In Guobei Town, Ye Ye came to an iron shop, opened the curtain and walked in: "Master, how is my knife repaired?" ”

"Guest, it's really a villain who can't do anything, I'm afraid I can't repair your knife." Seeing the person coming, the blacksmith with a dark upper body suddenly cried and complained, and his small iron shop also made some ordinary swords and blades and the like, which were used by those ruffians and gangsters, and even the better heroes of the rivers and lakes couldn't look down on it. The steel mouth and forging technique of the Red Feather Sword were far beyond his ability, and he had to answer Ye Ye tremblingly at this time.

"Well, in that case, let's bring it." Ye Ye raised his eyebrows, but he was not too disappointed, after all, he was just trying his luck.

"Okay, wait a minute." The blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said busily, he was really scared in his heart just now, after all, the other party is a fierce man who can live in Lanruo Temple, who in the town is not afraid? Seeing that Ye Ye had no intention of pursuing it, he hurriedly took the broken Red Feather Knife and sent Ye Ye away respectfully like a plague.

Out of the blacksmith shop, Ye Ye was about to go to the restaurant to get a few dishes as usual, but found that the owner of the restaurant was standing at the door with a sad face, and the guys inside were busy washing up.

"What's going on?"

"Guest, your dish is ready." Seeing that it was an old customer, the boss hurriedly greeted, and replied with a sigh: "Alas, this morning I came here with a swordsman in black to eat, and the three brothers of the Luo family had to go up to catch up with the location of the family, but all the heads fell to the ground after two brushes, I'm not cleaning up, and there is no business today." ”

In a chaotic place like Guobei Town, fighting and killing people is just an ordinary thing, anyway, it will be staged every other month, and the restaurant owner is not afraid that the dead people in his store will scare away the customers. It's just that I'm not afraid to return, and no one has the heart to eat in a mess of blood on the ground, so the business of this restaurant is yellow before the cleanup is completed.

Ye Ye didn't think much about it, and took the dishes that had been packed a long time ago and went back to Lanruo Temple.

But it was said that after the ghost was forced back by Yan Chixia's flying sword last time, neither the powerful ghost general nor the tree demon grandmother made any further moves, and the situation was turbulent for a while, but it calmed down strangely.

Ye Ye didn't know that this was due to the reason for the quarrel between the Tree Demon Grandma and the Black Mountain Old Demon over Nie Xiaoqian, but he was happy to see this happen, because every day passed, whether it was the gradual digestion of the huge sun divinity in his body or the deepening of the connection with the Green Rainbow Sword, his strength was increasing bit by bit. If he could, he wouldn't mind delaying another year and a half before the final showdown.

On this day, an uninvited guest broke the eerie calm atmosphere of Lanruo Temple.

Before Ye Ye arrived at Lanruo Temple, he unexpectedly found the sound of fighting inside, and couldn't help but fly to the top of the tree, but he saw two swift figures on the top of the main hall whirling endlessly, and the sharp edge of the sword swept the whole field, one of them was Yan Chixia.

"Huh?"

Ye Ye was a little surprised, he saw that Yan Chixia did not use any Dao techniques or sword immortal swordsmanship, but only used worldly martial arts to fight the enemy, Rao is like this, a long sword in his hand is also like a superimposed dragon, the sound of the sword is clear and long, the brilliant sword light is righteous but not evil, yin and yang, it is the majestic sword of the righteous path.

And although his opponent is also strong in martial arts, but the sword path is diametrically opposite, the sword and sword are all ruthless killing moves that the sword goes sideways, and each style of the heavy sword shadow is a life-threatening sword, which is deeply fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Although the martial artist who fought with Yan Chixia didn't seem to know how to spell, every time he stabbed out with a chill that made people cold to the bone marrow, it was the cold killing intent in the sword move that triggered the changes in the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth, almost to the point of using a sword to enter the law. In the face of this kind of swordsmanship, even ghosts that are not afraid of physical attacks will be harmed.

But even so, his sword momentum still stopped at Yan Chixia's three-foot encirclement, and he couldn't save it at all.

"Brother Xiahou, I haven't seen you for half a year, I didn't expect your swordsmanship to improve again." Even in the midst of the fierce fight, Yan Chixia's voice still came out clearly and steadily, obviously the opponent's offensive could not bring him too much pressure.

"Humph!"

Xiahou snorted coldly, and his swordsmanship changed suddenly, just now it was like a chain of rapid stabbing bees in the sky, at this time, Tu'er wandered uncertainly and turned into a poisonous snake like waiting for an opportunity to pounce, although the frequency of sword strikes decreased, but the sword moves were more sinister and vicious.

"Yan Chixia, are you elevating yourself? I didn't expect you to hide in such a remote dilapidated temple this time, but I didn't expect it. But even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won't want to get rid of me until you are defeated by me! ”

Suddenly taking a deep breath, Xia Hou's figure suddenly blurred, the rapid operation of the true qi in his body brought extremely high speed, and the whole person turned into several afterimages from different directions, fast or slow at the same time, and surrounded Yan Chixia at the same time, the bright sword light and the sword roar that sounded around him at the same time formed a seamless sword shadow killing array, completely engulfing Yan Chixia.

Remnant Wind Kills the Moon!

"Alas!"

