"I think! You don't have to do it! I'm alone enough!";

A cold voice came over, and Su Shaoying's face turned red. He was the "Three Heroes and Four Show" of the Emei Sword Sect, the second-ranked existence! He was actually snatched by two people as prey? He gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, and saw the last drop of blood dripping from the tip of Ximen Chuxue's sword.

Han Wen smacked his lips and said, "It's reasonable! You're enough by yourself!"

Su Shaoying turned around, and the seven people on the missing ground that came into view could never move. Among the seven people, none of them was not a top martial arts master, but they were all pierced through the throat by Ximen Chuxue's sword in an instant.

The muscles in the corners of Yan Tieshan's eyes began to tremble. Until now, others could see that he was indeed an old man. But he did not feel sad or sympathetic to these people who died for him. He had not left yet, just because he had not yet had the chance to get it, and it was not time to leave.

The four people who were still able to take action no longer had the courage to take action. When they saw Su Shaoying coming, they immediately made way. Su Shaoying's steps were still very stable, but the anger had passed, leaving only his pale face, and there was no blood.

Ximen Chuxue looked at him coldly and said coldly: "What kind of sword are you using?"

Su Shaoying also sneered and said, "As long as it is a sword that can kill people, I can use it."

Ximen Chuxue said: "Very good, there is a sword on the ground, you choose one."

There were two swords on the ground, and the sword was in a pool of blood. One sword was narrow, long and sharp, and the other sword was wide, thick and heavy. Su Shaoying hesitated slightly. He picked his toes lightly, and a sword bounced out of thin air and landed in his hands. The Emei sword technique was originally known for its light and change. He chose the heavier one.

The young man actually wanted to use his young man's arm strength to use his strong and strong sword technique to restrain Ximen Chuxue's sharp and sharp sword path. This choice was originally correct. Everyone under Dugu Yihe's disciples had been trained to have good judgment. But this time he was wrong, and he shouldn't have raised any sword at all.

Ximen Chuxue stared at him and suddenly said, "In another twenty years, your swordsmanship may be successful!"

Su Shaoying said: "Oh?"

Ximen Chuxue said: "So now I don't want to kill you anymore. In another twenty years, you can come to me again."

Su Shaoying suddenly shouted: "Twenty years are too long. I can't wait!"

After all, he was a young man with strong energy. He felt a burst of blood surge in his chest. The sword in his hand was hit in succession, and the sword technique seemed to be full of force. This was Dugu Yihe's original "Sword and Sword Double Killing Seventy-Nine Styles". When he entered the Emei Sect, he had already had extremely profound skills in sword techniques. After thirty years of hard work, he actually dissolved the fierceness and strength of the sword technique into the Emei's spiritual and elegant sword technique.

His unique skill in the 7749 styles can be used to use a knife or a sword, which is a unique skill in the world. Even Lu Xiaofeng has never seen this skill. Korean language has long been famous. When his eyes lit up, he looked over. Seeing a novel martial art, he felt like children seeing novel toys, with an indescribable excitement and joy.

Ximen Chuxue was also very interested. He waited for Su Shaoying to use thirty-two moves before his sword took action. Because he had seen the loopholes in this sword technique, maybe there was only a little loophole, but a little loophole was enough. His sword light flashed and pierced through Su Shaoying's throat.

The tip of the sword was still covered with blood. Ximen Chuxue blew gently, and the blood dripped from the tip of the sword. He stared at the sword's edge, and his eyes seemed to have a loneliness and desolation. He suddenly sighed and said, "Why do a boy like you always have to hurry to die? Twenty years later, where do you ask me to find an opponent?"

If such words are said from others, someone will definitely find them ridiculous, but if they say them from him, they seem to have an indescribable sense of sadness and solemnity. Hua Manlou suddenly said, "Since that's the case, why do you have to kill him?"

Ximen Chuxue lowered her face and said coldly: "Because I only know how to kill people."

Hua Manlou could only sigh because he knew that what this person said was not a lie. Every sword this person used was a sword. He would never show mercy and would never leave a way out. "Either you die, or I die!" He stabbed with a sword, and no one would have any choice, and he himself had no choice!

Han Wen looked at Ximen Chuxue's sword like this, after a long time, nodded, shook his head, and said, "Your sword... is too ruthless! A ruthless sword may not be a good sword! You can go further! Go further! But, don't be too long!"

"Oh! Is that true?" Ximen Chuxue frowned slightly, flipped her wrist, and a shiny light shone brightly, stabbing Han Wen's throat. To be honest, this sword is very high-level, murderous, and quick.

