Xiahou Feishan talked eloquently, even in the face of the martial arts myth that has been famous all over the world for 50 years, he still showed strong self-confidence.

Wang Dong just smiled: "Thirty years ago, on the top of Huashan Mountain, you had a battle with Yan Shisan's father and were defeated by his life-killing thirteen swords. ”

Xiahou Feishan's eyes were lowered, and his expression was calm and composed: "Jianghu martial arts, victory or defeat is an ordinary thing, it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Being alive is the real winner, and now I'm alive, but he's been dead for years. What's more, although I was defeated by the Thirteen Swords, I may not lose to you. ”

Wang Dong smiled again: "Seven years ago, Xiahou Xing also lost to Yan Shisan. ”

This time it was the other way around, Yan Shisan's boat sank away, but Xiahou Xing had already entered the Yellow Spring.

Xiahou Feishan's expression was still indifferent, and he said coldly: "If you think that you can shake my mind with a few words, then you are very wrong!" ”

Wang said calmly: "I just want to say that your father and son have been defeated at the hands of Yan Thirteen and his son, with your heart, in the past thirty years, you must have studied the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Death very thoroughly, in this world, except for Yan Thirteen, only you can cast the real Thirteen Swords of Death." ”

Xiahou Feishan did not deny this.

Don't look at what he said lightly, as if the victory or defeat did not linger in his heart, in fact, he was the most proud and conceited, thirty years ago the defeat of Huashan Mountain, has always been regarded by him as the shame of his life.

As early as twenty years ago, he had already thoroughly eaten the Thirteen Swords of Death, and he had insight into the fourteenth change of this sword technique, and today, his attainments in the Thirteen Swords of Death are very high. I'm afraid that it will surpass the family heirloom skills of Red Cloud Valley.

Xiahou Feishan even thinks. Even Yan Thirteen's attainments in the Thirteen Swords of Death. It may not be deeper than he comprehends.

It was precisely because of the deeper his comprehension that Xiahou Feishan became more and more painful, because he finally discovered that the Thirteen Swords of Death were indeed the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the history of swordsmanship, and he was already the 'god' of the sword!

Even if he cultivated the Red Cloud Valley stunt to the highest level, he could only get close to the gods, but he was absolutely unable to resist. Just because his swordsmanship is only a mortal sword after all, how can a mortal sword defeat a god?

Wang Dong continued: "So since you want to attack me, why don't you use the thirteen deadly swords?" ”

Xiahou Feishan's face was expressionless. but a raging fire burned in his chest.

This anger did not make him lose his coolness, but instead became the food for his sword intent, and he finally understood that what the other party really valued was only the Thirteen Swords of Death.

The anger in his chest was already blazing, but his mouth was still flat: "That's what I mean." ”

Wang Dong said again: "If you want to use the Thirteen Deadly Swords, you naturally can't do without a good sword. ”

Xiahou Feishan stared at Wang Dong coldly: "There happen to be three top swords in the world in your hands!" ”

"You're right, and I happen to be a generous person, so I might as well lend you one." Before the words fell, the sleeves of the king's robe were rolled, and the handle was dotted with thirteen pearls, flashing with a crystal luster. Gorgeous and gorgeous, Yan Shisan's sword in the past has already shot through and flew out.

Xiahou Feishan faced the long sword that shot at him. Don't dodge or dodge, until the streamer breaks through the air and approaches three inches of his body, then he rolls over his monkey-like figure and copies it with his backhand!

With a choking sound, a long groan rose into the air, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and was firmly held in the palm of his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground, and there was a terrifying aura lingering, as if it could burst out at any time.

Although this was the sword of his former great enemy of Xiahou Feishan, as soon as it fell into his hand, it instantly seemed to have merged with his body and spirit, becoming an inseparable part, giving people a strange feeling of being one and the human sword being combined.

Xiahou Feishan said coldly: "Draw your sword!" ”

"This is my sword!" The king raised his hand, and the silver light flew and shone, like thousands of silver snakes dancing in the air.

The lotus root is broken, and the sky is full of stars and rain and a thousand snake swords!

Xiahou Feishan's pupils shrank, thirty years ago, he held this sword to face Yan Thirteen's father's Thirteen Deadly Thirteen Swords, but now he wants to fight this sword with the Thirteen Deadly Swords, I have to say that this makes him feel a sense of fateful reincarnation.

"Good!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, the long sword in Xiahou Feishan's palm moved, and suddenly bloomed with a brilliant essence, scorching like the scorching sun, rushing like lightning, and aggression like fire and water.

The infinite killing machine only erupted in an instant, blending into the endless sword light, and the earth and the sky seemed to be stained with blood in an instant, full of boundless killing intent.

The sword intent of the human heart, the sword intent and the human intent, are almost flawlessly combined at this moment, this is not only the killing machine that moves the hearts of the people and rushes out, but also the unique murderous aura of the Thirteen Swords.

This sword technique was created as if it was designed to bring infinite killing power, death and pain to the world, looking at the world, except for the thirteen swords, there is no sword technique that has such a terrifying and pure killing machine.

What a Xiahou flying mountain!

What a fatal thirteen swords!

There were many martial arts people present who had never heard of the name of the Thirteen Swords, but there were very few people who had really seen this swordsmanship, just because more than ninety percent of the people who had seen the Thirteen Swords of Death had died.

Most people only know that the Thirteen Swords of Death are famous in the world and deter black and white killing swords, but only now do they really understand why the Thirteen Swords of Death are unparalleled in the world, and why Yan Thirteen can be invincible in the world.

