A black iron sword!

It's like rust is blunt, and no one can see its sharpness!

Guo Songyang drank the wine quietly, his eyes were intoxicated, he looked at the wine glass, and contemplated!

I don't know if he sees things and thinks about people, or thinks about people and things.

Qiu Leng's eyes lit up as he looked at the sword on the table, he used to have a sword like this, as long as he held this sword, there would be nothing terrible in the world.

Maybe Qiu Leng's eyes were too focused and too bright, and he was noticed by Guo Songyang.

Guo Songyang suddenly turned his head, his eyes staring at Qiu Leng's body for a full quarter of an hour.

But Qiu Leng didn't see it, he had already put all his attention on the sword, so there was nothing in the world that he cared about.

The room was suddenly filled with murderous aura and clouds.

Sun Huozi couldn't help coughing, and the murderous aura all came from this person in black clothes!

He's like an unsheathed sword now! Invincible, unstoppable!

It turns out that his talent is the sharpest sword!

Time passed like this, Guo Songyang had already put down the wine glass and stared at Qiu Leng like a blade, his eyes were scratching his nerves all the time!

But Qiu Leng couldn't feel it, and the sharp knife didn't seem to hurt when it scraped on him.

"Who are you!" Guo Songyang is very uncomfortable now, he really can't help it, he has never been so neglected!

"Huh? You ask me? "Autumn Leng turned back to attention.

"Hmm!" Guo Songyang's voice was cold, as cold as a sword.

Qiu sneered and said, "You call me back." ”

"Back? Perhaps the most memorable and sentimental thing in this world is the back of parting!" Guo Songyang actually drank a glass of wine.

Qiu Leng was shocked in his heart, and he said: "Hehe, if there is no parting, there will be no back." ”

"What a good name indeed!" Guo Songyang pointed to his sword again and said, "You like him?" ”

Qiu Leng was afraid that he would be killed by Guo Songyang if he said he liked it, because when Guo Songyang said this, he had already injected murderous energy into his body.

Qiu Leng still stubbornly said: "Everyone likes a good sword!" ”

Guo Songyang's pupils contracted, and he said, "Are you a swordsman?" ”

Qiu Leng nodded and shook his head again. "It used to be, and it wasn't now," he said. Now it's nothing. When he said this, he was as sentimental as the back of parting.

Guo Songyang seemed to be stung by this sentence, if a swordsman can no longer use a sword, then what is the difference between killing him?

What's the point of a person being in the world if they can't do what they love? Then he will forget to laugh and forget to think. Can only endure, endure all pain and suffering!

Guo Songyang actually threw the sword on the table to Qiu Leng.

Qiu Leng grabbed the sword as if reflexively, he not only grabbed the sword, but also pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The whole action is coherent and never drags the mud and water.

Just looking at his sword pressing, Guo Songyang knew how quickly he would draw his sword!

Guo Songyang's pupils contracted again, and he said lightly: "I didn't expect that there would be such a character in the town!" ”

Qiu Leng did pull out the sword accurately, and now he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and slashed his sword on the table.

He drew his sword as fast as lightning, and his sword came out like stone fire!

However, the sword was weak and weak, and when the sword slashed on the table, only a shallow sword mark appeared!

Guo Songyang couldn't help but say, "You don't know how to use a sword? Such a good hand can't use a sword? You don't know how to draw a sword so quickly? ”

Qiu Leng knows that some of the innate attributes of the characters are inherent in the game and will not change. He said: "Maybe it's because there are more swords drawn." ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Guo Songyang couldn't help but shake his head. Suddenly, Guo Songyang's eyes lit up again, and he said, "You come with me, I'll let you see what a sword is!" ”

Guo Songyang didn't care whether Qiu Leng agreed or not, he actually took Qiu Leng's hand and ran out.

Qiu Leng was now powerless, and when he was pulled by Guo Songyang like this, he felt as if his arm was about to break, so he was pulled out by Guo Songyang.

Guo Songyang's steps are not big, and his steps are not in a hurry. But Qiu Leng ran to keep up.

Guo Songyang pulled Qiu Leng to Xingyunzhuang.

The walls of Xingyunzhuang have peeled off, and through the falling soil, you can clearly see the cracked green bricks inside, and the vermilion lacquer door seems to have been washed by too much wind and rain and has been mottled.

It seems that this place has not been inhabited for a long time, and no one has even taken care of the façade!