Yan Chixia sighed, he has been fighting for many years, he knows this old opponent who is also an enemy and a friend very well, he was born in poverty but can rise in the end of the world, with the third-rate martial arts that collect scales and half-claws everywhere, he has come to the point where he is almost at the top of the world, and the other party's talent in swordsmanship is shocking. In particular, the "Thirteen Deadly Styles" created by the other party by integrating the essence of lifelong martial arts are even more powerful.

But maybe it's because of his background, the other party's swordsmanship style is also very distinct, rigid but not soft, fast but not slow, dangerous but not right, a shot is ten out of ten extermination, leaving no room for half a point, vicious and abnormal, blindly only take the dangerous road, the pursuit of faster, more accurate, more poisonous, completely ignore the yin and yang principles in swordsmanship, only know how to kill and extinguish, but do not know that heaven and man incarnate all things to grow.

Despite this, the other party's attainments in swordsmanship are so profound that few people in the mundane world can only praise Yan Chixia.

Just like the killer move in the "Thirteen Styles of Death" in front of him, it seems to be magical, in essence, it is no different from the tricks of those who run the rivers and lakes to sell artists, but it is also innumerable, using high speed, footwork, light, murderous energy, sword intent and other factors to form a virtual and real offensive that is both true and false in an instant, and the enemy will be killed on the spot as long as he hesitates slightly.

Moreover, this move made by Xiahou at this moment was more sophisticated than what Yan Chixia had encountered in the past, and for a while, even he couldn't tell which was the real body.

Zheng!

The two swords exchanged blows, and Yan Chixia's backhand sword steadily blocked the sharp sword that swept from behind, announcing that Xiahou's trick was once again in vain.

Although this trick "Remnant Wind and Moon Killing" was hidden from Yan Chixia's eyes for a while, but it couldn't hide the sword in his hand, although the power was exhausted, it seemed to be an ordinary long sword, but the essence of Taihe in Yan Chixia's hand was still a psychic flying sword, and it was a sword that he personally created.

However, Xia Hou also seemed to have made a reservation, and his body retreated suddenly after missing a blow, standing more than ten meters away, looking coldly at the old opponent who had been pressing his head.

"Brother Xiahou, I have already retired to the rivers and lakes to seek the Tao, why do you keep pressing on?" Yan Chixia exhaled and said sincerely.

"What I have asked for all my life is the name of the first sword in the world, and you are a huge stone in front of me, I naturally want to use the sword in my hand to cut a road to heaven." Xiahou was high-spirited, his sharp eyes stared at Yan Chixia like a falcon, and he was full of fierce desire to fight.

"The false name of the world's first sword, if you want to take it, why bother with me, a person who escapes the world." On the other side, Xiahou's fighting spirit was raging, but Yan Chixia looked cold and unmoved.

"Humph! Not being able to defeat you with the world's first sword is nothing but a joke of self-deception. Xia Hou said disdainfully, although his temperamental personality draws on fame and fortune, he is the top master in the martial arts after all, and he has his own arrogance, how can he be satisfied with a title that is not worthy of the name.

"There are people outside the heavens, and there are countless people in the world, even if you are better than me, what can you prove. Don't talk about it from afar, let's just say that the little brother next to me, although his name is unknown, but the height of his swordsmanship may not be below you and me, Brother Xiahou, you are the name of the world's first sword and I don't let go, it's just a matter of begging for fish. ”

Yan Chixia had already seen Ye Ye who was watching the play on the side, and at this time, she suddenly turned her words around, and she bragged for Ye Ye with a cheeky face.

"Him?" Xiahou was stunned, he naturally saw Ye Ye too, but he only had Yan Chixia in his eyes before, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the idle people, so he looked at it carefully, and after a moment, he frowned and was full of sneer: "Yan Chixia, are you old and confused?" It's a joke to treat a layman as a master! ”

A clever swordsman naturally has unique characteristics, even if ordinary people can't see it, but they can recognize it at a glance if they are also swordsmanship masters, in Xiahou's opinion, Ye Ye has no sword intent on his body, maybe he is a master, but he will never be a master in swordsmanship.

Ye Ye stroked his palms and laughed: "This Brother Xiahou really has eyes like a torch, I actually don't know anything about swordsmanship, and I'm still asking Brother Yan for some basic skills these days." ”

Yan Chixia glanced at Ye Ye angrily, what he pointed out was the basic skills of flying sword techniques, not the basic skills of secular swordsmanship, although they are all swordsmanship, can they be mixed up?

"No more nonsense!"

Xiahou, who was impatient with Yan Chixia's prevarication, suddenly shouted, his body was full of sharp sword intent, his expression was solemn and he held his sword and lowered it, and the tip of the sword pointed three inches back slightly, and put on a posture of waiting: "Yan Chixia, take my move, even if you win today!" ”

Between the words, a dead breath floated on his body, which suddenly made the temperature of the entire world seem to drop a little, and the surrounding trees fell leafless, and the grass and trees withered.

This stance! This momentum!

Yan Chixia's pupils shrank, her eyes narrowed, and she sighed meaningfully: "Brother Xiahou, I can't imagine that you still created the last move in this Thirteen Deadly Styles after all!" ”

"That's right, this is the last of the thirteen deadly styles I have practiced, and it is also the most ferocious, vicious, and absolute one!"

"Kill—"

"—Nothing!"