This man was different from the rest of his peers, he didn't look like an assassin at all, but he had a sense of killing people in the light.

But he has this capital!

The great master cultivates, the domineering swordsmanship, and the many shrimps have cleared the props for him, he only needs to defeat one person.

However, the situation is a little out of control!

Xuan Jian turned around, his eyes fell on the uninvited guest in front of him, and his gaze was a little solemn.

Who is he?

When did it appear?

Almost every great grandmaster came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and his facial features were extremely sharp. But their perception of the surrounding environment depends on the control of the aura, which is also the way they judge the opponent's cultivation, and this person can hide his perception, which shows that the cultivation is already very deep.

A great grandmaster he has self-confidence, if it is two......

Xuan Jian's gaze fell on the startled salamander in Xiao Jian's hand, and his gaze flickered slightly.

Eight Swords of the King of Yue!

Wei Qing was also looking at Xiao Jian, and it was not difficult to hear from the conversation that this person was a friend. Look at that sword again, this is the person of Mowgli......

Alas, why bother?

It's just a useless body!

Thinking about it, Xuan Jian flew up and launched a sharp blow at Xiao Jian.

His speed is very fast, and his body skills and swordsmanship are no worse than those of the evil swordsman, and his power is even better!

This is the charm of the times, and there are endless strong kendo players.

Break!

Xiao Jian quickly swung his sword, and the sword peaks collided.

Rumble!

The sword momentum formed two streams, and even the rain was separated. After a brief stalemate, Xiao Jian's sword intent crossed the dividing line and rolled away.

Xuan Jian Fei stepped back, his eyes showing surprise, this person was able to break his sword momentum, which he had never encountered.

Xiao Jian swung his sword to counterattack, pressing step by step.

Dangdangdang......

At night, the figures flickered in the rain, and the bright sword light outlined a beautiful scenery in the night, but it gave people a boundless impact.

Everywhere the two passed, rockeries, grass and trees, and even houses were destroyed, and there was a mess, flying sand and rocks, and sawdust flying wildly.

Wei Qing looked very seriously, and couldn't help but reach out and hold the hilt of the sword, but quickly moved away. He is not a swordsman, and his swordsmanship is far from being comparable to the two.

What he was thinking at this time was, could his Vajra body block such a sharp edge?

……

Xiao Jian has not experienced this kind of hearty battle for a long time, facing Yin Zhiping and Lone Shadow, they are more of a collision of domains, far less enjoyable than this pure swordsmanship game.

Xuan Qian's sword is fast, and it is full of domineering and bloodthirsty characteristics, and every swing carries a thick evil aura, which is the sword intent that is cultivated from killing.

Coupled with the sharpness of the weapon itself in hand, the battle was full of invaders, and none of the land covered by the battle circle survived.

As the battle heated up, a mist of blood covered the salamander's sword, making the blade a little more evil.

The surroundings were gradually covered in blood, as if even the rain had been infected.

The Field of Blood!

It's not just Xiao Jian, it's also Xuan Jian's domain.

This is a clash of swords and swords, but it is also a game of blood and blood, and the two suddenly have the illusion of finding a "friend".

Before they knew it, the two had reached the top of the highest attic.

"We are the same kind of people......"

"I'm stronger than you, my sword has been stained with the king's blood!"

The two were talking in the battle, and Xiao Jian proudly said that he had assassinated the king and killed the driver, and he was also a top swordsman who had killed important figures in history.

Xuan Jian looked puzzled, there has been no news of the king of any country being assassinated in the past few decades.

"Do you think that if you kill Wei Qing and Wei Yong, you will let your husband and wife go?" Xiao Jian suddenly withdrew his sword and retreated, the two of them were almost the same in terms of skill and use of moves, and if they continued to fight, they would die.

Xuan Qian's face sank, and the killing intent in his heart was secretly born, this person knew a little more.

"What do you want to say?"

"If I were you, I would kill Wei Yong directly, so don't let my father-in-law do it, I believe your wife will understand you."

A father who uses his daughter to achieve his goals, regardless of his life and death, is not worthy of being a father.

But Xuan Jian obviously can't accept this, this is due to the concept.

"You're worrying too much."

Xuan Jian snorted coldly, and swung his sword again to kill Xiao Jian, with killing intent Ling Ran.

"Stubborn!" Xiao Jian was suddenly angry, and he had a feeling that he had been let down by his hard work. I'm kind enough to give you an idea, if you don't appreciate it, forget it, and you still want to kill me!

Rumble!

A strong sword intent rose into the sky, and the breath of snow and blood shrouded it.

Kill!

Kill!

The power was condensed into a blade of ice and blood, and it was like a lifelike mighty dragon, and as the startling salamander in his hand stabbed out, the blade dragon roared and pounced on Xuan Qian.

The stegosaurus was as unstoppable as a stormy wave, as if the space had been torn apart by this fierce sword intent.

Xuan Qian's face was solemn, and he shouted angrily to urge the sword momentum to the extreme, but that evil qi seemed insignificant in front of the stegosaurus, and it collapsed with one blow.

Rumble!

The entire attic exploded, accompanied by a wail, and a streak of blood streaked through the air, but it was quickly washed away by the rain and drowned.

Xiao Jian watched Xuan Jian's stumbling figure disappear into the night, and did not pursue.

At this time, Xuan Jian was not strong enough, and he was looking forward to the future Eight Linglong ontology.

——

"I heard that your physical skills are very strong, known as the body of King Kong, and the sword is difficult to break?" The rain had stopped, and Xiao Jian came to Wei Qing, a little eager to try.

He never believed that there was an unbreakable fortress in this world, and if there was, it must be that your sword was not sharp enough.

"It's just that everyone is the same, and there is never a defense in this world that cannot be broken." Wei Qing walked out of the state of just appreciating the big war and said sincerely.

He is not afraid of death, let alone Xiao Jian, he just tells the truth.

"Oh." Xiao Jian was a little disappointed, he still wanted to try it. But the other party's words made him unable to find an excuse, the purpose of this trip was to protect the other party, and if he shot at him, he would inevitably fall behind.

"I wonder where your Excellency came from?" Wei Qing asked, he was also broad-minded, but he couldn't see Xiao Jian's martial arts path.

It is not the way of vertical and horizontal shutting down, nor is it the ethereal nature of the Daomen, nor is it the Momen non-attacking...... Could it be some other hidden sect?

"The peach blossom shadow falls and flies to the sword, and the blue sea tide is born according to the jade flute." Xiao Jian smiled and said, "The contemporary master of Peach Blossom Island, Xiao Jian." ”

After speaking, he turned around and waved his hand, and left under the gaze of Wei Qing and many soldiers, walking without a cloud.

"Now that the matter is over, I will say goodbye, oh, there is no need to send each other."

I didn't say I wanted to send it!

Wei Qing was stunned, and then looked left and right.

"Have you ever heard of Peach Blossom Island?"

"General Qiqi, unheard of."

"Oh...... Wonderful person. ”

——

"Is it pretty?" In the depths of the quiet street, Xiao Jian stopped a figure who was secretly spying, wrapped his whole body in tight black clothes, obviously deliberately hiding his identity.

Judging from the petite figure, there must be a woman under the heavy black clothes.

The female assassin was silent, she didn't even want to reveal her voice, and her mind was very thoughtful.

"Okay, the fight is over, and your sword will be returned to you."