I won't make a move on Shang Jiuge. ”

"You can let me go."

These two sentences echoed on the banks of the Yellow River.

But Shang Li looked at Ning Huan: "Do you treat me as a three-year-old child?" ”

The wrinkles on Shang Li's face did not move at all.

"If I put Jiu Ge's life on the credibility of a Demon Sect Elder, I don't know if you're stupid or I'm stupid?"

was sarcastic by Shang Li like this, but Ning Huan didn't look angry at all.

"Don't look like this." He smiled slightly: "In today's duel, if it is really fought, it is very likely that one of you and I will die, and the head of the Shang Sect must be sure, is the person who died me and not you?" ”

There will be one death between us.

Ning Huan said the key to this duel.

Ning Huan was no longer willing to engage in this inconsequential battle with Shang Li.

At first, Ning Huan wanted to fight quickly, so he directly chose to attack close after the tentative attack, and Shang Li's sword made Ning Huan retract his original idea.

He has cultivated the Great Compassion Fu for twenty-four years, and now he is going to the Central Plains, which is to re-leave his name to this Jianghu.

If his opening game is to kill Shang Li, the head of Huashan, this is perfect.

But when Shang Li showed his sword, Ning Huan had already given up the idea of fighting to the death with the other party.

Or rather, a battle that might kill him was something Ning Huan absolutely didn't want.

He had only just begun his journey, so he would not die easily at the place where he began.

"Then please ask Senior Ning to turn around now and return to the Western Regions." Shang Li quietly raised the sword of Shenshang, the blade of which was as bright as autumn water, without any scars and flaws.

Ning Huan lowered his head and laughed, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, until his laughter echoed across the banks of the Yellow River, and even the surging Yellow River water trembled slightly.

"Interesting." Ning Huan smiled: "Interesting. ”

"If you really want to die, then let the sword in our hands determine the last of the living."

Saying this, Ning Huan stretched out his right hand straight, only to see that the bone erosion sword that had just fallen to the ground was spinning and rising on the ground, and finally returned to Ning Huan's hand.

The red-clothed young man stared coldly, and waved his sword at Shang Li in front of him: "Come and fight." ”

Shang Li looked at Ning Huan in red, and then looked at the Sanshang Sword in his hand, and at this moment, he found that his judgment of Ning Huan was a little off.

Originally, he thought that Ning Huan chose to cultivate the Heaven and Earth Conquest Yin Yang Great Compassion Fu, which was a heaven-locking opportunity to find immortality, and he must have cherished his life extremely much, as long as he could show the possibility of killing him, he would retreat with his life.

And Ning Huan's previous performance has always been firm in Shang Li's feelings.

And it was only at this moment that he believed that Ning Huan really had the idea of deciding to fight to the death.

After all, any master is the one who survives from the endless life-and-death confrontation to the end, and Ning Huan will definitely not experience less life-and-death confrontations than himself, only more.

And these comfortable years in the past have not completely worn out the ambition of this Supreme Elder to fight.

However, at this time, since they have met on a narrow road, there is no possibility of retreating.

Shang Li held the sword in his hand, and gently shook the sword body, and a long roar like a dragon's groan came out from the shaking of the sword body.

"Let's fight." Shang Li let out a long sigh and also took a step forward.

……

……

In the summer of the thirty-second year of Tianlu, Ning Huan, the elder of the Luo Sect, entered the Central Plains from the Western Regions, and the head of Huashan was blocked, and the two fought a bloody battle on the bank of the Yellow River.

In the end, it was a draw.

Or the merchant is defeated.

Shang Li returned to Huashan and could not go out of retreat.

Ning Huan continued to move forward, straight into the Central Plains, and disappeared.

The world shook.

Los Angeles, Xiao Soul Inn, Fang Bei took off the copper pipe that transmitted the message from the snow-white carrier pigeon's feet, and after reading the news, he stretched out his hand and flicked the copper pipe to Shang Jiu Ge on the side.

Today's battle is still a bit boring, for Shang Jiuge, maybe the first day has already come to the strongest Jianghu knights in the vicinity, and the quality of the second day is not even as good as the first day.

Of course, Shang Jiu Ge has now alleviated the condition of the Nine Yin Absolute Pulse in his body through the Pure Glass Formula, and his strength has directly come to the peak of the second grade, and there is only one step away from the first grade, if there is really that young hero who can defeat Shang Jiu Ge at this time, it is a big event that will shock the rivers and lakes.

For example, the young man standing next to Shang Jiuge at this time.

Shang Jiuge took the brass pipe, opened it, looked at it once, closed it, opened it again, and looked at it again from beginning to end.

Then gently rolled the snow-white mulberry paper into a roll in his hand, put it on his fingertips, and put it in front of his eyes: "It's a little strange." ”

Shang Jiu Ge said.

"It's kind of weird." Fang Bei nodded and said.

"What's strange?" Shang Jiu Ge looked at Fang Bei and said.

"Didn't you say the strange first?" Fang Bei said with a straight smile.

It was already night outside.

Just because Fang Bei said that there might be news about the duel between Shang Li and Ning Huan as soon as tonight, so Shang Jiu Ge would accompany Fang Bei to wait until now.

The result is really waiting.

Shang Jiu Ge shook her head a little helplessly, in fact, she was very bad at dealing with players like Fang Bei: "If it was Senior Brother who made a move, it was hard for me to imagine that the two of them would end in a draw." ”

Masters compete with each other, life and death, not to mention that Shang Li is still a master of the world's swordsmanship, and the sword is even more eyeless, unless these two are playing tacit ball, otherwise, it is impossible for such a result to occur.

"It's not a draw." Fang Bei quietly vetoed Shang Jiuge's statement: "Shang Li returned to Huashan, but Ning Huan continued to go to the Central Plains, which is obviously Shang Li's defeat." ”

"Senior brother will not be defeated." Shang Jiu Ge shook his head and said.

"Unless." This little Huashan junior aunt hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Unless he doesn't want to kill Ning Huan." ”

Speaking of which, even Shang Jiuge felt a little incredible.

If Shang Li had a chance to kill Ning Huan, then what reason was there not to kill him?

"He may not want to kill, but more often than not." Fang Bei said as he looked at the night outside.

There was no moon in the night, only the noisy chirping of cicadas echoing endlessly, and the faint sound of frogs could be heard.

"Can't be killed?" Shang Jiu Ge turned his head to look at Fang Bei.

"Yes, you can't kill, if Shang Li wasn't sure that he could kill Ning Huan at no cost, he wouldn't do it." Fang Bei said in a deep voice.

Then he sighed: "As I said, you don't have the ability to inherit the foundation of Huashan now, let alone support the façade of the head of Huashan." ”

"So Shang Li can't die."

"Even if he goes down the mountain, he has to make sure he survives."

"So, I believe that the two of them must have reached an agreement that only the two of them know."

Fang Bei said this, and looked at Shang Jiuge: "If I'm not mistaken, the agreement is very likely to be related to you." ”