Lu Sheng didn't answer, because at this moment, Xie Jianhao was already a dead man in his eyes.

Xie Jianhao was still holding his sword, which was like a stick with eyebrows, and the sword seemed to be drawn out inch by inch by an invisible hand. The cold light of the sword body flickered, and the cold sword intent rushed to his face.

The sword in Lu Sheng's hand suddenly trembled violently, perhaps unwilling to be provoked by the other party, he broke free of Lu Sheng's hand and stabbed into the dirt under his feet, until the entire scabbard was submerged in the dirt.

The palm of the hand opened, and there was a crisp sound like a dragon's groan.

The cold iron sword jumped out of its scabbard and fell into Lu Sheng's hand. In an instant, the essence of Lu Sheng's temperament changed.

If the sword is not unsheathed, Lu Sheng is a son, such as jade. So Lu Sheng, who was out of the sheath of the cold sword, was the autumn leaves.

If a poet passes by at this moment, he may suddenly feel a sense when he sees Lu Sheng's back, revealing a boundless falling wood......

The Thirteen Swords of Death are the swords of the Killing Dao, but they are not the swords of the Killing Path. Killing is like autumn, where the fallen leaves are withered and the grass is yellow and sandy.

At this moment, Lu Sheng is a person with a story in Xie Jianhao's eyes, and the loneliness and gloom in his eyes are full of vicissitudes. And every master who becomes famous must be a life full of stories and legends.

Xie Jianhao smiled, the sword in his hand seemed to have receded from mottling, and the sword body peeled off inch by inch, revealing a truly gorgeous sword body that was wrapped in the sword body.

On the body of the sword, the stars are shining, as if inlaid with countless diamonds.

"Star-striped iron ......" Lu Sheng muttered in a low voice, looking at Xie Junhao's eyes, but a flash of pity flashed.

Liu Shengyannan looked at the two young faces in front of him silently, in his twenties, but he was peerless. A pillar of spiritual power, breaking through the clouds.

These two people will definitely become the mainstay of Shenzhou's martial arts in the future, but now, Liu Sheng Yannan wants to completely destroy them.

Liu Shengyan's knife is a demon knife, and the whole body is bright red, as if soaked in blood.

This knife has a legendary name for Muramasa!

Liu Sheng Yannan is fully qualified to have a star-striped divine weapon like Xie Jianhao. However, what he loves most is this legendary demon knife.

"Is Jiannan dead?"

This sentence, Liu Shengyan man should not ask it. On the eve of the decisive battle, he could not shake his mind, he needed to freeze his heart and leave his life behind.

Because the martial arts of the Wa Kingdom pay attention to killing with one blow, life and death may be between breathing. Therefore, during the decisive battle, not only must the body be at its peak, but also the breathing and mood must be extremely peaceful.

Still, he asked.

Because Yanagi Jiannan is his son, the only son. Even though his son must have died, he couldn't help but ask.

"It's dead!" Gai Ying replied coldly, without the slightest hesitation or tactfulness. Two words, so crisp.

Although he already knew in his heart that Yanagi Jiannan, who stayed in the Tuyin Gate, would definitely die. But when he really heard the answer, Yanagi Yanan found that he was not as accepting of reality as he thought.

The knife held in front of him trembled slightly.

"You killed it?"

"No!" Gai Ying was honest.

Lu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Liu Sheng Jiannan...... It's a miserable death...... He was hacked to death by us.

When he died, he lay on the ground like a dog and begged us to let him go. But as you know, we've never been merciful to the Wakos, so we cut them to a pulp with one knife at a time......"

Yanagi's knife trembled, trembling violently. But his face was calm, and there was not a hint of anger in his face.

Lu Jian knew that his words had worked, even if Liu Shengyan's face was calm, his breathing was already chaotic.

"So...... Die, all of you!"

A sword light turned into a moat and fell, as if it was about to split the earth in two.

"Boom-"

The endless sword qi exploded like dappled sunlight through the leaves, and the waves of air rose and the smoke exploded.

Xie Jianhao's sword suddenly moved, and the entire sword body bloomed with dazzling brilliance as if it had been electrified. It's as gorgeous as fireworks exploding in the air.

His swordsmanship is gorgeous, even gorgeous, and one can't help but fall into it. And once anyone falls into this dreamlike swordsmanship, then he will also be killed with a smile on his face.

A flash of surprise flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes, this was not attracted by Xie Jian's luxurious and beautiful swordsmanship, but Xie Jianhao's swordsmanship, he saw the shadow of a flying immortal outside the sky.

Because Lu Sheng's flying immortals outside the sky are the kind of swordsmanship that is as intoxicating as a dream. But Xie Jianhao's sword is much worse than that of the Flying Immortals outside the sky. Xie Jianhao's sword, although it is also gorgeous and dreamy, does not have the dusty sword intent of flying immortals outside the sky.

Go and stay unintentionally, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, pampered and humiliated, and wander with the clouds outside the sky. This is the flying immortal outside the sky that Ye Gucheng sat on the top of the white clouds and comprehended.

Xie Jianhao's sword can be regarded as a tiger at most, but it is not an anti-dog.

But Xie Jianhao seemed to be very satisfied with his swordsmanship, and even more satisfied with Lu Sheng's pensive expression.

When Lu Sheng's eyes were in front of him, the peacock opened the screen. Countless glows, the moment they bloomed in the field of vision, Lu Sheng took out his sword.

It was as if a long rainbow was running through the sun, and a meteor pierced into the endless glow.

Xie Jianhao, who was still proudly hanging on his face just now, his face changed suddenly.

