Black and white, two long swords harvested the lives of the assassins in the moonlight.

The dragon stood there, not moving, watching Xuan Jian remove his wings. Because he knew that these assassins under Xuan Jian would not only not be able to become helpers, but would become obstacles to him.

What's more, under that ancient tree, there is also a great commander of the Mo family.

Jade-faced Wyvern!

He was leaning against the trunk of a tree, his hands on his shoulders, watching it all.

It has been four or five years since Xuan Jian escaped from the net, and over the years, there has been almost no trace of him. It's just that Xuan Qian's cultivation is no longer comparable to what it used to be.

To be able to stand at the top of the net and become a first-class killer, except for the net that has been cultivated since childhood, everyone is a bold outlaw.

Fighting out of this troubled world, the eyesight of the dragon is not comparable to ordinary people. Xuan Qian's swordsmanship is already above him.

With a swing of the sword, the lives of several Assassins were harvested.

By the time the lives of these dozens of assassins were exhausted, Wei Wei already had a detailed understanding of Xuan Qian's cultivation at the moment.

The Dragons never cared about the lives of these people, and all the value of their existence was to get more information about their opponents for the Dragons.

Xuan Jian fell from the sky, and the blood stains on the long sword fell, dripping into the dirt.

"It seems that the great commander of the Mo family has long known that Luo Wang will take action, so he has been waiting here for a long time."

"I just didn't expect that it would be a big fish when it fell into the net."

Zhao Shuang's voice came from behind, but he saw a smile.

"Whether it's a big fish or not depends on whether you have a good appetite."

The twin swords of the dragon were unsheathed, and they leaped forward, their figures bent like a full moon, and the two swords collided with Xuan Qian, bursting into violent sparks in the air.

Leng Feng is facing each other, both sides are two sword streams, and at the beginning, the moves are a little dazzling.

When the dragon's feet landed, only the sound of swords colliding could be heard in the air, and the figures of him and Xuan Jian had already vanished.

The speed was extreme, and this huge mountain became a battlefield for the two of them, occasionally leaving a few phantoms in the void.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the grass and trees are broken.

As the two of them emerged from their fighting state, the dragon landed on a boulder with one foot, and its figure surged backwards and landed on the dirt.

The spirit aura was a little unstable, and in that extreme state, the physical strength and true qi were rapidly consumed. He turned his head to look at his shoulder, there was a bloody wound on it, which was left by Xuan Qian's black blade in the battle just now.

On the other hand, Xuan Jian was much better, there was no wound on his body, and after a short period of pranayama, his body was straighter, and his two swords were in his hands, and he recovered.

"Not good!"

Xuan Qian's state will adjust faster than that of the Dragon, and if it is another round of rapid attacks, he will definitely fall into the downwind, be entangled by Xuan Qian, and fall into a war of attrition.

The body of the dragon retreated sharply, and he didn't want to fight Xuan Jian again at this time. It's just that his speed is not as fast as Xuan Qian.

The black and white blades were close in front of him, and the dragon could only grit his teeth and swing his sword to resist.

A smile appeared on Xuan Qian's face, which was exactly the kind of offensive rhythm he wanted. But at this time, he heard Zhao Shuang's voice in his ears.

"Retreat!"

Xuan Jian reacted almost instinctively, stepped on the ground, stopped the advancing offensive, and at this moment, he felt several powerful killing intents.

The sword light came towards Xuan Jian at this moment. He swung his white sword, interrupting the comer's sword momentum, and the figure quickly retreated, keeping a distance from the dragon.

Just now, if it weren't for Zhao Shuang's reminder, Xuan Jian would probably fall into death.

He fixed his eyes and saw that there were already five more figures around the somewhat embarrassed figure.

"Six Sword Slaves!"

True rigidity, broken water, chaotic spirits, spirits, soul turning, and soul destruction!

The six first-class killers of the net appeared under the moonlight, in the mountains. The Sprite stood up, a smile on his face.

"I wanted to catch the female disciple of the Mo family and ask for the identity of the commander of the Mo family. Now there is no need to bother, it is more convenient to directly seize the commander of the Mo family. ”

Zhao Shuang never moved, but at this moment he walked forward.

"The Six Sword Slaves are dispatched, it seems that the target of the net has been me from the beginning!"

Zhao Shuang walked to Xuan Qian's side, and the other party glanced at Zhao Shuang, but in this situation, Zhao Shuang was still calm.

"The Six Sword Slaves are not trivial, and their joining forces is not to be underestimated."

"Rest assured, they can't work together perfectly at the moment. That's right, Mr. Lu Zhou. ”

Zhao Shuang looked at the Confucian scholar who was holding a messy hand and looked a little polite. In the past, he was the first swordsman in the Jixia School Palace, but at this time, he still seemed a little out of place in the killer group.

"The Great Commander expanded his influence in the land of Qin and Chu, and his tentacles extended to Korea, Dongjun, and even the Central Plains. Even if the net is not moved, other forces will do it sooner or later. We received a secret report that the Great Commander had left Dongjun and was ordered to come in order to take your life. ”

Lu Zhou said slowly, with a calmness in his tone.

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Commander, even if the six of us have not yet been able to fully cooperate, we are still sure that we are six against two. ”

"Not necessarily!"

Zhao Shuang smiled, looked at Xuan Qian, and asked.

"How many can you fight?"

"Among the six sword slaves, the Dragons, Soul Turners, and Soul Destroyers are the weakest, if I do my best, I can hold them back."

"That's good!"

Xuan Jian glanced at Zhao Shuang, a little strange.

"Don't you bring a sword to deal with the Six Sword Slaves?"

"I don't use the sword well!"

"Humph! Then you should study hard in the next life! ”

Zhen Gang swung his sword, and the long sword slapped towards Zhao Shuang's head.

Zhao Shuang glanced at it, and next to the corpses of the Luo Wang assassins scattered on the ground, there was still a sword, which seemed to be extraordinary.

Zhao Shuang stretched out his hand, the sword body trembled slightly, and it was pulled by the sword qi and fell into his hand.

Zhao Shuang's horizontal sword was in front of him, colliding with Zhengang's long sword. The sword qi that was really domineering just now was blocked by Zhao Shuang with one hand.

But at the same time as he caught the true sword intent, his other hand gently swiped in the void, and the blue seal inscription appeared in the air.

"Be careful, this is the Taoist Tiangang sword qi, retreat!"

The chaotic reminder came with the figures of the other five first-class killers, and attacked Zhao Shuang together.

A smile appeared on Xuan Qian's face, and his figure jumped, and when the five people and Zhengang retreated were about to reach the first line, they intercepted the soul turning and destroying the spirit in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Shuang's movements stopped. In the void, the sword qi roared, and the streamer sputtered, shocking the four ruins.

The closest Zhen Gang, the skin and flesh around his body were cut by sword qi one after another, and they were so fine that they couldn't be seen.

As soon as the sword light disappeared, the six sword slaves retreated, and Zhengang's figure fell to the forefront, holding the sword in one hand, and half-kneeling on the ground.

Xuan Jian blocked the chaotic soul and extinguished the spirit, and did not fight with them, but returned to Zhao Shuang, only to hear him sigh slightly.

"I'm just saying that among all martial arts, I'm the least good at using a sword!"

As soon as Zhao Shuang's words were finished, Zhengang's figure couldn't support leaning forward, and a mouthful of blood spit out.