In the eyes of others, this is not just a very strange hand. The fingers are long, the nails are trimmed very clean, the skin is smooth and fine. This is very consistent with Lu Fengxian's identity.

If you look carefully, you will find the strangeness of this hand. The thumb, index finger and middle finger of this hand are different from other places. Although the skin of these three fingers is also very thin and white, it has a very strange brilliance. It is not like it is composed of flesh and blood, but is like it is cast from some strange metal.

But these three fingers obviously grew on his hands. How could three metal fingers suddenly grow on a flesh-and-blooded hand?

Lu Fengxian focused his hand, suddenly sighed and said, "I just regret that I am dead."

Han Wen pondered for a moment and said, "So what if he doesn't die?"

Lu Fengxian said: "If he doesn't die, I want to ask him, can his hands be considered a weapon?"

Han Wen smiled and said, "I have always thought that one sentence makes sense!"

Lu Fengxian said: "What do you mean?"

Han Wen said: "Only those who kill people can be considered as powerful weapons." He then said: "Hands are not weapons at all, but only those who can kill people are not only weapons, but also powerful weapons."

Lu Fengxian was silent, as if he had not done anything. But his thumb, index finger and middle finger suddenly disappeared into the table. No sound was made, and even the wine filled with the glass did not overflow. He inserted his finger into the table, as easy as cutting tofu with a quick knife.

Lu Fengxian said leisurely: "If this hand can also be considered a weapon, I don't know which one can rank in the weapon list!"

Han Wen sighed and said, "It's hard to say now."

Lu Fengxian said: "Why?"

Han Wen smiled and said, "Because a weapon is about people, not a table."

Lu Fengxian suddenly laughed. He smiled proudly and coldly, saying, "In my eyes, people in the world are almost the same as this table."

Korean said: "Oh?"

Lu Fengxian said slowly: "Of course there are a few exceptions."

Han Wen said: "How many people?"

Lu Fengxian said coldly: "I thought there were six, but now I know there are only three." He looked at Li Xunhuan who was walking here on the street in the distance, and then said: "Because Guo Songyang's people are dead, the other two are dead too!"

"Oh! Guo Songyang is indeed one of them! So who are the other three? Old Man Tianji? Shangguan Jinhong? Xiao Li Tanhua? Who are the two who died?"

"Little Li Tanhua is dead! You are still alive!" Lu Feng looked at Han Wen with his eyes narrowed and said, "A Fei is dead too! Fei Jianke? Bullshit!"

"Not bad! It's bullshit! People who are not firm in their hearts are not enough to discuss martial arts! But... I believe he will stand up again and he can become stronger! As for Li Xunhuan... let's die of drunkenness!" Han Wen smiled narrowly and said, "Where is Jing Wuming? This person is good, at least he looks like he can fight me!"

Lu Fengxian snorted coldly: "He was dead!"

That's right! He was dead!

Lu Fengxian had a bright look, staring at Han Wen, and said, "I came out this time to find these three people to prove whether my hands can be considered a weapon, so I am waiting for you here! Where is your sword?"

Han Wen suddenly looked at him with interest and said, "Then do you know how many people in this world are alive in my eyes?"

Lu Feng was stunned and frowned and said, "How many?"

"Two! And - no place for you!", Han Wen extended a very stern gesture: "Shangguan Jinhong! Li Xunhuan!"

Lu Fengxian's expression changed, and his palms clenched into fists. He had not let go for a long time, and for a long time, he said again: "Why is Li Xunhuan?"

"Even if you are drunk and dreaming, you are not his opponent! He can kill you with one knife!" Han Wen stared at him and said word by word: "You! You are so weak!"

"boom!";

Lu Feng stood up first, and the table in front of him was shattered by the energy on his body. Lin Xian'er fell to the ground and looked a little embarrassed, but she was still laughing, and she didn't know what she was laughing at.

