Chapter 6: Flying Blood

Endless whiteness and silence.

There was no cheering, no applause, no spectators. They don't need cheers, they don't need applause, they don't need bystanders, at this moment they stand opposite each other, stand with their swords, and look at the people in front of them, it is enough.

The sword road is rugged and bumpy, if the swordsman blindly seeks the red world and the prosperity of the world, how can he move forward along the rugged and dangerous sword road, all the way forward? When he entered the rivers and lakes, Yan Shisan was not really blind, even if he got a high reward after every killing, galloping in the gold cave, but how could his heart have ever been lost in it? Never.

Now that he is tired of the killer career, he is tired of the rivers and lakes, and he has never been tired of one thing.

- Sword.

Extremely poor all his life, Yan Shisan believed that he would never be tired of the sword, the sword could allow him to survive in this cunning and strange world, the sword could allow him to enjoy a trace of tranquility and comfort in the lonely and indifferent world, and the sword could make a simple and ordinary life full of a meaning that he could not predict.

A sword casts a swordsman, Yan Shisan is undoubtedly a clever swordsman, a super swordsman, and now the swordsman above the rivers and lakes, which swordsman can really overwhelm Yan Shisan? And what swordsman dares to assert that he can defeat the extremely sharp and strange swordsmanship of the Thirteen Swords?

No one can, Xie Xiaofeng, who was crowned as the number one swordsman in the world on the rivers and lakes, can't, people who have never seen Yan Thirteen's sword can never imagine how terrible Yan Thirteen's sword is, but what about those who have seen Yan Thirteen's sword? All dead! Originally, Shen Feibai of the Seven Star Gate was an exception, but he also died, in the hands of Chu Zhaonan, in Chu Zhaonan's scabbard that did not come out of the sword.

The scabbard pierced the throat, leaving a gap as small as the size of a little finger, how fast and how much control of power did it take?

Yan Shisan didn't want to kill Shen Feibai, because in Yan Shisan's opinion, Shen Feibai was an opponent who could let him make a move in the next twenty years. Therefore, he did not kill Shen Feibai, but Shen Feibai died, and Yan Shisan would not have any fluctuations.

The person standing in front of him in front of him couldn't compare to the existence of even ten Shen Feibai. The person in front of him is the swordsman he has hoped to find since his debut. A peerless swordsman who is not famous, but in his heart, he is better than thousands of swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

Chu Zhaonan looked at Yan Shisan, looking at the rare opponent in his life with such a good kendo talent in front of him. I wonder if you can see the Fourteen Deadly Swords today? This thought flashed in Chu Zhaonan's mind.

Immediately, Chu Zhaonan stopped thinking about it, how could his heart not be lonely? His heart is more lonely than Yan Thirteen, Yan Thirteen at least has this world to be nostalgic for, but he can't even be nostalgic for this world.

But the world is unpredictable, and some things he doesn't want to do have changed because of him, such as Xie Xiaofeng and Murong Qiudi. He thought of Murong Qiudi, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. Just as Murong Qiudi speculated, Chu Zhaonan's psychology was unexpectedly peerlessly powerful, no one could compare to it, as long as Chu Zhaonan was given time, Chu Zhaonan could quickly adjust from that depraved state.

Chu Zhaonan's sword has always been terrifying, but Chu Zhaonan's people are the most terrifying existence.

People who value the sword and ignore people will eventually die in the hands of Chu Zhaonan, Yan Shisan did not despise the sword or people, so he deserved to be Chu Zhaonan's opponent and stood opposite Chu Zhaonan.

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Snowfall. There is a white horse in the snow.

There is snow in the distance, where is there anyone?

Immediately, there were two people, one black and one red.

The black-robed cloaked man was a woman, an extremely beautiful woman, and she should have died at the hands of Yan Shisan. But she is still alive, her name is Murong Qiudi.

Sitting behind the woman was a man in a red robe.

The red robe, the very peculiar red robe, this red robe is not the other red robe. It is not because of the special material, but because the red robe is a wedding robe worn at the time of the wedding. The man's eyebrows were like peaks, steep and sharp, like two erect swords. There is an unstoppable peerless fierce light circulating all the time, this is a man who makes people know at a glance that he is absolutely extraordinary, and this is also a man who can cause thousands of women to go crazy with a light smile anytime and anywhere.

It's just that there is no one in the world who is qualified to see this man's smile except Murong Qiudi, this man's smile is the bloom of Murong Qiudi in his arms, and others are not qualified to make him smile at all, this is an extremely cold man, an extremely gorgeous man who makes people look up.

At this time, the man hugged the woman, and his face showed a smile that he rarely showed as gentle as a spring breeze, and he hugged the woman, as if he was afraid that this woman who longed for freedom would leave him in the next moment.

The man glanced back at the back where he couldn't see anything clearly, and sighed softly, "Now I finally understand why you left me." ”

Murong Qiudi smiled softly and said, "You understand? ”

The man nodded and sighed: "I already understood the moment I saw Yan Shisan, now I am worthy of being his opponent, if I find him at that time, I will definitely die." ”

Murong Qiudi glanced at the man deeply, leaned on the man's chest, and sighed softly: "It seems that you finally understand, I, Murong Qiudi, will never marry a dead man, even if this dead man is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa." ”

This person is the world-famous Xie Xiaofeng, Murong Qiudi's fiancé!

