Chapter 852: This sword is too godly

At the end of the trail is a bottomless cliff. The white-haired man frowned and stopped. Suddenly a figure flashed beside the boulder. In the moonlight, a ghostly man stood. He glanced at the white-haired man, and squeezed out a sneer on his thin face. The man in black looked at the white-haired man and suddenly said, "Please!" he said, walking towards the cliff step by step. He stood on the edge of the cliff, slowly glanced back at the white-haired man, and then jumped off the cliff.

The white-haired man frowned, and then slowly walked towards the edge of the cliff.

It was dark under the cliff, and there was no bottom in sight, and the night wind howled under the cliff. He closed his eyes and didn't think about anything, and his old face full of wrinkles looked very calm in the moonlight. He, jumped. The wind, whistling in his ears. Suddenly, the white-haired man felt as if his body was caught in a net. But in an instant, it was thrown out by a strong force.

The white-haired man opened his eyes. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the cold stars twinkled. The white-haired man found himself lying on the soft grass. He slowly climbed up, only to find that there was no injury on his body.

The mysterious man in black stood not far from the white-haired man, he looked at the white-haired man coldly, then turned around and flew towards the mountain. The white-haired man followed closely behind the man in black.

The effort was not great, and suddenly the front opened up, and there were all kinds of buildings on both sides of the road. The man in black had swept towards a black pine forest. The white-haired man followed closely. The man in black was nowhere to be seen. Just as the white-haired man was looking around, a man slowly walked out from behind a pine tree. The man was draped in a red sheath, and the long sword at his waist was obscured by the red swordsman, revealing only a bare hilt. The man's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his cheeks were sunken to give him a fierce look.

The white-haired man's pupils constricted, he clenched the knife in his hand, and said hatefully: "Xiaoyuan Divine Sword Garden Bixi?"

Yuan Bixi held back a smile, "Exactly." ”

The white-haired man stared at the sword on the waist of Yuanbi Creek, and said hatefully: "Okay, pull out your sword!"

Yuan Bixi looked at the wrinkled face of the white-haired man, sighed, and said, "You and I have been friends for many years, why do you have to force me to make a move?"

The white-haired man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the knife in his hand trembled in laughter, he pointed to Yuan Bixi's nose, and said hatefully: "Friend, do you still have the face to mention the word friend?" He gritted his teeth, and his chest was rising and falling violently: "It was you, a good friend, who killed my son!"

Yuan Bixi sank his face and said coldly: "Your son forced me." ”

The muscles on the white-haired man's face were jumping suddenly: "He admired your swordsmanship and learned martial arts with you, but he didn't expect you to be poisoned." ”

Yuan Bixi sneered: "He makes dangerous and poisonous moves, and his moves are deadly. It was fake that he was practicing martial arts with me, and it was true that he killed me. ”

The white-haired man raised his face: "Does he really want to kill you?"

Yuan Bixi raised his eyebrows and said, "Not bad." He sighed and slowly continued, "If I don't kill him, I will definitely be killed by him in the end." ”

The white-haired man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Good reason." ”

Yuan Bixi's eyes tightened: "You don't believe my words?"

The white-haired man paused and said fiercely, "I believe it." ”

Yuan Bixi didn't speak, he stared into the white-haired man's eyes.

The wrinkles on the white-haired man's face shook violently, he stared at Yuan Bixi, took a few steps forward, and said sharply: "I believe you are a ruthless villain. ”

Yuan Bixi stood there, staring at the white-haired man without even saying a word.

The white-haired man clenched the knife in his hand, and angry flames erupted from his eyes.

Yuan Bixi suddenly lifted the red daze, and the long sword at his waist was exposed. He looked at the white-haired man, sighed, and said leisurely: "The sword has no eyes, and life and death have their own destiny." ”

The white-haired man's face was twisted, and he suddenly shouted, "Draw your sword." ”

Yuan Bixi's hand suddenly pressed the hilt of the sword. His big red flank hunted in the night wind. He glanced at the white-haired man and said slowly: "I thought you were a reasonable person, but I didn't expect ......" He sighed and shook his head again: "You make me hope too much." ”

The white-haired man didn't speak, and he swooped down on Yuanbi Creek. The knife in his hand struck a sharp flash, slashing directly at Yuan Bixi's neck.

Yuan Bixi's face was cold, and as soon as he shook his hand, the long sword stabbed out like lightning.

The sword of Yuanbixi came first.

The white-haired man's knife was eight inches away from Yuan Bixi's neck.

Yuan Bixi's sword was less than three inches away from the white-haired man's throat.

Yuan Bixi's sword suddenly stopped at the throat of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man's knife still stabbed like lightning.

Yuan Bixi suddenly put away his sword.

Yuan Bixi's long sword drew an arc in the air, and then snapped back like lightning.

The crisp sound of "dang" is the sound of swords colliding. The white-haired man's palms were numb for a while, and the knife in his hand burst into another gap.

Yuan Bixi held the sword in his hand, and he stood quietly in the moonlight, his thin face terrifyingly black.

The white-haired man lowered his head, and there was an obvious scar on the lifeline of his right hand, and a trace of blood had oozed from the wound. The white-haired man stared at the wound in his lifeline in amazement. There was a strange expression on his face. I don't know if it's horror or gratitude. Yuan Bixi has shown mercy. Otherwise, with that sword, he would already be a dead man. The white-haired man sighed secretly in his heart, he really couldn't imagine that at such a critical juncture, Yuan Bixi not only injured him, but also returned to the sword to save himself. He didn't expect that Yuan Bixi would be so divine with a sword, if he had the slightest more strength, his right hand would be abolished.

The white-haired man stared at Yuanbi Creek, his full head of white hair flying wildly in the night wind. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Yuan Bixi said lightly: "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago, why wait until now?"

The white-haired man looked at the knife in his hand, and the expression on his face was extremely sad: "From now on, there will be no magic sword in the rivers and lakes." He stared at the gap in the knife and sighed, "My knife is worthless." I can't kill anyone with this sword. It seems that only one person can be killed. ”

Yuan Bixi sneered: "You still want to kill me?"

The white-haired man shook his head and said with a sad face: "I can't kill you, I can only kill myself!"

Yuan Bixi was stunned.

The knife in the white-haired man's hand stabbed into his lower abdomen.

Yuan Bixi shouted: "Wait a minute......"

The white-haired man didn't wait, the knife in his hand had already pierced deep into his lower abdomen. He can't kill Yuan Bixi, but he can kill himself.

The white-haired man stood in the wind, the knife that had been cut deep into his lower abdomen.

Yuan Bixi shouted and rushed over.

The white-haired man's body fell backwards, but he was held up by Yuan Bixi.

The white-haired man stared at his distracted eyes, and he saw Yuan Bixi's thin face.

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