When the three swords were out of the box, everyone had changed their colors. It was the first time that Zhang Feng's mansion had observed these three swords so close. He saw that the three swords were of different sizes. Although they were strange in shape, they were definitely magic weapons that could not kill people without blood.

Xiao Nongyue, who suddenly stood up, caught the green-eyed eagle black clothes a little unexpectedly. It should be noted that the original target of the two was just a black widow. A plague god came out on the way, and even the white clothes holding a silver spear could not help but stop the attack in their hands.

How could the Black Widow not tell that Xiao Nongyue was willing to help her? After all, if she was just a sword competition, she had opportunities. She didn't have to care about this moment. She was secretly happy and thought that what she had done before was really not in vain. Facing the blue-eyed eagle, although she was not afraid, the six swords behind Xiang Dongliu were not decorations. If she really wanted to fight, she had the heart to deal with her, but it was hard to say who would win or lose. If this third heaven would be sluggish, it would only become a laughing stock.

The black widow's face was as usual: "Young Master Xiao, this guy's six knives are quite famous, so be careful."

Xiao Nongyue smiled and said, "If it wasn't a little famous, why did I use three swords as soon as I came up, right? Being able to use these three swords has been the ultimate in my years of learning swords. These three swords are called Iris, Yellow Bird, and Bridge Fairy. With three swords, they are facing the seven swords of Qianhu, who is better than that. "

Everyone stared at each other, and saw Xiao Nongyue blinking his fingers and a sword shot away. Xiang Dongliu calmly held the long sword in his hand and intended to block the iris. Unexpectedly, Xiao Nongyue followed him and popped up the yellow bird. The two swords arrived together, and there was a clanging sound. Xiang Dongliu's sword was still hard to block the two swords. Finally, six swords behind him soared into the sky. The two swords were facing the two swords. Xiang Dongliu took three steps back and stepped on the blue brick under his feet. The blue brick broke inch.

“Something.”

Xiang Dongliu shouted coldly, and another five swords were released from behind. Xiao Nongyue had a sense of solemnity against the two swords, but after all, he was not afraid. He pointed out that the third sword was already full of sword intent, and the sword energy was scattered three feet away near the sword, so that even all the blue bricks on the ground could not bear it, let alone the tiles and beams on the roofs around him, as if they could not bear such sword intent.

Xiang Dongliu was frightened. For many years, he had to endure in the Ninth Heaven. He was determined to take steady steps and never dared to underestimate anyone. Otherwise, he would be very likely to miss the front and attack a junior in the world. There are talented people in the world. Where are there fewer people who have lost their lives because of carelessness?

Xiang Dongliu snorted again, and the remaining knives behind him soared into the sky. Six knives lined up in a row, heading towards Xiao Nongyue in no particular order. The unique skill of controlling the six knives alone was enough to surprise many people.

There are many successors in the world, and their professions are specialized. Who is not a master in the world who can practice a weapon to the point of perfection? People who can evolve a weapon into a kind of art of weapon manipulation are even more masters among masters.

Xiao Nongyue also dared not be entrusted and fought with all his strength.

When it comes to swords, there are many sects in the world that claim to be swords. Although there are sects, there are only a handful of sects that are qualified to talk about swords in front of Mingjian Villa.

Among them is the Qingcheng Sect. Ma Jiuyin, the most powerful person in the Qingcheng Sect, commented: "Although it is a sword plus a sword, it is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two. Young Master Xiao can control three flying swords at a young age, and the seven swords that are forced to flow eastward.

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After leaving, he is indeed worthy of being the successor of Mingjian Villa.”

While controlling three flying swords, Xiao Nongyue said in a divine manner: "Senior Ma was joking. Xiang Qianhu was once a famous master. Although I think I have a very good talent, my talent has never been as good as my years of accumulation. I didn't think I could really defeat Xiang Qianhu here, but it was just a competition."

For some reason, Xiao Nongyue actually talked very seriously about the word "Secret".

Xiao Nongyue saw something wrong, and reminded him at the right time: "You have just driven the third sword, don't force it too much. These three swords are spiritual, don't be retaliated by the three swords. If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. There is nothing shameful. Xiang Dongliu is older just by age. You are probably Xiao Nongyue, and it's not embarrassing to lose in his hands."

Regarding the reminder from "Ye Baihe" beside him, although Xiao Nongyue didn't know what it came from, this reminder definitely came from kindness, so he used his qi to say: "After that being said, since the sword was released, how can there be no reason to decide the outcome, right?"

Seeing that Xiao Nongyue was so stubborn, "Ye Baihe" didn't say anything, but looked coldly at the fast sword and flying sword that separated the second and third levels of heaven in the field. Both sides could not stand up. Finally, after Xiang Dongliu shouted again, Xiao Nongyue's face turned pale, and the three swords flew back into the box. He thought Xiang Dongliu would stop when he saw it, but he expected that the six swords would continue to drive straight in like arrows away from the string and head straight into Xiao Nongyue's face.

