The old monk was shocked when he saw the woman in white come in and the ability to fly the sword, and he was still thinking about why someone was willing to come out for this one-of-a-kind Ono Xiu, and immediately reacted.

This little monk of the first realm is naturally unable to kill ghosts, so there is definitely someone behind him to support him, and the person who really killed the female ghost is undoubtedly this person.

The old monk squinted at the white-clothed sword cultivator, wanting to see what kind of person he dared to confront him.

So the woman raised her sword, slightly to one side, and suddenly the sword aura was indulgent, and a white sword light flashed away.

When the old monk saw the woman take out the sword, he immediately sacrificed the treasure, which was a white jade waist plate carved with the words of the sage.

The sword light flashed, but he saw that the white jade waist card had not been damaged in any way. The old monk frowned slightly, because he found that the sword qi was not directed at him at all.

After a trace of doubt, he immediately reacted, and his face suddenly froze, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

The martial artist was the first to notice the abnormality, and quickly turned to look behind the old monk, and immediately opened his mouth wide, exclaiming: "Lord County Commander, why are there so many ravines in this wall of eating wild pings!" Yuan Xian Ling also quickly got up from his chair and turned to look, but saw that the walls and windows behind him were all as if they had been cut by a small knife, covered with dense small ravines, and one by one the scratches were colluded together, as if the walls were carved with calligraphy and paintings.

Yuan Xianling was surprised, he had only seen a woman with a sword before, why were there so many sword marks on the wall?

He couldn't think clearly, but when he looked at the old monk who was arrogant and domineering before, the old monk was as if he was frightened, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to make the slightest movement.

In fact, the subtlety of the woman's sword is absolutely impossible to see unless a well-informed monk is. Turning one sword into ten thousand swords is simply called me, but the old monk has heard that there is a person who can do it.

Naturally, it was the celebrity's Flying Fish Continent who was born with a sword fetus, Su Shu, and only her natal flying sword

"Green Silk", a sword is also a sword of ten million, and a sword qi also contains tens of millions of sword qi, so there is such a creation.

But the sword cultivator who is famous as Su Shu has already disappeared from the world for many years, and when he counts his age, he should be about the same size as this woman, and the old monk will inevitably not think much about it.

But as soon as he thought of this, he laughed at himself a little, after all, how could that woman be Su Shu, who could be regarded as an immortal among the monks, and let himself be so lucky to see it?

It should just be that this woman has other magical powers. But after the woman in white took out this sword, she looked at the old monk with her narrow phoenix eyes, and actually transmitted a message to him in the heart lake: "Don't be in a hurry to deny it, it's actually what you think." The old monk was struck by lightning, got up suddenly, looked at the woman in white in disbelief, and really frightened the people around him, and hurriedly sent his voice back: "Dare to ask the girl's surname?" The woman in white smiled back at him: "My surname is Su, my single name is the word Shu, the one of Sanshui Yijun." The old monk almost exclaimed, but was immediately interrupted by the woman in white: "Don't panic, I won't kill you, just tell you who I am." As long as you don't let anyone know who I am, you won't die. If you dare to say it, trust me, you will die quickly. The old monk's teeth began to chatter, and he asked carefully: "The killing of ghosts in Lucheng a few days ago was done by Miss Su?" The woman in white replied, "It's not me, it's someone else, you admit it." I just happened to be passing by today, and I can't get used to your style, so I'll teach you a little lesson. The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, since it was the Su girl who was born with a sword fetus, she naturally disdained to compete with a little monk like herself who had entered the earth with half of her body and had no future at all.

And what made him even more soothing was that Su Shu was not the backer of a vulgar man in that realm, otherwise, jealousy alone would have made him jealous to death.

Kong Xiong was also taken aback by the woman in white decisively drawing her sword, and when he went to look at the woman carefully, he saw that the woman was wearing a hat, and the white veil covered her face, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

He hurriedly thanked the woman, and said, "Thank you girl for taking out her sword and upholding justice for me." The woman didn't speak, the white dress waved, and then a white sword light flashed, and the person had disappeared, extremely chic, and saw that Yuan County Ling was amazed.

The old monk knew the identity of this mysterious female swordsman, and he didn't even dare to breathe before, and when the woman left, he didn't even dare to look at it more.

After the woman left, Yuan Xianling looked at this messy restaurant, and his mood was very complicated. If he hadn't protected Kong Xiong in words at that time, wouldn't he have to be blamed too?

He sighed, waved his sleeves, and said, "If it's like this, what else is there to continue eating?" Everyone is scattered, Daoist, you should also go back to the county, Lucheng is too small to keep your big Buddha. Although the words were extremely ugly, the old monk did not refute a word, got up directly, and left quickly.

Then Yuan Xian Ling looked at Kong Xiong and said apologetically: "Brother Kong, I can't help you." You are the hero of our Lucheng, you shouldn't have let you suffer this, but this old monk is really arrogant, and I really don't have anyone to fight against in Lucheng, and I have to rely on that swordsman to support you. But don't worry, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely go to the county to participate in him. Kong Xiong didn't say anything, but he was not in high spirits, frowned, and politely thanked him before leaving.

Kong Xiong was very disappointed, and after this farce, he was even more disappointed in people's hearts. Although Yuan County's order can be said to be good to him, the man always feels that something is missing in his heart, and it is that little thing that makes Kong Xiong feel uncomfortable.

