On the official road, a man in gray clothes in front was fleeing forward desperately through the night, like a faint wisp of smoke, intermittently in the sight of pedestrians. [ ]

About a mile later, a young man in white clothes walked along the low bushes beside the official road, chasing the man in gray clothes in front of him with all his strength. Behind him was an old man with white beard and hair.

The crowds were sparse and the sight became wider. The young man in white felt heavier and heavier, thinking in his heart, how could this man escape along the official road uncharacteristically? The old man behind him was quite capable. Although he had been running for nearly two hours, he could not breathe.

There was no confusion at all. When he saw something suspicious, he hurriedly caught up with the young man in white in front and said: "Third Young Master, be careful of fraud."

Sure enough, the man in gray stopped in front of a pile of rocks, with his back turned to them.

"The two of you have been chasing me from Yecheng to here. Your Qinggong skills are really not weak." The man in gray said with a clear voice, clearly a young man. "Humph, it's a pity that even if you can chase me, you can't kill me." Gray.

The man in white just said it lightly, but the invisible confidence made the boy in white believe his words involuntarily.

"Who are you? What grudges do you have against me, Ye Cheng?"

"Me?" The man in gray answered and turned around slowly. The young man in white held the hilt of the sword tightly, as if every movement he made was aimed at his own flaw. "Haha, I didn't expect the famous Ye Cheng

The swordsman in white is so vulnerable!"

The young man in white's face was slightly red, but he did not dare to relax at all. He secretly practiced his skills, and saw a shadowy frosty air on a long sword as thin as autumn water. When the man in gray saw this, his face was moved, and he said seriously: "It seems

, you are worthy of my action! I am just a killer who loves swords and is known as a sword fanatic!"

"Nine days away, a dragon chants a sword!" The young man in white was not afraid, but laughed loudly and said: "How lucky is Qiu to be able to become a swordsman on the shore of Mingshui, haha." It turns out that this person is exactly the same name.

The sword madman among the seven famous swords of Yehu in Youguo. His whereabouts are uncertain, and no one knows his origin, but every time he draws his sword, Yehu will be alarmed.

The sword idiot didn't answer, and slowly put his right hand on the scabbard. His face was dull, but he seemed to be filled with boundless sadness.

"Third Young Master, how can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife? Let me try his 'Nine Heavens Away, Yinlong Sword'!" The old man struck before the young man in white, and the knife was inserted into his right sleeve, and a cold silver light appeared.

Shooting towards the chest of Jian Chi, his left hand is hidden in his sleeve, but it is his unique skill "Leng Yue Finger".

The young man in white knew in his heart that the old man took action first so that he could see Jian Chi's shocking move clearly.

The sword in his sleeve reflected the cold moonlight and was flying as fast as lightning. Jian Chi was as steady as a mountain. Seeing that the sword in his sleeve was less than an inch away from his chest, he took a slow breath, clasped his left thumb and index finger together, and flicked it.

This thundering sword shot out by about ten feet!

The old man knew something was wrong, so he gently moved his left hand, and the knife in his sleeve was like a flying swallow, and he cut it towards Jian Chi again. It turned out that the end of the knife was tied with a small iron chain.

The sword madman drew his sword.

The entire empty land seemed to suddenly fall into the land of death. Then, a little silver light exploded out, and half of the sky was bright with the breath.

The young man in white was extremely surprised and thought to himself, even though I am in the "Seven Swords" with him, I am afraid I can't resist this mysterious blow! But the old man raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell.

Before the "cold moon finger" could be sent out, he died on this moonlit night.

Jian Chi still stood quietly, as if the shocking blow had nothing to do with him, as if it had never moved, and as if it was moving all the time.

The young man in white didn't dare to be careless. He stared at the long sword in his hand and said, "The sword in Qiu's hand is called Bingxue. It has been silent for decades. Recently, I met a master. It is really a happy thing." As soon as the young man in white finished speaking, he saw Bo Ru.

The sword blade of Cicada Wings seemed to be blown by the wind, making a light sound. The surrounding air solidified, gradually forming large snow particles, constantly rotating around the sword blade, which was as bright as autumn water.
Chapter completed!