The long sword in the white-robed man's hand had been returned to the sheath at some point, and he was carrying it behind him.

He defeated his opponent, but there was no joy on his face, but there was an indescribable loneliness.

"The thirteen kinds of Qimen blades in the Central Plains, the so-called 'crane claw sickle', turned out to be nothing more than that." The white-robed man muttered softly, "I just hope that the rest won't teach me to disappoint." ”

At this time, the field fell into a dead silence, and countless pairs of shocked eyes stared at the white-robed man, and it was difficult to hide the disbelief on his face.

'Qinghe' Liu Song's name is reckless, and his prestige is famous, and he is by no means famous, but he can't resist the sword of this white-robed man!

With only one sword, the white-robed man slashed Liu Song under the sword.

What kind of amazing swordsmanship is this?

What an unfathomable martial art is this?

Although there were hundreds of pairs of eyes present, but the white-robed man hit the air with a sword, how he shot, and what kind of swordsmanship he used to kill Liu Song, no one could see the mystery, but everyone knew that this white-robed man was far more powerful than anyone imagined!

Under a sword, Liu Song had no resistance to kill Huangquan, such a sword technique is really unpredictable, looking at the size of the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that few people have this means.

The falling feathers in the field could be heard, there was silence, no one dared to speak, and no one even dared to pant loudly, lest they startle the white-robed man, and then such a terrifying swordsmanship? Fall on your own head.

The white-robed man's sharp eyes looked around the audience, his eyes were full of disdain, as if to say, "You people are not worthy of my attack." ”

He had already turned around and walked towards the door. Every step is still one foot and seven inches. It's the same as when you came.

"Stand...... Hold it! "That's when it happened. Suddenly, a trembling voice was heard.

This person was Yan Hongyue, his body trembled with fear, and even his voice trembled a little, as if he had used all his strength to shout: "You...... You wicked thief, return my master's life. ”

After drinking this, his courage seemed to surge again, fear subsided, anger and hatred prevailed. Gritting his teeth fiercely, in the sound of choking, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword pointed at the white-robed man.

Yan Hongyue's other four junior disciples also woke up at the same time, and the master was beheaded in front of him, and this hatred and shame could only be washed away with blood.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

The five winds sounded almost at the same time, and Yan Hongyue and the five of them came out with red eyes, although they were extremely angry, but after all, they were the same martial arts, and they knew everything about their respective martial arts. Five joined forces, some with swords. Some use knives, some swing punches, some kick, and some urge palm power...... The five different offensives are actually extremely harmoniously coordinated, and the layers of energy that are stirring up are even more difficult to splash.

The white-robed man still walked unhurriedly, without looking back, as if he didn't feel the sacrificial attack from behind him.

Yan Hongyue's faces couldn't help but show joy.

Seeing that the attack was about to be added, the white-robed man suddenly struck out with a backhand elbow, lightly tearing through Yan Hongyue's defense and slamming into Yan Hongyue's chest.

Yan Hongyue roared in the sky, vomited blood in his mouth, staggered backwards, and the long sword in his hand also fell to the ground.

The white-robed man didn't say a word, stretched out his hand to support the fallen long sword, and the next moment the sword light was like a long rainbow, suddenly flashing, and the remaining four people screamed miserably, and the center of their eyebrows was opened by a sword mark.

After he swung this sword, he stuck the long sword into the ground with his backhand, and gradually faded away, leaving only a long sword blade dripping blood, which shimmered in the sunlight with a red and demonic color.

After a long time, a cool breeze suddenly blew, drying the blood on the edge of the sword and blowing away the dead silence in the field.

The cool breeze blew, and everyone couldn't help but shiver coldly, only to hear someone muttering to themselves: "Good swordsmanship, really good swordsmanship, such a terrible swordsmanship, who among you has ever seen it." ”

No one answered.

Everyone's eyes invariably turned to the bodies of Liu Song, Yan Hongyue and others, they were famous when they were alive, but they died so simply and quickly.

"Where did this person come from, such a divine sword, but he has never heard of it in the rivers and lakes, and it is hard for people to imagine."

"This white-robed man once said that he would challenge the world's masters with a sword, can't it be true?" Someone said tremblingly.

"I'm afraid that this river and lake will be difficult to calm down, and it will set off a bloody storm from now on." Someone whispered.

The white-robed man didn't look back, walked out a few miles away, took out the map silk album again, looked at it a few times, and muttered: "On the seventh day of the ninth month, Qinghe Liusong, the eighth day of the ninth month, Zhao Shihong of the double ring, the ninth day of the ninth month, the eighth immortal sword Li Qingfeng, the tenth day of the first month of September, the eight-armed Arhat Jin Kaijia, and the eleventh day of September is the death date of Bai Sankong in Jinan." ”

A cold wind blew, the sun in the sky was in full bloom, but the rain suddenly fell in the wind, reflecting the misty sunshine, as if with a hint of red, as if the sky was also mourning for this hero.

……

Half a month later.

The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

On top of the five-colored sailboat.

Wang Dong lay on his side on the mast, this mast was nine feet high, lying on it, with a panoramic view of the sky and blue sea, he carried a pot of wine leisurely in his hand, his attitude was leisurely, and he drank from time to time, but in his other hand was a piece of paper.

There are a lot of small characters written densely on the paper, and if you look closely, it is actually a row of dates and names.

"On the seventh day of the ninth lunar month, the man in white came to the east for the first battle, and the 'green crane' Liu Song responded to the battle, and the man in white only made a sword, and Liu Song died."