The old monk humiliated himself, this matter is not a big deal, and it is not the first time that Kong Xiong has encountered this, what he cares about in his heart is not this, but what happened later.

Yuan Xian ordered to stop it, but the old monk was completely disdainful, and it was not until the nameless swordsman Lu saw that he was uneven and took out his sword and shocked the old monk, and the matter was settled.

The point he cares about is here. Why is it that the unjust things in the world cannot always be solved by good words and persuasion, and in the end, they have to be reasoned and talked about on the sword?

The man feels that this world is not quite right, good people are bullied, but people with bad hearts live better, it shouldn't be like this.

Stepping out of the restaurant with his front foot, the man immediately saw a green coat walking towards him, and after a closer look, it was Zuoqiu Xun.

Zuo Qiu Xun did not lift the sword, and changed out of the white robe, but wore a blue-green ordinary long dress, and at the same time put down his hair, and the thin white band that had been tied to her hair was also untied, and it was wrapped around her wrist at this time, which looked different from before.

Zuo Qiu Xun walked quickly to the man's side, looked at the hole on Shi Yeping that was broken by a sword, and asked Kong Xiong: "I feel the sword intent on this side of the city over there, there is a sword cultivator with a high realm here, what happened?" Kong Xiong looked at Zuo Qiu Xun suspiciously, shook his head and said, "Actually, it's nothing." Zuoqiu Xun squinted his eyes and said, "Are they bullying you?" Kong Xiong thought about it seriously before saying, "Yes, but fortunately, I met a sword cultivator on the way to draw his sword to help, so now there is nothing to do." Zuo Qiuxun looked at him and said, "It's okay." She then took out a small bag from her body, took out a small string of emerald green coins from it, handed it to Kong Xiong, and said, "I have worked hard for you a few days ago, and this little money will be regarded as your reward." Don't be too little, a hundred beads, you're definitely worth the price. The man's cheeks twitched.

A hundred beads, too little? It's not that the man hasn't used small bead money, but he really doesn't use it much.

Like the knife he used to show off before, it was only three hundred taels of silver, that is, three small beads, which cost him all his belongings, and the hundred small beads in front of him were so casually held in Zuoqiu Xun's hands, how could the man not be surprised?

However, Kong Xiong only looked at it slightly, and immediately shook his head resolutely and said, "Zuoqiu Sword Immortal, I can't ask for your money." This matter was originally your business, I involved you, and finally asked you to pay me money, what is the matter? I have a guilty conscience about this money, and I must not ask for it. Zuoqiu Xun smiled and said: "According to what you said, we have a good meeting, which is the fate of the world, and now we are about to separate, so we have to keep a thought." You don't want money, so what good do I want to give you? The man who had suffered humiliation in the restaurant before suddenly became stunned, thought about it for a long time, and even began to ooze fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Finally, he cautiously said, "Can you give me a strand of hair?" Zuoqiu Xun smiled brighter, and said with interest: "What do you want my hair to do?" Kong Xiong touched his head and said shyly: "Actually, when I saw you for the first time, I felt that you were the best-looking woman in the world, and I thought you were Xu Huaigu's family at that time, so I didn't dare to have any ideas." At this time, knowing your identity, I don't dare to think about it anymore. Although I know in my heart that there should be no more crossroads between us in the future, when I see you, I still think about these things from time to time, so if you are willing to give me a strand of hair, I can watch it from time to time, and I will be satisfied. Zuo Qiuxun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what if I don't want to?" Kong Xiong smiled bitterly: "I just beg the girl not to kill me with a sword." Zuo Qiuxun was silent, and Kong Xiong didn't dare to make a sound, but his eyes were full of hope.

She said: "I can't give you hair, I already have a sweetheart, I can't let him down no matter what, besides, we don't like this in sword cultivation." She thought for a long time, took out a snow-white dagger from her body, handed it to Kong Xiong, and said: "This dagger is my personal object in the early years, not a magic weapon, just an ordinary dagger, but it has a very important meaning to me, so I will give it to you today." Kong Xiong panicked and said, "It's too precious, how can this be done?" Zuo Qiuxun seemed a little impatient, and said: "I said that making is making, what so much nonsense." The things have also been sent, Xu Huaigu and Huang Shan are also ready, let's say goodbye, there will be a period later! As she spoke, a white sword landed beside her, and she leaped lightly.

The white sword received the order, and in a flash, it rushed into the sky, carrying an extremely long sword mark in the air, and then disappeared into the sky.

This wild cultivator of the first realm and the sword cultivator woman of the six realms met in Pingshui, and they separated. Kong Xiong watched the flying sword pass away from afar, and finally disappeared, never to be seen again.

The sun was a little dazzling, and his eyes hurt a little, so he finally stopped looking at the sky, but at the dagger that Zuoqiu Xun had left for him.

With tears in his eyes, he muttered to himself: "I know that the white-clothed sword cultivator who helped me break the siege is you, even if you change your blue clothes, but your white sword has not changed." As soon as these words fell, a woman's voice came to my ear: "How I don't know how to change the sword, it's just to leave you a clue." Kong Xiong panicked, looked around, but saw that the street under the restaurant, the traffic was busy, the voices were boiling, and Zuo Qiuxun's last sentence seemed to be in a dream.

On the horizon, the white sword carried the woman away, and in the cold wind that brushed his ears in the sword, it seemed to be mixed with a sentence.

"My generation of swordsmen never turn back; When you leave, you don't look back. ”