like steel needles. With a strong figure, sharp eyes, and a domineering manner,

I don't know why, but he felt a sense of closeness for no reason, and he didn't know it was because of the 'meaning' in the knife.

The owner of the giant sword also looked Zong Shou up and down, and asked in a muffled voice: "Some people say that you are a psychic of swordsmanship? I don't know if it is Donglin Yunlu, which martial arts master said that?"

Zong Shou secretly had a headache, but he knew that what these top-level powerhouses hate most is being deceived. After pondering for a while, he replied bluntly: "A while ago, I met with Zhao Yanran from the Seven Spirit Sect."

"is her?"

The owner of the giant sword was slightly startled, and then regained his composure: "Although the girl's ability is still a bit weak, but her vision is not wrong. But you are only thirteen years old. You are a psychic in the way of swords. , who is proficient in three kinds of sword intent, is that girl crazy? Or are you a disciple of Lingwu Zun? No, now you are clearly only a martial artist, and you are a dual-vein body—"

Zong Shou smiled and said nothing, no matter what this person thinks, he is not offended anyway. But in the next moment, the owner of the giant knife suddenly shook his head again: "Forget it, even if she praises you so much, even if this statement is a bit exaggerated, you must have some skills in martial arts. My old Lei is just in need of someone now." Help me judge one or two."

While speaking, the owner of the giant knife suddenly swiped out with a palm. There was no sound, and two huge knife marks appeared on a boulder thirty feet away. Then he pointed to the giant mountain and the waterfall to the east and said, "What do you think of this mountain and this water? What about my saber intent?"

Zong Shou had already lamented more than a hundred times in his heart, but at this moment he didn't dare not to deal with it, so he managed to pull himself together and took a closer look. Then he shook his head: "This mountain is a mountain, and the mountain is like a mirror. This water is water, and the water is like a waterfall curtain. As for the saber intent, there are too many traces of chiseling and ax chiseling. Why do you need to ask me?"

The complexion of the owner of the giant knife immediately turned green.