The reason why Hua Jiutian dared to kill Xiao Jiansheng at close range, first of all, the young man was not the old man, if he dared to fight against the old man just now, it would be tantamount to suicide, just the other party's majestic qi machine could strangle him to death, not to mention the mantra that contained the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, the words were far sharper than the two guixi in his hand.

Secondly, this stems from his secret observation of Xiao Jiansheng and his judgment of age.

When he was fighting against Chen Shenping, he found that this young man did not show any traces of a cultivator at all, otherwise he would not have been covered with hoarfrost on his body hundreds of zhang away.

At most, this young man had just broken through the Resting Realm, and there was no abundant qi fluctuation on his body at all.

Indeed, Xiao Jiansheng is still a layman in cultivation.

Therefore, there is no trick to spend nine days on the sword, it is directly a killing move, a sword to seal the throat.

Xiao Jiansheng did not disappoint Hua Jiutian, before the black sword attacked, he did not grasp the opportunity of the sword airflow, seeing that the tip of the sword had reached the throat, he did not make evasive movements, just very clumsily used the red sword in his hand to divide the gear, but it had not yet received the desired effect, the tip of the black sword slashed through Xiao Jiansheng's neck like a black snake spitting out a letter, leaving a scarlet blood groove.

With a sword in hand, he quietly retreated after nine days, quietly watching the rain wash over the young man's neck, and the rain mixed with blood flowed carefully at the hideous incision.

He looked at the young man in the distance with a smile, and sighed as the black sword was put into his sleeve by itself, waiting for the boy to die of anger.

However, Xiao Jiansheng did not fall to the ground as Hua Jiutian expected.

Xiao Jiansheng just felt a chill in his neck, and it seemed that an extremely cold air flow poured into his body along the wound, and he felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

Xiao Jiansheng frowned after feeling those surprised eyes, and did not look at Hua Jiutian in the distance, but carefully recalled the qi contained in the sword just now, like a waterfall pouring down, the qi was thick, and it was done in one go.

This is the first time since he walked out of the mud well that he has really confronted someone, and the other party is still a cultivator above the Five Realms, and the pressure can be seen, but he didn't put pressure on himself, everything went naturally.

In the Qin Huang Ancient Road, the knife of the black-hearted shopkeeper made him feel a lot, in contrast, the same is a frontal raid, one is a fierce knife, for fear that others will not know that he is going to raise a knife to cut over, and Hua Jiutian is his own qi is restrained, putting everything on a sword, and making a judgment.

Xiao Jiansheng remembered the old man's words again, flashy.

After a few breaths, Hua Jiutian glanced at Chen Shenping incredulously, but Chen Shenping didn't look at him at all, sitting under the rain curtain in a daze, quietly enjoying the dense clouds floating in the distance.

When Hua Jiutian looked at the boy opposite, the boy was wiping the blood from his neck.

It seemed to be in pain, and the boy kept biting his pale lip, but his face was very calm, and he could see the young man's mental activity from that face.

Hua Jiutian said curiously: "You surprised Hua Mou, can you tell me how you did it?"

Xiao Jiansheng said calmly: "Now is not the time. ”

Hua Jiutian nodded lightly, and sat in the rain curtain like Chen Shenping, but he didn't look at the sky or the ground, but he looked at the young man in the distance with deep eyes, he didn't know what kind of secret the young man hid in his body, and he could force him to appear in the strongest way.

Hua Jiutian looked thoughtfully at the rain curtain falling from the void, his heart was agitated, and he only sighed that this thief was not kind to him, it was really the right time and place, and this person was the young man he was determined to kill.

After spending nine days pinching the fight-like haircut, the black sword flew out of his sleeve again, and the red sword also took advantage of Xiao Jiansheng's inattention to get out of his hand, one black and one red two small swords, like the men and women who cherished each other tightly entangled, against the rain curtain to rotate upward, soaring into the sky until a hundred feet in the air, turning the head of the sword and circling down, in an instant, it actually formed a vortex shaped like a tornado.

The vortex grew in momentum, sweeping the raindrops that were about to fall into the center of the storm. Although the momentum is not as good as before, but it is Hua Jiutian who can play the strongest blow at this moment, and now his strength has plummeted, but his understanding of the Heavenly Dao is still there, which does not affect his means, he does not believe that a young man who has not broken through the first layer of the realm can withstand such a strong blow, otherwise he can really die in Jiutian.

The storm swirled down from a hundred feet in the sky, and the countless raindrops in the center of the storm were stretched like a sharp little sword, revealing a strange light, and as the raindrops gathered and increased, the storm had changed from the initial transparency to inky black, and at first glance it looked like the legendary black dragon that traveled the wind and rain.

There was a dull thunder in the sky, the wind whistled, blowing Xiao Jiansheng's tattered robe crackling, the rope that bound his hair had already been broken, allowing the black hair to dance with the wind, Xiao Jiansheng's face was calm as usual, except for the occasional wind blowing back his body, almost as stable as a mountain.

