Ying Yue looked at the little girl with her head upturned and a confident face, and then looked at Song Qian, who was playing ermine, and then smiled a little suddenly.

No wonder, no wonder his husband has such a bad taste to fool a daughter, it turns out to be Zhong Ling, a little girl, who has some similarities with Song Qian when she was a girl.

Smart and lively, full of vitality, she also likes such a daughter.

As they spoke, the battle in the distance in mid-air was nearing its end.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that when Yan Shisan did not use the fifteenth sword, Murong Fu had been completely suppressed, and it was only a matter of time before he was completely defeated.

"This Murong Gongzi has a good strength, and what he has learned is quite miscellaneous, but after all, he is not good enough, and he is a little inadequate in the face of a top kendo powerhouse like Yan Shisan!"

Song Xuan commented: "But this person's talent is indeed good, and he is still young, if someone gives him guidance, his future achievements may not be worse than Yan Shisan." ”

Invite Yue seemed to smile, "Husband, is this a cherished talent?" ”

She said it more tactfully, as a wife, she knew very well that her husband was thinking about flickering again at the moment.

Compared with Yan Shisan, who was bent on pursuing martial arts and didn't care about anything else, Murong Fu was ambitious, and he pursued worldly power and fame, and such a person was more suitable for recruiting income to serve under his command.

Xuanyiwei, nearly half of the combat power is actually recruited from the people, as a commander, meeting the right person to be included in the Xuanyiwei system, this is one of the powers and responsibilities of the commander!

Song Xuan nodded, he did have the intention of soliciting.

Although Murong Fu was classified as a villain in the Tianlong plot, in fact, this person only had a different position, and was forced to move forward step by step by the mission of the Murong family.

For people in the rivers and lakes, Murong Fu, a person who wants to have a career and can even abandon love and friendship for the sake of his career, is not suitable for friendship.

But for Song Xuan, this kind of master who has ambition and the pursuit of a good face and a name is the most suitable to become a member of Xuanyiwei.

In the distance, Yan 13 used the fourteenth sword.

Whew!

A blood mark appeared on Murong Fu's cheek, his body trembled and flew out upside down, his arm trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand anymore.

Shout!

Not far away, thousands of cold stars appeared, and after defeating Murong Fu with one sword, Yan Shisan's sword momentum did not stop, but became more aggressive, and the sharp whistle sounded a great blow!

For a person like Yan Shisan, life has no value in his eyes.

Murong Fu didn't even have the qualifications to let him use the fifteenth sword, such a person, if he died, he would die, and he couldn't cause the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

Looking at the cold stars in the sky converging into one point, and suddenly came to his eyes, Murong Fu was horrified, with a look of despair and unwillingness!

Why was the throne of the Duan clan of Dali retained, and the throne of the Yan king of the Murong clan of his Gusu disappeared in the long river of history?

The family's great cause was not accomplished, so he died like this, he was unwilling!

Airplanes~~

In Murong Fu's desperate vision, Yan Shisan's long sword with a dead aura stopped inexplicably when it was only an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

He blinked blankly, and then saw that at some point, the irresistible life-killing sword in his eyes was being gently clamped by two fingers.

There was a faint fluorescent entanglement on the slender fingers, without the slightest power emanating, but it was so easy to block Yan Thirteen's fourteenth sword, no matter how the sword qi on the long sword roared, it couldn't move an inch at all.

"Bell!"

Song Xuan flicked his fingers on the sword, and the life-killing sword made a metallic roar, Yan Shisan's complexion changed, and even the person with the sword flew out upside down, flying upside down for seven or eight miles, before landing on a mountain.

Being defeated by someone with one finger, Yan Shisan was not the slightest surprised, it seemed that from the beginning, he knew how terrifying Song Xuan's strength was.

"You want to protect him?"

Song Xuan's head said: "Sort of!" ”

Yan 13: "Can I know why?" ”

Song Xuan smiled: "Are you sure you want to know?" ”

Yan Shisan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Forget it, I don't know!" ”

Whether Murong Fu is dead or alive, Yan Shisan doesn't care at all, he himself may die under his own sword one day, and where can he care about the life and death of others.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists and saluted, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Yan Thirteen, please advise!" ”

Song Xuan looked at Yan Thirteen.

Yan Shisan was dressed in a black robe, his long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and at a glance, the other party's whole person seemed to be a black shadow.

Yan Shisan likes black, black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death, and black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.

At this moment, the cold wind is bleak, and the sunset is full of sky.

At this time, Yan Shisan, after clasping his fists and saluting, the whole person seemed to have dissolved with the ink color of the earth.

Because he's too quiet.

Because he's too cold.

A kind of indifference and tiredness that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but with a murderous aura.

He was tired, perhaps simply because he had killed too many people, some of whom he shouldn't have killed.

He kills because he never had a choice.

The path he took was either for him to kill others, or for him to be killed by others.

Today, Yan Shisan stared at Song Xuan, who was wearing a Confucian robe on the opposite side, and had a faint understanding in his heart.

He has killed people all his life, and today may be the moment when he is killed.

He knew very well that as long as he moved, he would probably not survive, but he had no intention of retreating, because from the beginning he came to this Drum Mountain, he was in order to fight a decisive battle with the person in front of him.

Whether it was Gu Mozhi or Murong Fu just now, he was just building up momentum in advance for the decisive battle at this moment.

Song Xuan looked at him quietly, "You've been here since the beginning, and the target is me, right?" ”

Yan Shisan didn't deny it, nodded and said, "There is something wrong with my kendo path, but I don't know what the problem is.

Therefore, I need to fight with the Great Grandmaster to confirm where there is a deviation in my martial arts. ”

Song Xuan smiled, he didn't ask how the other party found his traces.

At the beginning, there were not a few people who watched the battle with the sweeping monks outside Juxian Village, and Song Xuan and the others did not specifically hide their whereabouts, if Yan Shisan had a heart, he would naturally have a way to find the traces of their group.

At this time, he asked Yan Shisan a word.

"Have you figured it out? After this war, even if I don't kill you, you won't survive! ”

A rare smile appeared between Yan Shisan's indifferent expressions, "I know my own situation very well, since I comprehended the fifteenth sword, I can clearly feel that Shouyuan is constantly passing.

Even if you refrain from using the sword, it is nothing more than living for half a year.

That being the case, I'd rather die under the sword of you, the Great Grandmaster! ”