Chapter 3: Pick-up

The young man in Tsing Yi stared at the black-clothed swordsman in front of him for a long time, sighed softly, and said, "I can meet you in such a remote place, it seems that you and I are destined to be entangled." ”

"It seems that you still remember me, very good, so that you and I will not have to save a lot of trouble!" The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were as cold as frost and as sharp as lightning.

Chu Zhaonan smiled and said softly: "Even if I forget your person, it will be difficult to forget your sword!" ”

"So you know what I mean?" The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were cold, and the murderous intent overflowed, and the noisy inn was instantly frozen because of these words, no one dared to speak, no one dared to squeak, the rich murderous intent on the black-clothed swordsman and the four corpses lying on the ground proved that this swordsman was peerless and terrifying.

Chu Zhaonan smiled and replied calmly: "I understand what you mean, but it is difficult to have a battle between you and me today." ”

The black-clothed swordsman coldly glanced at the black-clothed young man standing behind Chu Zhaonan, to be precise, it should be a black-clothed woman dressed as a woman, and then quickly turned his gaze to look at Chu Zhaonan and said, "Is it because of this woman that you refuse to fight me?" The voice was disdainful.

Chu Zhaonan looked back at the woman with aura on her face, and then looked at the black-clothed swordsman with a strong murderous intent in her eyes, and said her identity: "For you, women are just burdens, just vents, but for me, this woman is extraordinary, so Yan Shisan, I need to give me a little time." ”

Yan Shisan, his words fell to the ground, and his voice was like a hammer hitting the ice, loud and incomparable. The hearts of those who know this name can't help but tremble.

Yan Thirteen, the number one killer in the world, Yan Thirteen, one of the strongest swordsmen in the world! But for anyone who has been mixed in the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid no one doesn't know the name Yan Shisan, which is equivalent to Shaolin Wudang is Wulin Taishan Beidou.

The black-clothed swordsman is Yan Thirteen, a Yan Thirteen who came here thousands of miles away to find Chu Zhaonan. Yan Shisan, who has always ignored other people's emotions, naturally does not pay attention to other people's expressions. At this moment, Yan Shisan looked coldly at the opponent in front of him who wanted to draw his sword, was silent for a while, and said, "How many days do you need?" ”

Chu Zhaonan pondered for a moment and said, "Three days, three days is enough!" ”

"Okay, I'll give you three days. Three days later, you and I will meet here! Yan Shisan immediately made a decision, said, and then turned around and wanted to leave, Chu Zhaonan also gave his hand at this time, watching Yan Shisan leave.

Suddenly, a very thin voice sounded.

The voice was extremely subtle, so subtle that when the voice was heard by Chu Zhaonan, the sword had already pierced Chu Zhaonan's throat.

Blood Shoot!

This extremely thin sound is the sound of breaking through the air. The thing that caused this extremely thin sound was the sword, an ordinary wooden sword, a very, very slender and slender wooden sword.

In the midst of an exclamation, a dry and powerful hand grasped the wooden sword, which was definitely not the hand of a rich and noble family, but the hand that did rough work. In fact, this is indeed a person who does rough work, this person is none other than the coachman who drives the car for Yan Shisan.

A coachman with a 'cross' sword mark on his face.

No one thought that such a scene would happen when the storm was about to be peaceful, and no one thought that a coachman dressed in such an ordinary way would have such a strong martial arts. With such a fast hand speed and body technique, he actually took the life of the opponent in Yan Shisan's eyes in an instant.

Chu Zhaonan lay on the ground with wide eyes. A dead look.

The woman in black stood stunned and looked at the figure lying straight on the ground, maybe she didn't think that Chu Zhaonan, who was facing the three martial artists alone just now, died so simply.

Yan Shisan didn't have any expression on his face, but the thick cold aura on his body turned the inn into an ice cave, he looked at this nosy subordinate coldly, and said coldly: "Give me a reason why I won't kill you." ”

The groom withdrew his sword. Standing respectfully in front of Yan Shisan, he said, "How can a person who can't even beat me be worthy of being your opponent?" ”

Yan 13 said: "So he is not worthy of being my opponent?" ”

Ma Fu said: "Yes, he is not worthy of being your opponent, and he is not even worthy of letting you shoot."

Yan Shisan said again: "Then who is worthy of being my opponent in your eyes." “

"At least two of them!" “

Yan Shisan said: "Those two people? “

Ma Fu said: "One is Xie Xiaofeng of the Divine Sword Villa. Two Chu Zhaonan! ”

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At this moment, after listening to the picture that Jun Xiaoran saw in his eyes, Shangguan Xiangfei clapped her hands and said, "I finally saw a look of surprise in your eyes. ”

Looking at the picture on the five-color altar, Jun Xiaoran, who came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and said: "There are not many people who are not surprised when they see this scene, in my memory, Yan Shisan is dead, but Xie Xiaofeng's status above the rivers and lakes is not like this. ”

Concubine Shangguan Xiang smiled softly and said, "Do you really think so?" Don't you think that in this world, the status of the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa is Xie Xiaofeng's true status? ”

Jun Xiaoran's heart was shocked, and he looked at Shangguan Xiangfei and said: "So what you mean is that my previous guess is true, and now that we live in the world, those masters in the world themselves don't live in the same world?" ”

Shangguan Xiangfei smiled and said, "You are really smart, but your reaction is a little slower!" And you forget why people living in different worlds appear in the same world. ”

Jun Xiaoran felt a chill in his heart, looked up at the picture that had stood still on the five-colored altar, and said, "Could it be that the reason is in it?" ”

Shangguan Xiangfei smiled, glanced at Nameless, Dugu Jian and the others, and said, "Maybe you will be clear after watching this scene!" Immediately, I saw Shangguan Xiangfei's hands sealed, and the picture on the ground appeared in mid-air, and the picture immediately began to move forward.