At this moment, the black storm was less than fifty zhang away from the top of his head, like ten thousand sharp swords hanging above his head, but Xiao Jiansheng didn't raise his eyes to look, he was just trying to judge which complex qi flows with his mind, he first found the position of the two small swords like a cocoon, and then locked it with his mind, and so on, it seemed that all the raindrops were clearly visible in his mind.

The momentum of the storm is getting bigger and bigger, and when it is more than ten zhang away from Xiao Jiansheng's head, there are already more than a dozen people hugging each other, and Xiao Jiansheng, who is directly below the storm, looks so small, it seems that he will be crushed into slag by the storm in the next moment.

In Hua Jiutian's eyes, if Xiao Jiansheng chose to get up and dodge at this time, or ask Chen Shenping for help, he would not have to rush to death, but the stupid young man did not, he just waited in silence to be drowned by the storm and hanged in it.

The hundreds of millions of raindrops around disappeared out of thin air, and occasionally small water droplets fell and seeped into the soil, most of which were swept or sucked by the whirlwind, Chen Shenping was immersed in the rain in a daze, and the disappearance of the rain curtain made him extremely disgusted, he looked at the whirlwind, and pointed at Hua Jiutian angrily and said: "Hurry up and finish, otherwise I will regret it." ”

Hua Jiutian smiled calmly: "It should be...... It's over, and I hope you'll keep your promises. ”

At the same time as he spoke, Xiao Jiansheng's whole person had disappeared from the ground, and his original position was only a black storm that made the ground sand and gravel uneasy, wandering within a radius of several hundred zhang, either rapid or slow, where the storm passed, not a single inch of grass was left, and only the bare ground seemed extremely desolate.

Chen Shenping no longer had a place to stand, he glared at Hua Jiutian, patted the sand on his buttocks, scolded and walked away, leaving Hua Jiutian calmly watching the whirlwind sweeping on the ground.

After more than a dozen breaths, the momentum of the vortex gradually decreased, and it took nine days of thought to rush into the center of the storm, but there was no figure of the young man to be found.

Hua Jiutian picked up his clothes and wiped his sweat, his face looked a lot paler, the potholes on his face were already full of sweat, like a small lake, no matter how he wiped it, there was already a burst of uneasiness in his bloodshot eyes, he continued to stare at the center of the whirlwind, but he still couldn't detect the breath of the young man.

Unable to find whether it was a lack of life, or if the young man had some ability to isolate the visitation of his mind, Hua Jiutian certainly would not believe that a young man who was not even in a single realm could have such an adventure, according to his judgment, the young man should have died, and most of them were strangled by the two swords in the storm.

But according to his judgment of the old man just now, he felt that it was impossible, it was too unreasonable.

Hua Jiutian seemed a little upset and restless.

He forced himself to wait a few more breaths, then he got up and walked towards the storm.

Just when it took nine days to pinch his hand again, intending to disperse the storm and regain his health, suddenly, the black storm was uncontrollably sharp and swept him in.

I don't know when, Chen Shenping returned to the place and sat down, nodding frequently at the storm.

He half-squinted at the center of the obtrusive storm and shouted, "Virtuous nephew, the harvest is not small, right?"

Chen Shenping frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and waved his big sleeves in a hurry, like a fly on the dinner table, the whirlwind was shattered, and in an instant, the black whirlwind gradually stopped, revealing the two people in the middle, one was like a bloody man, covered with wounds like egg cracks, and the other was like a white paper man, with a delicate small sword stuck in his chest, and the sword body had been submerged into the body of the white paper man, leaving only the hilt and the sword lattice outside.

At this moment, Hua Jiutian said with difficulty: "Actually, I have already guessed the result, but it doesn't matter, if I can die in your hands, I will not die in vain after spending nine days, now I can tell Hua what is going on, right?"

Xiao Jiansheng touched the blood that blocked his vision, and said in a trembling voice: "Because I want you to die, I will do everything I can to let you die." ”

Hua Jiutian looked very unwilling: "That's all?"

Xiao Jiansheng bared his teeth, endured the pain caused by the incalculable wounds on his body, and smiled happily: "Does a breakthrough count?"

Hua Jiutian was already crumbling, but he didn't take the healing pill again, shook his head and continued to wait for the following.

Xiao Jiansheng thought for a moment and said: "Your sword qi is tricky and weird, but you just happened to meet someone who can't use a sword, you want to kill me in a hurry, but coincidentally, I am not worried that I will die, at least with your current strength in the third layer realm, it is difficult to kill me, so I have a lot of time to think about your methods." ”

Xiao Jiansheng continued: "I admit that you are very strong, if your strength is not the third realm but the fourth realm, I may be the next to die." ”

Hua Jiutian's eyes were already sunken, his gaze wandered, and it seemed that his last breath was still in his throat and refused to swallow, and he shook his head gently towards Xiao Jiansheng with great difficulty.

Xiao Jiansheng hesitated for a moment and said, "If you want to ask yourself why the well-laid storm turned to the master, you can only ask him. ”

Xiao Jiansheng pointed to Chen Shenping in the distance.

Hua Jiutian rolled his eyes, slowly turned his head to look at Chen Shenping, and used the last bit of strength to open his mouth, but he found that Chen Shenping had already gotten up and walked leisurely into the distance with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the rain stops and the sky clears.