Han Wen looked at her and said slowly: "I didn't kill you, I asked you to keep asking those experts to come to me! You did a good job! At least another stupid guy came! But - why didn't you go to Shangguan Jinhong? Hahaha! Oh! There's another sentence. I forgot to tell you!"

Lin Xian'er was a little surprised, and her smile froze on her face. She was stiff and straightened;

Because Han Wen’s murderous aura was as heavy as substance, as sticky as blood—"Jianghu! The one with the biggest fist is the master! In the face of strength, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain!"

"Have you said enough?" Lu Fengxian was furious, and the blue veins on his neck burst out.

He was very angry, but soon, he calmed down again because another person came up. Li Xunhuan came back. He looked at Han Wen with a complicated expression, coughing violently one after another, and it was difficult for him to speak.

Finally, he stopped the coughing, glanced at Lu Fengxian, then looked at Lin Xian'er, closed his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Are you not enough people you killed? Who do you want to kill?"

"Oh? Do you still care about this question?" Han Wen laughed, asking him this sentence, so he replied: "Of course, you should kill the person you should kill!"

Li Xunhuan's cough was even more violent: "What is the person to be killed? Where is Long Xiaoyun? He is just a teenager!"

"But he started to kill people with blood at the age of seven, relying on Long Xiaoyun's indulgence! And he was still the innocent people! Hero Li! Since you are so chivalrous, why don't you eliminate harm to the martial arts world?" Han Wen laughed sarcastically.

Li Xunhuan leaned against the pillar and gasped quickly. His hands began to tremble again. A three-inch-long flying knife was already clamped in his hand, but he couldn't send it out. One hand had already strangled his throat like an iron hoop.

Han Wen shook his head in extreme disappointment and said, "I saved you again and again, but your performance is getting worse and worse. It is really disappointing. If I had known it, Long Xiaoyun would have ruined you! You can't even hold the knife! Huh?"

Li Xunhuan closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed down. He was not crying because of fear of death, but sad. Why did he fall to this point... Why?

"It seems that he is just a dead person in your eyes now!";

Lu Feng calmed down first. He was indeed terrifying enough to calm down. He was stronger than him back then. He was the fifth in the weapon chart back then... Now, I am afraid it is only high or low.

"Not bad! It seems that you have come alive again in my eyes! Time and place, you choose!" Han Wen let go of Li Xunhuan's neck, and didn't look back. He just stared at Li Xunhuan and said, "If you can't cheer up yet, the next step - I will kill A Fei! Kill all those who have something to do with you! Including Tie Chuanjia! Including Lin Shiyin!"

Li Xunhuan suddenly opened his eyes, and he knew that Han Wen was definitely not a joke!

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grave.

There are duels in the world every day, and all kinds of people fight in various ways for different reasons.

But there are only a few places to duel.

Wild, forest, grave... If it is a death-ending duel, nine out of ten times will be chosen in such a place - as if the place itself has a "death" atmosphere.

The night is getting deeper and there is fog.

Lu Fengxian was dressed like snow, standing quietly in front of the gray tomb. In the misty night fog, it seemed like a messenger from hell who wanted to bring the message of "death" to the world. He closed his eyes and adjusted his mood. Slowly, he changed.

"You have changed!" Han Wen also felt his change. His eyes were filled with amazing brilliance. After a long time, he said, "The change in his mood is particularly rare. He actually felt something when he was in the battle. Not bad! Not bad! It seems that there are still masters in this world!"

Lu Fengxian is already very powerful. He is arrogant and arrogant and conceited. This book is not wrong, even very right, because experts must have the temper of masters!

This weapon ranking, which is a great honor in the eyes of others, is really a shame in his opinion, so he destroyed his silver halberd, took a different approach, and used his hands as a soldier. He practiced a more terrifying skill. If he wanted to compete for the world with this, he would make the storm change his color and the heroes would be terrified.