"On September 11, the man in white went to Baifu in Jinan, and the 'Qingping swordsman' Bai Sankong responded to the battle, Bai Sankong attacked three moves, forcing the man in white to retreat two steps, this is also the first time that the man in white retreated after coming to the east, after three moves, the man in white made a sword, and Bai Sankong was defeated!"

"On September 15, 'Divine Sword Without Shadow' Jiang Feihu ...... Death with a sword! ”

"September 17, 'Iron Fist' Wang Xun ...... Death with a sword! ”

……

This piece of paper is densely recorded with the achievements of the man in white after coming to the east, this person uses his own strength to test the world's martial arts, and will do his best to master the eight directions, and the blocker is invincible, and there is no competition!

It has only been half a month since he crossed to the east, but more than a dozen masters who have been famous for a long time have died in his hands, until now. His record is still at 'One Sword'. No master could force him to swing a second sword.

In the midst of this. Only Bai Sankong was barely a bright color, which made the man in white take two steps back.

When Wang Dong was in Lu Xiaofeng's world, he also fought for three thousand miles and tried the sword world, but compared to the sharpness of the people in white, it seemed to be inferior.

"A sword comes from the east, try the sword world! White-robed sword male, who is competing? The king groaned. The paper in his hand suddenly turned into ashes.

The purple-clothed marquis and the white-clothed people are all the objects of observation in his heart, of course, he can't help but pay attention, fortunately, although the purple-clothed marquis is not in the martial arts, but the martial arts are all over his ears and eyes, as long as he is willing to inquire, there are not many things that can hide from the eyes of the purple-clothed marquis.

The man in white descended like a comet, shaking the world, wanting to find out his whereabouts and news. For Ziyihou, it was even easier.

In order to let Wang Dong teach the little princess some martial arts. The purple-clothed marquis can be regarded as fighting, but everything that the king needs will try his best to meet.

For example, the personal arsenal of the Purple Yihou contains the essence of martial arts from all sects and factions in the world, but it is also open to the king without hesitation.

Wang Dong also obtained the secret of the 'Demon Suppression Sword Technique' from it!

This is said to be passed down from the swordsmanship of Dayu when he controlled the water, it is indeed simple and dignified, and it is very mysterious, and it can also be ranked in the forefront among the many swordsmanship secret books that Wang Dong has learned.

But what he values more is its antiquity, and he wants to get the ideas and imprints of those martial arts pioneers for thousands of years!

This is not something that can be digested in a moment.

Of course, with the benefits of the Purple Yihou, he naturally can't help but pay.

Wang Dong lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in white on the deck, the girl's eyes were clear, her body was light, and she was bathed in the blue sea.

She held a sword in her hand, her posture was graceful, her posture was graceful, and she slowly danced the long sword, and the flowing luster rose with the sword light, like a dance in the sky.

Swish!

The light and flowing sword light suddenly became fierce, and the sword blade pierced the sky, emitting a clear whistle sound, like a musical note flying from the sky.

Even Wang Dong had to admit that the little princess was indeed a martial arts wizard!

Fang Baoyu taught the law of nature, the law follows the heaven and the earth, from the very beginning it was to jump out of the cage of the predecessors, the little princess may not be as good as Fang Baoyu's understanding in terms of law and nature, but the trick of 'flying immortals outside the sky' seems to be tailor-made for her, and in just a few days, she has already mastered a bit of essence, and when she casts it, it is indeed like a heavenly maiden, and there is a faint meaning of three points out of the dust in the sword momentum.

Wang Dong watched the little princess dance the sword and poured another sip of wine.

It didn't take long for him to retract his gaze, and lay down on the nine-zhang high crossbar with one hand on the mast, while drinking wine, looking up at the height of the sky above his head, and his leisurely state of mind came up, which reminded him of a song that was quite appropriate for the occasion, and he couldn't help humming softly.

"The rivers and lakes laugh, the people are ethereal, the world is full of turmoil, a pot of turbid wine is inexhaustible, and the taste of life is ......."

He hummed softly and beat the beat with one hand: "The sky is high, people are lonely, and the years urge people to grow old...... In the past at the snap of a finger, the hero sighed at his young ....... ”

The more I have traveled through the world, I have also experienced countless wonderful, heroes and beauties, swords and swords, corpses and mountains and sea of blood...... Along the way, his martial arts practice has become higher and higher, but Wang Dong knows that he is indeed no longer young, counting his previous life, he is already half a hundred!

As an 'old man' of half a hundred, Wang Dong was sad and sad, the light in front of him was dimmed, and there was already a quirky little face, only to see that the little princess also climbed up at some point, lying on the end of the crossbar, facing Wang Dong head-on.

This crossbar is as high as nine zhang, and she, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, can climb up lightly, which is rare in any world of Jingu.

The move of 'Flying Immortals Outside the Sky' needs to be matched with clever light skills, Lu Xiaofeng once sighed, if there is no light skill that is the best in the world, how can he make that move Flying Immortals outside the sky.

The little princess was able to get the essence of 'Flying Immortals Outside the Sky' so quickly, and this light body kung fu can be said to be indispensable.

The little princess blinked her eyes and grinned, "Master, what are you humming?" Hum it again and let me hear it. (To be continued......)

PS: (Third update.) ）

(Only to write this chapter did I find out that the date of the death of the original Liu Song was the seventh day of October,!) It's not my birthday! It's so unlucky, hurry up and change it to September! ）I1292