"Is this a legendary master?" Si Nian held an umbrella alone, staring at the field with light eyebrows, and at this moment, his mind was still replaying Qing Feng's two swords. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMaybe Blood Feng didn't see it, and Xiaoyao didn't see it. But Si Nian saw it. Qing Feng's sword was not as fast as a sword that transformed into twelve swords, but it was real, and the sword he swung flashed twelve sword lights. Moreover, his second sword was only swung when the Blood Blade was about to stab him in the throat......

The battlefield was chaotic, with shouts of killing mixed with screams mixed with screams in the showers......

"Hmph, interesting." Qin Guyue glanced sideways at the roof of the building where Si Nian was.

"Hey, I don't know anything about swords, but I think he's pretty good." The little beggar also smiled in surprise.

"His murderous aura is very heavy, I didn't expect that there are people in the world besides you and me who have touched the 'kendo'." Qingfeng was still very indifferent, but he couldn't hide a trace of surprise in his heart and the joy of meeting a master of the same level. The master is lonely, and often the most cherished thing by the master is not his relatives or lovers, but an opponent worthy of his sword......

"His 'kendo' is not stable yet, and he is still on the verge of exploration." The little beggar said, holding his cheeks.

"Kendo represents pride, nobility, loneliness, death...... and now, I have entered the silent sword that represents 'loneliness', you are the king sword representing 'pride', and he should be the killing sword representing 'death'. Then, now the sword that represents the 'noble' has not yet appeared. Qin Guyue said lightly to Qingfeng.

Qing Feng also looked sideways at Si Nian in the distance: "On the way of the sword, there are finally two people who can make me look at each other......

"Did you think he would intervene?" Qin Guyue said lightly.

Without waiting for Qingfeng to reply, the little beggar took the lead in taking over: "Hehe, according to our words of Hanako begging, 'everything is according to fate'......"

The corners of Qingfeng's mouth twitched slightly, seemingly smiling, but even more indifferent: "It seems that this is what a monk should say, when did you steal the mantra of a sad monk?" ”

"Wrong, wrong. The monk's mantra is only the word 'sad'. How can you benefactors make a big move here and make their blood flow. Suddenly, a figure floated in from behind everyone, and one stepped on the ground, clasped his palms together, and sighed sadly.

I saw that the person who came was actually a monk, dressed in a patched gray monk's robe, with large and drooping ears, and a round head that was unusually bright in the night.

When Qin Guyue saw this person, she lowered her voice: "Sad monk, this is not your Lingxiao City, it is better for you to leave early, otherwise I will not send you to see your Buddha." ”

"Lord Qin said this, it really made the monk extremely sad, the Buddha was merciful, calculated that there was a lot of blood light here, that is, the monk came here to witness the killing and abuse of the world, in order to stop the source of sadness. When the monk sees blood and is sad, he is grief-stricken and sad. ”

"Stinky monk, you are looking for death!" Qin Guyue seemed to have a great enmity with the sad monk, jumped over, stepped over a few people, and waved his sword to meet the monk.

"Hey, Amitabha, Qin Shi mainly kills the monk, the monk is really sad......"

Si Nian watched the two start to fight from afar, and suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in his godless eyes, but at this moment she looked extremely embarrassed.

The face of the pear blossom with the rain is spoken, the eyes are very firmly fixed in front of the eyes, and the hands of the Tianshan Folding Plum are dancing with a god. But he couldn't block the Wudang Liangyi Sword cooperated by the two Wudang disciples in front of him. The Wudang Liangyi Sword merged into one again, and the strength of the two white qi increased wildly after they converged. Yu Yu was already exhausted, and in the face of this sword qi, he had to forcibly resist and retreat backwards at full speed. "Boom!" The sword qi slammed into the bluestone-paved street in front of Desire, and the bluestone suddenly exploded, and the rubble mixed with the energy made Desire's cross arm protect his eyes and throat and fly back. "Hey!" The two Wudang disciples shouted in unison, and the two swords seemed to merge into one, stabbing towards the atrium of the desire with white light. Looking at the sword that stabbed quickly, she was powerless to stop it, so she had to close her apricot eyes and wait for rebirth......

It seemed that after a long time, the body of Wanting to speak did not feel the pain of being pierced, and at this time, she only felt: it seemed that the rain had stopped, and there was no rain on her wet hair. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes opened slightly, and a slender figure stood in front of him. The owner of the figure put an umbrella over her head, and he was already soaking wet at this time. The two people of the Wudang faction were frightened in their eyes, surprised that the man suddenly appeared, afraid that his sword was actually caught by this person with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what, but the two of them were unwilling to give up, they didn't want to lose this sword, this was Wudang's famous sword - Zhenwu Long Sword.

