Looking up, the sky was gray, and there were oppressive dark clouds piling up as far as the eye could see, and it seemed that they would not disperse until at least a rainstorm fell on the air.

Lu Hanjiang turned back and took a paper umbrella, although he didn't hate rainy days, he obviously didn't like the taste of being drenched in the rain.

In the distance, it seemed that the sound of fighting could still be heard from Wangjian Tower, but it was soon covered by the faint thunder overhead, Lu Hanjiang carried a paper umbrella and walked out of the villa along the path, and slowly disappeared on the uninhabited mountain road.

On the other side of the mountain road, Anan was wrestling with the ambushed Jinyi Guard, his light skills were excellent, and even his internal strength was not weak, it was hard to imagine how such a guy could be caught so easily by the Sword Forging Villa.

The ambushed Jinyi guards were divided into two groups, some of them held short soldiers in close combat, and attacked their key points with swords, Lu Hanjiang's order was very clear, if he could not be captured alive, then he would be directly dealt with.

Although Anan looked at the left and right, and there was a possibility of dying at any time, in fact, he was always able to turn danger into a disaster, jumping repeatedly on the edge of life and death.

Once is a coincidence, twice is luck, and three times is inevitable.

This Anan is not an ordinary disciple as rumored, and his martial arts are likely to exceed everyone's expectations.

Having come to this conclusion, he led his brothers to besiege him, and the Jinyi guard changed his battle strategy, and he no longer pursued fighting the other side, but turned to a tug-of-war.

Rely on numbers and small movements to constantly harass each other, trying to lead them into the route they have prepared.

Anan's expression was solemn, the surprise in his heart at this moment was far less calm than on his face, and he escaped from the Sword Forge Villa and was ambushed, which was beyond his expectations.

Obviously, this group of people is not a demon dao, with the Xuantian Sect in front of him, Anan doesn't think that there is still a demon dao that can be involved in this matter without knowing it, but even so, he still can't guess which way the other party is.

Until he was forced into a slightly empty area, a dozen guys armed with crossbows suddenly appeared around him.

Jinyiwei!

Anan's heart was shocked, the crossbow arrow is too recognizable, and in the entire rivers and lakes, the only one who can take out this thing unscrupulously is Jinyiwei.

Even if it is the Xuantian Sect, it needs to be very cautious when using this kind of killing weapon, but in comparison, the use of crossbow arrows by Jinyi Wei is a dangerous signal.

Using a crossbow bolt that could almost be regarded as identifying himself in such a covert ambush situation, it is likely that the Jinyi Guard has already given himself an order to kill.

After all, as long as the person is dead, there is no need to worry about the matter being leaked.

Anan's heart became heavier and heavier, he waved the sword in his hand, while resisting the crossbow arrows around him, while continuing to escape, the brocade guard followed like a shadow, and the crossbow arrows came in waves, almost blocking all his retreats.

"Is there no way?"

Anan gritted his teeth secretly, endured the pain of tearing in his body, suddenly turned around, and stabbed out with a backhand, and the edge was straight to the Jinyi guard who was chasing behind him.

A little horror flashed in the eyes of the brocade guard, the sword stabbed as fast as lightning, and it was wrapped with extremely strange true qi, he tried to resist with the protective qi of Zhenyue Dingfeng Gong, but the armor condensed by the true qi was broken by the other party like cutting tofu. …

Under the sword of the shocking Hong, the brocade guard barely turned sideways at the end, dodging the mortal sword, and he quickly retreated while holding his injured arm.

"This person's sword skills are extremely high, don't let him use them closely!"

As the words fell, the crossbowmen in the rear quickly released a wave of arrows, blocking Anan's next attack.

Anan held his breath and concentrated, holding the sword in his right hand, and swept around, the sword qi fluttered like a spring breeze blowing willows, the blade was like the wind, and all the crossbow arrows that flew were cut into two pieces.

Then, I saw him stab out with a sword, and the sword qi changed in an instant, from a gentle breeze to a boiling volcano, and the soft sword seemed to be covered with thousands of brilliance, making people have nothing to hide.

The oncoming sword shocked the brocade guard, and he resisted with the embroidered spring knife but could hear the scream of the blade, and a trace of crack spread at the place where the sword touched.

The sword qi is domineering, and if the sword is broken, it will inevitably take his life, this brocade guard gritted his teeth and insisted, and several people around him slashed with knives, but saw that Anan trembled the sword body slightly, and the condensed sword qi spread into a shield, resisting the falling knife.

Anan alone withstood the offensive of the seven brocade guards, faintly but still had the upper hand, the sword aura was cold, a little bit more than the embroidered spring sword, the expressions of all the brocade guards were very serious, this person's martial arts exceeded their expectations too much.

But fortunately, in this siege, they still have a hundred households with strong martial arts.

Just when everyone was about to be defeated, a sword gang meteor flew in the distance and slammed into Anan's shield condensed with sword qi.

It was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the sword qi shield was in turmoil, Anan's face changed, and he immediately withdrew his strength, and where the swords collided, a force of countershock pushed both sides away several feet away.

Several brocade-clothed guards were surging with qi and blood, and after retreating a few steps away, Anan quickly stopped his body and stared at the direction where the sword qi was attacking.

After a while, a white-clothed shadow swept down, and a cold voice sounded all around: "Retreat to the periphery to take precautions, and leave this person to me to deal with." ”

"Obedience."

