Chapter 8 Knife Trial

Thinking of Xia He here, he didn't speak, and even the smile on his face didn't dissipate, he was still confident, but his confidence was inevitably mixed with a little bitterness.

Xia He knew that his exclamation was very unreasonable, he just didn't like the young man's approach, and even with it, he didn't like his previous behavior of telling stories to the young man, but it was even more unreasonable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xia He no longer thinks about those things that don't make sense, because the biggest truth is in front of him, and life and death have always been the biggest truth in this world.

"Now, it's our turn. Xia He's voice was clear, with the vigor of youth, bringing some of the temperature of the sun in the slightly cool summer night in northern Xinjiang. It's just that even the temperature of the sun can't dispel the chill in the courtyard at this time, and the chill is bone-chilling.

Only then did the mountain people turn their eyes to him, this genius young master of the Xia family, who was the primary target of the assassination, of course he knew him, because they had seen him, in the Xia family's compound, and his mother.

It's just that there is still his father there, who died in his hands, and it was very dark that night, almost as dark as today, but the courtyard that day was filled with the smell of blood, and today there was a faint fragrance of locust flowers in this small courtyard thousands of miles away, but soon, this fragrance of locust flowers would be drowned in the endless smell of blood. The people of the mountains believe. And then out of nowhere took out a sword.

The sword light is cold, and the cold light of the blade is very eye-catching in the darkness, like a little plum in the heavy snow, and like a touch of red in thousands of green leaves, but this metaphor is a little better, this is just a sword, a sword that has killed people and seen blood.

Xia He didn't recognize the people in the mountains, but he recognized the sword, the snow-white sword.

The white sword needed to be confronted with a black knife, so Xia He abandoned the silver needle on his waist, walked to the locust tree, and picked up the black knife.

"Do you know how to use knives?" The people in the mountains finally spoke, the Xia family is a traditional family that uses knives, like his father is a well-known fast knife family, the people of the Xia family all practice fast knives, but only Xia He does not cultivate knives, in the past, because he could not practice, he naturally would not practice knives, and later embarked on the road of cultivation, and no one taught, so he could only learn the clan secrets by himself, but for some reason, Xia He chose an extremely remote weapon.

"Yes, I've seen a few glances at the knife skills at home. Xia He tried the knife, and the unsheathed black knife threw out several beautiful black shadows in the air, and the black knife pointed directly at the white sword.

The mountain man looked at the black knife pointed at him, "It turns out that he is here to deliver the knife." ”

"He" naturally refers to Lan who Xia He has only seen during the day.

Then, he moved his gaze upwards and landed on the handsome face of the young man, who was very handsome in the hazy moonlight. He had seen such a young man before, a young and more famous young man than the young man in front of him.

"Not as good as you. "The world says that the first master of the youth in the wasteland, the young man called the barbarian is the master of the mountain in the wilderness, but this mountain man from the mountain knows that the barbarian is not from the other side of the mountain, or, even many people in the mountain do not know the young man, but this mountain man from the mountain knows it, and even has confronted the legendary barbarian.

Since he has been on it, that is to know, then he said that he is not as good as the young man in front of him, and that is not as good.

Xia He was slightly stunned when he heard the mountain man mention the name of the famous young man, but unlike the young man in the wasteland, although he was a little stunned, he was not stunned, and he would not be flustered, because he was originally a genius, and he should have been the most dazzling genius under this starry sky.

"Well, I'm a real genius. Xia He couldn't help but feel a little proud, but he didn't get carried away, and the blade was obliquely sideways, looking at the shadow that he couldn't see clearly.

"I used to think that the Lord of the Wasteland had an exaggerated evaluation of you, but today, I'm afraid it's not as good as that. You really are a genius. Hearing the rare evaluation of his genius in the mouths of others, Xia He was very happy, and even had the urge to drink with the other party, if it wasn't for the sword.

"You can't kill my father. Xia He looked at the sword and spoke.

"Your dad is so arrogant. The mountain man looked at the knife and replied.

"You can't outrun me. Xia He recounted the fact that he knew what he was capable of.

"I can outrun your sister, that's why you can't outrun me. "The mountain people have never seen how fast the young man runs, but he has seen someone who is rushing back to the wasteland, and it just so happens that someone has seen it, and in order to kill Xia He, the mountain people don't mind using some inappropriate means.

Xia He said very sincerely, and the people in the mountains answered very sincerely.

In order to thank the people in the mountains for their sincerity, and after finding out that they really couldn't beat the other party, Xia He replied more sincerely and wanted to persuade the people in the mountains not to kill him.

"You can't kill me, because this is not a wilderness, we have already crossed the river. Xia He said very sincerely, and there was sincerity in his eyes hidden in the moonlight. After crossing the river, it is not a waste, the other side of the river is the strongest country on the mainland, and this side of the river is the second strongest country on the mainland. A truly strong country will not compromise in the face of a country stronger than itself, let alone allow other people to kill people on its own land.

"This place is very remote, this place is far away from Lin'an, and here is very close to the Great Wilderness. "Because it's so far away, the strong ones who can kill him can't get here, at least not until he kills the youth. Because it was so close, he could kill the young man and cross the small river called the Giethoorn River to the wasteland. The same sincerity of the mountain people.

"I'll try to drag it out a little longer. Xia He raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, he just needed to drag this mountain man who killed his father, and dragged the strong man of Da Yin to come here and kill him.

"You can try. ”

The courtyard returned to calm, and the undercurrent raged in the calm.

If he could, Xia He was willing to drag it out in such a delicate atmosphere, but feeling the torrent coming from the shadows where the mountain people were, he knew that if he didn't move, he would really be killed.

Then, he moved, and the black knife came out of its sheath, mixed with a little blue rhyme, and roared away, rolling up a thousand leaves, and blowing away the fragrance of locust flowers.

The mountain man didn't move, but it seems a little inappropriate to say this, to be precise, the mountain man's sword moved, quickly flew up from the mountain man's hand, and smashed on the knife in Xia He's hand, but it was just a simple smash, but it used the sword move to make a mountain-like heaviness.

The countless exquisite knife techniques that Xia He wanted to use also came to an abrupt end at this moment. Not only that, Xia He was also stunned by this smashed sword.

Coax, with a courtyard wall collapsed......

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