In the face of such a strong opponent, Xu Jianping did not dare to launch an offensive rashly, he was constantly accumulating strength, looking for opportunities, and the white-haired old man also maintained his strange standing posture with great tacit understanding, quietly waiting for Xu Jianping's sword.

The two of them continued to stalemate like this, I don't know how long it took, the long sword in Xu Jianping's hand was in full bloom, and sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, this is the peak of the sword qi, you can't wait, you can't wait for the sword qi to be released!

Xu Jian moved, since you have no flaws, then I will hit you until you show your flaws.

"The art of the sword, the soul of the four swords"

The long sword in his hand turned into a giant sword shadow, like a terrifying wave, the sword aura was blunt, the momentum was like a rainbow, and it was slashed with a sword.

If a sword is fast, accurate, and ruthless, then the soul chasing of the four swords is slow, powerful, and heavy.

The white-haired old man looked at the sword shadow bearer in front of him and came slowly, wanting to avoid it but there was no way to avoid it, and under the pressure of the sky, he actually locked his breath, which was chasing souls.

"Hmph, good boy, I didn't expect to hide this hand" The white-haired old man snorted coldly when he saw this. "Since there is no way to avoid it, then let the old decay try your catties."

After saying that, the white-haired old man took three steps back, slightly freed himself from the coercion of the sword shadow, and then charged his strength to the blade.

"Purgatory Floating Slaughter, Purgatory Eight Slashes"

I saw the white-haired old man holding a knife in both hands, from the bottom up, slashing out eight strands of sword qi in a row, one knife, breaking the coercion, the second knife breaking the sword shadow, and three slashing to reveal the sword shape.

With each slash, the light of the sword shadow in the air dimmed a little. With each slash, the white-haired old man took a step forward, and at the same time spit out a mouthful of old blood from his mouth, obviously this purgatory eight slashes, when cutting the sword shadow, also caused himself to suffer great damage.

By the time all the eight slashes were completed, the white-haired old man was already less than three steps away from Xu Jianping, and Xu Jianping was also pressed down by the strong knife and could no longer hold on.

Xu Jianping knelt on one leg, the long sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, his right hand held the hilt of the sword, his head was lowered, and he gasped.

"Your sword move is very good, obviously there are only three grades, but the power is comparable to the fourth grade, no, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a fifth grade, if it is not for your own cultivation is not enough, this sword decay may not be able to catch it" The white-haired old man is not comfortable at the moment, and if he takes this sword move, it will cost him seven or eight true qi in his body.

"Get out of the way, the target of the old man is not you, don't make fearless sacrifices" The white-haired old man gathered his mind and looked at Li Jingrui, who was standing in front of the carriage.

"Isn't the target me, then it seems that you are not the person of the King of Huainan" Xu Jianping initially thought that the other party was the king of Huainan's people, after all, as early as a few days ago, the other party wanted to slaughter all of his own mouth, if it wasn't for Bai Qiuxue that day, I'm afraid it would have already started.

"Don't talk to me, the old man just obeys the order, if it weren't for the fact that the big man would lose another general, the old man wouldn't bother talking to you, so it's time to get down to business", the white-haired old man thought that Xu Jianping was also a member of the guards.

After speaking, the white-haired old man directly jumped over Xu Jianping, and stabbed Li Jingrui with a knife.

Li Jingrui did not escape, did not resist, because he knew that these were not what he was good at, looking at the knife light that was close at hand, Li Jingrui closed his eyes and faced it calmly, what joy in life, and no pain in death.

"Ding!"

The arrow feather stabbed directly on the tip of the white-haired old man's knife, and the huge impact directly shattered the long knife in his hand.

The white-haired old man's eyes were frightened and he no longer looked like before, and looked up at the other side of the Wei River.

"General Wei"

The only one who can shoot this arrow from the other side of the Wei River, thousands of miles away, is the eight-rank warrior of the Han Dynasty, the general Wei Jing of Zhengbei, the only arrow god in the world. Even General Huo, who is as strong as Jiupin, can't do it.

Since he is here, the task today has obviously failed, the white-haired old man looked at the corpses all over the ground behind him, and then looked at Xu Jianping, who was kneeling aside, took out a dagger from his arms, and without hesitation, he directly stabbed the heart.

This is the soldier of the Han Dynasty, since the task cannot be completed, then he will cut himself off and avoid leaving a handle.

Xu Jianping knew that the crisis was finally lifted, his eyes were black, and he fainted directly.

By the time Xu Jianping woke up leisurely, it was already the early morning of the next day. Looking at the hands wrapped with white silk, Xu Jianping smiled happily: "This dog's day, the body that has been raised with great difficulty has to be raised again." ”

Xu Jianping opened the curtain, stepped out of the carriage, and looked at the Wei River.

The sky is very blue, very shallow and very light blue, on the surface of the lake where the water and the sky meet. The rising sun showed a blush, slowly getting bigger and redder, and after a while it jumped over the surface of the lake, like a naughty child, patting the contaminated water.

This is the new life.

Wei Jing led more than 100 cavalry to meet Li Jingrui and his party, and when they reached the other side of the Wei River, they heard the sound of fighting here and rushed to hear the sound. Wei Jing used his cultivation as an eight-rank martial artist, locked the battle situation with his breath, shot arrows with a bow, and saved Li Jingrui at a critical moment.

At this time, hundreds of cavalrymen, some in armor and some in black and masked, were throwing hundreds of corpses into a large pit dug deep overnight.

Ling'er saw Xu Jianping walking out, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Xu Jianping and said angrily: "Xu Gongzi, just rest well when you wake up, if you do this again, this injury will never heal." ”

Xu Jianping didn't answer, stretched out his hand and pointed to Yan Xingyun, and Ling'er helped Xu Jianping and walked over.

"General Wei, Master Li" Xu Jianping shook off Ling'er's hand, put his hands on his chest, and bent down to make a bow.

"You are Xu Jianping, your body is fine" Wei Jing is dressed in light armor, with a dignified appearance, a pair of eyes that shoot cold stars, two curved eyebrows like blades, a long knife pinned to his waist, and a strong bow on his back, the only fly in the ointment is that there is a scar on his left cheek, from the jaw to the left ear. A person with a military background can step into the eighth grade, and he will die for a lifetime.

"Thanks to the general's concern, his subordinates are fine," Xu Jianping thanked him.

"Yesterday's details, Lord Li has already informed me, this assassination is obviously prepared, these are the pride of my Han soldiers, if my Han soldiers are like this, then there is no place in the world where my Han can go." Even though Wei Jing, who was accustomed to seeing battlefield battles, looked at Yan Xingyun's dead corpse last night, and was deeply shocked by it!

"After burying the bones, let's go to Beijing as soon as possible." Although Xu Jianping didn't know the identity of the group of people yesterday, those who dared to make a move at the feet of the Son of Heaven must not be simple, and the land of Kyoto was really dangerous.

Before everyone could speak, Xu Jianping walked to Yan Xingyun's corpse, held the corpse, took out the spear behind his back, put the corpse on the ground, and prepared to dig a pit on the spot.

"Brother Xu, let me come" At this time, the little man who practiced tricks with Xu Jianping yesterday also came over, and yesterday he stayed in the carriage to protect the ladies because he was injured, and he did not go to the battlefield, so he saved his life.

Thinking that the brothers who had come all the way were now the only ones left, I cried and lay on the ground with my hands to dig the dirt.

Li Jingrui found a pickaxe out of nowhere and walked over, and silently joined the ranks of digging pits.

A cool breeze blew, across the river, over the mountains, and across this small dense forest.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold......