Jian Shuai Yan Wuqing sat on the sofa in the hotel.

The sword was at his side.

As such a top swordsman, you need to be ready to fight even when you are resting.

He closed his eyes, but everything in the room was within his reach.

Even the flies hovering outside the window.

Suddenly, he jerked his eyes open.

Murderous.

The piercing murderous aura came like a tidal wave.

The windows were trembling slightly.

"What a guts!"

Yan Wuqing scolded.

Standing up, the sword was unsheathed.

With a cold light, and the sound of waves.

The sword qi flowed out like a rainbow.

The glass shattered.

The sword qi and the other sword qi collided together.

Another sword qi was cold and scattered, rushing like a torrential rain.

Two sword qi collided together.

Smashed shards of glass into powder in the air.

The cold light floats.

Yan Wuqing had already jumped out and stood on the roof watching his opponent.

A man in a black cloak.

Beneath the hood is a grim face like a dead man.

"Are you....... Sword corpse?" Yan Wuqing looked at the opponent in front of him.

"The sword handsome Yan Wuqing has admired the name for a long time. ”

The sword corpse said.

Two top-notch swordsmen stood in the darkness of the night, standing in the moonlight.

The moonlight shone down on the two of them's long swords.

The soft moonlight turned out to be so cold in the reflection of the sword blade.

Dead silence intertwined.

"I didn't expect a monster like you to come back from the dead. ”

Yan Wuqing said.

"I'm here just for a few questions. ”

The sword corpse said this, and the murderous eyes under the hood stared at its prey like a beast.

Top swordsmen, standing against each other in the night.

At this moment, in the room of Ling Blade, Ling Blade sat up suddenly.

Because he can also feel that this kind of strong murderous confrontation is directly upside down.

What kind of duel between the strong is this, so there will be such a murderous atmosphere.

Ling Jian hurriedly shook Lu Min and Bai Xiaoyang, who were sleeping on the side.

Lift the covers.

The two actually hugged each other, a feeling of joy, and Ling Jian didn't have time to complain.

"What's wrong?" Lu Min looked sleepy-eyed.

But Lu Min also felt something strange after asking.

Although she doesn't know martial arts, she can also feel such a murderous aura.

"I'll take a look!" Ling Blade said, "Be careful!"

Pushing open the window, purple light appeared on his body.

Leap into the air.

Traces were found on the roof of the building next door.

Pool of blood.

In a pool of blood lay a tall man.

It was the previous sword handsome Yan Wuqing.

Yan Wuqing smashed the long sword in his hand in a pool of blood, and his whole body was covered with large and small sword wounds.

Ling Blade recalls what he had heard in the restaurant before.

Yan Wuqing is known as the sword handsome, the general among the swordsmen, the swordsmanship is superb, and he shocked everyone with just one move in the restaurant.

and threatened to challenge the two brothers of the Bai family alone.

Such a man is defeated by the sword.

What kind of strong opponent must be?

Ling Blade thought.

Reached for a sniff.

Yan Wuqing was still alive.

The breath was already very faint.

At this time, Bai Yulin also came.

"What is this?"

Obviously, as a swordsman, he knew Yan Wuqing's strength better than Ling Blade, so he was even more surprised by everything in front of him.

Yan Wuqing saw Bai Yulin's arrival, and his breathing began to become rapid.

Raising his finger with difficulty, his fingers covered with blood pointed at Bai Yulin.

Then he lost consciousness.

Just such an action.

Ling Blade was impressed.

Late at night.

in the basement.

The black-robed man stumbled and fell at the entrance.

The dwarf servant had already rushed up: "Master, are you alright?"

The sword corpse glanced at the wound under the black cloak.

The black blood slowly seeped in.

"The sword handsome Yan Wuqing is really strong. ”

The sword corpse said.

Feel your wounds with your hands.

A small hand had already grabbed his wrist.

A familiar warm scent of gardenia came.

The sword corpse slowly raised its head.

Look at the person in front of you with those terrible eyes.

The woman in front of her.

It turned out to be Murong Xiaoxiao.

"The wound is too deep and it will become infected. Murong Xiaoxiao said, "I'll bandage you." ”

"You woman! Go away!" reprimanded the dwarf servant in a loud voice.

"Shut up. The sword corpse reprimanded the dwarf, and his voice was already very weak.

"Come on, there's a tool over there. The sword corpse said, pointing to the small box in the corner.

The dwarf ran over and brought the box and put it in Murong Xiaoxiao's hand.

"If you hurt your master, I can't spare you!"

The dwarf said.

The sword corpse lay down on the bed beside him.

Take off your cloak.

There is no hair all over the body, no hair and no body hair.

The skin of the whole body was horribly pale, like a corpse.

But the figure is strong, with pale skin wrapped around Peugeot's and plump muscles.

Murong Xiaoxiao opened it carefully, and the gauze was attached to the wound of the sword corpse.

The jet-black blood scars were particularly noticeable on the pale pectoral muscles of the sword corpse.

Murong Xiaoxiao's little hand carefully twisted the gauze and attached it to the wound.

"Why are you doing this?" asked the Sword Corpse.

"You kidnapped me, indeed, but you didn't hurt me, I raised it for so long, so I won't hurt you, but ......" Murong Xiaoxiao paused: "My boyfriend will definitely hurt you and tear you apart." ”