The dusk is approaching, and the sunset is flowing. There are lonely eagles circling among the shadows of the tiger hill tower on the top of the mountain, but the picture-like beauty sets up the extremely desolate and desolate.

That sigh was extremely desolate and extremely desolate.

A wisp of lonely smoke flew out from the Hexao Mountain Pavilion and scattered in an instant. In the misty smoke, in the desolate mountain pavilion, there was a white-haired man in feathered clothes and high crown sitting alone to make tea. His loneliness seemed to be like the lonely eagle hovering beside the tower.

Chu Liuxiang's eyes flashed and she said, "Was the old man also a member of this grand event for cooking tea and tasting swords in the past?"

The old man sighed again and said, "Yes, it's a pity that most of the old people have left the immortals, and they are all sick and wandering around the world. If you want to find someone who can accompany me to cook tea and try the sword, it's not possible."

A hint of chill rose in Chu Liuxiang's heart. People who were able to cook tea and taste swords here in the past can be said to be extremely powerful. If they can survive until now, their swordsmanship will undoubtedly be more superb. Looking at Han Wen's actions of squinting his eyes, it was obvious that he also attached great importance to this person, and he couldn't help but feel even more nervous.

This old man happened to be revisiting the old place today and sat here wither. It was not accidental. If he was waiting for someone, then who was waiting for?

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but say, "I don't know the old man's name?"

The old man did not look back, but said slowly: "I am handsome."

Chu Liuxiang said with a hint of praise: "Is it the handsome senior "Star Picking Feather" who used to slash three mountains with one sword and slashed the sky with force?"

The old man stood up suddenly and smiled at the sky. The autumn leaves on all sides of the mountain pavilion were shaken by his laughter and fell like snowflakes. He only heard him smile and said, "Chu Liuxiang is really extraordinary. The old and fresh tea is just boiling. Why don't you come in and drink a cup together?"

He didn't even look back and knew that Chu Liuxiang was coming. He had obviously received news from Li Yuhan. It was here that he was waiting for Chu Liuxiang.

Looking at Li Yuhan and his wife again, I don’t know when they have disappeared.

Chu Liuxiang sighed secretly, but smiled on her face: "I'm here to cook tea, I'm here to accompany you. If you want to try the sword, I'm here to...

Shuai Yifan looked back suddenly and said sternly: "But what? Although the old man is old, the sword is not old yet!"

He heard a "choking" dragon roar, and there was a long sword like autumn water in his palm. Chu Liuxiang stood several feet away, feeling that the sword energy was imminent.

"What a good sword!", Han Wen couldn't help but exclaim.

Shuai Yifan smiled proudly and said, "Of course it is a good sword." His eyes seemed to be sharper than the sword light. He stared at Chu Liuxiang and said, "I have not left the sheath for thirteen years. Today I am here for you, so you can be proud of it."

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "The famous sword is unsheathed, and it is not easy to return. Is it necessary to take the head on the lower neck today?"

Shuai Yifan said sternly: "My martial artist is dead under the sword, are you still afraid of death?"

Chu Liuxiang was silent for a while and said, "If you want to give me advice, I will only be with you, but I have to ask you one thing. I believe my reputation will not be concealed."

Shuai Yifan said: "What's the matter?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "I have no grudges with my seniors, but I have to take my life. Could it be that I was entrusted by someone?"

Shuai Yifan raised his eyebrows and said, "No, but if the opponent was not Chu Liuxiang, I would not want to take action."

Chu Liuxiang smiled faintly and said, "If I ask you whom I am entrusted, I will definitely not say it, but even if you don't say it, I can guess seven or eight points."

Shuai Yifan said: "Very good, draw out your weapons and start the battle!"

Chu Liuxiang said: "I can't obey my fate!"

"Why?" Shuai Yifan said angrily: "Is Shuai Chu Liuxiang, who is famous all over the world, actually a greedy person who is afraid of death?"

