The swordsman of Jiuzhen County also knew what he had to do at this time.

As soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, he actually suppressed the many painful sensations coming from the sea of qi and meridians in his perception with the sharp pain on the tip of his tongue, and he didn't care how many disadvantages this would have for his future cultivation, for a cultivator like him, every pass in his life needed to be fought with his life.

He first wanted to win the flying sword fetus he wanted, and then the next healing, the lost true yuan, and the aura needed for future cultivation were all to fight again and again.

At this moment, he forcibly controlled his small white sword, and without waiting for the young man's flying sword to fly back from the adjacent alleyway, his flying sword instead pursued the sword light and chased it in.

The attainment of the opponent's flying sword is far above him, and it is impossible for his flying sword to compete with it, intercepting the opponent's flying sword before it flies back to his side, even if it is still a staggered defeat, it is enough to give these swordsmen enough time.

This sword master of Jiuzhen County has already paid enough price.

When the bang.

A terrible thud sounded again in the streets outside.

The swordsman of Jiuzhen County sat down in the snow in a daze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

But his efforts have paid off.

The swordsman at the head had already reached the back of the young man.

The young man's body swayed slightly.

It was the first time that anyone in the alley had actually seen the young man's face.

Even the sword master of Jiuzhen County, when he was talking to this young man, this young man's face was mostly covered by the yellow paper umbrella he was holding, and in the midst of the turmoil, the snowflakes in front of the sword master of Jiuzhen County danced wildly, and the air was distorted, and he couldn't see the subtleties on this young man's face even more clearly.

But the swordsman had already bullied the young man at this time, and he finally really saw the young man's face.

Although the young man's face was fair, his skin was a little rough, as if it was caused by a long time of traveling, but what he couldn't imagine the most was that the young man's face had many low depressions, which looked like faint patterns.

These depressions seemed to be horrible scars at first, but the horrible scars were slowly removed by medicine, but the flesh was not yet fully filled.

This kind of trace is not obvious from a distance, but it gives a strong visual impact when viewed up close.

The young man had a soft face from a distance, and could even be described as handsome.

But looking at this kind of scar that is about to disappear when you look closely, it makes this young man feel extremely iron-blooded and strong.

In addition, this young man was still as calm as a mountain at this time, and this composure seemed to have become a temperament imprinted in his bones.

But at this time, he didn't think about it, the more he felt the danger of the other party, the faster and more determined the knife in his hand became.

Swish!

When the sword light was only a few feet away from the young man, it suddenly split into three parts, slashing the young man in three places.

But it was also at this moment that the young man moved.

His posture of turning around just now didn't seem fast, but when he made a mistake at this time, his figure was as fast as a ghost.

Poof.

The blood light on the waist of this Northern Wei cultivator burst out!

The Northern Wei cultivator's body slammed as if it had been hit by a brute bull, and then he howled in pain.

The three sword lights in his hand had dispersed, and the real long knife in his hand still wanted to slash at the young man's body, but the strength in his body had disappeared in an instant with the destruction of his internal organs and the sharp flow of blood.

His movements seemed extremely slow in the eyes of all cultivators at this time.

The long knife in his hand landed in the shadows behind the young man, and then slammed into the footprints behind the young man with a loud thud.

Three loud roars rang out at the same time in the miserable howl of this Northern Wei cultivator, and the three swordsmen who followed him immediately slashed at the young man like lightning.

The young man had a short sword in his hand.

The short sword was slightly longer than his flying sword, but it was only about two feet long.

He used this short sword to stab the Northern Wei cultivator closely.

At this time, these three swords attacked, but he did not use this short sword in the first place.

In his right hand, he still grasped the cracked pieces of bamboo.

He swung the pieces of bamboo as if he were swinging a sword.

The bamboo slices were instantly chopped by the light of the knife.

But two of the swordsmen had blood misting on their faces.

The faces of the two swordsmen were tattooed with broken pieces of bamboo, including their eyes.

The two swordsmen also howled in pain, and the long knives in their hands could not keep their composure and slashed towards the young man.

The other swordsman was unable to make a sound.

Because the tip of the short sword seemed to point at random, but it pierced his throat that he couldn't resist at all.

The cultivator of Jiuzhen County's brain was blank, and he was originally going to forcibly control the flying sword that he had nailed into the tip of the wall, but at this moment, he heard the sound of the flying sword breaking through the air.

In the afterglow of his eyes, he saw the other party's flying sword flying back against the roof.

"How is that possible!"

He howled in disbelief.

He would never be so distracted in the face of any flying sword that was stronger than him, and for a swordsman, the attainment of flying swords never ended.

But the key is that after the other party easily disintegrated the melee slashes of these swordsmen, he could still control this flying sword.

How can this be done?

And he was sure that this young man was not just young-looking, this young man was just a real young man, no more than twenty years old at most.

Since such a young man had spent a lot of time on the cultivation of the True Yuan and the Flying Sword, how could he have enough time to cultivate the close body technique and swordsmanship, and cultivate the True Yuan Coordination Method of this close combat?

He simply couldn't understand it.

His thoughts at this point did make a lot of sense.

Time is fair for practitioners.

There are so many hours in a day.

It is used to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to condense the true element, which may also be able to save time by refining the elixir, and some powerful people have amazing cultivation resources in their hands, and they can save a lot of time by condensing the true essence compared to ordinary cultivators.

However, the way of using the flying sword and the use of martial arts and true yuan are all fair, and no one can use them proficiently without practice.

But he overlooked one point.

Every practitioner has different talents.

For the same moves, even if some people have been taught by a famous teacher, they may not be able to use them skillfully and properly after practicing for a long time.

But some people are quick to use it.

These people are true geniuses.

The talent of these people is not even recognized by the Demon Sect, there are very few such people, but in every dynasty, there are always so few.

"Wang Pingyang. ”

In the black carriage, which had been turned white by the snow, the passengers in the carriage finally recognized the young man.

He was shocked.

Ni Yunshan, Wang Pingyang, and Li Moxiao are all such geniuses, but after Meishan, Nantianyuan completely lost the trace of Wang Pingyang, and from then to now, Wang Pingyang, a genius, has completely disappeared from the sight of everyone in the Southern Dynasty.

Everyone even thought that he was already dead in Meishan.

And yet he appeared now, and so strongly.