Facing the three swords that came from the roar, Qian Youqian's eyes were certain, countless sword lights swirled and shook in his eyes, about to fill his entire eyeballs, he was still not in a hurry, his fists clenched again, and a blue light exploded, and he punched lightly.

The countless sword lights that shook dissipated instantly, and the three swords also stopped in front of the arc-shaped blue light extremely strangely, and it was difficult to move forward in the slightest.

Gou Jian's fingers hooked, turned the sword momentum, the three swords flew everywhere, the sword light flashed violently, the sword shadows overlapped, suddenly, formed a huge encirclement, the bamboo leaves that fell down have become broken foam in a trance, and the rotten branches and rotten leaves on the ground mixed with the sticky and whirring soil were also stirred and flying all over the sky, and for a while, Qian Youqian's body was swallowed up, and it was difficult to identify.

After the last battle, Gou Jian fully realized the strength of the other party, and if he was tough, he would definitely lose. But he is practicing the sword, paying attention to unpredictable changes, treacherous moves, and the opponent is only superb in boxing after all, the strength is amazing, if you slowly consume to avoid its edge, there is still a possibility of victory.

Qian Youqian glanced around, those sword shadows flying around brought up the earth and debris in the sky, obscuring the vision, most of the sword light was mainly sleepy, and a small part was suddenly disturbed.

Qian Youqian saw through Gou Jian's mind at a glance, and he had already figured out in the last battle, if the opponent not far away was more powerful in the way of the sword, then basically all the boxing techniques had no possibility of winning.

At this moment, listening to the whistling sound around him, a gloomy smile pulled out at the corner of his mouth, and he snorted coldly, "After all, it's still a few points behind." ”

As soon as the words fell, he became manic and roared, the vitality around him was surging, and the blue light on his body was even more awe-inspiring, gradually crossing his hands, bending over and arching his back, inhaling and exhaling violently, his fingers clenched into fists one by one, and then he burst into a fist again, and the green muscles all over his body burst out, and his body was stunned in an instant, and his contracted body was fully opened.

Gou Jian was shocked. In the inky black eyes, one after another blue light broke through the white flashing sword light, cutting through the splashed mud-black dust, one by one seemed to have the potential to soar to the sky, and in an instant, his inky black eyes were filled with two green rays.

Qian Youqian exuded tremendous power all around, the cyan ripples shook the four fields, the standing bamboos cracked and collapsed one by one, and everyone around was shocked by this sudden force, even the fierce horses who had been in a hundred battles in the original place also felt inexplicable fear, and retreated again and again, so as to avoid disaster.

Gou Jian instinctively crossed his hands and used his body to carry the power, and the moment he was shocked out, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled the sword back, and put it on his toes, kicked his feet hard, and his body flew out, and the three swords behind him also came up together.

In the face of Gou Jian, who flew over with a sword, Qian Youqian was still as calm as ever, his right foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and he kicked forward with force, leaving a deep pit on the ground, and his body turned into a blue light and flew out.

The dignitaries were about to meet, and the three swords behind Gou Jian sped up, and countless sword lights shook out behind him, constantly flashing in front of him, protecting him to the death.

The green light has arrived, Qian Youqian's footsteps suddenly fell, and he rushed straight out with a punch, and the sword light in front of Gou Jian was instantly shattered, and it was another punch, two punches, and three punches...... In an instant, he could only see the cyan light rushing towards Gou Jian like a rainstorm pear blossom, and the white sword light blocking in front of Gou Jian shattered one after another, and reappeared one after another.

It stands to reason that Gou Jian, as a sword cultivator, should not fight hand-to-hand with the enemy, and the farther away he is, the safer. After all, only the great cultivators of the Imperial Sword can do it by taking the head of the person from thousands of miles away, but how many people can really do this kind of realm on this side? Only three of the seven monster sword slaves in the Holy Sword Gate can do it, but the farther away they are, the weaker the power and accuracy will be, not to mention the Gou Sword.

He knew there was a way to win. The sword he controls must always stay within a foot of his body, so that he can do what he wants, better improve his strength and accuracy, as long as he sees the opportunity and gives the opponent the heaviest blow, there must still be a chance to win.

He also knows very well that this method is extremely risky, once the opponent's strength can completely crush him, the result can be imagined by everyone. But he had to do this, and Mo Tear and the murderous young man fought to the death, obviously with no chance of winning.

Fortunately, as he expected, the opponent's strength had not yet reached the state of completely crushing him, and the other party had not hurt him at all, but he also felt that he was gradually unable to do so, and retreated.

