Once the sword intent was accumulated, Zhuo Zangfeng would never hesitate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't think about killing this cultivator who had cultivated to the realm of a great grandmaster with a single sword, in fact, after his sword was struck, he no longer thought about this boring question.

Coming for revenge, the sword of vengeance condensed enough murderous aura like his fingers pulling the bowstring.

This sword condensed all the vitality he could muster, and he was caught off guard by his opponent.

There is no room to back down.

The sword qi urged open the papier-mâché pane, which was incomparably sharp and incomparably subtle.

However, at this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him, and he felt the short sword against a hard object, and an extremely vast vitality burst in, like a high mountain pressing on the sword, making him unable to move.

"Zla", in the sound of toothache, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at it, only to see the tip of the sword against a white porcelain wine glass.

The hand holding the glass was white and slender, and his thumb and forefinger gently pinched the rim of the glass, like a suave person trying to show himself something.

And the vitality in the wine glass was pouring in endlessly, and he couldn't help his luck and resisted with the true yuan of his whole body.

His body was ridiculously stabbing at the edgeworth, neither falling to the ground nor moving.

"Who are you, and why are you here to kill me?"

Xue Chongzhen's voice was calm, neither the anger of being chased and killed, nor the joy of stopping the fatal sword.

Zhuo Zangfeng was silent, once he spoke, his breath was not smooth, the other party's vitality would be unstoppable, destroying his own heart.

The wooden lattices had been shattered silently, but they remained in their original state.

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly smelled a strong smell of wine, and before he had time to think that Xue Chongzhen was still a drunkard, he suddenly gave up the short sword.

The waist and abdomen were forced, and finally with the short sword, the body bounced back sharply.

At this time, his heart became calmer and calmer, and there was not the slightest fear in the eyes that showed out of the hood.

Xue Chongjian did not pursue, but sighed lightly: "What a strong sword qi!"

After saying this, the wooden window lattice collapsed with a bang, and a piece of wood chips flew, leaving a square hole in the wall where the window lattice was originally installed.

Xue Chongjian stood behind the window, holding a pot in his left hand and a cup in his right hand, pouring a full bottle of wine and drinking it all, his expression was indescribably chic.

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly retreated, his body was already close to the high wall, and there might be a glimmer of life to escape at this time.

Xue Chongzhen stared at the dark shadow in the darkness, seeing that he was already approaching the wall, and still had no intention of hindering him.

He thought to himself that the people who ran away were always so embarrassed.

However, the next moment, he realized that he was wrong.

Just as he thought that the assassin would inevitably flee over the wall, he saw the air flow spinning rapidly in the night, and the assassin stepped on a large tree by the wall with both feet, and turned back with his strength.

The cold light flashed, the sword qi rushed to his face, and there was a short sword on his body.

Xue Chongzhen was quite surprised.

He has countless enemies in his life, and it is commonplace to assassinate or be killed, but he didn't expect that there are such people who are not afraid of death.

Xue Chong's qi detector lifted it, floating out of the hole between the windows, and the short sword that he had shot down on the ground suddenly buzzed and flew into the air.

Flying Sword!

This was the first time that Zhuo Zangfeng had come into direct contact with the flying sword issued by a high-realm powerhouse.

He rebounded extremely quickly, still listening intently for the direction of the flying sword's attack in the intervening moments.

However, his ordinary short sword seemed to be infused with magical life, and it became magical under the control of this great grandmaster's realm. The sword roared violently in his ears, and if he maintained the posture of flying stabs, the flying sword would inevitably cut his head open, and Zhuo Zangfeng quickly turned the sword momentum.

With a "ding" sound, the flying sword brushed the sword in his hand and floated away, bursting out with a spark.

Zhuo Zangfeng snorted, his body was shaken away by the powerful sword qi, and his shoulder was hit by the falling sword flower, and there was a burning pain.

He bit his lip fiercely, and his gaze became fierce and terrifying.

Without waiting for the breath to be calm, he twisted his waist and took out his sword.

"Yes, you can still touch my flying sword!" Xue Chongzhen sincerely admired.

A light shot from the broken window, not bright, dim.

Xue Chongzhen's long body stood proudly, the light shining on his back, and the appearance on the ground stretched longer.

Seeing how tenacious the Assassin was, he didn't move.

In the boundless night, there was the sneer of a flying sword tearing through the air, and Xue Chongzhen stood like a mountain, and his momentum climbed to the peak.

Zhuo Zangfeng's running figure suddenly froze.

A deep and vast sword intent in front of him was like a wall across his body.

If an ordinary cultivator encounters the same kind of situation, in a state where the cultivation realm is very different from the other party, this wall of sword intent condensation is equivalent to a spider web full of death.

Zhuo Zangfeng is the flying insect that throws itself into the net.

Fortunately, he had remained calm and calm, not being confused by the flying sword above his head, and fortunately, he was a kendo immortal, and he was able to perceive the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that ordinary cultivators could not perceive.

He stood still, his short sword stretched across his chest, and a swirling sword aura protected the vital points around him.

At this time, the wall condensed with that sword qi was less than three feet, and it was less than a foot with Xue Chongjian behind the wall.

The distance of one foot and three feet is the distance between life and death.

Zhuo Zangfeng forced himself to be calmer, his heartbeat was more gentle, and there was not the slightest panic, fear, and other expressions in his eyes outside the black scarf.

Xue Chongzhen condensed but did not move, gathering his breath in front of him, and sending his sword intent in the dark sky.

He didn't mean to make a move, but he was always defending gracefully, and the posture of looking up and watching was like a meteor flashing in the sky.

At the same time, the flying sword in the air flew rapidly like a meteor, and the buzzing sound was endless.

The assassin suddenly stopped attacking, and Xue Chongzhen's expression moved, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

A cultivator of the first-grade martial arts realm can see my vitality, and the great grandmaster smiled and shook his head.

This is a wall that can't be seen, it is the supreme sword intent emitted by the flying sword in the night sky, Zhuo Zangfeng can stop in time, this pause, but he saves his life.

Once his sword qi came into contact with this wall of sword qi, the great grandmaster's vast and endless vitality would be like a great river bursting its embankment, and with his cultivation in the first-grade martial arts realm, it would be impossible to resist at all.

The majestic vitality was circulating, and the flying sword above his head roared from time to time, and Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't see through the flaws in the sword net.

After squinting for a long time, he looked at the opening and asked, "You are a sword sealer." ”

When he asked this sentence, he still didn't know the name of the Marquis of Yijian, he only knew that this person was the murderer of the old Taoist.

Through the faint sword net, Xue Chongzhen stared at the other party's cold gaze, and suddenly felt that this gaze was so familiar.

"You're just a martial artist, and you want to kill me?" he looked a little solemn.

"Are you a sword seal?" Zhuo Zangfeng asked again.

Xue Chongzhen raised his head to the sky and saw the stars shining in the night sky, and the flying sword was still flying around under his own divine concentration.

Lifting the flask, the glass is full, and the starlight falls on the wine, as if endless sorrow.

Xue Chongjian sighed and said, "I'm Xue Xuanliu." ”

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes, and he stubbornly asked, "Xue Xuanliu is a sword marquis?"

Xue Chongzhen didn't expect that this assassin who was going to die with him didn't even know that the Sword Marquis was Xue Xuanliu, so who instructed him to come to assassinate him.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "Xue Xuanliu is the Sword Marquis, and the Sword Marquis is Xue Xuanliu." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng said: "Okay! I'll kill you!" )