This is indeed an invincible swordsmanship in the world.

Sen Han's sword qi penetrates the bone marrow, and the cold killing machine freezes the soul!

Everyone present was ten zhang away from Xiahou Feishan, but as soon as Xiahou Feishan's sword momentum opened, it was like a netherworld hell descending on the earth, and countless powerful ghost Shura raged in the mortal world, and the terrible and terrifying killing machine hit everyone's heart!

Everyone's faces turned pale, bleak and permeating, and they were afraid of the end of the world.

Who in the world can resist such a terrifying sword technique?

At least one more.

The long sword in Wang Dong's hand split, silver filaments flew, and a sharp sword suddenly turned into thousands of fragments, and in the rapid changes, it was like a flying silver snake electric Jiao, and the net of heaven and earth covered the killing sword pouring from Xiahou Feishan.

Xiahou Feishan roared angrily, his sword gushed like thunder, and his momentum increased by three points.

He thought he knew every bit of change in the Thousand Snake Sword. The killing intent between the sword momentum all went towards the gap between the Thousand Snake Sword.

Unexpectedly, this strange sword came to the king's hand. There have been some strange changes. I saw the lightning and fire fox splashing one after another, and all the attacks in Xiahou Feishan's sword momentum were blocked.

There was another long roar, and Xiahou Feishan rose up, his body soared into the void, and a sword barbed! The sky was full of blood and death, and the infinite sword light killing machine turned into a flying rainbow that fell from the sky.

This is the thirteenth sword!

While!

The violent collision sound exploded, and the splashing sparks burst out like fireworks, and Xiahou Feishan's incomparable blow was actually hit by the Thousand Snake Sword.

Two world-famous swords collide sharply. It's hard to tell.

Xiahou Feishan's body shook violently, the sword in his hand was almost shocked and flew away, his eyes showed surprise, and there was a bone explosion all over his body, and the thunder sound was spontaneous, and it was as strong as thunder.

A sword struck out, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that yin and yang were divided by this sword, and there were terrifying changes in regeneration!

The fourteenth variation of the Thirteen Swords of Death was finally used by him.

Different from Murong Qiudi's previous demonstration, Sen Leng's death intent was filled into the sword body. Xiahou Feishan experienced the pain of losing his son, and he had no worries. Death is born.

He didn't think about the problem of qi convergence at all, and it burst out in a radial way in an instant.

With Xiahou Feishan as the center, within a radius of ten zhang, the grass and trees withered, the vitality was cut off, and the carriage where Wang Dong was exploded one after another, as if it had been struck by countless bolts of lightning.

But when the king's figure moved, there was a light like the fall of the Nine Heavens Milky Way, swinging out in all directions, and all the death intent could not invade within three feet of him.

The fourteenth change can't help him!

"Good! Good! Sure enough, it is worthy of the myth of martial arts, invincible in the world! If you can take this sword again, I admire you! ”

Xiahou Feishan laughed like a madman!

In the midst of the laughter, his burly and majestic body, his muscles as hard as iron, and his glowing skin, once again shriveled and dimmed, even more shriveled and thin than when he had been a coachman.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of flesh and blood on Xiahou Feishan's body, only a layer of dry skin remained, covering the dry skeleton.

This terrifying scene once again made everyone at the scene exclaim, no one could see what happened to Xiahou Feishan, but everyone knew that Xiahou Feishan's next sword was the last sword in his life, and this sword must be a shock.

Only Wang Dong knew that Xiahou Feishan had indeed touched the fifteenth change of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and this fifteenth sword had swallowed all his essence and spirit.

The sword was finally struck.

Void and vast, dead silence and chaos, even if everyone present was not shrouded by the sword intent, but their eyes came into contact with the change in the sword technique, and they suddenly had a feeling of being unable to move, as if their lives were frozen.

There are mouths that cannot be spoken.

You can't hear if you have ears.

There are eyes that cannot see.

There is a mind that cannot be thought, that is inconceivable, that it is unthinkable, that all thinking comes to a standstill, and only an indescribable instinct of fear arises.

Only that ethereal sword light was left between heaven and earth, slashing at Wang Dong in a posture that mortals could not think about and could not understand.

At the touch of a button, it was closed, and suddenly, the smoke disappeared, and the sword light passed away.

Wang Dong froze in place, looking at his right hand holding the sword, but saw that the front end of the sleeve of the robe was silently cracking, and a section of the sleeve fluttered in the wind, and it had turned into powder before it fell to the ground.

There was also a bloody mark in his palm, this scar was only a shallow one, and a few traces of blood oozed slightly, if it was usual, he could repair this scar with a single thought, at most two or three breaths.

This time, the metamorphosis seems to have lost its effect!

Xiahou Feishan also stood still, staring at Wang Dong with a pair of dim eyes, as if he wanted to see his death with his own eyes, but the result disappointed him.

The sword with which he gambled his life was just a hole in the other party's hands! (To be continued......)

PS: In the original book, Xiahou Feishan was defeated by Yan Thirteen's father thirty years ago, and since then he has begun to study the Thirteen Swords of Death, he has known for a long time that the Thirteen Swords of Death have the fourteenth change, and he has seen Yan Thirteen use it with his own eyes seven years ago, so it is possible to touch the fifteenth change after seven years, of course, it is impossible to have the power of Yan Thirteen, so I wrote so.

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