In the Divine Sword Villa, the third young master Xie Xiaofeng has only lost to two people in his life!

One person is Murong Qiudi. He has failed countless times in this woman's hands, but there is absolutely no other person who has come more profoundly!

Because he was truly defeated by the second person, not a conspiracy, but pure martial arts!

This person is Yan Shisan!

The Thirteen Deadly Swords of the Past In the Past, it was already the number one killing sword in the martial arts world. It was extremely sharp and it was unsatisfied to kill all the world!

When Yan Shisan's hands, the Deathly Thirteen Swords had their own life, turning the previous Thirteen Swords into rhizomes, and the Fourteen Swords into branches and leaves, thus opening up the most dazzling and gorgeous flower, which was the Deathly Fifteen Sword!

This is no longer a sword technique that belongs to the mortal world. Once it comes out, it will only bring despair and destruction, and plunder all the vitality!

This is the Great Asura Sword!

Fang Ming naturally had great interest in the Shura Sword, which was almost on par with the Yue Nv's God Sword.

Now, in the sky and the earth, there is probably only Xie Xiaofeng who can truly know the essence of the Fifteenth Sword of Death.

"The Fifteenth Sword of Death?"

Jiazi Jiannu's face also changed: "Do you know?"

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "Of course I know that you have learned the sword that has been practicing for more than ten years and specialized in this killing sword. I think you have already obtained the essence of this sword!"

Jiazi said: "It's a pity that this sword has been broken!"

Fang Ming said: "You saw Ding Peng's magic sword? You think that this sword will not be able to block the magic sword's attack?"

A look of reverence appeared on Jiazi's face: "Young Master Ding and the old master have reached a state that we cannot understand, and can only be admired by the mountains!"

Fang Ming said: "So I was also surprised that this original sword of 'death' would never be defeated so easily, so I must see it!"

Jiazi said: "You have to see me?"

"It must be seen!"

Jiazi asked again: "It seems that if we don't use that sword, we will probably have to die!"

Fang Ming said: "Not bad!"

Butler Xie opened his mouth wide, wondering how things had come to this scene.

The four sword slaves have stepped forward in unison, holding swords in their hands.

Four long swords were erected in front of the chest, the tip of the sword stretched flat, lined up in a fan shape, slowly approaching forward, and suddenly formed a sword curtain without dead corners.

The wind seemed to stagnate at this moment.

Fang Ming was still several meters away from the four sword slaves at this time, but in the middle of this distance, there seemed to be two incomparable huge forces hitting each other. The empty few feet seemed to have tens of millions of sharp swords and tens of millions of sharp swords, controlled by tens of millions of invisible hands to fly and slash each other.

Even if a small soybean falls into it, it will be cut into tens of millions of pieces, becoming a fine powder that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

Butler Xie was already stunned.

His face turned pale, and he never thought that there was such a terrifying sword technique in the world.

But Fang Ming sighed: "Sure enough... you only got the 'form' of the fifteenth sword, but you didn't get its 'god'. More than ten years of hard practice are just a bunch of dross!"

At this time, the four sword slaves had tried their best, and beads of sweat were falling as big as beans, but Fang Ming could still talk about it. The difference could be seen even by the blind man.

Seeing this, Jiazi's lips burst out, but he still couldn't say a word.

Because every bit of his strength, even his spirit, has been poured into the sword in his hand, and he cannot draw a single point back, and he will be "dead" if he draws it!

"Four fools! This sword can only be used to kill you!"

Fang Ming suddenly withdrew his hands back.

It was a slash, and four swords fell to the ground at the same time, and the four sword slaves fell down at the same time, as if exhausted.

"Look at them!"

Fang Ming said four words, turned around and left immediately.

Because his goal has been achieved, the sword energy battle just now has attracted the arrival of another sword energy.

The sword energy of the ‘Sky Sword’!

The cliffs around the Divine Sword Villa are thousands of feet high, and they are soaked in the sky. They are slippery on the walls and cannot even climb over them. However, in front of Fang Ming, they are just a thoroughfare.

He walked up with his hands behind his back, his expression reaching an extreme coolness, but his toes firmly stuck to the smooth surface of the cliff, which turned out to be like walking on flat ground.

When he arrived at the top of the cliff, he saw Xie Xiaofeng in the clouds and mist!

The first impression Xie Xiaofeng gave Fang Ming was like a escapist. He had a pair of gray eyes, looking so tired and so tired of life. This was the eyes of an old man.

Xie Xiaofeng is indeed quite old.

But after looking closely, I realized that he was not old, because his hair was only a few white, just like his long beard, with no wrinkles on his face and very shiny and delicate skin.

His outline is really handsome, and he is indeed worthy of being a handsome man. No wonder he had so many romantic events when he was young.

For now, as long as he wants, he can still create a storm among women, a crazy storm.

The original Xie Xiaofeng looked like a shepherd, but now Fang Ming saw a light on him.

