However, in the silent ancient mansion, there was a man sitting.

The figure sat in the moonlight, looking a little lonely.

However, if you look closely, it seems that you can find a different kind of atmosphere.

Moreover, from time to time, there were cold rays of light emitting from below.

The light was sharp, like cold ice, and it pierced the soul of a person.

This figure was naturally Xiao Li, and at this moment he was slowly wiping the long knife in his hand.

The long knife was jet black and looked simple, and at a glance it looked like an ordinary sword, nothing special.

However, Xiao Li's expression was very careful, as if he was facing the most precious treasure in heaven and earth, his movements were very light and soft, and he wiped every part of the long knife extremely clean.

For him, this jet-black long knife is his life.

Lin Xuan galloped all the way, and finally came to the top of the ancient castle, he saw Xiao Li below, he didn't make a sound, but watched quietly.

This is a kind of respect for Xiao Li, as a swordsman, he also knows the importance of weapons to a martial artist.

Especially swordsmen, swordsmen, and other warriors, regard it as their life.

Moreover, he also often wiped the Wind Shadow Sword and the Star Trace Sword, and whenever this time he was very calm in his heart, so he knew that Xiao Li at this time could not be disturbed.

Lin Xuan landed slowly, like a cloud, falling lightly in the ancient mansion.

Xiao Li didn't look back, still slowly wiping the jet-black long knife, with his strength, he should have already discovered Lin Xuan's existence, but he didn't seem to know.

Time flows, and in the blink of an eye, an hour has passed.

During this time, Xiao Li had been silently wiping his jet-black long knife, while Lin Xuan was standing quietly like a statue.

He didn't speak, he didn't even move.

When Xiao Li finished wiping the last time, he clenched the long knife in his hand.

Subsequently, his whole temperament changed, no longer the loneliness and loneliness before, but a cold sharpness.

His whole person is like a knife, arrogant and sharp to the extreme.

"Come on, I'll do my best in this fight!"

Xiao Li knew that he and Lin Xuan were not familiar with each other, and if the other party could wait quietly for an hour, he must want to fight him.

"Good!"

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, and then pulled out the Wind Shadow Sword at his waist.

An even more fierce and ferocious aura poured out, filling the surroundings of the ancient mansion.

The four eyes were facing each other, like the shadow of a sword and a sword, which made the entire void rattle.

"We win and lose with one move!"

Xiao Li said, his voice was cold, like a blade.

Lin Xuan was shocked in his heart, and then nodded slowly.

No matter what the other party takes, he won't lose.

One move seems to be a fantasy in the eyes of other martial artists, but for swordsmen and swordsmen, one move is enough.

The two confronted each other, and their momentum continued to rise, like a divine sword and heavenly sword, standing in the ancient mansion.

Around the two of them, there were countless tiny sword shadows, forming a special area.

That power was terrifying, and even if a half-step Venerable entered, he would be strangled immediately.

Although the two didn't make a move, the breath already made people tremble.

However, the breath did not stop, and it continued to climb rapidly.

Lin Xuan was very cautious, he must show all his strength for this move.

Countless sword qi condensed behind him, and a true dragon phantom roared up to the sky.

The voice was low and desolate, full of power, causing the air above to explode.

In front of him, a phantom of a long sword appeared.

The dragon head and the sword body, although a little dim, are filled with an earth-shattering force.

On the other side, Xiao Li's pupils shrank sharply, and he naturally felt the pressure brought by the dragon head sword.

With a low shout, he also cast the prototype of the martial soul.

His martial soul is naturally a long knife martial soul, and the prototype of the sword soul and the jet-black long knife in his hand are one, which makes the momentum on Xiao Li's body grow again.

The jet-black long knife, which seemed to be simple and unpretentious, was like black jade at this moment, emitting a crystal light, and an earth-shattering aura emanated from it.

The two young men, however, exuded a terrifying power comparable to the Venerable level, and if anyone was here, their jaws would definitely drop.

Because the aura of these two people is so strong that they can even fight with the Venerable.

Lin Xuan was also shocked in his heart, he guessed correctly, Xiao Lijue's strength was absolutely strong, and he was afraid that he was also the top existence in Tianjiao.

Take his breath as an example, it is even stronger than Yan Chitian!

I'm afraid that the other party is only one step away from the real martial spirit.

This is a very powerful opponent, Lin Xuan believes that the winner of this battle will definitely be able to quickly condense the true martial spirit.

So, this time he has to win.

The two confront each other, looking for each other's flaws, ready to kill with one blow.

They put all their energy on each other, and they simply don't have the extra strength to probe the surrounding situation.

At this moment, above the ancient mansion, another figure flashed quickly.

The figure was shrouded in black mist. Like a ghost, it didn't emit a trace of breath.

His gaze was cold, staring at Lin Xuan's figure, like an experienced hunter staring at his prey.

He's also waiting, waiting for the best time to make a move.

Below, Lin Xuan's figure was tall, full of sword soul aura, and at this moment, he had raised his spirit spirit to the highest level.

It's the best time for him to make a move, and if he misses it, he'll have to wait a long time.

As a swordsman, he would never hesitate when he made a move, so the next moment, Lin Xuan held the dragon-shaped long sword and stabbed it out quickly.

However, the moment he moved, the man in black in the darkness laughed silently, and a jet-black spear appeared in his hand and was quickly thrown.

This spear is blackened throughout, different from the jet black of Xiao Li's long knife, this black is a kind of death, a cold color, as if there is endless resentment power mixed in it.

Like a ghostly lightning, this shot was extremely fast.

The void shattered, countless cracks appeared, and the spear instantly came behind Lin Xuan.

Originally, Lin Xuan's spirit was highly concentrated, and he put all his energy on Xiao Li, but he didn't expect a deadly danger to suddenly come from behind him.

This made him chuckle in his heart, and his whole body was tense.

At the critical moment, he gave up Xiao Li and fought with all his might against the fatal blow behind him.

In an instant, a layer of bright red armor appeared on him, forming the strongest defense. At the same time, the dragon-shaped long sword swung backwards, and the sword glowed like a divine practice, shining in all directions.

Like three thousand thunderbolts, rushing towards the rear.

However, he still underestimated the mortal danger.

The pitch-black spear, with an eerie aura all over its body, is like a river of Styx, rushing quickly.

Above it, there were countless roars of fierce ghosts, turning the surrounding area into a hellish yellow spring.

While!

Lin Xuan's long sword struck the head of the spear, causing it to deviate from its direction, but the spear still stabbed him.

The next moment, the spear pierced his body.