"I have never understood why you look down on the third young master who is praised by everyone."

Arbitrarily smiled faintly: "Because the third young master is only praised for his swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship that I have learned in my life is the most." His swordsmanship doesn't deserve so much praise to me, and I naturally have nothing to look up to him. ”

Yan Shisan was silent, he saw a glimmer of possibility in the third young master's swordsmanship, the possibility of victory. However, in any sword, Yan Shisan only saw defeat, no chance, no chance of winning, and nothing else except defeat.

He was silent, but Murong Qiudi froze.

Even if he wanted to provoke him to kill Xie Xiaofeng, in Murong Qiudi's mind, no one in the world could kill him. And Yan Shisan's silence, she saw recognition.

Does he identify with him? Agree that his swordsmanship is better than the third young master's divine sword?

Then half of the dead branch flew into his hand, and the dead branch suddenly stabbed towards Yan Shisan.

This thorn is very light and soft!

Yan Shisan saw the dead branches that thorned in, his eyes shot out like lightning, and the person retreated sharply.

He was retreating sharply, and he was already three feet away when he retreated, but the thorny dead branches still chased after him...... It came like a breeze, so soft, so natural.

This is not an arbitrary sword technique, this is the 'Third Young Master's Sword Technique' demonstrated by Murong Qiudi just now, in the face of such a sword, Yan Shisan didn't know how to resist it for a while.

He had no choice but to retreat.

The unfinished sword will finally be exhausted, and when it retreats like this, the chasing stab suddenly stops.

This is exactly what Yan Shisan just saw, so he drew his sword!

The sword was drawn, the sword was issued, his movements were simple and clumsy, but the sword he sent out was extremely fast, extremely accurate, and extremely right!

The sword light is all over the sky, and the sword is like lightning; This sword stabbed out, even though it was clumsy and simple, but it was also the fourteenth sword of Yan Thirteen who exhausted all the changes of the Thirteen Swords.

After a sword, its strength will be exhausted, and its changes will be exhausted, but it is also the hope of final victory.

The sword light flew away, and the sword blade grabbed the withered branch for a brief pause, but the withered branch suddenly shook, and a new change was born, and the change was wonderful and wonderful.

The withered branch disappeared, and suddenly escaped, and before the sword light arrived, the withered branch had already broken the sword light first, forced the sword edge, and then stopped at the throat......

Stopped at Yan Thirteen's throat!

Yan Shisan and Murong Qiudi were both stunned, as if they hadn't reacted yet.

Arbitrarily smiled and said, "Do you still think that's a flaw?" ”

When Yan Shisan came back to his senses, he was already covered in a cold sweat, his sword hand was trembling, and he said with a wry smile: "The flaw has become the most wonderful change, this is definitely the most fatal flaw, the flaw is just a trap." ”

Murong Qiudi said incredulously: "You can see it at a glance? ”

Arbitrarily chuckled, "It's not too hard for me. ”

Murong Qiudi let out a long sigh, but there was a light in his eyes, and said, "Can you really kill Xie Xiaofeng?" ”

She asked again, only this time with a little more affirmation.

Ignoring her at will, he looked at Yan Shisan and asked, "You still want to go to the appointment?" ”

He nodded, with an indescribable sneering expression on his face, and said, "Death date, see you or break up!" Those who practice swords will inevitably die under the swords of others. I have killed people in my life, and if I can die under this sword, I will have no regrets. ”

Shaking his head arbitrarily, he said, "But I said that I won't let you die under this sword." ”

Yan Shisan smiled bitterly again: "But I don't even have the qualifications to make you draw your sword now, do I?" ”

Arbitrarily said: "There will be in the future, people like you can only die under my sword." ”

Yan Shisan looked at him with a complicated face......

"You're going to stop my duel with the Third Young Master?"

"No!"

"Then you ......"

"Then you will understand, since you still have to go to the appointment, let's go."

The man took another step, and the man followed.

As they were about to leave the woods, they saw a man......

Cao Bing was sitting under a tree at this time, his face was pale, he looked up and laughed, like crazy!

Yan Shisan is not stupid, he understood after seeing Cao Bing.

"He's been following us? Was he the one who got ahead of us and got everything out of the way? ”

Nod your head arbitrarily.

Yan Shisan didn't ask anything more, he knew that Cao Bing must have seen the sword just now...... People are like this sometimes, when they encounter something they dare not face, the choice to escape is either to get drunk, cry, or laugh, or maybe go crazy.

Cao Bing couldn't get drunk and didn't cry, but he was laughing and going crazy.

……

The golden crow gradually set in the west, and the two returned to the official road from the woods.

A lot has happened today, but it's not over. When they killed Xiahou Xing at will, Yan Shisan knew that they must still have a lot of trouble.

On the official road in front, a carriage was parked in the distance, and the door was printed with the logo of the Xiahou family.

The little boy sat on the carriage with a pale face, and there was another person on the carriage, the driver who was driving the car.

The coachman was a gray-haired, thin, small old man, who looked a little weak, but his eyes were like sharp knives, and his whole body was like a knife, a knife out of its sheath!

His gaze was fierce, vicious, with a hint of sadness and remorse, and it was staring at this side.

walked over casually, but Yan Shisan saw the coachman holding a sword, which was Xiahou Xing's sword.

The man had already walked up, and the old coachman said word for word: "Why are you so ruthless?" You don't have to kill him. ”

"He talks too much, I don't like to hear it." ”

The old coachman's eyes were red, and his eyes suddenly shot a knife-like cold light, and said, "If you talk too much, you will die?" ”

He shook his head arbitrarily and said, "I don't deserve to die if I talk too much, I don't like to listen to it." ”

The old coachman's hands were clenched, and his eyes were almost devouring: "It's you who should die, you deserve a thousand deaths, ten thousand deaths, you will definitely die, and the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can't save you." ”

Arbitrarily smiled and said: "I didn't want people like me to live this day, but I still live well, and I believe that I will live well in the future." ”

No one could understand him, and the old coachman didn't intend to listen any longer.

The sword is unsheathed!

This is Xiahou Xing's broken thread, a thousand snake swords full of stars and rain.

With a shake of his hand, a sword that was originally intact was really like a thousand silver snakes, transforming into a sky full of stars.

Yan Shisan's eyes froze, this was obviously Xiahou Xing's sword, but this old man used it more than Xiahou Xing, more ruthlessly, faster, and more handy.

The sword shattered into countless pieces, like stars shining in the sky, each of which came from any vital point of the body.

With a 'bang', a folding fan was opened!

After opening, it is slowly flicked......

This is the fan method created in any leisure time, it is a six-way fist method, a six-way palm method, and a twelve-way fist palm contains all kinds of blades.

Under the convergence of extreme moves, the autumn wind is cold and moves instantly.

The strong wind is like a sword like a sword, where the wind passes, the old power of the stars disappears, and the new force is born.

The Thousand Snake Sword broke, broken into thousands of pieces, and fought back again without the control of its master.

When he went, he was faster than when he returned, and he was even more ruthless, and the old coachman was already stunned and frightened. People are like falling into the void, and it is difficult to exert their strength in the face of this thousands of cold lights.

Then a thousand cold lights flashed, and countless blood marks exploded all over his body.

The old coachman was blind, deaf, and his whole face was not in a good place. Thankfully, his tongue was still there, and fortunately he didn't open his mouth when he froze, and he said the last word.

"You...... You're going to die a bad death...... No one...... No one can offend the Xiahou family......"