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At the foot of Qinglan Mountain, there is a small town, named Qinglan Town.

Qinglan Town is the only town under Qinglan Mountain, and almost all people who enter and exit Qinglan Mountain have to pass through.

Chu Duan walked down Qinglan Mountain with some dry food and water, and when he came to Qinglan Town, it was already past noon, he found a small shop to eat a bowl of beef noodles, and after a short rest, he left Qinglan Town and headed towards Kaiyang City.

Kaiyang City is not particularly far from Qinglan Town, as long as you follow a road all the way, you can reach it in about two days.

Chu Duan didn't use any means of transportation, hiking, it was also a kind of practice, not to mention, grandpa's birthday, a few days later, there was still time.

What Chu Duan didn't know was that from the moment he entered Qinglan Town, there were a pair of eyes secretly staring at him, spreading news to each other, and not long after Chu Duan left Qinglan Town, some people followed him with swords.

The sun was setting, the sunset was dyeing half of the sky red, and Chu Duan had already left Qinglan Town, quite far away.

Tonight, I'm going to have to sleep in the wilderness.

Unconsciously, the sky was dark, Chu Duan walked to the side of the road, there were a few rocks, he was going to be here, he would spend the night, and continue to hurry tomorrow morning.

Eating jerky and drinking water, Chu Dui made a move, and when he looked at the road when he came and went, three figures appeared, speeding up and leaping, which made Chu Duan know that he was coming for himself.

"Hehe, finally caught up. ”

The three of them spread out to form a triangle to surround Chu Duan, one was a middle-aged man with a strong body, this kind of early winter, only wearing short-sleeved strong clothes, muscles bulging out like rocks, and carrying a sword on his back.

One was a short, pointy-beaked monkey-cheeked middle-aged man with triangular eyes and a sinister look, with two short swords hanging from his waist.

The third is a middle-aged man who looks very ordinary, without any protrusions, and is carrying a very ordinary sword with an expressionless face, but it is him, which makes Chu Duan feel a trace of danger.

"What's the matter with the three of you?" Chu Duan quietly put down the jerky, glanced at the Hundred Refining Sword resting next to him, and said lightly. His qi observation technique couldn't see through the cultivation of the three people, which meant that their sword qi cultivation was above Chu Duan.

"Nothing serious. The strong man grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and his eyes flashed with a strange essence: "I want to borrow something from you." ”

"What is it?" Chu Duan followed the other party's words, and suddenly threw the jerky at the ordinary middle-aged man with one hand, and grabbed the Hundred Refining Sword with the other, and unsheathed it with a sonorous sound, and the light of the Xue Liang sword shone on the darkness like electric light. A sword, with an incomparably sharp and fast attitude, stabbed at the big man like a fierce wind.

Before the last two words of "borrow your ......" came out, the big Han swordsman was taken aback by Chu Duan's movements, which was completely unexpected, the sword light was dazzling, making him squint subconsciously, and at the same time slammed on the ground, quickly retreated, and held the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

Pulled out, cut down, a big sword, the mountain cracked the stone strong wind howling, the powerful air pressure rolling, instantly showed the rich combat experience and adaptability of this big Han swordsman.

At the same time, the ordinary middle-aged man drew his sword, the sword speed was extremely fast, and he slashed through an arc of light, cutting through the jerky, and a light cyan sword qi shot through the air towards Chu Duan.

The short middle-aged man crossed his hands and pulled out the short sword, almost close to the ground, silently and quickly, the short sword was sharp, flashing with a sharp light, and stabbed at Chu Duan's feet.

Upper, middle and lower, tripartite cooperation, extremely skillful, amazingly powerful.

But I saw Chu Duan performing the method of swimming in the wind, as if his weightless figure was flying, and the stabbed Hundred Refining Sword lightly knocked on the big sword, the sword body shook the big sword away, and the body moved to the side with the force, crossing an arc, avoiding the attack of the sword qi and the short middle-aged man. ...,

Turning, like the return of the swallow, a sword cross-cutting, extremely beautiful, deep hidden killing machine.

Dahan's eyes were full of horror, and he desperately tried to dodge, but he was still a little slower, and with a snort, Chu Duan's sword slashed through Dahan's neck, and blood was like a fountain.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Duan's figure was light and fluttering, and a sword was like the wind, stabbing at the short middle-aged man, the speed was too fast, making the short middle-aged man face full of horror, and hurriedly waved two short swords, which were impermeable, and he retreated desperately.