But before he could cause a change of emotions, he was confused by Lin Xian'er, and his mood had a flaw, and his martial arts had also decreased a lot compared to before;

And now, his ambitions have come back, and with his lips open, he slowly said, "I just walked back from hell!"

A woman who specializes in taking men to hell is Lin Xian'er.

"Very good! Are you ready?", the Baiyun Sword slowly slid out from the Korean sleeves: "I thought I didn't need it, but now it seems that if I don't use it, it would be an insult to you! Also, it is an insult to me!"

Lu Feng had not spoken for a while, but he had gradually adjusted his mood, body, and even heartbeat. His momentum had risen step by step, but he stayed at a certain height, causing no excitement. The reason was that he did not understand Korean people, but knew his sword very well!

The scary thing about Korean swordsmanship is not... "fast" and "ruthless", but "stable" and "accurate". He will kill people as soon as he takes action, especially when he takes action, which is even more terrifying. Few people can resist the blow between life and death, and Lu Fengxian has no confidence.

So he must "wait"! Wait until the other party reveals flaws, weaknesses, and give him a chance - he can wait longer than most people in the world! This is also his only chance to defeat Korean now!

Although Lu Fengxian now seemed to be standing there casually, every part of his body seemed to be an empty sect. The Korean sword seemed to be able to stab anyone anywhere on his body, but there were too many empty sects, which turned out to be without an empty sect.

His whole body seemed to have become empty. The word "etheless" is also the highest level in martial arts.

Han Wen squinted his eyes and slowly pulled out the sword, very slowly... Lu Fengxian did have the capital to be proud. Perhaps Han Wen didn't take him seriously before, but now, he suddenly realized that his martial arts had made such rapid progress!

It's getting deeper in the night.

Suddenly, a green light flashed in the desolate grave, it was a ghost fire!

The west wind was blowing, and Lu Fengxian's face was facing west. When the wind blew, a little ghost fire drifted in front of Lu Fengxian with the wind. Lu Fengxian's calm eyes suddenly blinked, and his left hand also moved, as if he wanted to brush away the ghost fire, but he immediately held it back.

In a life-and-death duel, any unnecessary movement may bring fatal danger. However, although his hand did not move, the muscles of his left arm from the shoulder were already "the idea of ​​moving".

When you become nervous, you can no longer maintain that "etheless" state.

If it were an ordinary person, he could not help but take action. Of course, this could not be considered a good opportunity, but no matter how bad the opportunity was, it was better than not. However, Korean had not moved at all, and his sword had not been pulled out yet!

A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Fengxian's mouth, which was so calm! He sold a flaw, but the other party was not fooled at all!

Suddenly, the wind blew!

Han Wen also moved, if he didn't move, he would be like thunder. The cold sword was like a wild horse running around, seemingly messy, but he had murderous intent, heading straight to the vital points of Lu Fengxian's throat!

"drink!";

Lu Feng shouted loudly, and his three strange fingers were in the shape of an eagle claw, and he grabbed it in front of him. Three golden scratches appeared out of thin air, as if they had scratched the space, and they pinched the Korean sword energy and crushed it!

"good!";

Han Wen exclaimed, like a dragon. He stabbed him with a sword, without any beauty. He is better than fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

Lu Feng blocked it first.

But the sword light condensed on the tip of the sword but did not dissipate. He was ready to go, but he used the sword body as a stick to smash Lu Fengxian instead of stabbing him;

When the sword body was slapped, the hilt of the sword was suddenly picked up and stabbed down! These are all moves that are not commonly used in swords. However, the previous sword was a dignified sword, and the difference between the two was quite big.

Lu Fengxian couldn't secretly praise Han Wen's power, "Killing God"... If his martial arts skills are not high, how could he kill people? I'm afraid he will be killed by others, right?

His three strange fingers grabbed Han Wen's sword, and the other hand also swept towards Han Wen's sword-catching hand in a palm shape. If Han Wen's sword was taken down by him, then Han Wen would naturally lose.

But has the Korean sword been taken off?
To be continued...