The façade is like the face of the master, if a person does not even take care of his face, it means that he has given up everything on his body.

The night fog is misty, and the leaves are withering!

When you open the door, there is a winding bluestone path.

The path has been paved with leaves, looking at the withered yellow weeds on both sides, and then looking at the path paved with leaves, a bleak and desolate feeling arises spontaneously.

Guo Songyang couldn't help but sigh and said: "I can't imagine that in the past, the Li Mansion, which was full of red and green flowers and green, plum fragrant chrysanthemums and full of scholarly flavor, actually fell into such a field. The world is changing, and people are cool. ”

Qiu Leng didn't speak, he looked around, he wanted to see what was so strange about this Li Xunhuan's former residence.

But he was disappointed, and all around him was overwhelmed with weeds, except for the grass and the fallen leaves.

Seeing the leaves, he actually remembered Ye Guxue.

Seeing things always thinks about people, and he doesn't know why he is so allergic now. Maybe it's because he's too lonely and too lonely.

At least he's not used to it yet.

The deeper he and Guo Songyang walked, the more clearly they could hear the sound of fighting.

Through the fog, Qiu Leng vaguely saw that Zhuge Gang and the two of them were besieging Ximen Rou, who was now in danger, and he could only parry and not fight back at all.

At this time, a white-faced scholar's eyes flashed, and he smiled sadly: When death is on the verge of death, why bother to fight for trapped beasts, let me help you!

As soon as he stretched out and retracted his hands, he had already cast out his unique long-bladed mantis knife, only to see a flash of miserable blue brilliance, and slashed towards Ximen Rou's back like scissors.

But as soon as his knife was swung out, the person had just jumped up, and suddenly it was as if he had been punched head-on by an invisible hand, and the whole person suddenly fell upside down, and fell to the ground on his back.

Before he could even let out a scream, his breathing had immediately stopped! Because he has a knife in his throat!

A knife that doesn't seem to be anything special!

Everyone's face changed.

Zhuge Gang also saw this knife out of the corner of his eye, and immediately lost his voice: "Xiao Li Flying Knife!" ”

When this voice was called, his mind was divided, his true power had been dispersed, and his body suddenly turned in the opposite direction, but he couldn't help it.

Simon Rou's wrist tightened, and he had already drawn his snake whip!

Zhuge just turned over in the air, swept two feet upside down, and with a bang, the iron crutch fell to the ground, and his people immediately seemed to be nailed to the ground, as stable as Mount Tai.

But his eyes were panicked, and he saw that a person had slowly walked out of the small building.

The man was disheveled, his hair was unkempt, and he seemed so sultry and haggard, but his eyes were sharper than a knife.

Who is this person not Li Xunhuan?

Qiu Leng's pupils contracted, and he finally saw the legendary martial arts, but he didn't see the process, he only saw the ending.

Xiao Li's flying knife seems to have no process!

Where did this knife come from? Why did it come from? Why did it come so fast?

Guo Songyang's pupils also contracted to the extreme, he didn't look at the corpse with the knife like most people, but stared at Li Xunhuan's hand inch by inch!

There is nothing surprising about Li Xunhuan's hands!

Zhuge Gang's hand clenched the iron crutch, but his knuckles were already white from exertion, and he snorted: Xiao Li Tanhua?

The man smiled faintly and said, "Don't dare."

Du, Zhuge Gang couldn't help but take a step back and said sharply: You and I have no grievances, why do you bother to go against us?

Li Xunhuan said lightly: I never want to go against people, but I don't like others to go against me.

He stroked the blade in his hand and said leisurely, "There is no treasure here, you have to go back and forth in vain, and I feel sorry - when you leave, please take the gifts you have brought with you." ”

Zhuge Gang, Shangguan Fei, and Gao Xingkong stared at the blade in his hand, and their throats seemed to have been blocked by a cold thing, and they couldn't say a word anymore.

They could only turn their heads when they looked at the cold corpse!

They turned their heads and saw Guo Songyang and Qiu Leng, while Zhuge Gang, Shangguan Fei and Gao Xingkong's bodies shook significantly.

Just because they saw the pitch-black sword!

It's dark at night! People are pitch black! The sword is also pitch black!

The sword was not only pitch black, but also as cold as night, a full ten meters away, but each of them could feel a biting wind blowing through their bodies!