The light of the sword!

Although he was wearing a gray robe and was not conspicuous, he carried a sword!

The sword's scabbard is black. Although it is old, it is still preserved in full. The apricot yellow sword spikes have faded, while the ancient sword thighs are still glowing.

This is not a powerful weapon made by a famous master, nor an ancient sword, but it is an unparalleled famous sword in the world.

More than two hundred years ago, famous heroes from all over the world gathered in Huashan to talk about martial arts and swords. Xie Tian, ​​the first owner of the Divine Sword Villa, conquered the swordsman in the world with his unparalleled swordsmanship and was praised as the world's number one swordsman!

This sword was one of the four swords that Xie Tian used in Huashan and passed down. For more than two hundred years, only Xie Xiaofeng deserves this sword!

"I feel an unparalleled demon in you. If it continues to develop, it will inevitably be a catastrophe in the entire martial arts world!"

Xie Xiaofeng spoke, his voice was old, and it was not in line with his face: "But what puzzled me is that you can fully grasp this demonic nature. I have seen a young man who is about to get rid of the demonic nature before, and now I have seen a peerless true demon who is deeply entangled with the demon, but ease! Alas... God loves the devil's way so much!"

"The demonic nature is transcendent, and all things follow nature, follow the will of heaven and respond to fate, only human beings go against the will of heaven, heaven moves vigorously, and gentlemen strive for self-improvement! Therefore, the demonic way is also human beings!"

Fang Ming talked freely, just like a great monk and a Confucian celebrity who talked about mystery and Taoism. He was very elegant and elegant, but he was all romantic, but he could not feel the slightest demonic nature.

Seeing such a character, Xie Xiaofeng frowned even deeper.

"It's Xie Zhuangzhu...you have picked up the sword?"

Fang Ming looked at Xie Xiaofeng, and from him, he did feel the aura of the "Sky Sword"!

Xie Xiaofeng claimed to be the "Secret Sword House" in order to "let go" and "forget it", but after fighting with Ding Peng, he got rid of the shackles in his mind, as if a Buddhist practitioner had suddenly realized and entered a state of divine and enlightenment.

After forgetting the sword, I picked it up again. The sword is still a sword, I am still me, the sword is not a sword, I am not me!

This is the realm of "Sky Sword"!

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes, I have picked up the sword, but, young man, do you want to challenge me?"

He suddenly raised his hand.

His hands were originally placed in the cuffs, but now they stretched out, with only eight fingers.

It turned out that the thumbs on his left and right hands were broken!

For those who learn swordsmanship, this is even more cruel than a desperate punishment, because the hand that loses the thumb cannot hold the hilt of the sword.

If a swordsman loses his sword, it is equivalent to losing his life!

No one in the world can cut off Xie Xiaofeng's thumb except himself!

Xie Xiaofeng, who lost his thumb, may still beat 99% of the swordsmen in the world, but he will definitely not win Fang Ming, even if his realm is slightly higher than Fang Ming!

There is a realm of emptiness, but no power, everything is just a castle in the air, a mirror, a water and a moon!

Xie Xiaofeng continued: "Since the battle with Yan Shisan, I have never used a sword again..."

Fang Ming suddenly asked: "You know all the changes in the Death Thirteen Swords, and you have also seen Yan Shisan's last sword!"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "No, I've seen it!"

Fang Ming said: "So, if anyone in the world can reproduce the fifteenth change of the Thirteen Death Swords, that person must be you!"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "That's true!"

Fang Ming said: "But the sword slave you have cultivated seems like a joke!"

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were gloomy: "If you have a friend who had a poisonous snake that he had raised for many years suddenly turned into a poisonous dragon and swallowed him up. After seeing this scene, will you continue to raise poisonous snakes?"

Fang Mingshou: "So... what is Xie Xiaofeng imprisoned by the Fifteenth Sword? It's just a lie!"

“Not all…”

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly shook his head: "Although Jiazi and the others cannot use the real Fifteenth Sword of Death, the fourteen changes in front have been imprinted into their hearts without realizing it... Yan Shisan's sword technique finally has a successor!"

Fang Ming laughed: "They are indeed big fools. They think that the fifteenth sword he had practiced for ten years is actually just the fourteen changes in the previous ones!"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "You know this, do you still want to duel with me now?"

Fang Mingning pointed: "Naturally! I not only want to see the fifteenth change of the Deadly Sword, but also want to see the famous Xie family magic sword!"

He was wearing a black robe at this time, and black symbolized sadness, ominousness, and death, and black also symbolized loneliness, pride, and nobility.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Fang Ming at this time, but seemed to think of Yan Shisan.

But at this time, Fang Ming had a more magical nature than Yan Shisan!

Two purple-red splendor rays suddenly poked out from Fang Ming's eyes, piercing into Xie Xiaofeng's heart like a sharp sword.

There is a thick fog on the cliff.
Chapter completed!