"If you're all afraid, why don't you run away? Would you rather not even have your life for the sake of the sword? ”

"Click!" The two swords were interrupted in two sections in Si Nian's fingers. Then, draw your sword and put it into its sheath. In just one breath, he completed the three actions of drawing the sword, killing people, and collecting the sword. A sword light slid through the waists of the two of them after the immortal sword entered the sheath, two of them, four knots......

"Don't lose your life for something useless......" was the last voice the two heard before they were reborn. Hollow, pale voice......

"Thank you......" Yu Yu thanked the man in front of him who had saved his life.

"It's for you." The whispering voice rang in her ears as the man turned.

"It's you! Si Nian! Her exhausted body seemed to be filled with hot blood, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's me." Si Nian nodded lightly, but it made Yu feel unusually indifferent.

The mood of wanting to speak fell in Si Nian's indifference, and she asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to pay me back?" You don't owe me anything. ”

Si Nian shook his head: "I owe you a greeting." ”

Then he smiled faintly: "What's your name?" ”

Wanting to talk instantly felt paralyzed, and the abnormal exhaustion made her unable to support it anymore, but she was really happy now, inexplicably happy: "My name is Desire ......"

"Boom, boom, boom!" When he was about to faint, he suddenly slashed at Si Nian with several big knives. "Boom!" Si Nian threw some oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, holding the delicate body that had fallen to the end of his mouth, and the white light on his whole body suddenly flashed, and a white energy rippled out, shocking and flying out of several people who attacked him. Several people fell to the ground with a bang, and their feet stiffened out, and they died of exhaustion. Suddenly, the people around him who wanted to sneak attack Si Nian again quickly stopped the idea of sneak attack.

Si Nian was about to help Desire Yu walk out of the field, when suddenly a drop of blood splashed in his face. "Poof." Si Nian's right hand was lightly raised, and the blood beads stopped in his starting palm, and under the wrapping of his internal force, the blood beads did not disperse, like a blood-colored pearl. "What a tempting smell of blood...... Si Nian stopped the thought of taking Lust out of the battlefield to rest. Holding the desire to speak with his left hand, he slowly pulled out the immortal sword from his back with his right hand, and the sound of the sword rubbing against the sheath made Qing Feng and the others in the open space in the distance clearly hear.

"Whoosh!" "Ahh Yes! Yes! ......" There was a scream where the black, white light appeared. Si Nian, no matter which side he is, he will kill anyone when he sees it......

"This kid is like a madman!" Seeing Si Nian's indiscriminate attack in the field, the little beggar couldn't help but scold.

"You look at the two of them, I'll stop him and try his strength......" Qing Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement, jumped into the air, and landed behind Si Nian in the blink of an eye.

"Interesting. It turns out that this is the killing sword, the obsession with killing and blood. The little beggar looked at Qin Guyue and the sad monk and said with a smile.

Seeing Qing Feng with an indifferent aura coming over, Si Nian stopped the sword in his hand. "I didn't expect to attract you, a legendary master, I once met you once."

Qingfeng said: "I haven't seen you yet." ”

Si Nian smiled lightly: "At that time, I didn't deserve to let you look at even a glance." ”

Qingfeng was still indifferent: "Now you are qualified to let me draw my sword." ”

Si Nian said: "Although I am not your opponent, you can't kill me." ”

Qingfeng said: "You are very confident in your light skills? ”

Si Nian was not modest: "Yes." ”

Qing Feng looked thoughtfully, and finally raised his eyes and looked at Si Nian: "I'm not sure to kill you." ”

Si Nian's godless eyes stared at the sword on Qing Feng's waist: "In that case, why draw the sword?" ”

Qingfeng said: "Because you are making trouble." ”

Si Nian laughed and threw the immortal sword in his hand backwards and put it into the sheath.

Qingfeng asked, "Don't kill it?" ”

Si Nian nodded: "I'm afraid of death." ”

Qingfeng said: "It's okay, you don't die so easily. "Whew!" The sword came out, and the cold sword light rushed towards Si Nian. "Dang!" Si Nian flicked the sword body with the index finger of his right hand, picked up the desire to speak and jumped up, and went out to the outer circle of the battlefield in a few o'clock. Looking back and smiling, his delicate face swept away Qingfeng, Qin Guyue, the sad monk and the little beggar with a faint smile, and then drifted away and disappeared into the twilight night rain......