Half of the golden bridge separates a buffer zone between Su Wen and students from all over the world.

Su Wen stood at the head of the broken bridge, the three calamities of karma fire in his hand were still spitting out scorching firelight, reflecting the indifference on his face.

The literati students who arrived one after another stood in the dark river, their eyes flashing with fear and uncertainty, but they loomed in the dim light.

One tall and one short, one bright and one dark.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Especially after seeing Su Wen's swordsmanship, many literati couldn't help but retreat a few feet back again, and everyone was crowded and blocked in the middle of the river, looking chaotic.

"He only has one person and a sword, what are you afraid of?

"That's a nice thing to say, you can do what kind of hero you are hiding behind?"

"What about the brothers of the martial arts, you also have swords in your hands, so you should take the lead!"

"Hey, did you think of us at this time? Didn't you literati all look above the top when you were lost in the swamp before, and think that we were following to pick up the bargain?"

"Nonsense! If you can use your position and talent here, where will you be able to get your turn?"

"What do you say! Do you dare to say it again!"

"What, do you still want to do it here?

Come on, who's afraid of whom......"

All of a sudden, the entire dark river was filled with the-for-tat voices of students from all over the world, Su Wen stood at the head of the bridge, watching this scene, and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

Such a rabble is the mainstay of the human world today?

Where is there still the style of the literati. Where is the cultivation of students?

Not at all different from a shrew who scolds the street!

After a long scolding battle, an academician with considerable prestige in the Wushuang Academy finally came. This person's name is Xiahou Xun, although his literary position is not high. But as a martial artist of the older generation, a set of sword techniques made it superb, and as soon as he arrived, those martial artists in the field were silenced one after another, and they no longer dared to speak.

Seeing this, several excited literati thought that the other party had given in, where would they let go of such an opportunity, and immediately raised their voices: "What, you can't speak? You martial artists are really soft." You only dare to hide behind anything, I see, if you continue like this, it will only be a matter of time before your martial kingdom will perish!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the man suddenly saw a sword light fall from his eyes, easily leaving a thin blood mark on his neck.

The sword light was bright, and the entire river was illuminated brightly, and the powerful sword intent oppressed the water under everyone's feet, splashing in all directions, surging towards both sides of the river like a frightened bird.

Suddenly there was a dead silence in the entire river. Only the sound of the rushing water could be heard.

The next moment, the boy who had picked up a life from the moment of life and death suddenly exclaimed: "Ahhh

Xiahou Xun turned around, looked at him with a pair of cold black eyes, and said, "My name is Xiahou Xun." Academician of Wushuang Academy, if you are not convinced, I am willing to accompany you here to share a life and death. ”

Hear Xiahou Xun's name. The young man's face suddenly tightened, but he seemed to be sure that the other party would never dare to make a move here. So he gritted his teeth and raised his neck, and continued to shout: "What. Is that the people of the Peerless Academy so amazing......?

Before the young man finished speaking, another piece of sword light fell, but immediately after that, there was also the young man's head and the blood that gushed out.

No one in the audience screamed, and no one expressed anger, as if at this moment, everyone was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Xiahou Xun drew his hand back to the knife, didn't look at the corpse that fell in the river, and turned to the group of warriors in the field and said: "All the people of the martial kingdom will come out to capture the thief with me!"

After saying this, Xiahou Xun stepped on the water, and soon came to the front of the entire team, and then raised his head and looked at Su Wen, who was standing proudly at the bridge.

"You're Su Wen?"

When he saw Xiahou Xun take out the knife for the first time, Su Wen had already squinted his eyes slightly, and secretly said pity in his heart, but until this time, until Xiahou Xun came to him, he didn't say a word.

didn't even answer Xiahou Xun's boring question.

The reason is simple.

Because Xiahou Xun at this time has not yet walked the golden line.

Xiahou Xun caught up from behind, so naturally he didn't hear what Su Wen said before, or even if he heard it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

After all, he is already a long-established sword master in the martial arts, but what about Su Wen?

In Xiahou Xun's eyes, although the long sword in Su Wen's hand did not look extraordinary, no matter how good the sword was, it was useless in the hands of a literati.

Even if the other party really learned a few sword moves by chance, what is the use?

Seeing that Su Wen was silent, Xiahou Xun didn't say anything more to him, and directly raised the snow knife in his hand, and then jumped up, stepped on the water, and the blade rolled up a three-foot water curtain and rushed towards the bridgehead where Su Wen was.

At the same time, the sword in Su Wen's hand finally moved, or more precisely, in the eyes of everyone, Su Wen suddenly took on a very strange posture.

He withdrew his sword to his waist and sank down.

It was like being shocked by Xiahou Xun, a sword master, and gave up the opportunity to fight with him.

But if there are people who have seen Su Wen's swordsmanship, or people who have studied swordsmanship, they will definitely recognize it at this time, this is actually the starting style of the sacrificial sword!

It's a pity that what Xiahou Xun is doing is the way of swords, and this is also the first time Xiahou Xun has seen Su Wen, and even the first time he knows that Su Wen can also do swordsmanship, so he relaxed his vigilance.

He believes that his knife is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser.

In fact, not only Xiahou Xun thought so, but others also thought so, so after Xiahou Xun, several figures broke through the sky, most of these people were holding a long sword in their hands, and all of them were from the martial arts!

However, Su Wen's gaze didn't look at those so-called swordsmen and swordsmen at all, but looked at Xiahou Xun with all his attention, because he knew that this was the most powerful enemy he was about to face.

Because Yan Bei said that the sacrificial sword can only be used once in a battle.

Rise from the ashes.

So in the next moment, the three calamities of karma in Su Wen's hand began to pull out of his waist at a seemingly very slow speed, and then at an extremely strange angle, he slashed a fire-colored arc in the air, accurately and ruthlessly stabbing into the water curtain three feet ago.

Faintly, there was a sound of sword groaning in the air, and then the long swords in the hands of those warriors also trembled rapidly.

After a breath, the water curtain shattered, the fire lotus opened, and the snow knife in Xiahou Xun's hand shattered inch by inch, and along with his wrist, it was slashed into the water, and Xiahou Xun fell from the air in horror, and his body was pierced by several sharp swords behind him, and blood rained down.

Su Wen, on the other hand, stood calmly and calmly, and kindly reminded a swordsman who was half a step behind: "You are about to cross the line." ”

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