Xiao Yu raised his arm and dotted in front of him, like taking the stage to point soldiers.

Eight Taiyi Splitting Sword Qi appeared in front of him, and then intertwined into a net.

Sword three.

Like a moth to a flame, the black rainbow crashed headlong into the sword net intertwined by Xiao Yu.

Wang Dongle's face changed slightly, the demon knife in his hand was shocked, and the blood on the knife was victorious, instantly pressing the original black of the knife body, turning into a red knife, cutting through the fine sword net in front of him with one sword, castration unabated, and still going straight to Xiao Yu.

Wang Dongle looked at Xiao Yu, who was already close at hand, and smiled strangely: "You still don't have a sword?"

The blade was less than three feet away from Xiao Yu.

I saw Xiao Yu slowly take a step back and stretch out two fingers.

The next moment, the red blade was easily sandwiched between Xiao Yu's fingers, unable to move.

Wang Dongle's face changed drastically, and the long blade in his hand turned from red to black again, like a shadow, slipping away from Xiao Yu's fingers, turning red again, and stabbing out.

Wang Dongle's face was hideous, staring at Xiao Yu deadly, hoping to stab this contemptuous horse who looked down on him with a knife.

But the next scene made Wang Dongle really feel surprised, Xiao Yu stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were stretched out to block his chest.

When the tip of the long knife was still an inch away from Xiao Yu's palm, it was difficult to move forward a bit, or it should be said that the blade was still advancing, but this inch of distance would never come to an end.

At this time, you can't advance, and you can't retreat, unless you abandon the knife.

But half of Wang Dongle's cultivation is on this knife, how can he abandon it?

Wang Dongle hesitated slightly, and Xiao Yu had already slapped his backhand on Wang Dongle's chest, slapping him with a knife ten zhang away.

Wang Dongle landed heavily, and the ground that was frozen as cold and hard as iron made a muffled sound.

Xiao Yu stood in place, glanced at Wang Dongle, and smiled coldly: "That's all you need?"

Wang Dongle got up from the ground with a long knife and grinned.

The next moment, dozens of sword qi burst out from Wang Dongle's body.

It is said that it is sword qi, but the blood qi contained in it has far exceeded the sword intent itself, just as Wuchen said to Xiao Yu when he was in the green landscape, there are great supernatural powers among cultivators who can dissolve strange things in magic weapons or supernatural powers.

Strange things are nothing more than cold, skylight, blood, resentment, and even the soul, and Wang Dongle at this time has brought his blood to the extreme of the frost realm.

Xiao Yu frowned, how many people did this mad dog kill? The blood on his body was so heavy, even if he was lucky enough to enter the realm of heaven and man, at least it would be a heavenly calamity, could this kind of crooked evil way really withstand it?

Xiao Yu flicked his left sleeve, his big sleeve fluttered, and dozens of fierce knife qi were swept away by Xiao Yu's sleeve. Then Xiao Yu slapped Wang Dongle with a sleeve in the air.

Under the severe cold, the ground comparable to fine iron was shot out of a large pit.

Wang Dongle in the pit was covered in blood.

Xiao Yu looked at Wang Dongle, who was about to turn into a mad dog, his eyes were cold, and he smiled lightly, "Come on, come on, what other means can be used." ”

Xiao Yu paused and said indifferently: "Xiao will stand here today and let you kill." ”

Wang Dongle tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face could no longer be described as hideous, but almost distorted.

He staggered out of the pit, knife in one hand.

Wang Dongle raised one arm, and pointed at Xiao Yu with the long black and red knife in his hand, and he still had a final knife, a sword to be precise.

A sword that the gentleman taught him.

There was silence for a moment.

A knife swept out, without the slightest fluctuation of vitality, as if it was an ordinary knife without the slightest fancy, but there was a chilling determination in this knife.

The puppet was furious, and the blood was splashed with five steps.

Shuren Sword!

The first sword in the Three Swords Divine Power.

Xiao Yu squinted, this was the first time he had seen outsiders use this Confucian Three Swords, but he was quickly relieved, his face was as usual, after all, he could learn other people's magical powers, why couldn't others learn his Three Swords?

Although the three swords are good, it depends on who will use them.

The broken array was pulled by the qi machine and sonorously unsheathed.

