"The number one swordsman in the world!"

There seemed to be a sigh in Fang Ming's tone: "This reputation is too heavy for a swordsman or even his family, outsiders will only applaud this achievement, but how can they know the blood and tears behind it?" ”

"Being born as the younger brother of Xue Yiren is your luck and your greatest misfortune!"

"Because all your achievements have been overshadowed by the brilliance of the 'No. 1 Swordsman in the World', if you have achievements, it should be, because you are the younger brother of the 'No. 1 Swordsman in the World', if you occasionally do something wrong, it will become a great crime, because everyone will think that you have lost your brother's person."

Xue Xiaoren's whole body trembled.

Fang Ming continued: "But you didn't bow to fate, nor did you get depressed, because you are not one to admit defeat, and you also know that your achievements will never be able to beat your brother, so you chose another path and embarked on the path of secretly forming an assassin organization......

"But under the constraints of Xue Yiren, you can't act rashly at all, so you came up with the wonderful method of 'pretending to be crazy', so that others will no longer pay attention to you, let others be disappointed in you, and you can be free and do what you want."

"By now, you are the leader of the largest assassin organization in the rivers and lakes, one of the most powerful, mysterious, and cruel black hands in the martial arts! Even a master like 'A Little Red in the Central Plains' is just a sword in your hand, and if he kills, he has to kill! ”

Xue Xiaoren suddenly laughed wildly: "This is really a good story, but all this is your imagination, and there is not even the slightest evidence!" ”

"Could it be that in your eyes, I, like Chu Liuxiang, are people who have to be reasonable and evidence-oriented?"

Fang Ming glanced at Xue Xiaoren, but the blood in his whole body was cold.

"Not bad!"

Xue Xiaoren's face suddenly became gloomy, and he no longer had the slightest innocence and childishness before: "You are the same as me, you are all unruly!" What is the purpose of your painstaking efforts to find me? ”

Although he was still wearing fancy clothes at this time, the temperament on his body became cold like a poisonous snake, and the light of ferocity and greed shot out of his eyes, which was simply chilling.

"It's a joke for a person like me to say that he's here to do chivalry......"

Fang Ming shook his head: "I'm here to do business with you!" This business is too big, and the Central Plains can't take it at all, so I have to look for you! ”

"Oh?" Xue Xiaoren played with the soft sword hilt in his hand: "I am a killer, give money to kill, fair and reasonable, but my price is not cheap......

"Three million taels of silver!"

Fang Ming suddenly said, "How about three million taels of silver?" ”

As soon as this amount came out, Xue Xiaoren's eyes suddenly fluctuated, even though he was the biggest leader in the killer world, he had never taken over a business at this price.

"It's really a big business, who are you going to kill?"

Xue Xiaoren asked.

"How is Xue Yiren?" Fang Ming said: "I heard that the Central Plains don't recognize any red six relatives, as long as you give money, you will kill anyone, since you are his master, it must be the same......

"Hmmm! I'm the same kind of person......"

Xue Xiaoren was halfway through speaking, but his tone changed: "But I have a better choice now, and that is...... You!!! ”

"How much do you pay so that I won't kill you?"

Xue Xiaoren smiled coldly: "Since you can afford three million taels, if you don't do it well, you will have six million taels, if I let you go, wouldn't you be a fool?" ”

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, I don't even have a copper plate on me......"

Fang Ming smiled: "I also changed my mind, you are such an interesting person, it would be a pity to kill it, but ...... If you want to be a fool and an idiot, then you really want to do it for the rest of your life......"

"It seems that neither of us has the sincerity to do business!"

Xue Xiaoren's face suddenly became blank, and the aura on his body also dissipated-'Stunned'! This is the best portrayal of him at this time!

Fang Ming looked at Xue Xiaoren like this, and his face became solemn.

Ding!

In the dead silence, there was a sudden groan.

It's the sword in Xue Xiaoren's hand! The blade of the sword shook, emitting a slight sword roar, like a poisonous snake roaring, thirsting for the blood of its enemies!

Fang Ming suddenly felt that what he was facing was not a person, a sword, but a chaotic, strange, and demonic murderous aura!

This murderous aura was a mixture of a strange man and a magic sword, and the man and the sword had been condensed into one, almost indestructible and invulnerable.

This man has become the ghost of the sword, and the sword has become the soul of the man, this is the realm of the demon in the sword! Anyone who is against this sword demon is not only unwise, but also unlucky!

There seemed to be a rush of air in the air.

Xue Xiaoren had actually combined his killing intent with his sword qi! At this time, the murderous aura was like a living thing, although his sword was not moving, but this murderous aura was already flowing, pervasive!

Fang Ming only felt a murderous aura rushing from the air, trying to rush into his eyes, into his ears, into his nostrils, into his sleeves, and even into every pore!

Even if he was originally a master at the top of the rivers and lakes, if he was swept into by this murderous aura, he was afraid that he would become a little white rabbit to be slaughtered, and he would no longer have the slightest power to resist!

