How could the fight between masters allow for a slight mistake? Han Wen suddenly leaked his empty door, and the boy in black must be so happy. With a swing of the whip circle, the spiritual snake attacked like a letter and headed straight to Han Wen's throat.

This move was very fast, and Han Wen frowned like a mountain. Suddenly, murderous aura rushed up, but he took it back in a moment. At this moment, a sword light flew in from outside the window like lightning.

The long whip has turned into a circle, and the boy in black cannot see the head of the whip himself, but the sword is impartial and happens to be on the tip of the whip. The force of the long whip disappears and immediately becomes soft. The long whip is like a snake, and this sword happens to hit the snake's seven inches.

The boy in black was shocked and angry, shouting, "Who is it?"

Before the shouting came, a figure had already penetrated the window and rushed to him.

The man was dressed in black, wrapped in his thin and tough body, like a black panther that had just emerged from the jungle, full of danger and full of strength.

But his face was dead gray and had no expression. His sharp eyes looked at people coldly. No matter who he saw, he was like a dead fish, and he could only let him slaughter.

Although the boy in black didn't know that this person was the number one killer in the Central Plains, he looked at him and felt uncomfortable all over. He no longer looked at him, and glared at Han Wen and sneered: "It turns out that you have already made an appointment with a helper."

Han Wen seemed to be watching something, and she didn't move at all, and seemed to be uninterested in him.

The boy in black said, "If you lose, ask for help. Are there all the Central Plains martial arts worlds like this?"

Yihong suddenly said coldly: "Do you think he was defeated?"

The boy in black looked up and said, "I was almost killed. It's not me!"

Yihong glanced at him again, his face full of disdain, and suddenly walked over. He used the long sword in his palm to lift a few bamboo sticks on the ground.

The boy in black didn't know what mysterious he was doing, and sneered: "Do you want to do his trick?"

Yihong sneered: "Look, let's talk about it."

His sword shook and the bamboo stick flew out, but the casting was not fast.

The boy in black couldn't help but take it in his hand, but the bamboo stick was still a bamboo stick, but each bamboo stick was nailed with a black-shining cold star.

Yihong said coldly: "If someone hadn't attacked you just now, how could he have opened the empty door? Even so, when he was so angry just now... the man suddenly disappeared. He dared not take action again..."

The boy in black said in a state of emotion: "You...you said he was trying to save me..."

Yihong said with a stern voice: "If he hadn't been to shoot down this hidden weapon, you wouldn't even think of the corner of his clothes."

The boy in black shook his body, and all the bamboo sticks in his hand fell to the ground. His face turned blue and red. His eyes slowly turned to Korean and said in a trembling voice: "You... why didn't you say it just now?"

Han Wen said lightly: "Maybe this hidden weapon is not intended to hit you."

The boy in black said: "The hidden weapon comes from behind me, and the target is naturally me."

Han Wen shook his head and sneered, "Even if your whip comes, I have a way to deal with it. Who told him to come out and meddle in other people's business?"

The boy in black stood there, and tears seemed to be rolling in his big eyes, but he forced himself to do so before he fell down.

Han Wen didn't go to see him because he felt... this guy was so slutty and a little disgusting. He turned around and looked at Yihong and said, "Yihong, the person who was plotting just now, do you see who it is?"

Yihong said coldly: "If I see him, will I let him go?"

Han Wen smacked his lips and said, "I also know that the man's action is like a ghost, but he can't guess who he is anymore. In the Central Plains martial arts world, there are actually not many masters like him."

The boy in black suddenly shouted: "I know who that is."

Han Wen said with a stern voice: "Do you know? Who is it?"

The boy in black stopped answering, but took out a letter from his pocket and said, "This is the letter you want to read, take it!"

Han Wen turned anger into joy and said, "Thank you, thank you."

However, the boy in black had already put the letter on the table and left without looking back. When he walked out the door, his head lowered and a tear fell on the ground.

This is the letter that Han Wen and Chu Liuxiang thought about it all day long, tossed and turned, and they were finally in front of him. He couldn't help but feel joy in his heart and was about to get it.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed and picked the letter.

