"Puff~"

The wooden table was shattered.

The splashed pieces of wood shot out in all directions, and one piece hit Mu Changan's back, and a muffled snort came out, gritting his teeth and holding back Song Shenxue to the side.

"Whoosh~"

The sword light did not relent, and followed.

White clothes and white swords, integrated into one.

Gone.

After the other party pushed away the woman in white, he disappeared into thin air.

This sword.

Missed.

"It's kind of interesting. A hoarse voice sounded, and the man in white stood there quietly, holding a white sword, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Assassination.

Not even the face is covered.

"Dada~"

The sound finally alarmed everyone, and several guards first rushed in outside, and then Zhang Mingyang also followed, staring at the man in white with a long sword with a solemn expression.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Zhang Mingyang waved his hand and motioned for his men to help Song Shenxue up.

The man in white never looked at Song Shenxue from beginning to end, and stood quietly in place, the white sword hanging slightly, and the white clothes fluttering lightly.

"Huh~"

Suddenly, a person appeared out of thin air.

Holding a black and white knife, he slashed at the man in white.

The man in white was slightly startled, and his wrist sword flower, a little.

'Ding!'

Mu Changan was directly shocked and flew out.

"Young Master!"

"Hurry up!"

The hall was in chaos and began to enter a scuffle.

"Ahem~"

Mu Changan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was in great pain, and he was almost killed by this sword.

"Young master, how are you, young master?" Zhang Mingyang hurriedly ran over and helped Mu Changan up, his face was eager and worried, obviously caring about Mu Changan's safety.

"It's fine. Mu Changan waved his hand, pushed Zhang Mingyang's hand away, and shouted at the battle group: "Stop!"

In an instant, the fighting stopped.

After such a skill, there were already seven corpses lying on the ground, and the man in white was like a leisurely stroll, and he cut down seven people with a swing of his sword.

What a strong enemy.

This is the most powerful cultivator Mu Changan has ever encountered.

"Whatever you ask, I can satisfy you. Mu Changan put back the knife of life and death, replaced the previous dragon pattern knife, clenched it tightly, and said in a deep voice.

The man in white looked relaxed, waved his white sword and pointed at Mu Chang'an, and said softly: "Your Excellency's head." ”

Scold.

Is this something to talk about?

Mu Changan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, the corners of his mouth cracked, and said with a smile: "If you want to kill me, you have to see if you have the ability." ”

Rumble!

Full spirit.

The dragon pattern knife erupted with a powerful sword aura.

Out of the knife type.

slashed in the air, and actually took the initiative to attack.

"Young master!" Zhang Mingyang was shocked, gritted his teeth, and directly stabbed out with his sword.

The soldiers around naturally did not hesitate, and they all exploded their spiritual power and stabbed with spears.

"It's just a grasshopper shaking a tree. The man in white raised his sword slightly, and nine snowflakes floated out of thin air on the sword body, competing with each other, and the beauty was suffocating.

Snow falls nine swords, one sword and one person.

Seven more guards stabbed their swords at the throat.

Die.

The eighth sword.

It was pointed on Zhang Mingyang's sword.

The second-grade spirit sword was as fragile as tissue paper, turning into confetti and fluttering in the sky.

'Poof~'

The white sword pierced the palm of the hand, not taking away a drop of blood.

Just because of the sword, too fast.

The Ninth Sword.

Point on the dragon knife.

"Ding!"

The swords are intertwined, and they can't make any progress.

The man in white watched this scene silently, no longer looking otherworldly, showing a shocked look, and asked, "This knife has spirituality?"

"Not bad. Mu Changan responded coldly, but he was happy in his heart, the dragon pattern knife with spirituality was infused with all the spiritual power, and it actually resisted the opponent's sword.

This battle may not be lost.

"You, very interesting. The man in white repeated the sentence again, and the casualness on his face gradually disappeared.

He had to take it seriously.

The inn can no longer be a battlefield for the two, and they soared all the way, through the punctured hole, and the two reached the top of the Chang'an Inn.

Black, golden sword.

White clothes, white swords.

Stand in the wind.

Tick~

A drop of rain on the blade of the sword, slowly slashing to the sword, condensing the drops of embellishment.

A heavy rain fell silently.

The three-zhang long sword qi burst out, wrapped in a downpour of rain and slashed.

The man in white had a calm face, stabbed out with a sword, and his qi came out for three points, colliding with the sword qi in the air.

The knife is dissipated.

"Another knife!" A sharp cold drink came with the knife aura.

Holding the sword again, he breathed out two points.

The knife is dissipated.

The man in white's face gradually turned solemn.

"Come again!"

Another knife.

This time, the man in white did not choose to take it hard, but quickly retreated, and his sword was blocked.

"Ding!"

The sword qi hit the white sword, and the backward speed increased by three points.

Stop at a beam that supports the ruins.

"What a long spiritual knife. The man in white admired from the bottom of his heart.

His sword can't withstand too much spiritual infusion.

Because it has almost lost its spirituality.

The sword hindered him.

So, take it away.

Mu Changan strode to the eaves and looked at the man in white, with an inexplicable look of excitement on his face.

His blood was boiling, his soul was jumping, and the cells of his body were telling him.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight!

One leap.

Raise your knife.

Chop.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky out of thin air.

The world seems to be frozen in this scene like an ink painting.

A man in black fell from the sky with a long knife, and a man in white stood quietly on a pillar, looking at the man in black who was slashing at him.

There is a different kind of beauty hidden in the slaughter.

"Po~"

"Po~"

A white snowflake burst out from the ink painting, covering the man in white.

Knife to.

The man in black flew straight upside down.

"Phew~!"

Mu Changan spit out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the beam with his hand, and hooked up to the roof, looking at the man in white opposite with a pale face, he really couldn't say it.

The other party was also a cultivator with spiritual power, after all, his cultivation was at least several ranks higher than him.

If it weren't for the dragon pattern knife in his hand with spirituality, it is estimated that he would have been lying on the ground.

Even so, Mu Changan is now at the end of his rope, and the spiritual power in his body is exhausted, and he is unable to support him to fight again.

"You're still losing. The man in white stood on the beam, still looking indifferent, but Mu Changan could hear that there was some happiness in his tone.

It is the joy that comes from victory.

Mu Changan didn't speak, squinting his eyes and staring at the man in white.

Throwing in the towel is not his style.

Besides, it's not that you can't win.

Won't you win by bringing him back?

'Huh?'

Just when Mu Changan was thinking about how to catch the man in white, his head suddenly hurt, and then exploded directly.

"Hum~~"

The brain was like being hit by a heavy hammer, buzzing, so painful that Mu Changan couldn't even scream.

This feeling is simply worse than death.

But it was only for a moment, and after a moment, Mu Changan returned to normal.

The cold sweat on his forehead began to flow out.

The stinging nerves in the body also began to recover.

However, Mu Changan ignored these, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Like, he has some special abilities.

Like what.

The mind moved.

A tall, black-robed man appeared in front of him.

Mu Changan glanced down.

It was a pair of red embroidered shoes.