"There are really few people who can match my Cloud Breaking Sword, who are you?" The red-haired man's voice became a little low, suppressing his anger and doubts!

"Cloud Breaking Sword?" The corners of the young man's mouth rose, and he actually laughed contemptuously, "It's just a broken sword made of scrap copper and rotten iron, but it's too embarrassed to show off?" Let's put it away! ”

"Oh? Is it? That sounds like a lot of noise, so I'll have to see how powerful your sword really is! Before he could finish speaking, he struck at the boy with a single lunge.

The cloud-breaking sword instantly formed a mist-like vortex, which was formed by the sword qi with the convergence of the sword holder's internal force, the young man still didn't look up, and when Jielan saw the sword qi approaching him, he couldn't help but shout worriedly: "Be careful!" ”

Only the dull sound of the sword piercing into the flesh was heard, then the crisp sound of blood dripping to the ground, and finally the smug mockery.

Jielan looked at the young man who was pierced by the Cloud Breaking Sword through his right arm, and was so shocked that she couldn't make a sound, just watched his pale face freeze and become cold in the night.

"It seems that he is just an arrogant boy!"

"Really?" The voice was a little tired, the young man slowly raised his head, poked out his left hand, I don't know when the rusty dagger had reached his left hand, he flicked his left hand, and the dagger stabbed at Kongjing's abdomen.

At such a close distance, Ren Kongjing reflected how sensitive, but he was never able to escape, the dagger passed through his abdomen, and it actually returned to the young man's hand, "Hey, if you don't get close to you like this, how can you be seriously injured enough, give an explanation for me, the guests!" ”

Kongjing clutched his abdomen, the pain preventing him from moving, and when the soldiers saw this, they hurriedly ordered the Holy Spirit Dogs to attack them.

The young man walked up to Jielan, grabbed her with his left hand, jumped on the railing, and jumped down towards the ground floor, he looked back at Kong Jing, and only said, "Tell you again!" The old man lied to you, your sword is nothing more than a piece of scrap metal for him. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the stack.

Kong Jing looked in the direction where the boy disappeared, and kept asking himself, who is this person? Why is it here? Why take the Blue Devils?

Everything is unanswerable!

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The moonlight poured through the thin mist into the deep dense forest, and the damp and cold feeling of the forest enveloped the surroundings, making people feel lonely, helpless, and afraid.

But beside this young man, Jielan had a sense of security for the first time, although both of them were covered in bruises, and they couldn't afford to fight and flee anymore, but their hearts that had been empty for a long time were full, warm, and had a trace of warmth.

The young man helped Jielan to the foot of a locust tree, his pierced hand still bleeding, but he did not snort, but endured it silently, as if the wound was of no use to him.

The two sat under the locust tree, leaning against the tree, gasping, and when they breathed in the fresh air of the forest, Jielan forgot about the bloody battle just now.

She looked at the lame young man beside her and wondered, "I didn't expect you to have such good swordsmanship skills, why do you become a shopkeeper here?" ”

The young man's face was still expressionless, "First of all, I am the owner of this shop, not the second shop!" ”

Jielan's face turned a little red, and she hummed to express her apology.

"You can ask me that question, but I won't necessarily answer you."

He took off the turban that covered the top of his head, brushed his loose hair behind his ears, revealing a face he had never seen before, it was a clear face, glowing white in the faint moonlight, the eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temples were heroic and sad, the deep and dark pupils were like the sea in the middle of the night, reflecting the brilliance of the stars, and there was a red brand on his left forehead, which seemed to be injured by some sword, which made his whole person become heavy and vicissitudes.

He must be someone who has a painful past like himself!