It's just a pretense that you want me to escort you," Yang Muyun stared into her eyes and said, "Actually, you still want me to go with you to the grassland to see your Great Khan, right?" ”

"I do need your escort, but it's not a pretense," Yuan Qi'er smiled faintly: "And I hope you don't meet with me the Great Khan, but my father," Seeing that Yang Muyun was silent, he continued: "My father is the person who actually holds power on the grassland, and you should have heard of his name......"

"How could I not know the prestige of the first master?" Yang Muyun said calmly: "Although Yang is a small person, he is also a minister, and he will go to the Khan Court with you to see the first master in private, right?" ”

"Isn't it also a private move for you to escort me back to the grassland?" Yuan Qi'er smiled, "By the way, I met my father, is it a loss of your courtiership?" ”

Yang Muyun was speechless for a while, the last thing a man should do is to debate with a woman. He looked away, only to see the strange man in black sitting quietly with his eyes closed, a thin mist rising above his head. Yang Muyun's eyes froze, knowing that he was exercising his skills to drive away the poison, only to see that the black-clothed strange man's face turned blue and white, and suddenly became blood red, and two black lines faintly rose on his face that wanted to drip blood. The black line slowly rises from the side of the face to the forehead......

"I didn't expect this person's skill to be so profound," the expression on Yuan Qi'er's face also became solemn, "The palm poison on the Uswan Tantric Heart-Destroying Seal is extraordinary, and he can force it out. As she spoke, she saw the mist rising above the head of the black-clothed stranger gradually turn black, and after half a pillar of incense, it gradually turned white again until it all dissipated. The black lines on his forehead had disappeared, and the blood-red color on his face had faded until it had returned to normal.

"He succeeded." A look of horror appeared on Yang Muyun's face.

Lao Fang slowly opened his eyes at this time, stared at the black-clothed strange man sitting opposite him, and spit out a sentence from his mouth for a while, "Are you recovered?" ”

"I can't die yet." The strange man in black replied stiffly.

"Good!" Lao Fang slowly closed his eyes again.

"The final battle is coming." Yuan Qi'er said silently, as if she was telling Yang Muyun.

"Hmm." Yang Muyun tapped his chin, feeling that the air in the entire lobby seemed to be about to freeze.

"The sound of bangs outside has been knocked five times, and it has been five watches.

The strange man in black took a deep breath, opened his eyes, looked deeply at the old room sitting opposite, and said, "Let's do it!" ”

"No hurry!" Lao Fang said lightly. I saw him slowly take off the long box behind him, lay it flat on the table, and looked at the strange man in black level, "You take out the knife!" ”

"You haven't shown your weapon yet." The strange man in black sat still, and had no intention of making a move.

"You want me to show my blade first?" Lao Fang's eyes flashed with a different color, and he said leisurely: "I'm afraid." ”

"What are you afraid of?" The strange man in black asked.

"I'm afraid you won't have a chance to draw your sword." Lao Fang's eyes narrowed.

The fierce eyes of the strange man in black shrank, and the hand holding the knife tightened.

"Are you scared?" The corners of Lao Fang's mouth curled slightly.

"In a little while it will be dawn." The strange man in black slowly closed his eyes after saying this.

A sneer hung on Lao Fang Muran's face, and he put one hand on the long box.

The lobby was dull again.

"Are you sleepy?" Yang Muyun glanced at Yuan Qi'er, saw that her face was tired, and comforted: "It's better to go back to the room and rest, your body is ......."

Yuan Qi'er shook her head, but her eyes became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, as if someone was coming down from the stairs.

Yang Muyun frowned, "It's almost dawn, and the guests upstairs are coming out one after another, I'm afraid this fight won't be successful." ”

"No" Yuan Qi'er narrowed her shining eyes and said categorically: "They're about to do it." ”

"Ahh

His voice was only halfway out, and a blood-colored flying rainbow flew towards the black-clothed stranger, and Lao Fang finally made a move.

The strange man in black did not move at all, but the man moved out like a ghost. He was fast, Lao Fang's sword was faster, and before he could stand still, Lao Fang's sword arrived, so he could only force him to move away quickly again. Both of them are almost at the limit, and ordinary people can't help but dazzle when they see it, and they will feel dizzy......

"That old house didn't say much," Yuan Qi'er didn't blink her eyes, and said with a look of surprise: "If he makes a move first, the strange man in black really won't have a chance to make a move." She watched the old house open the box, took out a blood-colored long sword, and stabbed it out, everything was like lightning.

Yang Muyun didn't speak, he only felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little tense, the strange man in black seemed to be careless, and he fell behind everywhere, but he didn't panic at all, and he dodged the old house's killing moves, without the slightest embarrassment.

"He will definitely be able to break the offensive of the old house." Yang Muyun said secretly in his heart.

The black-clothed strange man moved to a corner of the lobby, his body froze, and the blood-colored long sword in Lao Fang's hand rolled up like a whirlwind, slashing from the side of his neck to his abdomen, with such force that it seemed to be able to cut his whole person in half.

"Ahh

Yang Muyun also looked at it tightly, "Is this the end of it?" ”

The blood flashed, but no blood splattered, and the figure of the strange man in black disappeared like air.

"Not good!" Lao Fang's heart was shocked, and the long sword turned around, but he saw a flash of black light.

A buzzing sound that shook people's eardrums fluttered, and a dazzling blood-colored color flew up, and the sound of "dang" was nailed to the table where the two of them had sit, and it turned out to be the broken blade of the blood-colored long sword.

Lao Fang's figure retreated a few feet, and he took out a crystal blue long sword from the long box.

"Second Sword ......" The eyes of the black-clothed stranger narrowed slightly.

Lao Fang's figure had leaped up, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, it slashed out a sword light that swept towards the black-clothed strange man like a huge wave.

The black-clothed strange man did not dodge or dodge, standing against the sword light like a huge wave, seeing that his whole body was about to be engulfed by the crystal blue sword light in the sky, the sound of "bang" was like a crisp sound of metal breaking, and the sword light in the sky like a wave disappeared suddenly, "" A crystal blue broken sword was inserted into the wooden pillar of the lobby, buzzing and trembling.

Lao Fang's second sword was also cut off by the strange man in black.

broke two swords in succession, and Lao Fang laughed instead of anger, "Wonderful! Wonderful! It's been thirty years, and you're the first to let me use my third sword. ”

"No matter how many swords you wield, it's the same in front of me." The strange man in black said coldly.

"Really?" Lao Fang stopped laughing, and his eyes became sharper than the sharpest blade, "My third sword has been used, and no one has been able to spare his life." ”

"Very good," the black-clothed stranger's gaze also became sharp, and he said coldly, "My knife will tell you that you can't save my life." ”

Hearing his words, Lao Fang's face was expressionless, but he closed his eyes slightly, and a fierce sword aura was invisibly drumming around him.

The corners of the black-clothed stranger's clothes also moved, he held the scabbard tightly, the green tendons on the back of his hand bulged, and he looked at the still old house with a solemn expression.

Yang Muyun and Yuan Qi'er felt an indescribable aura pressing them, and it was difficult to even take a breath.

"The last sword," Yuan Qi'er exhaled slightly, her chest was a little undulating, but her face was still very excited, "After this sword is used, the victory and defeat will be dissolved." ”

"It's really worth it to see such a spectacular battle." Yang Muyun's cheeks were slightly red from excitement.

Yuan Qi'er nodded happily.

"It seems that what you said is right, the one who calms down to the end is the real master." Yang Muyun glanced at Yuan Qi'er and said to her.

Yuan Qi'er smiled, as if she suddenly remembered something and said to Yang Muyun: "Muyun, let's make a bet?" ”

Hearing her call out her name deeply, Yang Muyun glanced at her strangely: "What bet?" ”

"Let's guess who will win," Yuan Qi'er rubbed her hands, and the corners of her lips hooked upward, "Whoever guesses correctly can make a request to the other party, how about it, bet or not?" ”

"This ......" Yang Muyun hesitated and did not respond to her in time.

"Manly husband, what do you do with your mother-in-law?" Yuan Qi'er said with some dissatisfaction: "It's just a bet, it's so unpleasant." ”

Provoked by her like this, Yang Muyun raised his head, "Okay, bet on it, you guess first, who will win?" ”

"Really? You can't go back. Yuan Qi'er picked her delicate chin, and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"What does she mean by this, could it be that she ......" Yang Muyun didn't have time to think about it, and stiffened up, "A manly man, it's difficult to say a word."