"Be careful, young master."

At this moment, nine women in black suddenly jumped up from the team.

Xiang Dongliu's six swords went quickly, but they never came faster than these nine swords. Nine swords faced six swords, and then Xiang Dongliu decisively withdrew the swords. The six swords were nailed to the ground in front of him one by one, looking at the nine women who emerged from the Second Heaven team in a cold manner, and laughed: "Is the successor of Mingjian Villa so useless? If you can't beat them, you will find a helper?"

Xiao Nongyue was tired of three sword energy and couldn't say a word, but she heard a slim woman among the nine women shouting coldly: "What are you talking nonsense? My nine sisters were originally from Mingjian Villa, and they were even the maids of my young master. There is no such thing as helper."

It turned out that these nine women were the sword servants who came to Jiuchongtian with Xiao Nongyue that day. Why did they dress up in the crowd? Zhang Feng's mansion understood after thinking about it for a moment. It should be noted that if nine girls like the Ninthongtian stayed with a gentle young man at any time, it would inevitably attract too much attention and would only cause a lot of trouble.

"This Jianshan Villa is such a big deal."

Zhang Fengfu murmured.

"Just nine maids have such powerful martial arts. In my opinion, at least three or four of these nine women have reached the seventh level, and the rest are at least sixth level. Xiao Nongyue is really lucky."

"You just saw other people's realm, not others' age," Lanting seemed much calmer, not as surprised as Zhang Feng's mansion.

Zhang Fengfu said curiously: "What's the problem with age? According to my opinion, the oldest of these nine maids is only 26 or 27 years older than me."

Lanting said: "It seems that you have never had much contact with women."

Zhang Feng's mansion was stunned and smiled and said, "How do you say this?"

Lanting closed a new sword book that he took out from his arms again, and spoke earnestly.

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"Although not all women in the world know martial arts, all women have an innate instinct, that is, they are good at disguising their age, especially women who are not short of money. Although I don't know how old these nine women are, I can see that the living conditions of these nine women must be much better than ordinary women, so the conditions used to dress themselves are much better than other women. You think you are only in your twenties, but I actually tell you that none of them are under thirty years old, do you believe it?"

Zhang Feng's eyes widened and full of surprise.

"Can you even see this? I thought you only like swords."

Lanting sighed with a sigh of relief: "Not all men in the world like swords when they are born, they like to fight and kill, but men in the world must also have a hobby, that is, women. Unfortunately, I had the honor to come into contact with many women before practicing swords, so I summarized this principle."

"It wouldn't be surprising if you were in your thirties and created so many masters with the foundation of Mingjian Villa."

Zhang Fengfu felt relieved inexplicably, then gave Lanting a thumbs up, and then smiled and said, "Since you know women so well, then guess whether these nine sword servants will go to Xiang Dongliu to fight to the death?"

Lanting shook his head.

"Of course not."

Zhang Fengfu said again: "Why?"

Lanting said: "You are just talking to me, why don't you look up and see who is the group of people walking slowly towards me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fengfu immediately raised his head and saw the green-eyed eagle with its weapons and retreating properly. On the main street of Sanchongtian, a group of people were walking quickly. The leader was wearing a black outfit, thin, about forty years old, with long hair loose, and cloud patterns on the black outfit. What attracted the most was her eyes, a pair of ruthless eyes, without any emotional color, and ignored everything. There were two women on the left and right, one black and one white, and they were all very beautiful, with a frown and smile. Lanting commented that these were definitely two full women, because they always looked at the man in front from time to time, with joy in their eyes.

"I'm really not worth it for the one in our carriage."

When Zhang Feng's Mansion saw this Santian King Wild Wolf who had been in contact with him for a long time for the first time, he not only did not feel oppressed, but instead sighed.

"If Hua Ruyu could hear it."

Hua Ruyu naturally couldn't hear it, not only because the two men and one woman in the carriage were chatting and laughing, but she didn't even come out to see such wonderful fighting outside just now. It was also because Zhang Feng's mansion had already stuffed Hua Ruyu's ears in advance, tied up her hands, stuffed her mouth and stuffed her into the box.

"The King of Heaven."

As soon as the man in the Santian was the highest, the two green-eyed eagles took a step forward together, their eyes full of respect.

Unexpectedly, the wild wolf said coldly: "Two useless things, I want you to come to welcome these heroes and heroes. Why did you make such a tense battle? Isn't it a joke for me to be careless when I see it?"

The green-eyed eagles were silent, and before the wild wolf could speak, the black widow had already taken the lead: "The wise man doesn't say secret words. If it weren't for the master's instructions, how could the mere two dogs guarding the house have the courage to bark at the guests?"

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