When Xie Xiaofeng was about to marry Murong Qiudi, he had said one thing when he passed through the door, he was about to find Yan Thirteen and fight to the death with Yan Thirteen. At that time, everyone in the world thought that Yan Shisan and Shen Feibai had died together, but Murong Qiudi and Xie Xiaofeng didn't believe it.

Xie Xiaofeng is famous for his swords, how many people are worthy of him Xie Xiaofeng today? In his eyes, there is only one person in the huge rivers and lakes, Yan Thirteen. At that time, Murong Qiudi was not happy, she said that even if you find Yan Shisan, you are not Yan Shisan's opponent, Xie Xiaofeng naturally laughed it off, but Xie Xiaofeng did not expect that Murong Qiudi did not laugh it off, but proved this matter.

At that time, Xie Xiaofeng had feelings and desires in his heart, how could Xie Xiaofeng in such a situation win over Yan Shisan, who was like water? After Xie Xiaofeng lost Murong Qiudi, his heart returned to the point of being ruthless and desireless again, at this time Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan met, and he found that even if he had reached this state of mind, it was difficult for him to conclude that he could defeat Yan Shisan.

Everything is just like Murong Qiudi's words, he can't beat Yan Shisan.

Xie Xiaofeng sighed softly and said, "I understand your thoughts, but I don't understand at all, how did you think of using Chu Zhaonan?" ”

Murong Qiudi shook his head, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "Maybe in my eyes, I am using him, but in Chu Zhaonan's eyes, why haven't I fallen into his trap?" He didn't believe that I would leave you because of him, he just wanted to use me to lure Yan Thirteen out. ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Why did he do this? ”

Murong Qiu Di sighed: "No one in this world understands him, not even his opponent Yan Shisan. ”

Murong Qiudi glanced back at the snowfall in the sky, and sighed softly in his heart: "Even if I have developed a friendship with him in the process of escaping from marriage, he can cut it off without hesitation, Chu Zhaonan, Chu Zhaonan, what kind of person are you??" ”

Xie Xiaofeng hadn't seen Chu Zhaonan, but he had seen Yan Shisan. On that day, he wanted to win or lose with Yan Thirteen, at that time he had reached the peak of swordsmanship, and he was confident that there was only five or five between himself and Yan Thirteen, but Yan Thirteen unexpectedly refused, and the reason for the refusal was because of Chu Zhaonan.

An opponent who is valued by Yan Shisan, no matter how ordinary he is, should be amazing!

Looking at Murong Qiudi in his arms, Xie Xiaofeng smiled, he had disdained to be the first person in the world since his life, but he was born in Shenjian Villa, but he had to carry the heavy burden that his father Xie Wangsun overwhelmed him, and now he no longer wants to be affected by this burden His emotions and thoughts, he wants to do what he likes to do, marry the woman he likes to marry, no one can stop him, even if it is a god.

Indeed, from now on, no one can stop Xie Xiaofeng, because he lost Yan Shisan and Chu Zhaonan's world, Xie Xiaofeng is destined to be proud of the world.

On this day, in the heavy snow, two pairs of eyes passed through the flying snow in front of them, looked at each other, and they didn't know how long they looked at each other, and the two of them pulled out the sword at their waists, the sword that made the world frightened.

The life-killing sword technique, the most terrifying sword technique in the world, but just like Chu Zhaonan's words, if it weren't for the fifteen life-killing swords, it would be difficult to take his life, even if Yan Shisan had already used the fourteen life-killing swords, the speed trajectory of the sword was one point slower than Chu Zhaonan's.

A point slower is enough to make a swordsman die ten times.

There is flying blood in the snow.

The blood of Yan Thirteen.

Chu Zhaonan likes to use his sword to pass through his opponent's throat, this time his sword still passed through Yan Shisan's throat, and as the sword passed through his throat, the blood gradually flowed down the sword, and the blood on the sword was full of ice in the air, covering the sword.

Chu Zhaonan slowly drew his sword, and Yan Shisan also slowly lay on the ground.

No one knew that the last moment Yan Shisan closed his eyes was not to wonder why he had lost in Chu Zhaonan's hands, he was thinking about what kind of sword technique the fifteenth sword was.

When he swung out the fourteenth sword that he had comprehended, he already faintly felt the trajectory of the fifteenth sword, but at this moment it was already time to decide the winner, Chu Zhaonan had already taken out the sword, and he had already taken out the sword.

Two swordsmen will never give their opponents any chance.

In the end, the Fourteen Swords were finally defeated by the Flying Flower and Flying Snow Sword Technique!

Chu Zhaonan slowly inserted the sword back into the scabbard, looked up at the flying snow in the sky and sighed softly: "Is it over?" ”

The matter did not end there, and the ground where Chu Zhaonan was standing began to change.

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Jun Xiaoran stared at the incredible scene in front of him with wide eyes.

It's an incredible scene. (To be continued.) )