"You ......" The old man still retained the posture of a lore sword, looking at the sword wound on his chest with a blank expression, unable to comprehend everything that happened in an instant.

The wound of the sword wound was very thin and narrow, and there was no trace of blood, which was the result of the opponent's extremely fast shot, which did not make a difference, and hit the heart directly.

"Being able to die under Shangguan Feixue's sword is not an insult to you. The man in white said lightly, stepping over the old man in one step, like stepping over a wooden stake, and did not look back until the old man fell to the ground.

The man in white's bun had been picked off, his long hair was scattered, his stride was even, his pace was steady, and he walked towards the carriage step by step.

In the carriage, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old shivered, watching in horror as the man in white approached step by step, and her upper body leaned down slightly, as if she wanted to use her weak body to protect the baby in the cradle under her.

The man in white was only one step away from the carriage, staring at the baby with a blank face.

The little girl shuddered all over, and a tear slid down her cheek, right on the baby's face. She gave the baby one last look, turned her head stubbornly, and stared bravely at the man in white.

"It's none of your business, I can spare your life, but the man in the cradle must die. The man in white said coldly.

"No! if you want to kill Childe, kill me first. The little girl bit her lip and leaned her upper body even harder, intending to protect the cradle as much as possible, but her eyes were fixed on the man in white.

"Fulfill you. The man in white was expressionless and said lightly.

Out of the sword!

The man in white moved again, without a trace of slackness because he was facing a baby and a weak girl, without wasting a little time, without wasting a trace of strength, with a firm goal and a sword like a rainbow.

Shangguan Feixue, a name that is amazing and glamorous in the world; Shangguan Feixue's sword is like a flying fairy out of the sky, a sword comes out, light as snow, chic and calm, and never misses!

Don't use an elephant to crack a nut?

In the face of babies and girls who have no restraint in their hands, the proud Shangguan Feixue just used it, without hesitation, a sword, unstoppable!

Zheng!

At the moment when the tip of the sword was about to pierce the little girl's body, a sword stabbed out, and the tip of the sword of the sword of the sword

Accidentally, a sword came from the bottom of the carriage and stabbed out so silently!

Boom!

Sou!

Hiss!

The dark plate at the bottom of the carriage shattered in response, and a figure flew out, the long sword turned sharply, and the blade of the sword approached Shangguan Feixue!

In the process, the figure raised its left hand, and the flying needle broke through the air and sank into the thin horse's neck.

The thin horse was frightened, and with a neigh, his hooves rose into the air, and he galloped down the valley with the carriage!

In a thousandth of a breath, the sword blade was already approaching Shangguan Feixue!

Shangguan Feixue, who never retreated, retreated, reversed the sword momentum, held the sword in his chest, and his figure retreated violently!

Rao is like this, the opponent's sword blade has passed, and Shangguan Feixue's chest has blood spilled!

Except for the sound of horses' hooves fading away, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

"Unexpected. Halfway, Shangguan Feixue said lightly, not because there was a killer hidden at the bottom of the horse, not because he was actually injured, but because he was surprised by the person who made the shot.

The figure belonged to a middle-aged man, covered in a gray robe, his face did not change, and he stared coldly at Shangguan Feixue.

"Hey!" Shangguan Feixue let out a long sigh, "You know that you are not my opponent, why bother." ”

"If you want to hurt your son, you can't kill me first. The middle-aged man bent his elbow and held the sword and said slowly.

Shangguan Feixue glanced at the long canyon ahead, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves filled the valley and was about to disperse.

The sun was setting, the afterglow was just gone, and the light and shadow were dimmed.

Shangguan Feixue moved again, and with a glance, he struck out sharply!

No one could resist Shangguan Feixue's frontal blow, and everyone who tried to block him was already dead.

Poof!

No accidents, one hit.

Shangguan Feixue was surprised, why didn't the other party hide? Why did he leave himself such a big empty door? He was absolutely confident that he could kill the other party, but he definitely didn't think that he could kill so easily.

Shangguan Feixue looked at the liquid gushing out of the middle-aged man's chest suspiciously, and suddenly his heart was cold, and he wanted to draw his sword and retreat. At this time, his sword intent had been lost, the sword momentum had disappeared, the tip of the sword struck into the chest of the middle-aged man, and the back pierced out, and the blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged man was calm as usual, his left hand rushed out, and he grabbed Shangguan Feixue's sword blade, and the sharp blade cut through the palm, cutting through the flesh and blood, and reaching the metacarpal bone.

The middle-aged man was unmoved, firmly imprisoning Shangguan Feixue's sword.

You can hide but not hide, and fight for your life!

The middle-aged man's resolute counterattack made Shangguan Feixue's heart chill again, and his mind was full of lightning, and he let go of the hilt of the sword, and the figure burst back again.

But, it's too late!

The middle-aged man's long sword swept across the air, and Shangguan Feixue's body was bursting back, falling down, and kneeling heavily on the loess. A chill ran through his neck, and a little blood spilled out.

The blood spots are more and more and denser.

Another gust of wind rose.

"For ...... Why?" this was Shangguan Feixue's last sentence to the world.

"Childe must not die!" was the last sentence that the middle-aged man left to the world.

......

Above the void, an old man with fluttering hair looked at everything that was happening in front of him with deep meaning. Behind him, stood a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in a purple shirt.

"Master, why didn't you make a move just now?" the young man asked.

"There is a providence in the underworld, and you must remember that you must not interfere with the mortal world at any time and disturb the world. The old man said.

"That Childe ......"

"The little boy will not die, and he cannot die. ”

"What is the origin of that son?"

"The stakes are high, and the secrets of eternity are involved. It seems that the prophecy has come true, and something has to be done. The old man said thoughtfully, stroked his arm, rolled up his long sleeves, and disappeared thousands of miles away with the purple-shirted young man in an instant.