"Huh!"

Su Qing smiled but did not speak.

The woman frowned.

"Sir, don't you believe what you say?"

The cold wind was cold, the snow was flying on the river, and the cold that came in, Su Qing looked at the sugar gourd in his hand, and said softly without raising his head: "The girl really has a bad memory, you forgot that Shicai has asked a question, and I will answer you, as for the second question, I'm afraid you won't get the answer today!" ”

"Bold, dare to tease the Lord!"

Behind the woman, there was a white-clothed ghost-faced man with murderous eyes and scolding.

"Shut up!"

It's just that the woman in white giggled, waved her hand, and then looked at the mysterious person in front of her, and said in a soft voice: "Mr. said too early, hasn't Yan Shisan spoken yet, if I let him ask, he will always know, in this way, Mr. will never refuse!" ”

Su Qing turned her head and looked at the snow-white, dust-free woman in front of her, who was wearing the softest, most luxurious, and most expensive soft blanket in the world, spread from the dirty low stool to the ground, and paddled her feet, as if separating the greasy room.

The eyes are facing each other.

Su Qing looked at the other party's eyes and said with a gentle smile: "Your eyes remind me of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but unfortunately, it's not good!" ”

"Oh? What's so bad? ”

The woman was surprised.

"Too much sorrow!"

Su Qing said.

The two talked, and outside the window, they saw a fight.

The river waves are turbulent, the iron cable crosses the river, and there are two figures stepping on it, bathing in the wind and snow, facing each other from afar.

One on the left and one on the right.

The one on the left, with a cold face and a sword in his hand.

His hair was black, his clothes were black, his sword was black, his sheath was black, and his hilt was black, and in the vast white snow he looked particularly eye-catching, lonely, and ominous; Fortunately, his hand was white, revealing a bloodless paleness, white not like a living person's hand, and he was holding his sword tightly, perhaps holding it too tightly, so that his muscles and bones were exposed, revealing a murderous aura.

It is indeed ominous, the swordsman of death is the most ominous existence in this river and lake, because if this person stands in front of you one day, it means that your death time has come.

This is also the saddest thing for swordsmen in the world, first there is Xie Xiaofeng who dominates the sword, shocks the rivers and lakes, is invincible in the world, and is respected as a sword god by the martial arts, and then there is this, Yan Thirteen.

This person was born in a kendo family, relying on a family heirloom of life-killing swordsmanship, self-realization of life-killing thirteen swords, high talent, rare in the world, since the day he stepped into the rivers and lakes, the people killed under the sword, none of them lived, did not meet the opponent; It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that this person's swordsmanship is already comparable to that of the sword god Xie Xiaofeng.

In an era, there were two top swordsmen.

This is both splendid and sad, because the reason why the summit is called the summit is because the position is too narrow and steep to accommodate only one person to stand alone.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

Everyone knows that one day, these two will eventually fight.

And the person on the other side is a swordsman who has been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes, the impermanent swordsman, Zhou Tong, wearing a hat, carrying a white paper lantern in one hand and a thin sword in the other, green and dark and clumsy, and it is also a famous sword, this person's eyes are like copper bells, and he said viciously: "You are the killer who likes to kill people behind his back, Yan Shisan?" ”

Yan Shisan stood with his sword in his arms, and under the scattered ink hair, a pair of black cold eyes like paint slowly raised.

"I never kill behind my back!"

Both of them are two-legged ropes, only in the wind and snow with the wind ups and downs, such as two pieces of light feathers stuck to the iron cable, under the feet is the dangerous waves, the slightest carelessness, is to be buried in the cold current, the end of the catastrophe, just a bystander, has the onlookers to see the thrilling, all over the body cold.

"Your brother is also the one who should be killed, Zhou Tong, why bother to kill yourself!"

Yan Shisan's pale face had no sorrow or joy, no expression.

"Speak without shame, suffer death!"

Zhou Tong's eyes suddenly appeared, a little on tiptoe, already like a flying swallow through the air, castrated like an arrow, shaking the sword in his right hand, and immediately saw more than a dozen green mang sword flowers in the wind and snow, and the swordsmanship was exquisite and wonderful.