Han Wen has seen many fast swords, but undoubtedly Ximen Chuxue is the one who is qualified to compete with him! The sword in his sleeve suddenly slid out of the scalp, and in an instant, he tapped three times in a row. The first point was on the tip of Ximen Chuxue's sword, and it was in a direction. The second point was on Ximen Chuxue's sword, almost knocking down his sword. The third point, Ximen Chuxue's sword fell in front of his shoulders, but his sword was shrouded in the vital points in front of Ximen Chuxue.

His sword was a little shorter than Ximen Chuxue, so Ximen Chuxue's sword was pressed against his shoulders. His sword was still a bit short of that to reach Ximen Chuxue's vital points, but Ximen Chuxue's expression changed drastically. After a long time, he slowly withdrew the sword. Han Wen was telling him that if they compete with swords now, he could take his life with the price of an arm.

"I learned swordsmanship at the age of seven and have been successful for seven years. Until today, I have not lost a single defeat!" Ximen Chuxue collected the sword in her hand, with a little uncertain expression. After a long time, she bowed and said solemnly: "Thank you! I think... I should be in seclusion for a while!"

After this sword, he felt something, but he was afraid that it would become even more terrifying! Han Wen also smiled and said, "Precisely because you have never been defeated, there are some scenery you can't see! I have been learning sword for a long time! However, I am often beaten like a dog! The more I fight, I get stronger and stronger, and I am not afraid of setbacks. It's like a sword, there are irons that are better than bent, and there are indomitable soft swords! But no matter what kind of swords, it is actually the same, you are right-"

"Murdering Sword!";

Korean and Ximen Chuxue said these three words almost at the same time! The two looked at each other and smiled, and they felt a sense of mutual appreciation! Just like Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng, although they had not met, they had been intimate for a long time...

"Lu Xiaofeng! It seems that I can't continue to help you! But! I will help you with that matter! Take a step first!" Ximen Chuxue stepped down a little, flew out of the court, and swept away on the withered lotus, and waves appeared on the water surface.

The words between Han Wen and Ximen Chuxue sounded confused, and they even had some distorted words, but only they knew what was going on. They did not use their strong internal strength and sharp swords to fight. They just simply fought with their sense of the sword in their moves. Han Wen was a little better, and Ximen Chuxue was not defeated, but he thought he had lost.

A gust of wind blew in from outside the water pavilion, and it still carried the fragrance of lotus leaves, but it could no longer dissipate the bloody smell in the water pavilion. Looking at Ximen Chuxue's back as he left, Han Wen suddenly turned around and said coldly to Yan Tieshan: "If you don't leave, I won't take action. If you move, you will die!"

Yan Tieshan actually smiled and said, "Why am I leaving? I don't know why you are doing this for?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "You should know!"

Yan Tieshan said: "But I don't know."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Where is Yan Liben? He doesn't know either?"

Yan Tieshan's eyes suddenly began to thump again, and her white and fat face suddenly showed a strange and fearful expression, which seemed much older. After a long time, he sighed and murmured: "Yan Liben is already dead, why bother to come to him again?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "We are not the one who is looking for him."

Yan Tieshan said: "Who is it?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "The Great Golden Peng King."

After hearing this name, Yan Tieshan's face, which seemed strange, suddenly became even more strange and terrifying. Her fat body suddenly turned like a top, and a brilliant pearl light suddenly shone out in the water pavilion.

The pearl light shone, and dozens of wisps of sharp wind suddenly shot out like a rainstorm, hitting Han Wen, Hua Manlou, and Lu Xiaofeng. At this moment, another wave of sword energy flashed out from the pearl light. The sword energy was cold, and the sword wind was like a bamboo. There was a sudden sound of "Brush Swipe and Brush Swipe" and the sword energy and pearl light suddenly disappeared, but dozens of pearls fell from the air, and each of them was cut in half.

"What a fast sword!" Hua Manlou exclaimed, but Han Wen narrowed his eyes because Yan Tieshan's people were gone. Lu Xiaofeng was gone, either.

On the lotus pond outside the water pavilion, there seemed to be someone flashing. It was lightly clicked on the lotus leaves and flew up. There were two figures, but the two figures seemed to be stuck together. The person behind was like the shadow of the person in front.

The figure flashed and suddenly disappeared, but there was a sound of clothes and wind in the water pavilion. Then Yan Tieshan suddenly appeared again. Lu Xiaofeng also appeared - suddenly, he was already sitting in the seat just now, as if he had never left.

Yan Tieshan was also standing in the place just now, but his body was leaning against the platform, gasping for a while. In this moment, he seemed to have grown a lot. When he walked into the water pavilion, he was a radiant middle-aged man with a smooth and thin face and no beard. But now it seems that no one can tell that he is an old man in his seventies or eighties. The flesh on his face was loose, his eyelids drooped down, and his eyes became dull. He panted, sighed, and said sadly: "I am old... old..."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "You are indeed old." (To be continued...)
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