"No! It's just that someone is more suitable for your opponent than me!" Chu Liuxiang rubbed her nose, looking a little depressed. He wanted to come forward and try the sword power of this "Star Picking Feather" himself, but there are others who are more interested in it than him.

Although Han Wen did not show any strong emotional fluctuations, Chu Liuxiang knew that his "sword" had been unsheathed!

"I'll do it!";

Before he finished speaking the short two words, Han Wen suddenly soared into the sky. He rushed to a big tree with leaves that had not yet withered, and picked a soft branch. Shuai Yifan was known as "picking stars". His light skills were imaginable, but when he saw Han Wen's leaping, he still couldn't help but lose his luster.

I saw Han Wen twisting the soft branches into three feet long and clearing all the branches and leaves on the top, and putting the branches on the chest to show his respect: "Please!"

Shuai Yifan frowned and said, "Is this your weapon?"

Korean said: "That's right."

Shuai Yifan said angrily: "What a frivolous young man. Even if it is Li Guanyu, he would not dare to be so contemptuous and rude to me!"

Han Wen Youran said, "What a pity!"

Shuai Yifan shouted angrily: "What a pity?"

Han Wen smiled slightly and said, "It's a pity that Han is not Li Guanyu! As long as it is used properly, all things on the earth are powerful tools to hurt people. If it is used improperly, even if it is an ancient magic weapon, it will be difficult to hurt people at all. You claim to be a senior expert, how could you not understand this idea?"

He said these two sentences lightly, but they were full of sharp edges.

Shuai Yifan's expression changed and after a while, he said, "Who are you?"

"Korean!" Han Wen said slowly: "I have been looking for experts to compete. Are you a master?"

"So it's you!" Shuai Yifan's expression became much more serious;

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This difference between superiority and inferiority is particularly sharp in the collision between warriors and especially swordsmen.

Even with the praise of Master Tianfeng, Shuai Yifan cannot give up the title of "Sword God" by those who are good at the world and have great achievements.

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The tea smoke in the mountain pavilion has dissipated.

Shuai Yifan stopped talking and walked out step by step. He walked very slowly and only took two steps, but Chu Liuxiang was already shocked.

He was very naughty when he was young. Although he was restrained when he grew up, he was engaged in the act of robbing the rich and helping the poor. To be nice, he was a robber and a thief, and he was inevitably fighting with others.

In the past ten years, we can also say that we have encountered any kind of opponents, and naturally there are some famous swordsmen with unique swordsmanship.

Some of these people's sword skills are light and agile, some are quick and ruthless, but no matter who they are, they have to wait until the sword style is stabbed out before they can threaten others.

But at this moment, Shuai Yifan, the "Star Picking Feather" not only had not yet taken the long sword, but even had not even walked out, Chu Liuxiang could already feel his sword energy was impressed - he seemed to have been tempered into a knife, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

Chu Liuxiang was outside. She already felt this way, let alone Korean? However, he seemed even more excited. This was the opponent he had always wanted to meet, right? However, he still shook his head in slightest, a little...unbelievable.

No one would have thought that this old man with a high-end feathered suit and a sense of outskirts would become so sharp and terrifying in an instant.

The mountain wind blew, blowing his clothes so hard that his feet flew out, and his steps kept moving out, but others seemed to be unable to sense his body moving.

Just because he has turned all his energy into a sword energy, others can only feel the force of his sword energy and forget his own existence. His people have become one with the sword energy and are abundant in the world, so when he moves, it seems to be still, and when he is still, it seems to be moving.

Chu Liuxiang finally discovered the spirit of such a famous swordsman. It was beyond the imagination of others. He wanted to persuade Shuai Yifan, but now he was starting to worry about Han Wen. He couldn't think of any way to destroy this sword energy.

Although the mountain wind is very strong, the whole world seems to have condensed.

Chu Liuxiang felt sweat drop by drop, and everything in the world seemed to be still, and even time seemed to have stopped completely. He felt that there was an invisible hand that was strangling his neck. He could no longer breathe.

