Yunmeng Swamp, the capital of the country of ten thousand poisons, and the city of ten thousand poisons.

"Sister Ao Shuang, do you think Brother Yang Fan will really come?"

In the palace, heavily guarded, Liu Ruoxi was dressed in military uniform, looking at Ao Shuang, who was also wearing armor, with an expectant face.

These armors are not ordinary armor, but armor refined with poisonous fire, which can block the invasion of poisonous gas, and the defensive power has also reached the level of almost the top grade magic weapon, all of which are refined by the ancestor of the silkworm, which is very precious, and there are only ten bodies in the entire Ten Thousand Poison Country.

"It's going to be okay, as soon as he appears, he will definitely kill these demon soldiers and demon generals sent by the South China Sea Dragon Palace into scum and save us. ”

Ao Shuang said with a firm gaze.

Xuan Yuefeng was standing beside her, but at this moment, she didn't speak.

Red sleeves was also there, but she said: "If Yang Fan knows, I hope he doesn't appear, it's too dangerous here, by the way, last night, I have sent a message back to my father, if he comes, maybe, we will have a glimmer of life." ”

"You informed the Fox King?"

Ao Shuang couldn't help but be surprised: "Didn't you say that once you notify the fox king, the fox king will take you back, and then your stepmother, a few sisters, hate you to the core, even if the fox king tries his best to protect you, he will let you guard Qingqiu Mountain, and never leave Qingqiu Mountain for life, why do you still want to?"

"That's just my speculation, it's a joke, it can't be true, even if it's true, what, I'm guarding Qingqiu Mountain alone, but I can save the lives of all of us, isn't it?"

Red Sleeves smiled faintly, as if it didn't matter.

But in her heart, it was extremely painful, that day, she resolutely followed Yang Fan and others to leave the fox clan, so she swore a heavy oath that she would never go back, and even turned her face with her father. But now, he asked his father to save him, and if it weren't for the emergency, Red Sleeves would never do it.

But as she said, even if she is guarding Qingqiu Mountain alone, if she can save these friends and so many lives, what does it matter?

"It's a pity, I'm afraid I'll never see Yang Fan again. ”

Redsleeves sighed.

The crowd fell silent.

The sky is getting dark, and the demon soldiers and demon generals in the distance. Still motionless around here, as if waiting for something, but that calm aura is all over the hearts of every soldier of the Ten Thousand Poison Country, and in recent days, there have been many soldiers who have become deserters.

The silver hair of the Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor also lost a lot of it, and it became no longer vibrant.

This battle. The gap between the two sides is too big.

"National teacher, do we really have to defend to the death?"

In the main hall, there were only two people, Poison Jiao and Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor. They have been friends for many years, but at this moment, Poison Jiao couldn't help it anymore and asked.

The Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor shook his face. If it was someone else, he would definitely reprimand him, or even kill him directly. Treat a crime that shakes the morale of the army, but Poison Jiao, who is his right-hand man, is the general of the Ten Thousand Poison Country, the nominal number three person, plus the two have been friends for many years, Poison Jiao has always looked at his own horse, and the ancestor of the silkworm will naturally not attack him.

"If you don't stick to it, what can you do?"

The Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor sighed.

"If we hand over those people, do you say, will the Dragon King let us go?"

Poison Jiao's eyes moved and asked.

When the Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor heard this, his heart moved, but soon, he shook his head: "No, even if it will, in the future, if the lord of the country finds us, we will definitely die." ”

Hearing this, Poison Jiao nodded and stopped talking.

His previous words were not really anti-minded, but any living being, when he was in a desperate situation, would think that Bo Yibo might have some ideas and would be very selfish, but as long as he didn't do it, he could be forgiven.

"Lord of the country, I don't know where he is, if he can appear, no matter how strong the dragon king is, we can fight to the death!"

Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor, thinking secretly in his heart.

Just when the Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor, Red Sleeves and others were all thinking about Yang Fan, Yang Fan was still sitting in the white jade hall at this moment, comprehending 100,000 sword intent and 100,000 sword techniques.

With the comprehension of every sword intent and the clarity of every sword technique, the edge on Yang Fan's body became more and more powerful.

It seems that every sword intent will add a wisp of edge, a sword light.

Gradually, Yang Fan's whole body was like a sharp sword, which made people look at it at a glance, only to feel that the sword light was dazzling, and the edge was pressing, making people unable to look at it squarely and directly.

This seemed to be against the supreme sword path of the Northern Darkness Sword Ancestor, but Yang Fan knew that this was the most correct path.

It's not that the path of the Northern Immortal Ancestor's extreme sword is wrong, but for Yang Fan, taking the edge of all sword intent is his own sword way.

When 100,000 kinds of sword intent, 100,000 kinds of sword techniques, comprehended one by one, and understood one by one, Yang Fan's body naturally had 100,000 more sword lights and 100,000 kinds of edges.

Next, what he has to do is to melt, and melt these 100,000 kinds of edges and 100,000 sword lights into one, which is what Yang Fan thinks, the supreme sword way.

The same pure, the same edge.

It's just that the way forward is different, just like the same road, some people choose to walk, some people choose to run, some people get in a carriage, and some people want to fly.

Yang Fan is now the character who wants to fly.

Perhaps, on this road, his foundation is not as good as the Northern Hell Sword Ancestor on foot, but the progress is definitely the fastest one.

The reason why he made such a choice was not that Yang Fan didn't pay attention to the foundation, but that his foundation was not in the sword, but in the body, the supreme sword path was his skill, as long as the lethality was strong, it was enough.

As for whether it lasts, it is not in Yang Fan's consideration.

"One hundred thousand sword intents, blended into one!"

I don't know how long it has been, Yang Fan finally comprehended 100,000 kinds of sword intent and 100,000 kinds of sword techniques one by one, and he understood and made it clear.

So, naturally, he moved on to the next step.

Let 100,000 sword intent be blended into one.

This one, not to let them fuse, but to fuse their edges, take their commonalities, and refine the same pure supreme edge sword.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Fan's supreme sword dao, in essence, does not depart from the supreme sword path expounded in the supreme sword scripture of the Northern Darkness Sword Ancestor.

And as this blending progressed step by step, the sword light on Yang Fan's body dissipated little by little, but the edge became more and more prosperous and pure.

In the end, 100,000 wisps of sword light dissipated together, and what was left was just a wisp of incomparably condensed edge.

"Return the sword to the sheath!"

Yang Fan's heart moved, and the sword light that had originally dispersed suddenly returned, turning into sword intent runes, completely covering and covering up Yang Fan's sharp edge.

All over the body, there is no longer a sense of edge.

If there is a kendo master here, it will be unbelievable, because Yang Fan has stepped directly from the realm of the sharp edge realm Dacheng to the Tibetan Sheath Realm Dacheng in this way.

It's unbelievable. (To be continued......)