Lu Sheng's sword has not yet arrived, but the sword intent has already broken to the tip of his eyebrows. That sword was so fast, the fast Xie Jianhao didn't have time to change his moves, so he could only retreat violently.

The figure seemed to be pressed backwards, and in an instant, it was still moving forward rapidly, and in an instant, the person had retreated as much as three feet.

Xie Jianhao's face changed, and there was a tingling pain in his eyebrows. Gently stretched out his hand and wiped away a trace of blood from the center of his eyebrows.

Almost, he died!" Xie Jianhao thought with palpitations.

"Who gave you the courage...... Death in front of me?" Lu Sheng's eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot.

When Xie Jianhao retreated quickly, Lu Sheng understood that it was not that Xie Jianhao's swordsmanship was really so similar to the Flying Immortals from the sky, but that this thing was purely dying.

When Liu Qingyun and Bu Feiyan fought a decisive battle, Xie Jianhao must have been present. Therefore, he must have seen the flying immortal that fell from the sky.

The shock of that sword is still a legend today.

It was also the brilliance of that moment that Lu Sheng got a large number of fans and won the title of Sword Master.

But Lu Sheng didn't expect that night, in addition to capturing a large number of people to eat melons, he also captured Xie Jianhao, the Southern Sword God thirty years ago.

Lu Sheng couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

Fang Cai's sword was not Xie Jianhao's sword dao, but his imitation of the flying immortals outside the sky.

Those with hand-disabled hands can be cured by chopping their hands, and those with brain-disabled hands have no medicine to treat. Flying Immortals Outside the Sky, is this a move that can be imitated? If it weren't for Xie Jianhao's fast running, Lu Sheng's sword would have made him die with hatred!

"That's not right...... Your move is not an immortal flying out of the sky...... No......" Xie Jianhao's face suddenly became hideous, the sword move was wrong, and the sword intent was not right......

"Who told you that I will only fly immortals out of the sky?" Lu Sheng looked at Xie Jianhao, who was entangled, speechlessly.

Just as he was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to give him a ride, Xie Jianhao suddenly raised his head and stared at Lu Sheng with red eyes.

"Why don't you use the Flying Immortals, have you forgotten how you got the name of your Sword Master?"

"Is it the first time for you to fight someone, what move do I use, what do I have to do with you!" Lu Sheng's voice landed, his figure suddenly flickered, and the figure flickered, appearing in front of Xie Jianhao like a ghost.

"The first sword—"

A sword of slaughter exploded in an instant, as if the whole world was gloomy.

The boundless yellow sand is flying, and the black clouds are about to collapse.

The Thirteen Swords of Death were finally displayed in this world for the first time.

Sword after sword, like the chase of death, the target is not dead, and the sword momentum is not stopped.

Facing Lu Sheng's sword of death, Xie Jianhao's swordsmanship finally changed. The sword danced, swirling and sliding rapidly in the palm of his hand. It was as if there was an invisible hand in the palm of his hand controlling the long sword.

The sword light flashed, completely engulfing Xie Jianhao's figure. In the sword light, Xie Jianhao's figure suddenly became extremely hazy. It's as if the space has been distorted, and it has been isolated from the world.

Lu Sheng's life-killing sword stabbed into the sword light fiercely. This sword, however, was like a sword piercing into the middle, and the blade was strangely twisted, as if it had been cut off.

Lu Sheng's heart was suddenly shocked, he really underestimated Xie Jianhao before. Thirty years ago, this was a figure known as the Southern Sword God.

This is also Xie Jianhao's real sword path, the sword light tears the air, and even distorts the space, he is obviously in front of him, but it is like a mirror.

Lu Sheng's sword almost brushed Xie Jianhao's ears and skimmed by, his body was like smoke, and he passed by Xie Jianhao.

The figure flashed instantly, and the second sword shot out without a pause. With this sword, Lu Sheng changed the target, but chose a chest with a larger range.

The long sword stabbed into Xie Jianhao's sword light fiercely with endless slaughter. The distorted figure, like a reflection in the water, mottled the sunlight and dispelled the reflection.

The sword didn't enter Xie Jianhao's chest, but it seemed to pierce a shadow. Lu Sheng's body passed through Xie Jianhao's body like smoke, but his heart was raised at that moment.

A qi machine instantly struck Lu Sheng's back. This sword did not give Lu Sheng the slightest chance to breathe.

However, Lu Sheng doesn't need to breathe. Thirteen swords that kill will not give the opponent a respite, nor will it give himself a respite.

The sword is out of the back, and the sword is like a laser.

Ding——

With a crisp sound, a cloud of sparks exploded like fireworks.

Lu Sheng's figure retreated violently, turning into catkins and gently landing on the eaves above his head.

Xie Jianhao's body no longer has sword light, but his figure is still hazy. It's not that he's already put away his sword, it's that his sword is too fast and beyond the sight of a person.

"Aren't you going to cast the Flying Immortals Beyond the Sky, this may be your last chance!" Xie Jianhao's voice was a little angry, as angry as he was when he was looked down upon by Lu Sheng last time.

Last time, Lu Sheng said that he forgot to bring a sword, so Xie Jianhao left unwillingly. But this time, Lu Sheng brought a sword, but he was still unwilling to perform that fascinating move.

The desire for that move surpassed Xie Jianhao's current mission, he wanted to see the beauty of that move again, even if he died under that sword, Xie Jianhao could die with a smile.

"Have you ever heard of a sword technique that fell from the sky?" Lu Sheng asked lightly.

"Flying Immortals from the Sky?"

"Thirteen swords of death!" The words landed, and Lu Sheng's figure suddenly fell from the sky.