Under the Cuiyun Peak, in the red maple forest, the frost leaves are like fire, and the clusters are burning down.

In the falling fire, there were two figures, one black and one white, the black one was Yan Thirteen, and the white one was white wood.

After a long time, in the fire group, there were two figures, an old man and a young man, the younger one was Xie Xiaofeng in a colorful robe, and the old one was dressed in gray, but what could make Xie Xiaofeng trust so much was no one else except Xie Wangsun, the previous owner of Shenjian Villa.

"You killed her?" As soon as Xie Xiaofeng came, he didn't look at Yan Shisan, but asked Bai Mu.

"No, but whether she can live or not depends on whether you can live!" Shiraki replied.

Knowing that Murong Qiudi was still alive, Xie Xiaofeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the aura on his body was a little more ethereal, and then nodded to Xie Wangsun beside him.

Xie Wangsun also nodded, then walked to Bai Mu, walked with Bai Mu to the stone seat dozens of meters away, and sat down.

"Now, you have a sword in your hand, and I also have a sword in my hand, we can finally meet officially!" Yan Shisan looked at Xie Xiaofeng and said.

"Yes, we finally met, as soon as you and I meet, we will inevitably divide between high and low, life and death, because I am Xie Xiaofeng, and you are Yan Shisan!" Xie Xiaofeng nodded and said.

"Yes, I'm Xie Xiaofeng, you're Yan Thirteen!" Yan Thirteen nodded, and then held the sword in his hand, "Please!"

"Please!"

Wow~~

Wow~~

"Old Mr. Xie, I have admired the name for a long time!" Bai Mu said to Xie Wangsun while watching the battle with all his heart.

"Hehe, Xie Wangsun is old, how can he have any great name, even if he is famous, he is not as famous as the white pavilion master who burned Shaolin Temple!" Xie Wangsun also looked at the battlefield intently and said.

"If Mr. Xie is old, then there are not many young people in the rivers and lakes!"

Bai Mu doesn't know swordsmanship and doesn't know swordsmanship, so he can't sense Xie Wangsun's kendo realm, but Bai Mu's physical body is strong and his perception is strong, so he can sense the amazing edge under Xie Wangsun's somewhat old skin.

"Hmm, the White Pavilion Master is worthy of being the second person to be born in the flesh after Shaolin Dharma, and his senses are really amazing!" Xie Wangsun did not deny it.

Phew!

The Thirteen Deadly Swords are not honest and honest swordsmanship, so the Thirteen Deadly Swords he made, Xie Xiaofeng can easily take them down and easily dissolve them.

But Yan Thirteen is different, the Thirteen Deadly Swords were created by Yan Thirteen, and every time he swung out a sword, Xie Xiaofeng had to use a lot of energy to resolve it.

As soon as the thirteenth sword passed, the long sword in Yan Thirteen's hand suddenly shook, as if thousands of changes were in it, and stabbed towards Xie Xiaofeng.

As Xie Xiaofeng said, Yan Thirteen's Fourteenth Deadly Sword can be deduced, but it was his Fourteenth Deadly Sword, not Yan Thirteen's Fourteenth Sword, and now, he has to face a sword that is full of changes.

"The splendor of spring!"

Facing a sword that was full of changes, Xie Xiaofeng had no other way but to take the sword for a while, and the sword intent on his body emerged and greeted him.

Xie Xiaofeng is a genius who learns swords, he has learned all the swordsmanship of Shenjian Villa at a young age, and when he grows up, he is a sword to go to the rivers and lakes, and he has learned countless swordsmanship from the challenger, and gradually, Xie Xiaofeng has learned countless swordsmanship, creating a four-season swordsmanship in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and using these four swords to attract the aura of heaven and earth, and advance to the innate level.

And these four swords, since Xie Xiaofeng broke through the innate generation, have never been unsheathed, and now, facing Yan Thirteen's fourteenth sword, the first sword of spring, is finally out of the sheath.

Zheng!

The two swords intersected, and a powerful wave of sword qi came out from the place where they struck, and the dust flew, and the maple leaves rolled up and swept away fiercely in all directions.

"Mr. Xie, people live for a lifetime, a hundred years are in a hurry, what can you leave in this world after you close your eyes?" asked Bai Mu.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the White Pavilion Master was so young that he had already thought of what would happen a hundred years later, what a surprise!"

"Surprised? Old Mr. Xie, look at it, this Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan are both famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes at this time, but once they die, ten years later, twenty years later, how many people can still remember them, how many deeds can they remember, just like now, how many people in the Ming Dynasty can remember before the Ming Dynasty?"

"I'm afraid there are very few of them except Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng!" Bai Mu sighed slightly.

"What does the White Pavilion Master want to say, don't bother to speak out?"

"Bai Mou ......"

Boom!

I saw Xie Xiaofeng pause, stopped his retreating body, and then turned his sword and stabbed towards Yan Shisan.

"Summer heat!"

The summer was scorching, and the sun was like fire, so Yan Shisan had to stab the fourteenth sword again to break the scorching sun.