Han Wen's expression changed, staring at a little red, and said, "Are you kidding?"

Yihong took the letter from the tip of the sword and said coldly: "If you want this letter, you will be better than my sword first."

Han Wen shook his head and said, "You are not my opponent yet! Why do you want to fight me?"

Yihong said: "You can fight with that boy, why can't you fight with me?"

Han Wen thought for a while and said, "Even if I want to do it, can I wait until I have read the letter before I can say it?"

Yihong said coldly: "After taking action, if I die, you can take this letter away. If you die, I will also bury this letter with you."

Han Wen sighed: "I just left with a bull's temper, but I don't want to have another donkey's temper that is even more stubborn than a bull."

While talking, he suddenly flew out, with a little red eyes in his left hand, and his right hand grabbed the letter. His body turned a little red, and his backhand had already stabbed out three swords.

Han Wen lowered his head and rushed out from the sword light. He punched his left elbow at the red scepter with his left elbow, and his right hand still grabbed the letter. He was bullied, and his body was so dangerous and his technique were so fast that he could not describe it.

A little red suddenly encountered a strong enemy, and his spirit was greatly boosted, his sword technique was faster and more poisonous. But when he saw the sword light flashing, a sword seemed to have turned into ten and hundreds of handles. The sword and sword were not far from the square inch of Han Wen's throat, and both swords were killing.

Korean spoke out like the wind, but just took the letter.

Yihong frowned and wanted to hide the letter in his arms. The clothes were opened with his left hand and he wanted to hide the letter in his right hand. The sword technique of his right hand was affected and the strict sword force opened.

Han Wen suddenly turned into the whole person, blocking a little Hong's sword path with his left hand, and then pressing a little Hong's left wrist with his right hand, and he changed seven moves in an instant.

Yihong's right hand was blocked. He retreated repeatedly, but Han Wen entangled him like a maggot attached to his bones. His left wrist was numb, and Han Wen had already blocked the pulse door.

The Korean side was about to win the letter, but he suddenly bounced the letter and flew out.

This change came unexpectedly from Han Wen. He jumped and reached out to pick it up. A little red sword light flew up again - the sword light finally got faster than the human being. The letter was picked at the tip of the sword again.

He was about to withdraw his sword and take down the letter, but Han Wen turned over in the air. Suddenly he slapped his hands and clamped the letter and the tip of the sword in his palm.

This change is even more wonderful.

The red sword posture changed seven times in a row, and Han Wen's body movement changed seven times in a row. He was floating on the sword. It seemed that he had been picked up by a sword. But at this moment, he really didn't dare to take out his faith, because as long as he loosened his hand, the sword edge that was faster than lightning would pass through his chest.

A little red body flashed, but no matter how it changed, he could not help but throw Han Wen away. He felt that the sword was getting heavier and heavier, and his head was full of sweat. Later, his sword could no longer move. He could only lift it up in the air, and Han Wen's body seemed to have weighed more than a thousand pounds. He pressed him down straight down

One of them was in the air and the other was on the ground, stalemate between each other. If this sword was not a magic weapon made of refined steel, it would have been interrupted long ago.

Yihong shouted in horror, pulled up his body with all his strength, and inserted the sword to the ground. This move was practical and ruthless. When the sword tip was inserted, Han Wen could no longer attach to the sword.

With a "bang", Han Wen flew two feet wide and landed on the ground, with the letter and the tip of the sword tightly clamped in his palm. This sword that was so hard that it was blown and broken, and a little red sword that was usually treasured like life was finally broken into two pieces.

Little red changed color miserably and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, it's true that it's good martial arts and good body skills!"

Han Wen also smiled. The boy's temper was really stubborn. Now he probably would be better. He said, "I'll give in." Before he finished speaking, his smile suddenly frozen on his face.

"When", half of the sword fell to the ground, and the letter turned into butterflies, flying all over the sky, and a gust of wind blew through the window, blowing without a trace. It turned out that when the two of them were competing, their internal strength was constantly coming out of the Korean palm. Not to mention this thin letter paper, even the copper steel plate could not stand it.