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"Do you think he is not Chu Zhaonan?" Yan Shisan looked at the horseman and said.

Ma Fu glanced down at the corpse on the ground, and said: "Since the master attaches so much importance to this Chu Zhaonan, his martial arts should be far above the villain and not below me, but I can kill him with one sword, it is conceivable that he is definitely not Chu Zhaonan!" ”

Yan Shisan's eyes began to glow, and he continued to ask, "But just by virtue of this?" ”

Ma Fu said: "Of course, there is more than this, there is another point, this is very important, master, can you pay attention to this girl?" The groom shifted his gaze to the woman in black.

Yan Shisan nodded and said, "Naturally, I noticed it." ”

The groom said, "Does the master know the identity of this girl?" ”

Yan Shisan said: "If the speculation is good, this girl should be the eldest lady of the Murong family, Murong Qiudi. ”

The marriage between Murong Qiudi and the third young master of Shenjian Villa has been all over the world, and there is no one who knows Xie Xiaofeng who doesn't know Murong Qiudi, so Murong Qiudi can be regarded as one of the most famous people today.

Ma Fu said: "She is Murong Qiudi, so I concluded that the person on the ground is not Chu Zhaonan!" ”

Yan Shisan said: "The person on the ground is not Chu Zhaonan, so who is it?" ”

The groom did not say anything more, but drew his sword.

The groom's sword was as sharp as a poisonous snake, swift as the wind, and the sword was swung out and immediately removed the mask on Chu Zhaonan's face.

The mask was removed, revealing a slightly obese face.

At this moment, anyone knows that the person under the mask is not Chu Zhaonan, but someone else.

Yan Shisan looked at Murong Qiudi and said, "Who is he?" ”

The black-robed woman smiled, glanced at the people on the ground, and said, "I don't know. ”

Yan Shisan said: "You don't know? ”

The black-robed woman said confidently: "Do you know everything about everyone who is with you?" ”

Yan Shisan said: "Then do you know who you are?" ”

The black-robed woman said, "I naturally know, am I not the eldest lady of the Murong family in your mouth, Murong Qiudi?" ”

Yan Shisan said: "You are Murong Qiudi, but he is not Chu Zhaonan. ”

The black-robed woman said, "If he were Chu Zhaonan, then I wouldn't be here." ”

Yan Shisan asked again: "Therefore, you don't know where Chu Zhaonan is at all, and the news you are circulating on the rivers and lakes is nothing more than your Ecstasy Array." Speaking of this, Yan Shisan's complexion had begun to change, he looked at the woman in front of him, looked at the very shrewd woman in front of him, Yan Shisan, who had never liked to kill women, suddenly had an urge to kill.

The woman who called herself Murong Qiudi shook her head very calmly and said, "At least one thing I didn't lie?" ”

Yan Shisan said: "That is the same? ”

Murong Qiudi said: "I ran away from marriage for Chu Zhaonan, and I didn't lie about this. ”

Yan Shisan said: "But according to all kinds of speculation, Chu Zhaonan did not go to the Murong family at all!" ”

Murong Qiu Di said: "Could it be that Fei wants him to go to the Murong family so that I can escape from marriage?" There is no such truth in the world. ”

Yan Shisan was silent, indeed, there is indeed no such reason in the world.

Disappointed, very disappointed! Yan Shisan turned around again and left the inn.

Yan Shisan turned around, but the horse husband didn't turn around, and the sword that didn't return to the sheath moved again, this time the speed of the sword was even faster than just now, and it was even more tricky, this was an incomparable and exquisite swordsmanship, and this sword was directly forced into Murong Qiudi's throat.

The killing intent has been decided, and a useless woman should not have stayed in this world.

Murong Qiudi's skills were naturally several times better than that fallen Chu Zhaonan, she clearly saw that the groom's sword was hitting her, she even judged the direction of the groom's sword, but she didn't dodge.

At this moment, she has no love left, so she is ready to die.

Looking at the sword that was about to cut her throat in the next moment, Murong Qiudi closed his eyes and sighed in his heart: he didn't come after all!

At this moment, a sigh rang out.

A soft sigh, a breeze, an unsheathed sword.

At the same time, a horseman who had fallen to the ground and was no longer lifeless.

The groom had a sword in his hand, but the man was dead.

His death was the same as the way he killed, a sword pierced the throat, but it was not a sword, but a scabbard. (To be continued.) )