Chase, of course, do not regret it. ”

"Okay, don't say I'm calculating you, you guess first." Yuan Qi'er's pretty face straightened, and she looked at the two people who were facing each other.

At this time, Lao Fang's clothes bulged slightly, and there was a fierce sword aura all around him, and then he looked at the strange man in black, but he was not shocked, and was invisibly suppressed by the other party's sword qi.

"Lao Fang will definitely win." Yang Muyun said quietly.

"Why?" Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, "Just because he said that as soon as the third sword came out, didn't there be a living mouth under the sword?" ”

"It's the powerful aura emanating from his body," Yang Muyun seemed to be confident, and met Yuan Qi'er's gaze, "The key battle, life and death are at stake, and the momentum must not be weak." ”

"Then I'll bet on him to win," Yuan Qi'er glanced at the stranger in black and said with a smile: "I have a different opinion from you, show the enemy weakness, lure him to make a move, and then reverse a blow, then the general trend will be decided!" ”

"Why do I think you're talking about the art of war?" Yang Muyun looked at her strangely and asked.

"It's all the same," the corners of Yuan Qi'er's lips hooked two shallow pear vortices, "The battle between the two is like the confrontation between two armies, not only by momentum, but also by brains......" said with his eyes rolling on him.

"Is she saying I'm brainless?" Yang Muyunfang slowly eased his taste, and glared at her with some dissatisfaction.

The two confronted each other for a long time, but neither of them made a move. At this time, some early guests had gathered on the stairs, and they did not dare to go down when they saw this situation, and stood on the stairs and whispered.

The candles in the lobby lit all night, and the flames slowly weakened. At this time, the curtain at the door of the inn stirred, and a cool breeze of morning light blew in quietly, dimming the candles in the lobby.

"Choking" The third sword of the old house was out of the box, and it stabbed at the black-clothed monster silently like a cool breeze.

With a "snort", the left arm of the black-clothed stranger holding the knife was cut open by the blade of the old house, and although the clothes were torn, it did not hurt the skin. The black-clothed monster didn't have time to draw his sword, and his body moved slightly, sliding out like a ghost.

Before his body could be established, he shook his body and slid out again, and the sound of cracking silk sounded, and a sword was cut on his back, and if he was slow, the skin and flesh on his back had been cut.

Yang Muyun was stunned from the side, because he didn't see the sword of the old envoy at all. I saw that as soon as he waved his hand, a hole appeared on the body of the black-clothed stranger, but he couldn't see the sword body at all, "Is his sword invisible?" Yang Muyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but say.

"Yes, his third sword is invisible," Yuan Qi'er nodded slightly on the side: "You can't see where his sword is at all, the sword is not there, but it is everywhere, it is really unguardable." ”

"Could it be the legendary Swordworth?" Yang Muyun said in surprise.

"Impossible," Yuan Qi'er's eyebrows frowned slightly, "He is a human, not an immortal, even if he is strong in sword practice, it is impossible to reach this step, there must be something strange in the middle." As he spoke, the strange man in black had been hit by five or six swords in a row, and in some places he had injured his skin, and blood was faintly oozing out, and he looked precarious.

"It looks like he's in a bad situation," Yang Muyun's gaze swept Yuan Qi'er, "Your bet is about to lose." ”

"Not necessarily," Yuan Qi'er's eyes stared at the middle of the field for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "It's not the end yet, what you said is inevitably early." ”

Yang Muyun smiled and did not refute her.

The figures of the two moved faster and faster, and their shots became more and more dazzling, and after a few suffocating exchanges, the black-clothed strange man was hit by several more swords, but he never drew his sword. Seeing that Yuan Qi'er couldn't help but worry.

The figure of the strange man in black moved to the top of the stairs, and the old house also followed him, and with a movement of his wrist, it seemed to stab at him. I heard a scream, it turned out to be the woman in the front of the stairs who saw the two hit the staircase, she was shocked, she couldn't help screaming, and with a raised hand, a silk scarf in her hand floated down the stairs.

The silk scarf flew in front of the old house, but it was suspended in the air, and it did not land, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned, at this moment of lightning, a bright light flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed stranger, and the left hand holding the knife tightened, and the knife was out of the sheath.