Whoop!!

After the sword broke, Yan Shisan's heart suddenly moved, and then the long sword continued to tremble, stabbing towards Xie Xiaofeng.

"Isn't the White Pavilion Master afraid that the old man will spread this word to the rivers and lakes, so that the White Pavilion Master will be the enemy of the whole world?" Xie Wangsun suddenly looked at Bai Mu and said coldly.

"Old Mr. Xie, what good will it do you to spread this word to, no! Not only is it not good, but the Divine Sword Villa will have such a life-and-death enemy as Bai!"

"On the contrary, once this matter is completed, the entire rivers and lakes, and even the entire world, your name of Xie Wang Sun will be passed down through the ages, and will be admired by tens of thousands of people for all generations!"

"Cool ...... of Winter"

Phew!

Yan Shisan stabbed the sword out again, but suddenly the tip of the sword shook in mid-air, and a sense of enlightenment surged into his heart, and then quickly retracted the sword, and then slowly stabbed out.

The sword that stabbed out became slower and slower, and finally, it was still in the air, not only the sword was still, but the wind was also still, Xie Xiaofeng's voice was also still, and even Bai Mu and Xie Wangsun, who were dozens of meters away, suddenly froze.

As everything came to a standstill, the sword began to move again, and the speed at which it stabbed out, the lightning was difficult to chase, and on the tip of the sword, the black light representing death condensed into a point and headed towards the stationary Xie Xiaofeng.

Die, die, die!

This sword stabbed out, whether it was Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, or Bai Mu and Xie Wangsun, there was only one word that could be seen, and that was death!

Xie Xiaofeng saw that he would die, and he would inevitably die under this sword, and there was no way to live.

And the death that Yan Shisan saw was not only Xie Xiaofeng's death, but also countless living beings who would die under this sword, and most importantly, he would also die under this sword.

The death that Bai Mu and Xie Wangsun saw was that once they faced this terrifying sword, they had nothing to think about except death.

"Freeze time and space!"

Bai Mu and Xie Wangsun, who were still at the moment, were suddenly shocked, and then the two quickly glanced at each other, their eyes full of horror!

Such a sword is not all that is in the mortal world!

Xie Xiaofeng looked at the black dots that were getting closer and closer in fear, but the fear in Yan Shisan's eyes was even worse than that, because Yan Shisan found that the power in his body was constantly surging towards the tip of the sword, and the black light on the tip of the sword was getting darker and darker, black shiny, and black was terrifying.

But what is even more terrifying is that he can no longer control the sword, but the sword is controlling itself as if it has life.

Looking at the desperate Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan, who was even more desperate, suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his wrist, and turned the tip of the sword to himself.

Zheng!

Just as the black dot was about to pierce Yan Thirteen, a piece of broken silver that broke through the sky instantly broke into the solidified time and space, breaking the sword of death, converging the tip of the sword of death, and flying into the stones in the distance.

"With such a sword, if it can't kill the immortals and destroy the gods, but disappears like this, it is really a great loss!"

Bai Mu and Xie Wangsun walked up to Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng respectively, looked at the tip of the sword that looked at the hard stone into the tofu, and exclaimed.

"This sword, it's terrifying, just when it first appears, it can control people with a sword, it shouldn't exist in the world!" Yan Shisan looked at the broken long sword, his face still frightened.

"The sword is always the sword, and if you can't control it now, it doesn't mean that you won't be able to control it in the future. Besides, don't you want to see the scenery after this sword is controlled? Don't forget, you are Yan Thirteen!" Bai Mu said as he suddenly shouted.

"Yes, I'm Yan Thirteen!" Yan Thirteen is the most famous sword in the rivers and lakes, he must not, and will never be controlled by the sword, under the white wood as the head stick, Yan Thirteen seemed to understand, and the fear on his face slowly dissipated.

"I lost!" Xie Xiaofeng, who had recovered from his stillness, said with a bitter and happy face to Yan Shisan, who had gradually calmed down and regained his proper demeanor.

"You're losing!" Yan Shisan nodded first, then shook his head and said, "But I didn't win either!"

"If you lose, you lose! Xie Xiaofeng is not a person who can't afford to lose!" Xie Xiaofeng's expression of fear slowly faded with determination.

"This sword, whether it is aimed at you or me, once it is stabbed, Yan Thirteen, the one who wins, will not be Yan Thirteen! You should know!" Yan Thirteen said.

Yan Thirteen's meaning Xie Xiaofeng knew that if Xie Xiaofeng died under the sword, it would be this sword that would win, not Yan Thirteen, because this sword was not controlled by Yan Thirteen;

However, no matter what, he Xie Xiaofeng just lost, whether it was facing the fifteenth sword or Yan Thirteen, he Xie Xiaofeng lost!

"Who loses and who wins, is it important? It's important to be alive!" Bai Mu looked at the two people who were entangled, and couldn't help but feel pain.

"Anyway, the two of you are still alive, it's a big deal to find another chance in the future, just fight again!"