Yihong was also stunned and said in a lost voice: "This...this..."

Han Wen stood there and breathed a long sigh, saying, "It seems that I am destined to look down on this letter."

After a while of redness, he said, "This...is this letter very important?"

In fact, he knew that this question was too much. If this letter was not important, how could Han Wen try his best to seize it? How could many people die for it?

Han Wen shook his head, just laughed, and said, "That's nothing. I slapped your sword and should have apologized to you! Maybe... this is also a good thing! You should also move towards the new direction of swordsmanship, without a sword in your hand, and with a sword in your heart... When you reach this point, come to me again!"

Yihong was silent for a while, and whistled to the sky and said, "I will be able to find you again for a long time, and if I can do it again, I will have such a sword."

With a "snatch", half of the sword flew out of his hand and nailed it to the beam.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flew in. It turned out that the boy in black was the one who had no choice but to look for him after the Korean letter was destroyed. He didn't expect him to return. He couldn't help but say joyfully: "You are here just right, I'll just ask you something."

Unexpectedly, the boy in black seemed to have never heard him at all, his face was full of fear. He glanced around and suddenly hid behind the curtains. The decoration of this "Kuaiyitang" was very gorgeous and special, but thick purple curtains were hung in front of the window. I thought it would be for the lights to not leak out when we were gambling late at night.

It was still early at this moment, and the curtains were not pulled up, and they were rolled aside. The boy in black was thin and he was just invisible to hide when others hid.

Han Wen, Yihong, looked at each other, and she was secretly wondering. Why did this young man come back? Why was he so panicked? He is arrogant by nature, so who can make him hide?

While thinking, I heard a sudden sound of blowing bamboos in the distance. The sound was sharp and short, one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it surrounded the house.

Then, a gust of fishy wind blew, and more than twenty large and colorful poisonous snakes, squirming and sliding in from outside the door.

Han Wen frowned, jumped to the gambling table, and sat cross-legged.

Yihong frowned, but flew over to the beam, drew out half a broken sword, and threw it down. The largest poisonous snake was immediately nailed to the ground by him.

The snake was extremely powerful, with red tongue spitting out, and the snake's body was whipped like a whip, and the hard stone was cracked one by one.

But the little red hand was very strong, and the half of the sword was actually buried by his throwing force. Only the hilt of the sword was left with the black silk hilt.

The poisonous snake was white and powerful, but it couldn't escape. The other snakes actually rushed over and bit its body, and in an instant it had sucked its flesh and blood clean.

Yihong looked disgusting and surprised, hanging on the beam. She frowned and said, "These snakes are so evil. Where did they come from?"

Han Wen frowned and said, "The person who came is not kind!"

Before he could finish his words, three people had already strode into the door.

The person in the leader was tall and had patches on his clothes. I don’t know how many times he had done it, but he was washed clean. Although his clothes were like a beggar, he looked down on his eyes and looked fierce. His temperament was arrogant and he didn’t take anyone seriously.

The two behind were also furious in quail clothes and knots, with seven or eight burlap bags on their backs. They were actually disciples of the Beggars' Sect with a very high status.

The gang in the Beggars' Sect is very strict and the distinction between superiors and inferiors is very clear. There is no sack behind the tall beggar. He should have been an apprentice in the Beggars' Sect who has not yet entered the game. However, the two disciples, from their expressions, were very afraid and respectful to him. This was an unusual and strange thing in the eyes of the old Jianghu.

What's even more strange is that this beggar has a vicious face and has been through hard work for a long time. No matter where he looks, his skin should be dark and thick. But his skin is white and thin, like a beautiful jade, and it seems that it is much more delicate and smoother than a virgin who has not left the boudoir.

Han Wen raised his eyebrows and said intimately: "Beggars' Sect?"

The tall evil beggar swept his pair of fierce and eloquent triangular eyes, and he didn't instantly stare at Han Wen's face, and said angrily: "How dare you kill this gang Ge Ling Snake? Is it going to die?"
To be continued...