The ordinary middle-aged man was shocked, and he used a killing move, and the sword shadows in the sky swept like a violent wind, enveloping Chu Dusk.

Intermediate Swordsmanship: Wind Sword Killing Move - Wind Kill!

Chu Dui's sword style turned, and the breeze unleashed chaotically, under the artistic conception of the second wind, the power of the breeze was not inferior to the ordinary mid-level killing moves, and the Sen Han killing machine collided with the sword shadow in the sky to cancel out.

Chu Duan swiped forward with his left hand and fingers, and the sword qi broke through the air and slashed out, killing the short middle-aged man.

"Damn, where is this a new inner disciple of the Sword Sect. The short middle-aged man scolded angrily, and the short sword was swung again and again, blocking Chu Duan's sword qi, and counterattacked. I saw him stabbing out of the cross with the sword in both hands, his body soared into the air, turning at high speed, rushing towards Chu Duan like an electric drill, and all around his body, the air was torn and strangled to messy and broken, extremely sharp, and dust and smoke were flying.

The air intensified the flow, Chu Duan's right foot was on his left foot, and he used the method of swimming in the wind, fluttering to the side along the air current, and there were white clouds flying in his eyes, the artistic conception of the clouds, shocking the clouds!

"This guy is so difficult!" The ordinary middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he once again performed a killing move: Wind Kill!

The killing moves collided, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, cutting in the air, making a snorting sound, making the scalp tingle, Chu Duan took the opportunity to retreat, avoiding the wind to kill, and a strong wind appeared out of thin air around his body, roaring.

"Breeze lore!"

Under the artistic conception of Erchengfeng, the power of Qingfeng lore doubled, and the light cyan wind blade more than one meter long flew out with Chu Duan's slash, killing the short middle-aged man.

"No, ......" The short middle-aged man was extremely panicked, and his two swords were swung again and again, surrounded by sword qi, trying to block the wind blade.

With a thud, the sword qi was defeated, the double swords were knocked away, and the wind blade cut off the two small arms of the short middle-aged man, and at the last of all, he was slashed at his neck, cut off, his head flew high, the broken place squirmed, and the blood was like a fountain.

The square middle-aged man was so frightened that his soul was scattered, and the two sword qi were released to kill Chu Duan, while he withdrew and flew back, running wildly as if he was dead, intending to flee here.

"Since you are here, go down and accompany your companions. Chu Duan's eyes were fierce, and he let out a low shout, and he exerted all his strength in the middle of the wind, avoiding the cross-sword qi, and shot out like a gale.

The murderous intent behind him made the middle-aged man pale, full of horror, and terrified.

He never thought that the guy who originally thought he was the prey would turn into a hunter and kill his two companions who had cooperated for many years in a short period of time, such strength was not something he could provoke at all.

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man's sword qi poured into his feet, used his body technique, and ran away, but Chu Duan's body technique was more clever than him, and his speed was faster, and he quickly closed the distance.

The sword qi was released and slashed out, and the middle-aged man didn't have time to dodge at all, he only felt a pain in his calf, blood spurted, and he almost fell forward, and with a whoosh, a figure passed by, and his neck was cold, and a sword was on his neck.

The middle-aged man's face was full of horror, his eyes were full of horror, his face was pale and blue, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Why do you want to kill me?" staring at the middle-aged man's eyes, the murderous intent was fierce, and Chu Duan's voice was as cold as the north wind of the cold winter moon: "Say." ”

"I ...... I said, you can't kill me. The middle-aged man held back the sharp pain in his leg and said tremblingly.

"Don't say it, I'll cut three hundred and sixty swords on your body, so that you can slowly experience the feeling of death approaching. Chu Duan's voice was even colder, murderous.

The middle-aged man seemed to imagine that kind of scene, his face turned even paler, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Yes...... It's Qinglan...... The Qinglan Sword Sect came to us to make a move...... said that he wanted to kill a new inner disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and there was a portrait ...... "The middle-aged man is almost crying, this Qinglan Sword Sect, Tai Nima's pit father."

"Qinglan Sword Sect ......," Chu Duan groaned slightly.

"You...... You can't kill me...... I am ......" The middle-aged man seemed to be aware of Chu Duan's killing intent, but before he finished speaking, Chu Duan's sword had already pierced his throat, making him stare at his eyes with endless unwillingness, spit blood foaming at his mouth, and fell down softly.