But the eyes of countless onlookers on the riverside widened, and they saw that Zhou Tong, who was attacking and had amazing swordsmanship, suddenly had a dark eye, holding a sword in his hand, like a bird with folded wings, and crossed an arc trajectory in the air, and then fell straight into the river, dying simply.

A black sword, unsheathed at some point, lay across the snow.

The dark and simple sword body was adorned with thirteen pearls, and a drop of blood slid down the tip of the sword, still lingering.

Whose sword is this?

Yan Thirteen's sword.

The name of the sword, bone poison.

He held the sword in his right hand, shook the sword body, blood splashed down, and then the black sword returned to the sheath, and he had already turned around and walked towards the inn.

A duel without suspense.

Yan thirteen sword sealed the throat.

There was already an uproar on the riverside.

"It's a pity, no matter how high his swordsmanship is, in this world, there is still a third young master of the Divine Sword Villa......" 361 read

A word came to his ears along the wind.

Yan Shisan's face was expressionless, and he was inexplicably stunned, and then a roar burst out of his mouth, his black hair was agitated, and he was crazy like a demon.

"Ah......h

The terrible howl seemed to be colder than the wind and snow, and the frightened people were all frightened, scattered as birds and beasts, and fled as if they were leaving.

on the inn.

Su Qing and the woman took in everything, their eyes were dull, and they had been waiting for a long time.

Until Yan 13 entered the building and went upstairs.

He looked at Su Qing, his eyes flashed, and said, "I'll help you kill someone, and you answer me a question!" ”

Su Qing bowed his head and said, "Okay! ”

"Wait!"

The woman in white suddenly spoke.

"I wonder if the little girl can help you decide what questions to ask? Of course, you can also put forward one condition! ”

Finally, he also emphasized: "Any conditions! ”

A strange smile inexplicably welled up on Yan Shisan's pale face, and the smile was a little stiff.

"Tianzun?"

He looked at Su Qing again.

"You don't have to look at me, the words come out of your mouth, as for what to ask, it's none of my business!" Su Qing held the string of sugar gourds in his hand, as if just looking at it was enough.

Before Yan Thirteen could speak, the woman in white had already repeated what she had said earlier. "What I want to ask is, how can I kill Xie Xiaofeng!"

As soon as he heard the words "Xie Xiaofeng", Yan Shisan's expression became a little weird and strange.

But instead of repeating the woman's words, he asked, "Can I win?" ”

Hearing these four words, the woman's eyes changed, and she no longer spoke, as if she was suddenly looking forward to the answer to this question, quietly waiting for Su Qing to answer.

"Hmm!"

Su Qing groaned, and his voice fell gently: "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, half a day ago, news came out from the Divine Sword Villa......"

Sweeping their eyes, he slowed his tone, as if to speak more clearly.

"Xie Xiaofeng, dead!"

This answer simply exceeded everyone's expectations.

Yan Thirteen didn't expect it, and neither did the Lord of Heavenly Venerables.

But the reactions of the two were surprisingly similar.

"Dead?"

The pupils of Yan Thirteen's eyes first dilated, then shrank, and in a blink of an eye, his face had turned hideous, and he roared fiercely: "Dead? ”

The lord of that day, his delicate body trembled, and he muttered in his mouth, but under the veil, there was a sound of gnashing of teeth, and a pair of jade hands clenched and gurgling.

"I don't believe it!"

Then they both got up, but they both wanted to verify the authenticity of this answer.

Coming in a hurry, going in a hurry.

But for a moment.

In the inn, it was already deserted, and only Su Qing was left.

But it was also at this time.

Several black shadows swept out of the wind and snow, all masked, with strange figures, as if they had come out of an inconspicuous corner and appeared out of thin air.

One of them asked, "Is it true that Venerable Driver said earlier that he knew that the Great Dragon Head of the Blue Dragon Society had created the Absolute Divine Palm?" ”

Su Qing rolled his eyes, glanced at a few people, suddenly smiled inexplicably, and replied to the question: "The sky is as blue as water, and the flying dragon is in the sky!" ”

"Ah, who are you?"

Upon hearing this, several masked figures were all shocked.

I just saw a flower in front of me.

It was empty, and the man was gone.

In the wind and snow, a voice fell softly.

"I'll answer you another day!"