He could not imagine how uncomfortable Han Wen felt at this moment. But at this moment, Han Wen's figure suddenly soared into the sky. No one would have thought that he could still soar into the sky under such great pressure, and no one would have thought that his leaping momentum would turn into an arrow.

Shuai Yifan was still as solid as a rock, but the sword in his palm had been raised inch by inch, and the sword seemed to carry a heavy object weighing tens of millions of pounds, which seemed to be indescribable.

But Chu Liuxiang had already seen that his sword style was in line with the changes in Han Wen's body shape. Even though Han Wen's body was as sharp as a dragon, his sword tip was always in the smallest place. No matter where Han Wen fell, he could not escape the stab of his sword.

Han Wen finally fell down. His upward momentum was like an arrow breaking through the sky, flying into the sky, but his downward momentum was like a dragon, hovering and dancing, changing thousands of things, and they were incomparable.

Shuai Yifan's sword in his palm is ready to go.

At this moment, the soft branches in Han Wen's hand suddenly drew an arc, and a little sword light like a fluorescent fire stabbed Shuai Yifan!

Shuai Yifan let out a long roar, and the sword had turned into a light curtain.

Chu Liuxiang saw that the sword light had swallowed Han Wen. How could that little fluorescent fire compete with Haoyue for light? It had long been shattered by the sharp sword energy and destroyed without a trace.

Then, the sword energy disappeared, and Shuai Yifan's sword fell in his palm, his face was expressionless, and the muscles in his body seemed to have been stiff in this moment.

If he had used the steel knife, it would have turned into a wooden knife, and it had become dull, and his sharpness and murderous aura had disappeared.

Looking at Han Wen again, he had already fallen 1 meter away in front of him. The soft branches in his palm were still as broken as before.

Chu Liuxiang didn't know how Han Wen rushed out of the sword energy, nor did she know who won and who lost the two of them.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Wen suddenly posed for a sword. It didn't look very powerful and not so terrifying. The soft branches in his hand became very straight, and a sharp edge was condensed but not dispersed, and he just stood quietly in front of Shuai Yifan.

Shuai Yifan's eyes flashed, and he took a deep breath. The sharpness seemed to appear again. He raised his sword and stabbed three points before, but then withdrew it in the middle of the journey. He shook his head. His footsteps were slightly moved to the left three feet, and stabbed it again. When he reached mid-air, he retracted it, to the right, upward...

He adjusted seven or eight positions in a row, but as Chu Liuxiang saw, he changed twelve moves, but without exception, all of them died and returned, while Han Wen's sword remained in mid-air, without moving at all.

I don’t know how long it took, but the light on Shuai Yifan’s body restrained again, looked blankly, and murmured: “There are talents in the generation of the country, and the new generation has replaced the old ones, the sword god Korean... very good, very good, very good..."

He said three words in a row, and the long sword suddenly turned into a flying rainbow. It flashed in the vast twilight, and then it swayed like a meteor and fell into the sword pool. After a while, it was heard a "pop".

So there was another peerless famous sword in the sword pool.

Shuai Yifan looked into the distance in a daze, his whole body was exhausted, and his life and soul seemed to have fallen into the sword pool with the sword.

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"Wait!", Han Wen suddenly shouted.

Shuai Yifan turned around and looked at him for a long time. He didn't say a word again. He suddenly turned around and walked down the mountain. But after only a few steps, he turned around and looked at him for a long time. He suddenly said, "What hatred do you and Li Guanyu have?"

Han Wen said: "Han has never met him forever, and the word hatred is even more impossible to talk about."

Shuai Yifan looked surprised and said, "Since that's the case, why did Li Guanyu kill you?"

Han Wen shook his head and said, "I don't know, so I want to ask you!"

Shuai Yifan sighed to the sky and said, "Li Guanyu had been kind to me in the past. As long as he believed in the talisman, even if he asked me to cut off his head, I would still refuse. Do you understand?"

Han Wen nodded, thoughtfully and said, "I understand."
To be continued...