The brocade guards retreated outward in an orderly manner, and the woman who gave the order settled down, half a light veil covering her face, holding a cold sword in her hand, and her frosty eyes looked at Anan calmly.

"It's a miracle that there are women in the brocade guard."

Anan's tone was frivolous, but he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart, the feeling this woman brought to him was too familiar, and he always felt that he should have seen her somewhere.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan didn't react to Anan's seemingly provocative speech, she just said indifferently: "If you want to live, you can exchange the secret of the Star Xuan Dao." ”

"Huh."

Anan laughed out loud, as if mocking, as if disdainful, he clenched the long sword in his hand, and his eyes sank: "My lord has a big breath, first he set up an ambush to besiege and kill, and then he used words to threaten, and now this tone seems to have given some great kindness, I don't think it is muddy down." ”

Anan's voice fell, and he saw Huangfu Xiaoyuan shaking her head gently, the sword in her hand was raised slightly, and a little cold light came in the blink of an eye.

Not again!

Anan met it with a sword, her brows furrowed tightly, there was always a familiar feeling in this woman's gestures, and even in her swordsmanship, it seemed to have the same taste. …

The two of them held their swords and made a few moves, the faster Anan's sword moves, the faster they slashed, the sword moves stretched like the Yangtze River, and Huangfu Xiaoyuan also changed her tricks, and the swordsmanship was neat and neat, just hitting the other party's vital place, waiting for work.

One person uses a sword to change in thousands of ways, wanting to flood with water, and one person is only fast against the enemy, and the move is deadly.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan also faintly felt a little wrong at this moment, she seemed to have seen this person's swordsmanship somewhere, and there was a familiar feeling, but. How is that possible.

Seeing that Huangfu Xiaoyuan seemed to hesitate in her swordsmanship, Anan immediately picked her away with a sword, and then pulled back to open a safe distance.

At this time, Anan was already embarrassed, this woman was by no means an ordinary opponent, those brocade guards retreated will inevitably set up more ambushes on the periphery, if he can't quickly defeat the enemy, what awaits him will only be another heaven and earth net, so there is no end at all.

It has to be done quickly.

Anan resolutely mentioned the ten success powers, and under the windless automatic clothes was the surging true qi to the extreme, and the wisps of true qi turned from colorless to green, attached to the sword body like crazy vines, which was terrifying.

"Ahem! Ahem! ”

When he was lucky, Anan coughed up a mouthful of blood, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a gloomy expression, and his heart sank slightly, when he was caught in the Sword Casting Villa, he was "taken care of" by Master Nayi, leaving countless internal injuries.

Anan shook his head vigorously, he couldn't care much at the moment, it was important to get the news out as soon as possible.

On the other side, seeing Anan preparing to go all out, Huangfu Xiaoyuan didn't dare to slack off, and the moment she took a deep breath, a trace of demonic aura began to spread upward from the back of her neck, and her pure temperament as snow was gradually replaced by a distorted madness.

The two people who were not far apart were like thorny tentacles, constantly colliding in the air, and in an instant, a strange sense of familiarity surged in their hearts at the same time.

The two did not hesitate, at the moment when Huangfu Xiaoyuan took out the sword, Anan also immediately took out the sword, and the scattered sword qi like stars collided in the air, and the distance between the two was only one zhang away.

Huangfu Xiaoyuan from top to bottom, the sword qi was condensed, thousands of brilliant sword lights were like a flash in the pan, and the beautiful scene changed in an instant to become a human purgatory where ghosts cried and howled, countless sword qi stirred and mixed, like a river of hell blood piled up by corpses, and twisted claws gushed out from it.

"How is it possible, this is-Heavenly Dao Three Swords?!"

Anan's eyes had completely fallen into a daze, and he slammed his sword into the huge bloody hand formed by the condensation of sword qi, and the turquoise sword light broke through a hole, but he couldn't advance an inch, so the owner of the sword had fallen into confusion.

Surprise, incomprehension, and even panic entangled in Anan's heart, and her gaze fell tightly on Huangfu Xiaoyuan behind the bloody hand.

The Three Swords of Heavenly Dao, woman, and this familiar feeling, can it be said that ——!

"Miss Sansan.?"

I don't know how many layers of defense have been isolated, and the meaning of the distant and unfamiliar title was not clearly understood by Huangfu Xiaoyuan until a while later.

The two of them froze in place at the same time, but the sword had been out, the killing move had been made, and Huangfu Xiaoyuan watched Anan being swallowed by a bloody hand.

The blood dissipated, Anan's body froze in place, and the next moment, his skin seemed to have been cut by thousands of knives, bursting with countless wounds, and splattering blood spilled all over the ground.

Anan opened his mouth, as if something was stuck in his throat, but at this time, his eyes were already blank, and the three swords of the Heavenly Dao were unmatched, and they took his life in an instant.

The silent corpse stood in place, still holding the movement of the sword in his hand, all of which seemed so familiar.

The uneasiness in Huangfu Xiaoyuan's heart seemed to have been magnified suddenly, and the blood claws derived from the three swords of the Heavenly Dao seemed to appear in her heart, clutching her chest fiercely.

The familiar swordsmanship, the familiar title, and even, the last remaining hand of this person, Huangfu Xiaoyuan, suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, she stared at the unfamiliar face, subconsciously stretched out her hand, groped slightly around its edge, and then skillfully removed a human skin mask.

And the person behind this mask is-

"Brother Linshan."