Just now, in a dilapidated hall halfway up the lonely peak, Huang Fangweng was sitting on the bedding that leaked cotton wool and carefully sorted out his white beard that was about to be rolled out.

Huang Fang Weng Dengshi said angrily: "What does it matter to the old man whether you live or die, the old man's modest strength has been exhausted." ”

However, his eyes widened violently when he felt the blunt sword that carried the blood hell.

In fact, during this period of time, Xiao Jiansheng seemed to be a lonely person cleaning on the bluestone flat, but in fact, he secretly didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at his every move, what his realm was, and the passing scriptures handed down by those old immortals have now lit a few lamps, all of which are concerns, including a conversation between Huang Fangweng and him that night, and he was also under the surveillance of others, but he didn't dare to touch the magic power under the blind man because of his identity, but at this time, these eyes were full of schadenfreude.

In the Yunfu Palace, someone couldn't help but sigh: "Fighting with the old man, you are also a little tender." ”

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Qingshi Ping has been sprinkled with countless blood, has not yet completed the chess game, Xiao Jiansheng's body is comparable to an old man over 100 years old, the figure stands on a rickety, because the pain is unstoppable, his face is close to distorted, his throat seems to be stuck with something, short breathing with a sneering sound, perhaps in order to relieve the pain, the trembling left hand pressed the position in the middle of the body, every time the corner of the mouth overflowed a stream of red blood, the right hand is ready to fight for his life at any time, his sea of qi is like a deep black dry well, there is no water available, all of them are mobilized in the position of the body, want to block the upcoming sword of Yan Qing。

At this moment, his eyes were still attentive, but he stared motionlessly at the flying blunt sword dragon.

The dragon came in an instant, penetrating Xiao Jiansheng's palm, the dragon scales on the blade of the sword cut the flesh and blood on his palm with a sawtooth, and the tip of the sword like a dragon's mouth went forward, breaking his sternum and moving forward wantonly, however, when the dragon's delicate dragon mouth was about to poke at the deadly thing in his body, it seemed to have been subjected to great resistance, and he was unable to improve a single bit, Xiao Jiansheng's faceless feet flew out of the ground, leaving a blood-colored long arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Wan Yanqing looked at the miserable Xiao Jiansheng and pondered for a moment, although they were already incompatible with each other, but it was not easy to force him to strike with all his strength with the strength of the two realms, if it was not a dragon in his hand today but an ordinary sword, maybe it was not this ending, in fact, he didn't want to do it so quickly, but this fight was too tight, since he couldn't stop it anymore, he simply didn't do it, he raised his hand to beckon Qiu Long, and walked towards Xiao Jiansheng with noble steps.

More than ten zhang away, Wan Yanqing stopped and stood, and said in a cold voice: "Follow Huo Hai back to the Fengtian Dynasty to subdue the law, although the death crime is inevitable, but the living crime can be avoided, how about it?"

Xiao Jiansheng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, rolled his throat a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the Qilong blunt sword in Wan Yanqing's hand very seriously, shook his head reluctantly, and sneered: "It's really that the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, isn't it a little early to say it?"

Wan Yanqing was slightly stunned, after hearing a sound of bone rubbing that made his scalp tremble, he suddenly found that the young man in front of him forcibly straightened his body, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth very roughly, tore off the strip-like cloth and strangled it vigorously on his chest, and retrieved two short swords from the snowdrift between his hands, one was hidden in his sleeve, and the other was hanging above his head in a vertical direction, although with his current realm, he was not afraid of the lethality of these two flying swords, but it was uncomfortable to look at.

Especially with a sword hanging above his head, wouldn't it be unlucky if he also looked up with his eyes like the fair-skinned boy just now?

Wan Yanqing took a long breath, tried his best to suppress the boiling anger in his heart, and said patiently: "Do you really not admit defeat?"

Xiao Jiansheng also said with a straight face: "Maybe I will think about it when others say this, but you can't." ”

Wan Yanqing asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Xiao Jiansheng clenched his fists and replied calmly: "Since ancient times, Fengtian and the Dajin Empire have been incompatible, if I admit defeat in front of you today, those people of Yuntian City who died under the Tiefu Slaughter may turn into powerful ghosts and ask for my life." ”

Wan Yanqing looked down at the Qiulong blunt sword in his hand, the Qiulong sword became famous in the battle of Fengjin, especially in the battle of Yuyang Pass, killing countless enemies, it can be said that the number of heads of the Fengtian Dynasty cut off by the Qiulong blunt sword is enough to pile up a hill.

Wan Yanqing chuckled, tightened the hilt of his sword, and looked proudly at the swaying young man not far away, and at this moment, he found that the young man opposite seemed to smile at him.

Just when Wan Yanqing was puzzled, he suddenly felt an extremely thin sword qi approaching above his head, and at the same time, the young man on the opposite side had a hideous look and rushed over like a bolt of lightning, completely in a desperate posture.

Wan Yan Qing pretended to smile deeply, completely ignoring the short sword above his head, Qi Long blunt sword to horizontal sword and then to a thunderbolt sweep in one go, the majestic sword qi fell on Xiao Jiansheng's neck at the speed of thunder, Xiao Jiansheng's figure only trembled a little, and still rushed straight forward to meet Wan Yanqing's already changing moves.