Looking at Mo Tear's side again, he was originally suppressed by Hu Feng's sword, and when he was about to lose his hold, he was suddenly slapped out by a sudden force, but fortunately, the distance was far away, and there was no big problem, but he felt a little fortunate - he escaped from Hu Feng's sword.

Hu Feng slowly raised his sword again, ink tears slapped on the ground, calmly staring at the other party's eyes blooming with blood lotus, his eyes were in a trance, and he saw his body turn into a ball of red blood, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Mo Tear's eyes widened, and he lowered his body, extremely vigilant to his surroundings. Suddenly, there was a chill behind him, and he felt bad in his heart, and hurriedly looked back, a ball of crimson blood turned into a figure, and a red sword shaking with dark red light broke through the air, slicing through the air, and let out a ghostly roar.

Mo Tear was shocked, hurriedly dodged sideways, and swept a sword, and something strange happened again, a sword pierced through the opponent's blood and turned into crimson, and then disappeared without a trace.

Mo Tear looked around in panic, appeared and disappeared out of thin air, except for the moment of the shot, there was no extra breath to detect, is the other party still human?

A series of questions exploded in Mo Tear's heart, and he hurriedly thought about the coping strategy, and in a silent moment, Hu Feng's figure suddenly rushed out from the cloud of blood qi that appeared, condensed a crimson sword qi, and roared down.

Mo Tear's ears moved slightly, and he turned his head in a hurry, but he had already found that there was no way to hide, so he hurriedly raised his sword, and with a sonorous sound, the sword in Mo Tear's hand instantly took off, and his body was bombarded to the ground by a powerful coercion, and his body was crushed into the dirt, almost compatible with the soil, and it was impossible to distinguish.

Hu Feng smiled coldly, jumped up in an instant, turned over in the air, smashed a sword into the soil, and was about to fall into the dirt, a white light suddenly shook in front of him, his eyes wiped a trace of surprise, and hurriedly dodged, following the direction where the white light came, but he didn't find any clues, and hurriedly looked behind, several thick bamboos collapsed one after another, and a terrifying freezer in front of a bamboo was jammed into a cold glittering kitchen knife.

Hu Feng was very sure that there was a master hidden around him at this moment, and his strength was definitely not bad, if he hesitated for a moment just now, I am afraid that the kitchen knife stuck in the bamboo at this moment would have already split his head into flowers, and the plasma would have cracked, blooming ripples in the air, falling to the ground in a dashing manner, merging with the dead branches and rotting leaves, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

Although he could already imagine the serious consequences, Hu Feng did not have a trace of fear in his heart, it was about killing too many people, and his heart was already numb, and his years of experience and sober mind told him that a quick solution was the best policy regardless of everything.

There was almost no time interval, Hu Feng jumped up again, condensing a terrifying sword aura, three or four zhang long, wrapped around the crimson sword body, like a swaying blood-red giant python, terrifying and terrifying.

Hu Feng made a desperate bet, holding the determination to die together, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, making a sword pose, and suddenly, the calm face was as hideous as a demon, roaring violently, as if pulling Mount Tai with both hands, slashing down, and swept towards the ground.

Before the sword qi arrived, the power had arrived, and the whole person was originally blasted into the dirt Ink Tears, and the body finally slowly got up, and was instantly pressed by the earth-shattering coercion, and was pressed to the ground fiercely, like a demon that had just crawled out of the soil, and was pressed back to the ground, Ink Tears felt that the whole body was almost integrated with the soil, and it collapsed down little by little, feeling that the bones of the whole body were cracking, and the muscles were like tearing paper, pulling apart inch by inch.

The sword qi was about to land, and suddenly a pink streamer flew out from the bamboo forest, and pieces of bamboo leaves and soil formed a straight line behind him, which flashed in front of the ink tears in an instant, and took out two kitchen knives from behind his back, crossed each other and raised them above his head, trying to carry the blood-red sword qi that roared down.

Hu Feng was slightly surprised, seeing that the other party was dressed in a pink light veil, covering his face with a white veil, and there was no trace of fear under his weak body. The eyes that should be full of tenderness actually reveal an unshakable firmness.

Hu Feng was extremely puzzled, no matter who he was, he should not choose to take the initiative to carry his sword, and this seemingly weak and thin girl has now done the most incredible thing in the world, seeing the determination to die revealed in the other party's eyes, Hu Feng's indifferent heart has a little more tenderness.

That inexplicable trace of tenderness could not shake his indifferent heart for many years, as if a sword that could split the earth, the power did not weaken in the slightest, and the speed did not stop in the slightest.

The fiery red sword qi came as scheduled, and the seemingly weak and thin girl fell to the ground in response, and actually blocked the sword alive, almost at the same time, Mo Tear slowly rose from the soil, and when he saw the girl who fell in front of him, he felt extremely familiar.

