"Then you catch ......"

The simple three words came out of Si Nian's mouth gently, and the colorless indifference made the cold air even colder. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On a rainy night, the streets were desolate.

Silent people, tense atmosphere. The tense killing intent made a group of Mongolian soldiers with low martial arts can't help but weaken their legs. They had the idea of fleeing, and this group of fierce Mongol soldiers would rather fight the Song Dynasty army at this moment than stay here and suffer the erosion of murderous intent.

There was a slight fear in Blood Feng's heart, but he was more excited and excited. Back then, he was the second master of the Huashan faction after Fengyue, but he didn't blindly think that he was really the real master of this Jianghu.

After experiencing the trip to the 'Desert Supreme Order' and seeing many masters who are even better than himself, Xuefeng finally made up his mind not to return to Huaxia with Guyue Villa. He was alone without saying goodbye, leaving no message, and chose to go deep into the desert to find his own kendo.

Fengyue chose to rebel, Xuefeng has not been reborn, and the Huashan faction has not had a powerful rising star in recent years. As a result, after the blood blade disappeared for so many years, it still occupied the position of the first master of the top ten masters of the Huashan faction.

This is not only the case for the Huashan sect, but also for other sects. Up to now, they have been in the top three of the top ten masters of the sect for more than ten years. Who knows how far their martial arts have become?

Because of fame, because of defeat, you will face death. The rising stars of each sect dare not challenge those who are ranked in the top three, and the greatest courage they can do is to challenge the masters at the end.

After all, they have to tell the rivers and lakes that they are coming.

"Different positions, our swords will eventually point in different directions." Blood Feng chose to fight, and his hard cultivation was just for today, in order to be able to fight with the top group of people in the rivers and lakes.

"Kill these two!" At the order of the prince of brocade, many Mongolian soldiers suddenly woke up from the cold atmosphere.

"Kill!" The shouts of killing that shook the entire street overshadowed the raging storm, and hundreds of Mongol soldiers swung their swords and spears towards Si Nian and the masked woman.

"Can you still move?" Si Nian stepped a little, and the whole person appeared elegantly in front of the masked woman, and the right hand holding the oil-paper umbrella moved forward slightly, covering her from the overwhelming rain.

The masked woman was already soaking wet, and the black cloth covering her face was even more soaking. She raised her right hand with difficulty, took off the cloth, and a pair of beautiful faces appeared in front of Si Nian. She looked at the oil-paper umbrella on her head, nodded slightly, stood up with her left hand on her body, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Si Nian looked at her pale face, and then grabbed it with his right hand, and a long knife just slashed past where the masked woman was just now.

"What's your name?" Si Nian put down the oil-paper umbrella in his right hand, took out the immortal sword, and swept out the sword, and several people died.

"Yuman."

"You look familiar, we've met?" Si Nian held her waist with his left hand, and his eyes looked directly at the Mongolian soldiers who pounced again.

"Hmm......" Yu Man's whole body relaxed and leaned on Si Nian's arm, she stared at Si Nian's side face with crystal eyes, her long eyelashes blinking slightly. Leaning on the arm of this strange man, she felt a trace of warmth and a sense of calm security.

"Since you want to fight me, then let this group of miscellaneous soldiers disappear." Si Nian looked at Xuefeng lightly, and then whispered to Yu Man: "Catch ......"

"Huh!" The figure of Si Nian holding Yu Man's body dissipated in an instant, and the figure stepped into the crowd.

"Ahh ......" Si Nian was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and one after another screams came and went. Looking at Si Nian, even with one person, he was able to shuttle through more than 100 people.

Yu Man stared at the sword in front of her as it slashed through someone's throat with only a trace of blood, she had never seen such a precise killing method. She grabbed Si Nian's waist tightly, not worrying about whether this group of people would be able to hurt herself.

Her body moved with Si Nian, and a bundle of blood took up where her figure flashed. After a while, Si Nian's figure stopped.

"Bang! ......" The last few Mongolian soldiers followed Si Nian's stoppage, their eyes widened in despair, and their sturdy bodies fell. Their dying eyes contained unwillingness, and their group of soldiers never thought that one day they would die in such a sloppy manner. More than 100 people did not even hurt the enemy in front of them.

Yu Man's eyes were open in disbelief, she couldn't believe that everything just now was true. However, she had to believe it. Because she watched the deaths of hundreds of people up close, their bodies still lying on the cold bluestone streets.

That night, above the desert, she noticed that this man was extraordinary, but how could she have imagined that he would be so extraordinary. More than 100 Mongolian soldiers were gently cut through their throats, and there was not even a drop of blood stains on their clothes!

"Rest well, no one will bother you." Si Nian picked up the oil-paper umbrella that was placed on the ground and handed it to Yu Man. Then he slowly withdrew the left hand that was holding her waist, and walked lightly towards Blood Edge and the Prince of Brocade.

"Let me see, I haven't seen you for a few years, what are you capable of." Si Nian didn't glance at the Prince of Brocade, just stared at Blood Feng lightly.

Xue Feng watched Si Nian's performance just now, and the excitement in his heart was even worse. His heart was shouting frantically: Kill the sword! He turned out to be a sword killer too! What a perfect sword!

People who are crazy about killing kendo will not regard their lives as the most important thing after all. What obsessed them was the bewitching blood flowers that bloomed under the sword light.

The prince of brocade clothes also saw Si Nian's terror, he took two steps back slightly, and was terrified in his heart: "Blood Feng, I order you to kill him!" ”

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince." Blood Edge stood beside the Brocade Prince, a bloodthirsty smile blooming at the corners of his mouth.

"Poof!" The long sword in Blood Blade's hand pierced through the chest of the brocade prince.

"You!" The brocade-clothed prince's pupils dilated, staring at the blood blade in disbelief.

"From now on, you and I don't matter." Blood Feng looked at him lightly.

"Why ......" Prince Brocade asked the last question of his life, but he couldn't hear his answer.

"Bang!" The heavy body fell, a splash of water, and the prince's dignity was trampled by the blood edge.

Blood Feng watched the blood on the blade of the sword being washed away by the rain in an instant, and slowly spoke: "If I am reborn today, we will all return to the dust." If I win, then I should also go back to the Eleventh City of Huaxia......"

The corners of Blood Feng's mouth outlined an evil smile, and that smile gradually became crazy on his face, and then he looked up to the sky and smiled: "Master Si Zhuang! Today, I'll let you see my sword killing on this yellow sand desert, practicing hard day and night! ”