"Good swordsmanship! It's murderous! ”

Fang Ming suddenly spoke: "The competition between masters is like a confrontation between two armies, and the momentum is indispensable!" During the Warring States Period, there was a famous saying in the country of Lu: 'The husband fights, the courage is also, one drum of strength, and then decline, three and exhaustion, the other exhaustion, so the restraint." When you understand this, you will be able to outnumbered and invincible! Your current momentum, looking at the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid that few of you will be able to take it, so that the enemy will lose completely before the battle starts......"

Under this pervasive murderous aura, he didn't seem to be affected at all, like a god carved from jade, standing still, and still able to speak.

Xue Xiaoren's eyes moved, his hand shook, the soft sword had already burst out like a poisonous snake, the sword light flashed, and suddenly stabbed at Fang Ming like lightning!

Fang Ming had seen Zamuhe's shadowless fast sword, and he had also seen Xue Xiaoren's fast and ruthless swordsmanship before, these two were already extremely fast knives and swords, compared to the Central Plains a little red, the so-called fast sword was nothing.

But now Xue Xiaoren stabbed out with a sword, invisible and invisible, but the speed was more than twice as fast as before!

Before this 'fast sword', the gentleman's sword and Shuai Yifan's swordsmanship across the Central Plains were no different from children's playing!

In Xuejiazhuang, Xue Xiaoren, who pretended to be crazy and stupid, at least hid fifty percent of his strength!

Fang Ming had already trained his body to the realm of 'King Kong is not bad, all evils are not invasive', after the internal strength spread all over his hands, he dared to use his flesh palm to catch the secret weapon of the black pearl and the blunt weapon issued by Xue Xiaoren, but he never dared to fight against this magic sword with his flesh and blood, unless he wanted to cut off his hands!

Choke! Fang Ming's figure flickered, the wind knife on his waist let out a long roar, and the handle of the knife seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, flying into Fang Ming's hand.

With a flash of the knife, Xue Xiaoren retreated violently, and stabbed again with his backhand!

His swordsmanship can hardly be said to be swordsmanship, because all the clutter has been eliminated, it is a swordsmanship born for killing, simple, fast, absolutely no superfluous fancy, and, to the extreme!

There were already seventy-seven and forty-nine cold stars in the air, and he actually stabbed out forty-nine swords in an instant! Every sword is not far from Fang Ming's vital point!

And after these forty-nine swords, he let out a clear whistle, and the sword shadows were endless, and he stabbed out forty-nine swords!

These forty-nine swords were in the opposite direction to the previous forty-nine swords, but they cooperated with each other, and they had completely locked Fang Ming's retreat!

This kind of swordsmanship has reached the point of being supernatural, even if Chu Liuxiang comes, it will be difficult to get out with his world's best light skills!

But Fang Ming is not Chu Liuxiang!

Maybe his light skills are a little inferior to Chu Liuxiang, but other martial arts are definitely better than Chu Liuxiang!

Xue Xiaoren stabbed out ninety-eight swords! He also returned ninety-eight knives!

The sword light and sword shadow dissolved each other, and the soft sword in Xue Xiaoren's hand didn't know what material it was, and it was not damaged at all when it intersected with the Great Wind Knife.

"This is the invincible swordsmanship of the blood-clothed man?"

Although Xue Xiaoren was later deleted and modified several times, his swordsmanship and martial arts were passed down by Xue Yiren, the elder brother, and naturally there were traces left, and Fang Ming's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"It's really good, you also take me seven knives!"

The gale knife whined and whistled, as if wrapped in the loess and gravel of the desert, and suddenly split out seven knife shadows!

This was not Fang Ming's sword technique, but the Shadowless Divine Sword of the previous Desert King Zamuhe!

The blade came out without a shadow, and the shadowless divine knife at this time had reached its peak in Fang Ming's hands, far beyond the limit of what Zamuhe could play!

Xue Xiaoren's long sword connected the dots, stabbing out six swords like plum blossoms, but he didn't stop a knife after all, and a red line had already flown out of his left shoulder.

The sword flashed, and two figures staggered in mid-air.

At this moment, the sword in Xue Xiaoren's palm suddenly slashed out from under his ribs like a poisonous snake!

This sword is like an eagle probing its claws, and a poisonous snake spitting letters! It's a killer blow!

Xue Xiaoren's sword actually didn't have any magic, but his shot was too fast, the time was too accurate, and the part of the shot was even more surprising to the opponent.

This is not a sword stabbing people, but like an enemy sending it to the tip of the sword, and the best thing is that if there is the slightest deviation when this sword is slashed, if it is half a step slower, it is impossible to succeed, and if this sword is half a step faster when it is slashed out of the mountain, it will never be able to succeed.

Xue Xiaoren seemed to have already calculated that when the two of them were staggered, it was the moment when Fang Ming's defense was the most negligent, so he fought with his left arm to stab this sword!

How fast is Fang Ming? The moment when the figures are staggered is like a white horse passing through the gap, passing in the blink of an eye, and it is even more difficult to grasp this moment to make a move.

After a sword was stabbed, Xue Xiaoren's eyes had a look of satisfaction, as if the master had seen the work of his own painstaking condensation.

But he didn't look back, his body jumped, and he flew out directly. (To be continued.) )