At this moment, the veil on the girl's face was stained with red blood, and she was lying on the ground weakly wheezing with difficulty, her feet were kicking in extreme pain, and she tried her best to raise her eyes, looking at the ink tears that slowly rose up.

Mo Tear felt that the other party was becoming more and more familiar, slowly crawled over, slowly unveiled her veil, Mo Tear was shocked, slowly helped her up, hugged her into his arms, forced out a smile, and hurriedly asked, "Xiao Xia, are you okay?

Mo Tear's limbs trembled, he covered Xiao Xia's mouth at a loss, and hurriedly looked around, except for the blood he vomited from his mouth, he didn't find any external injuries, which meant that it was even more terrifying, and it could be irreparable internal injuries.

Xiao Xia's face was pale and bloodless, he squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and said in a weak and trembling voice: "Young Master, Xiao Xia may not be able to protect you anymore, Xiao Xia is cold, can you hug Xiao Xia." ”

Mo Tear was heartbroken in an instant, shook his head vigorously, tears flowed quietly, hugged him into his arms, and whispered: "No, no." You're going to be okay. ”

Mo Tear then called out loudly, but unfortunately no one could get up to help him, Gou Jian and Zhao Daqiang joined forces to fight Qian Youqian to the death, and they couldn't get out of their bodies at all, and the other dozen or so guards were also seriously injured and couldn't get up.

Xiao Xia, who has a beautiful face, looked even more beautiful at this time, shook his head weakly, and gasped: "Xiao, Xiao Xia can know the young master in this life, it's enough." ”

Mo Tear was deeply stunned, he didn't roar and cry as he imagined, he didn't cry loudly, he just hugged Xiao Xia, whose body was gradually cold, in his arms, and then took off the cloak wrapped in dirt and wrapped it around her, rubbing it vigorously.

Xiao Xia's eyes gradually became dim, flashing with tears, coughing a few times, and spurting terrifying blood from his mouth, but he still tried to keep smiling.

She still remembers that snowy night more than ten years ago, she was huddled in a ball alone in the corner, her body was thin and almost red from the cold, and there was a group of vicious dogs in front of her, barking wildly, and the terror and cold infected her whole heart.

In that most desperate moment, a boy who was thinner than her, with a stick far greater than his height, rushed desperately in front of her, waving the stick that could not be lifted in either hand, trying to drive the vicious dog away.

Obviously, the thin little boy failed to drive away the vicious dog, but could only protect her to the death, and then a dozen stout men came and killed all the vicious dogs, and she didn't know what happened next.

When she woke up again, she was lying in the very warm bed, next to a thin little boy, out of fear and anxiety, she bit the little boy and did not let go for a long time, to her surprise the little boy did not cry loudly, showed a faint smile, only then did she slowly let go.

In the following years, she and the young master got along day and night, nominally a bed warmer, but in fact, the young master took care of himself most of the time.

Until she was six years old, the head of the family smiled and said to her, "Xiaoxia, do you want to protect the young master?"

She nodded affirmatively, and from then on, it was secret training, day after day, year after year, for this moment.

Thinking back to the beginning of myself in the snow, like a fine grass about to wither in the wind and snow, if it weren't for the young master, I'm afraid I would be looking for death! How could there be more than ten years of carefree and happy time.

At this moment, she quietly looked at Mo Tear's cheeks, slowly raised her hand, wiped the tears on Mo Tear's face tremblingly, and said a sentence in her heart that she would say every day, "Xiao Xia swears to protect the young master." ”

The twin knives on the ground gradually cracked, and with a bang, they shattered into several pieces, and the maid Xiaoxia completed the last breath of the world with a smile in the arms of the ink tears, and closed her eyes calmly.

About Xiao Xia's behavior made his cold heart have a little more tenderness, Hu Feng was not in a hurry to attack, he slowly walked forward with his sword, and said calmly: "There are so many fools in the world! What can you do if you block my blow with your life? It's really not worth it for you! It's so stupid, it's so stupid~"

Hu Feng said and spoke, and finally roared excitedly, repeating the word fool in his mouth, crazy as a demon, incomprehensible.

Facing Xiao Xia, who was raised by his personal maid as a daughter since childhood, lying quietly in Mo Tear's arms at this moment, Mo Tear was not crazy, no yelling, no excitement, not even anger, all he had was two lines of tears, silent tears and a pair of dim and sad eyes.

The heaviest grief is often silent.

At this moment, ink tears give people an extremely quiet state, which is terrifying and terrifying.

Mo Tear quietly kissed Xiao Xia's forehead and slowly put her on the ground.