Xiao Yu took a step at the same time, broke the moment and fell into his hand, pointing forward with the long sword in his hand.

Shuren sword, one person and one sword, the affairs of the world are nothing more than the affairs of a sword.

For Xiao Yu, who is no longer a Shuren, he has been getting farther and farther away from the Shuren Sword.

Even if he once had this sword, this sword helped him survive countless near-deaths.

He can only fight Xu Lin on the battlefield, not with a sword.

Xiao Yu is no longer a Shuren, and he has lost the spirit of the Shuren Sword, but this does not mean that he has lost the three swords of Confucianism.

There is also a prince's sword on top of the Shuren sword!

Today's Xiao Yu is already a prince in the northwest.

Xiao Yu gently grasped the hilt of the sword with his five fingers, and made an understatement of the sword.

The shot is an understatement, but the sword momentum is already overwhelming.

It's just that Xiao Yu's sword is not complete, it has its form but no god, and it can only be regarded as a half sword.

Although it was only half a sword, it had already broken Wang Dongle's concubine.

This time, Wang Dongle didn't even have the qualifications to fight hard with Xiao Yu.

The remnants of the sword fell on Wang Dongle's body, and countless blood burst around Wang Dongle's body.

This time, Wang Dongle was already dying and could no longer get up.

Xiao Yu no longer looked at him, but looked up at the hazy sky, and at the same time stretched out his hand as if to catch the cold wind whistling in the sky, and said with emotion: "The wind is cold and the snow is urgent, it is the enemy's sword." ”

Xiao Yu glanced down at Wang Dongle, who was lying on the ground motionless, and said softly: "The knife is here, where is the sword?"

Above the glacier, a black-clad swordsman swims upstream from downstream.

The black-clothed swordsman has a sword hanging from his waist.

Xiao Yu said calmly: "I am in the realm of heaven and man, do you want to kill me, or do you want to save this Wang Dongle?"

The black-clothed swordsman who was already in the realm of heaven and man smiled indifferently and said, "You didn't even bring Zishui Yang with you, just to lure me out?"

I don't know when the snow particles are mixed in with the wind, and snow is coming.

A brocade robe was blown to the sound of hunting, Xiao Yu held it with his backhand, "Last time I was in Xiliangzhou, I wanted to kill you." ”

The black-clothed swordsman sneered, pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said sarcastically, "Can you kill it?"

Xiao Yu took a sword flower in his hand, looked at the fourth sword slave of the Sword Sect and said with a smile: "You can only know after you kill it." ”

A hundred miles away behind Xiao Yu.

Her Royal Highness the princess Lin Yinping wore a white fox fur and wore a double knife at her waist.

She was a little angry, and complained to Murong beside her: "I just promised that I would inform me of everything in the future, but this time I am alone and risky without saying a word." If I hadn't happened to learn that he was here, I'm afraid he would have been hidden from him again. ”

Murong's expression was soft, and he smiled: "Xiao Yu is also a piece of kindness. ”

Lin Yinping still snorted lightly, held the double knife at his waist, and said indignantly: "What he said to me has always been in and out of the right ear, arbitrary, if he can be the emperor, he will definitely be a faint monarch who can't listen to the advice of the contrary." ”

Mu Rongjun couldn't help but say: "How can anyone say this about his future husband, if you are in Dazheng, a bunch of fake Taoists will not poke your backbone." ”

Lin Yinping said disdainfully: "Then let them see the double knives of the main palace." ”

The corners of Murong's mouth curled, and he smiled: "Beating is kissing, scolding is love, I see that you and Xiao Yu are very affectionate." ”

Lin Yinping skimmed his face, an unnatural flush flashed on his face, and Gu Zuo said to him, "Go back and settle accounts with him slowly." ”

Murong smiled lightly, can the account between men and women be settled?

However, he suddenly remembered that Ye Xia accidentally said something about his mouth some time ago, and Murong's mood was a little inexplicably annoyed.

Back then, Akiba's family also ordered him a family affair.

Murong was originally from the Murong family of the Weiguo family, and he naturally knew much more about the affairs of the five great families than outsiders. is the right age and the right person for Autumn Leaves, except for himself, there is only one Zhang Xueyao left.