Boom!

Shan Wanjing stabbed out with a sword, without the slightest fancy change.

But Ximen Fuxue can clearly feel that under Shan Wanjing's seemingly ordinary sword, there are actually thousands of changes.

Once he chooses to avoid, he will immediately fall into passivity, and the little initiative he has won with great difficulty will be instantly wasted.

Bite!

The tips of the swords collided, and Simon Blowing Snow snorted.

The sword technique may still be up for debate, but in terms of true qi, Shan Wanjing is undoubtedly standing at the top of this world.

Don't say that it is comparable, that is, there are only a handful of people in this world who can make her look at each other squarely.

The moment the two swords intersected, Ximen Fuxue faced the surging true qi of the stormy waves.

Fortunately, Simon Chuixue's heart is as strong as iron, and even if he discovers such a terrible disadvantage, he has never lost his fighting spirit.

Burst!

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, only to see the white-clothed Ximen Blowing Snow, instantly pierced countless wounds by the sword qi, and his whole body was completely stained red with red blood.

But Simon's action of blowing snow is becoming light and weird.

Shan Wanjing's sword momentum is like a raging storm, and Ximen Blowing Snow is a small sail struggling to survive in this stormy and stormy sea.

At every moment, we are facing a catastrophe.

One, two, three...... Seven, eight, nine...... Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen......

The surprise in Shan Wanjing's eyes grew stronger and stronger.

She originally thought that with the Ximen Blowing Snow general, she would be able to open up the internal cultivation level of Ren Du's second vein, no matter how amazing her swordsmanship talent was, it was already the limit to be able to insist on three moves under her own sword.

Who knows, fifteen moves have passed, but Ximen has not fallen yet.

Although Shan Wanjing did not finish her best, she did not release any water.

The fundamental reason is that every sword of Ximen Blowing Snow seems to be reborn.

Nearly half of the blood has been lost, and the true qi in the body has long been gone.

If he were an ordinary person, he would have already fallen into the brink of death and let others slaughter him, but Simon Blowing Snow's hands did not tremble in the slightest, and his pupils were frighteningly bright.

In his consciousness, there was nothing left but the long sword in his hand.

His spirit, his flesh and blood, and even his entire life, were all integrated into the three-foot Qingfeng at this moment.

Each sword was an antelope horn and whimsical that he had never thought of before.

With each sword, his swordsmanship will be taken to the next level, cutting a way out of desperate situations for him.

In just more than ten swords, Ximen Blowing Snow has entered a new world.

Even Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou couldn't understand this unprecedented duel at all.

But they all know very well that the progress of Ximen Blowing Snow is terrifying, but Shan Wanjing is like a bottomless pool.

No matter how much Ximen Fuxue progresses, it can't close the gap even a little......

Bang!

Chongxiao's sword aura suddenly dissipated, and Ximen Fuxue's figure flew out upside down.

Shan Wanjing still stood in place, as if the previous terrifying battle had not happened at all.

No, Shan Wanjing looked at her right hand in surprise.

I saw that the sleeve at the wrist of her right hand had been cut off, revealing half of her small arms that deceived the frost and snow.

Shan Wanjing sighed:

"I have to admit that kid's vision is really powerful, and you do have the potential of the 'Heavenly Sword'."

"Not yet...... End ......"

Simon Fuxue was half-kneeling on the ground, his cold voice was so weak, but it contained a trace of terrifying power.

"No, if I'm going to kill you, that palm will be enough."

Shan Wanjing shook her head and put her sword back into its sheath:

"Moreover, in your situation, even if you succeed in slashing this last sword, your body will collapse directly, right?"

Ximen Fuxue didn't speak again, but the terrifying aura on his body slowly disappeared, turning back into an extremely weak mortal.

Obviously, Shan Wanjing is right, if she doesn't show mercy to her subordinates, it will definitely be enough to take Ximen Blowing Snow's life.

An unexpected competition came to an end.

If the process of this competition spreads, it is guaranteed to make countless people exclaim incredible.

However, everyone, especially Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, can only be happy at this moment:

"Thank you, Miss, for your mercy."

While inspecting Ximen Chuixue's injuries, they looked at Shan Wanjing curiously:

"In Xia Lu Xiaofeng, I haven't asked Miss Shan where she comes from, and what is the relationship between Miss Shan and Su Hang's son?"

Lu Xiaofeng found it hard to believe that a girl like Shan Wanjing, whose martial arts were unfathomable and stunning, had no news on the rivers and lakes.

"I'm from the Dongming faction."

Shan Wanjing only thinks that this is in Su Hang's spiritual world, and there is no meaning of secrecy, not to mention, he himself is not an incognito character:

"As for that kid, I think I'm friends."

Dongming faction?

Lu Xiaofeng quickly searched for his memories, but found that he didn't have any memories related to this sect.

So, is Shan Wanjing lying?

Lu Xiaofeng quietly glanced at Hua Manlou.

Although there is a saying called "a woman's heart, a needle under the sea", with his years of experience in mixing flowers, he feels that Shan Wanjing does not seem to be lying.

Moreover, even if the relationship between Shan Wanjing and Su Hang has not reached the level of mutual friendship, it is definitely more than just ordinary friends.

"Miss Shan, do you think that Su Hanggongzi will be involved with the embroidery thief?"

"Then I can't guarantee it."

Shan Wanjing chuckled:

"However, since that kid said that Jin Jiuling is an 'embroidery thief', it shouldn't be wrong."

Lu Xiaofeng's shoulder stabbed Hua Manlou:

"Brother Hua, is this a little familiar?"

Naturally, they would not know that in Shan Wanjing's heart, this was the spiritual world created by Su Hang.

What kind of gold treasure is needed, just think about it.

Unless Su Hang is really bored to the extreme, and wants to play a game of monster thieves, it is necessary to play a group of characters created by himself?

With the efforts of Hua Manlou, Ximen's face was also a little more vibrant.

After recovering a little bit of vitality, Ximen Fuxue looked straight at Shan Wanjing:

"Song Missing...... Who is it? ”

Shan Wanjing didn't mean to hide it at all:

"'Heavenly Knife' Song Que, the first swordsman in the world."

Lu Xiaofeng had already given up thinking about why he hadn't heard of this world's number one swordsman, and just asked:

"Then how does this Song Que compare with Miss?"

"Compared to me?"

Shan Wanjing groaned, knocked the saber on her waist and said:

"In half a year, I might be able to compete with one of them."

Lu Xiaofeng stopped talking.

Half a year later, he may be able to compete, but the implication is that today's Shan Wanjing has no chance of winning against the world's number one swordsman.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that this river and lake had become so unfamiliar.