"It was a sword wound. That's okay, you'll have it soon! ”

The cross scar on the old man's forehead twitched slightly, and he had a strange smile that chose to devour people, and the words he uttered were chilling.

Su Weiyun was suddenly shocked, and asked word by word, "Do you mean to draw a cross on my face?" ”

The old man said proudly: "Yes, since my debut forty years ago, the faces of all my opponents, regardless of their men, women and children, have been drawn by me with a cross, and only one person has escaped under my sword, but there is still a big cross on his face. ”

"Hahahaha, it is said that he doesn't dare to come out to meet people now....... But yes, as soon as he shows his head, I will kill him by the sword! ”

Su Weiyun showed a very strange look and asked, "Is the person you are talking about called Nangong Chou?" And you're the 'Crazy Cross Sword'? ”

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked up to the sky and smiled: "I can't imagine that after so long, my Yan Wu's reputation is still spread all over the martial arts, and everyone knows about it, no one knows it?" ”

Yan Wu.

He is the peerless killer Yan Wu nicknamed "Crazy Cross Sword"!

Yan Wu came to Jinan Mansion to search for Nangong Chou's traces, but unexpectedly happened to run into Su Weiyun.

Su Weiyun held the sword in his hand, his eyes were focused, and a murderous aura was triggered, and he suddenly said: "The reputation of the mouse is also very great, and everyone in the world knows it, and no one knows it." ”

Yan Wu's eyes froze and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Su Weiyun said: "I mean you'd better go back to your gutter, otherwise although you are known to everyone, no one knows it, but if you die here, there will be no one to collect your body for you!" ”

Yan Wu's expression suddenly turned cold, and it was so cold that it really looked like the face of a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

A wind blew by the shore of the lake and blew through his shirt.

It's obviously a spring breeze at noon, but it makes people feel extraordinarily cold.

The quick-witted tourists had quietly moved away from here, and they could tell that there seemed to be something wrong with the momentum of the two on the lakeside, especially since they both were armed with swords.

But more people took the initiative to give up space and stand from a distance to watch - there are many people like this, as long as it is not their own business, for them, there is a lively to see.

Unfortunately, this one didn't seem to be very pretty.

Yan Wu has already drawn out his sword.

A cold murderous aura rushed into the sky, and Su Weiyun seemed to be able to see a scarlet, piles of white bones, bleeding and cruel scenes behind him.

The wrinkled lake with green waves seemed to turn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in an instant!

This murderous aura was obviously obtained at the cost of the blood and lives of countless masters.

He really used the Thirteen Deadly Swords!

And it is the second move of the Thirteen Swords, and it is also a very complicated move, chasing the soul and killing it!

"Chasing souls and killing people" is a trick, and there are eight kinds of back-hands. After those eight kinds of back moves, there are nine different responses to each, so there are a total of seventy-two variations of this move.

No matter whether the opponent is dismantling, gridding, racking, blocking, avoiding, or retreating, he will be ready to deal with it, so this move has always been a trick that Yan Wu is used to.

Sonor!

Yan Wu's speed of drawing his sword was already very fast, but he didn't expect Su Weiyun's sword to be no slower than him at all.

A blue light flashed, and the two swords suddenly clashed together.

When the two of them drew their swords, no one in the tourists on the shore of Daming Lake could see clearly how they pulled their respective swords out of their scabbards and slashed them with their swords.

But when the two swords clashed, they saw it clearly.

One black, one blue.

Black as the dark clouds in the sky, as clear as the jade catkins by the lake.

The master's moves, this is the sword shadow flashing, the light is bizarre, all kinds of moves are in the electric light, stone fire, the white horse will be completed in the moment,

But at this moment, the two swords seem to be slowly glued together, to become one, never to be separated.

Yan Wu, who was holding the sword, had an ugly face, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and the jet-black sword stopped moving in his hand.

Since he learned the sword, no matter how powerful the opponent he faced, he had never encountered such a strange and strange situation.

There are obviously seventy-two different ingenious variations of soul chasing, but he can't seem to change any of them.

All changes have been sealed and there is no way out!

Su Weiyun held the Xiaoxiang sword in his right hand, his face was solemn, and he pointed the tip of the sword forward little by little, slowly approaching the jet-black sword body.

The two swords intertwined together, moving slowly along the mysterious trajectory, but under the blade of the sword there was an endless killing machine!

Tourists in the distance looked over, as if they saw a thick dark cloud floating in the sky, and a branch of catkins rose in the wind, to pierce between the dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were bright!

Someone was shocked, frightened, and his legs were weakened, and he walked out in a gray way; Some people don't know what to say, thinking that the battle between these two people is a big thunder, a small raindrop, and there is no sharp and sharp move by a master.

Gradually, Yan Wujiang also held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and his face was covered with beads of sweat, which wet the cross scar on his forehead, making it even more indescribably hideous and terrifying.

In just one confrontation, he was more tired, more tired, and more sad than the three hundred rounds of the battle.

Yan Wu gritted his teeth, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and said, "I really read it right, you will also kill the thirteen swords!" ”

At this time, both of their swords stopped, and the swords leaned together.

Black and blue blend with each other, neither advancing nor retreating, neither attacking nor defending.

Su Weiyun said: "Although the form is, the gods are different. ”

Yan Wudao: "Oh? Didn't you just use the formula of 'riding the wind and killing your life'? ”

Su Weiyun said: "I used the Dharma sword technique, with static braking, and then attacked!" ”

Yan Wu smiled: "What kind of bullshit Dharma swordsmanship?" How can it be compared to the Thirteen Swords of Death?! If it weren't for the fact that I killed too heavily in my early years, I hurt myself, causing my meridians to be damaged and my internal strength to decline, I would have killed you a long time ago! ”

What he said was strange, he was clearly at a disadvantage, but he actually told Su Weiyun all the shortcomings and faults of his martial arts; Then he said that he wanted Su Weiyun to die, which was really a bit unashamed.

Yan Wu continued: "Okay, since you also know the Thirteen Swords of Killing and can completely seal my sword path, you shouldn't know that this sword technique hurts others and hurts yourself. ”

When he said this, he suddenly pulled himself up and flew away, drew his sword and retreated.

Seeing this, Su Weiyun raised his hand and slapped Yan Wu in the air with a palm.

The palm force surged, churned up, and hit its abdomen with a "boom", causing it to fall to the ground!

Yan Wuzhong vomited blood in his palm, and couldn't help but run around the lake, dancing with his hands and feet, and screaming: "You also learned the Thirteen Swords of Death, which is the same root, and why did you hurt me?!" ”

He was still saying that he was going to kill Su Weiyun under the sword, but now he blamed Su Weiyun for hurting him.

Yan Wu howled loudly, speaking incoherently, as if he was a little unconscious.

A rich and noble brother by the lake looked at it, shook his head disdainfully, and said, "Alas, I thought it was a sword competition." It turned out to be two madmen fighting! ”

He was about to leave as he spoke, but Yan Wu got up in front of him and said, "What did you just say?" Are you also laughing at the cross scar on my forehead? ”

The rich and noble brother shook the folding fan vigorously, and said with great displeasure: "Good dogs don't get in the way, crazy people get out!" ”

Phew!

With a flash of cold light, Yan Wu's sword was withdrawn.

His sword was much faster than the move he had with Su Weiyun just now.

The boy fell suddenly, and his originally delicate face suddenly looked very terrifying.

Not only because he was a dead man, but also because there were two long blood-colored scars on his face, criss-crossed, just a cross!