Rusty Sword held the blood-colored red sword tightly in his right hand, although he and Liu Wanli were siblings, but these two people looked very different, and their temperaments were also very different.

From childhood to adulthood, the two have always taken opposite paths, but it turns out that Liu Wanli has always been superior.

He is not convinced, and he will never be convinced.

Liu Wanli has long achieved the realm of no sword, and what he has always done is to hold his sword tightly.

Can a swordsman who doesn't use a sword still be considered a swordsman? So in his eyes, Liu Wanli's sword path is simply crooked!

This blood-colored red sword, since he got it when he was ten years old, never left his hand, but this blood-colored red sword is not his natal sword, he does not have a natal sword, because in his eyes, the sword is ruthless, the sword is assassination, once it is injected with emotion, it is no longer pure, and that kind of sword is no longer a sword.

Rusty Sword's hand held the hilt extremely steadily, his face expressionless, and his eyes were filled with the long-stored mad killing intent.

Killing is his way.

In his eyes, in the world, between heaven and earth, nothing can be killed, and at this time, there was a sharp killing intent above the arc of the blood-colored red sword.

This killing intent kills the air, kills the falling snowflakes, kills the slightest chill, where the sword blade kills intent, the white snow turns into white gas, the cold wind turns into a scorching wind, and rolls of red tornadoes continue to appear on the side of the sword body, free from it, and then disperse.

Very few people know that the person who challenges the Great Master the most in this world is actually Rusty Sword.

From Liu Wanli to Daoba, as well as the four holy monks of Buddhism, he has swords against them, although none of them have succeeded. But it was precisely because of this experience that he survived the Buddhist Incident that night.

It is precisely because of this experience. Let him have an incomparably strong confidence, under the Great Grandmaster. I'm the first! This is the voice of the Rusty Sword.

His eyes looked through the snowflakes, staring closely at the flowers that were getting closer and closer to him, and the place where his eyes landed was where his sword was heading.

In the distance, the clothes on Hua Changkai's body were clinging to his chest because he was rushing forward, but the position of the heart of his left chest was obviously more concave, which was the point of Rusty Sword's gaze.

"What a proud fellow... Do you think your sword will pierce my heart? Hua Chang sneered happily.

Rushing forward, he suddenly stepped on the snow-covered street, and a ball of pink vitality burst out. The snow and the bluestone slab under the snow and the frozen mud under the bluestone slab suddenly broke apart and flew around, while the left hand shook rapidly, as if shaking the hand.

"Carving insect skills! Nothing to speak of! Rusty Sword snorted coldly, and in an instant, he rushed to the place where Hua Changkai stepped on this foot.

The blood-colored red sword suddenly flourished, and the killing intent was pushed away in an instant by the snow and gravel sludge that Hua Changkai stepped on.

The obstacle in front of him was gone, but the man who was always blooming had retreated fifty paces away, leaving only a distorted afterimage in the air.

The corners of the Rusty Sword's mouth curled slightly, and the flowers appeared from before. He could see at a glance that he was worthy of his own sword, and when the two of them confronted each other and then launched them at the same time, he finally felt a feeling he had never felt before even when he challenged the Grand Master.

That's what it feels like to break through! The feeling turned him on. Let him go crazy, let him can't wait to pierce the ever-blooming heart with a sword and taste the taste of blood!

However, it was at this time that he first tasted the snow.

A snowflake fell on his closed lip. Then another snowflake landed on his nose, and more snowflakes fell from the sky. It's going to fall on him.

Rusty Sword's pupils suddenly shrank, and the snowflakes that fell on his lips were not melted by the heat of his body. Instead, it released an incomparable chill, which instantly covered his lips with a layer of white frost.

The snowflake that fell on his nose also burst into a powerful chill in an instant, causing a layer of frost to stain his nose as well.

Rusty Sword suddenly found that in the straight line behind the flower, the snowflakes fell more densely and firmer than anywhere else.

Snowflakes are alive, and this rusty sword knows in his heart, how can he be killed without life?

However, at this moment, he was surprised to find that the killing intent he had triggered could not kill these living white elves, because they had a mission.

The mission of the snowflake is to fall, fall to the ground, and then melt or backlog.

Although his sword can still kill snowflakes, his killing intent can no longer kill all snowflakes, because his sword is sharper than his killing intent in comparison.

This is his heart, this is his sword, the sword is the sword, the sword is used to assassinate, so in his world, there is nothing stronger and sharper than the sword.

However, when he could only rely on the sharpness of the sword to kill, he suddenly found that if he didn't make changes at this time, he was afraid that he would lose this battle!

Although he didn't know what Hua Changkai had done just now, he at least knew that he was already in an enchantment at this time.

It was he who crashed headlong into the enchantment, so he naturally knew, but he didn't understand how that hateful guy who had stopped retreating could still form such a powerful enchantment when he had obviously used all his strength to urge the sword qi.

Rusty Sword is caught in the hardest choice of his life.

If he let go of his hand at this time and only stabbed it with a blood-colored red sword, he was still confident that he would be able to pierce Hua Changkai's heart with this sword, but if he let go of the sword, it would no longer be his way of the sword...

Do you want to win or stick to your kendo? Rusty Sword had to hesitate.

And this hesitation, the flower in the distance Changkai clawed in his left hand, and suddenly grabbed it in the cold wind, and suddenly the countless fluttering snowflakes all flew towards the rusty sword.

In just an instant, the rusty sword's body was covered with snow, and his forward momentum stopped instantly, because his body had been frozen by the cold to the bone, and his sword was still held in his hand, still holding it very steadily, very steadily...

"Tempest Knife Technique!" Hua Changkai let out a low snort, his left hand was copied to the back of his waist, and he pulled out the other black knife, and the wind knife technique was used in an instant, and there was suddenly no figure of him on the long street, only the wind.

A gust of pink wind blew across the long street, bringing up a rain of blood.

The wind stopped, and the snow on the long street was also stagnant, and Hua Changkai stood a hundred steps behind the rusty sword, and the horizontal sword stood still.

The abnormal fluctuations of vitality in the White Emperor City finally subsided, the wind on the long street blew again, and the snow above the long street also drifted again, but it was not so cold anymore.

Hua Changkai stuck his double knives behind his waist, stepped forward, and walked towards the end of the long street.

Behind him, the snow and ice on the Rusty Sword had dissipated, and he was still standing, his right hand still holding the blood-colored Rusty Sword, but his right hand was no longer on his shoulder, but on the ground.

After walking far away, Hua Changkai seemed to hear a noise behind him, and he didn't look back because he knew it was the sound of the rusty sword's head hitting the ground.

He had two knives, one to cut off his hands and one to cut off his head.

Hua Changkai walked to the gate of the White Emperor City with his hands on his back, and looked up to see Wei Jiuqian standing there.

"Is this just a matter of when to make a move and how to make a move?" Hua Changkai asked.

"Although you are still alive and must owe the half-demon in your body to help you cast the demon spell, this is your first victory after all." Wei Jiuqian said, "So congratulations." ”

"But he's Liu Wanli's brother." Hua Changkai said.

"Congratulations, you finally got the reason why Liu Wanli had to make a move on you." Wei Jiuqian said. (To be continued......)