Sigu Jian's body was full of blood. I just didn't know which ones were his own and which ones were his brothers. Brothers' blood can often be exchanged, but it should not be the current exchange.

The clothes on the two people were torn into countless pieces by the sword energy that was lying across the mansion at this moment, and hung on their bodies in a mess. The eyes of the sword in the four Gu Jian drooped slightly, as if they were about to be able to open it, but his thin body began to tremble sharply like a shadow.

Sigu Jian clamped the tip of the half sword with his fingers, pulled it out like lightning, and cut it towards Shadow's neck.

The shadow did not avoid it, and pointed his left hand into the sword, piercing into the blood hole exposed after half of the sword tip.

Eat life for life, never stop until death.

With a muffled sound, the two people's bodies separated sharply, and their shadows were like a stone, which was shaken up all the smoke and dust. They swept back quickly along the bloody road, hitting heavily on the stone steps, vomiting blood and gasping hard.

Sigu Jianji sat under the stone steps on the other side, with half a broken sword standing on his chest, and half the sword tip was held between his fingers. He looked indifferently at the shadows under the stone steps on the opposite side, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down from his lips.

The courtyard of the city lord's mansion fell into a fearful silence.

Fan Xian and the little emperor stood far under the green tree, looking at the scene of brothers fighting each other with pale faces. The little emperor didn't know who the man in black was, but at least he could see that the other party was extremely powerful, otherwise he would not have been able to fight with Sigu Jian for so long.

However, Fan Xian knew that the shadow was defeated in the end. Although the Sigu Sword had reached the moment when the oil was exhausted, the Grand Master was the Grand Master. As long as he had a breath, he could still stand proudly on the peak of personal force in the world. Although he was blown by the mountain wind and was always at risk of falling into the world, he still stood firm in his footsteps in the end.

However, the shadow should be proud. Fan Xian's eyes felt slightly wet, and he was also proud of him. A strong man from the ninth grade seemed powerful, but being able to injure a grandmaster into such a embarrassed appearance in a head-on duel between one and one is really a super-level performance.

At that last moment, Sigu Jian had already controlled the situation with the realm of a master and his strong will, and could obviously kill the shadow. Why didn't he do this? He was sympathetic to his brother? Fan Xian didn't believe that this master who was dying blood and killing would have such a warm feeling.

After a long time of quiet between the venue, Sigu Jian suddenly asked in a hoarse voice: "If you count it seriously, you should be the first disciple of Jianlu."

The shadow lay in a pool of blood, without responding, but just looked at him ruthlessly. Sigu Jian coughed continuously and said, "It is enough to be proud that you can use a sword like this today."

After a while, Shadow suddenly spoke, "Why...?"

Why did Sigujian become crazy in that year, killing all the relatives, killing all the relatives, and even his biological father, and even his young brother, not letting go of this question. I don’t know how many years he has been lingering in Shadow’s heart. In today’s scene, he finally asked.

Sigu Jian knew what he was asking, and Fan Xian knew, but Sigu Jian did not answer this question at all, but just said coldly: "The people who blocked me must die... You followed us for a day and watched for a day. I thought you could use that sword, because you understood something, but I didn't expect that you would ask such a childish question..."

"Brother, you really disappointed me."

As soon as this said, Fan Xian was shocked. It turned out that Sigu Jian had long noticed that the shadow had been following him! The teachings of Sigu Jian to him on this day were not only aimed at him, but also hoped that the shadows who were peeping in secret could feel something from it!

The shadow also fell silent. His ordinary eyes stared at Sigujian under the stone steps in the distance like a wild beast, without saying a word. He didn't need to argue what he should believe in and what he believed in.

Fan Xian looked at the shadow and saw the terrifying big wound on Sigu Jian’s chest and abdomen, a blurred flesh and blood, with a faint glow on it, like a toxin, but it was particularly wonderfully maintaining the last resurrection of the organ that should have rotted.

This is the punch that Emperor Qing gave to Sigu Jian on Dadong Mountain. Sigu Jian should have died a long time ago, but he was accused of living until now. There must be hidden information, especially the terrifying wound on his chest and abdomen.

Sigu Jian coldly covered the wound on his abdomen with his last clothes. He glanced at the shadow, then glanced at Fan Xian, and said the last sentence: "The sword is a weapon, and it cannot be used by a saint."
Chapter completed!