There are not many houses around Niulan Street, it is very quiet, no pedestrians are there any day or night, and it is an excellent place to rob houses and fight stuffy sticks.

Fan Xian looked around, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart, and asked Teng Zijing: "This place is a little familiar!" ”

As soon as Ye Xuan entered Niulan Street, he kept observing the surroundings through the curtains, and as soon as there was a stir, he jumped out of the car.

"This is where you hit Guo Baokun." Teng Zijing replied mercilessly.

After Fan Xian heard this, he smiled and said, "That street is quite commemorative. ”

"Bullpen Street!" Teng Zijing repeated the name again, as if he remembered something, and added: "Speaking of which, do you still owe me a cow?" ”

"I'll buy it for you when I return to Danzhou!"

As soon as the words fell, the two laughed.

As he was walking, Ye Xuan's brows suddenly furrowed, and he didn't know why, he felt something wrong. He shouted, "There are assassins!" ”

"Whoosh"!

A sharp arrow flew towards the carriage, Ye Xuan had already jumped out of the window first, and Fan Xian and Teng Zijing also got out of the carriage in turn when they saw this.

At this moment, two veiled female archers came towards them, alternating left and right, bending their bows and shooting arrows. For a while, Ye Xuan and the others were caught off guard by them.

The water cold sword unsheathed, tearing the oncoming arrow in half.

Ye Xuan held the sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left, looking around with a guarded face.

He knew that these two female archers were just hors d'oeuvres, and the real power was still to come.

"Buzz!"

The crisp sound of the sword just sounded, and the next moment, Ye Xuan suddenly slashed out with a sword.

The brilliant sword light, under the illumination of the sun, showed a touch of scarlet color.

The clanging sound sounded, and the oncoming arrows were all swept away by Ye Xuan's sword.

Fan Xian and Teng Zijing seized this opportunity and stepped forward with light skills. With Teng Zijing's ultimate, the two female assassins were also shot to death by Wan Blade.

With a loud bang, the wall around Fan Xian was broken, and a huge palm dragged Fan Xian into it.

Teng Zijing also hurriedly followed, a man with an ugly appearance and a huge figure. No, to be precise, a wild man appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

This person is none other than Cheng Jushu, a master of the Northern Qi Eight Grades!

Ye Xuan just wanted to go over to support, and in an instant, seven black shadows smashed the wall and attacked Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan snorted coldly, and the Thirteen Deadly Swords unfolded.

In the cold sword intent, it carries a fierce murderous aura, and with the unique attribute of the Shangshui Cold Sword, it exudes a killing intent that is even colder than the ice cave.

This extremely cold killing intent enveloped the seven people who attacked.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and skin became one. The seven people who attacked from different directions were almost instantly sealed by Ye Xuan's sword!

"Poof! Poof! ”

Killed the last man in black, the Shui Han Sword in Ye Xuan's hand, due to the particularity of the sword, it was not stained with much blood.

If it weren't for the corpses in one place, no one would have believed that it was this long sword, which was only stained with a few traces of blood, that had just killed seven lives.

Ye Xuan looked at the corpses all over the ground, and suddenly wondered a little in his heart, these seven people are all six-rank masters, their methods are vicious, and their sword moves are fierce, if they are ordinary seven-ranks, they can't escape from their palms.

Is this woman's handwriting, the eldest princess, so big?!

Before Ye Xuan could think clearly, a cold drink came into Ye Xuan's ears.

"A bunch of garbage, disgrace to me!"

Then, a man in black walked over slowly. His face sank like water, and his eyes looked at Ye Xuan coldly.

There was a flame of anger in his eyes, and a three-foot long sword in his hand flashed a different light under the sun.

The man in black said coldly: "You kill them, I kill you!" ”

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to kill the master!"

Ye Xuan snorted lightly, and stepped out in vain, the sword came out with his heart, his body moved with the sword, and a sword was slashed out, which was the thirteen swords that killed him.

The man in black was a little careless, he didn't expect this young man to have such a sharp sword technique in his hand, and he began to retreat violently at the moment.

However, he retreated quickly, killing thirteen swords, and the speed was even faster.

"Huh!"

In the panic of the man in black, he turned sideways, barely avoiding the sword that was enough to end his life, and most of the mask and long beard were cut off by this sword light.

After avoiding this sword, the black-clothed man was terrified, he almost lost his life just now, and at the moment he squatted down and attacked Ye Xuan with one palm.

Ye Xuan didn't react, so he could only respond with one move.

It's a pity that Luoying's sword palm is only the entry level, and the palm of the man in black is a sneak attack.

Ye Xuan was knocked over a few times, and finally stopped, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said softly.

"Two eight-grade masters, what a big stroke!"

The man in black gritted his teeth, and the killing intent on his body became stronger, and even his facial muscles became distorted: "You killed my disciple and insulted me." Today, I will let you not survive, you can't die, so that you can vent the hatred in my heart! ”

After that, a sword light appeared, directly towards Ye Xuan!

Fortunately, the Taixuan Sutra cultivated by Ye Xuan connected the meridians in the body into one, and it had an automatic repair function, breaking the residual palm power left by the man in black in the body!

When he made a move just now, although he was moving at a speed that was fast to the limit, that scene appeared in Ye Xuan's mind, but it became extremely slow.

The strength and trajectory of the sword.... All enlightenment was in his heart.

At this moment, he had more understanding and control over the Thirteen Swords of Death.

"Although you are an eight-rank master, I can still kill you!"