"Originally, I wanted to wait for the Jiangshan Society to fight with you again, at that time, tens of millions of people were there, and the world witnessed that I would defeat you in front of everyone, so that the whole world could see the sword light of the Nanshan hills. ”

Baili Duanjiang raised his sword in front of him, and said coldly: "But at this moment, since you have come here with a sword and commented on my sword in vain, then no matter what, this battle tonight is inevitable." ”

When he said these words, he lifted the sword in his hand slightly and aimed it at Ah Diao, the sword was as cold as autumn water, with a chilling murderous aura and fighting intent.

And, the pride of the boy from beginning to end.

Ah Diao just chuckled, and the expression on his face was uninhibited, as if he didn't take the words of Baili Broken River to heart at all.

He tilted his head and took a sip of wine, then tied the crimson gourd back to his waist.

No one noticed that his eyes, which had always been hidden under the hat, were more serious than ever, clear and transparent, clean as if there was no impurity.

He carried the ancient knife, which was still not unsheathed, but the humming sound was clearer.

It seems to be responding to the sword intent of the hundred miles of broken river.

Ah Diao shook the ancient knife and said with a smile: "Your measurement is too small, just because you lost the battle with me, you can remember it for so long, and you want to find a place under my knife all day long." Could it be that in your world, you can't allow your peers to be better than you?

Baili Duanjiang quickly said: "I came down the mountain, representing the will of the Nanshan hills. So it's not that I can't lose, it's that Nanshan Kendo can't lose. ”

Diao rolled her eyes and snorted.

Baili Duanjiang didn't want to say more, the sword intent had reached its peak, and he couldn't wait, he finally said: "Draw the sword." ”

Diao clasped the scabbard tightly, without any intention of drawing the knife.

He set out from the uninhabited valley and came to this deep forest just to find the root of that terrifying sword intent, not to find a fight.

Although he is not afraid of a hundred miles of broken rivers, it is always a trouble.

If you lose, not only will you not look good, but you may also be forced to leave Jiangshan Shejitu and lose the qualification to compete for the top spot on the Xuanwu list.

Although this possibility seems very small to him.

Even though the sword intent of Baili Duanjiang was much stronger than when I first met, he also practiced the sword hard in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, swinging the sword 20,000 times a day, and the sword momentum was incomparable.

So if there is a real fight, there is a high probability that he will still win.

But if he wins, this descendant of the Sword Saint from the Nanshan Hills is only afraid that he will hold grudges even more, and he will have a long way to go in the future, and he may not be able to keep sticking to him, and he wants to challenge the sword all day long.

Ah Diao has been debauched and loves freedom all his life, how can he be bound by a sword?

So in the middle of the night in the forest, in the face of the peak sword intent of the Baili Broken River, he just smiled, ready to continue to say some scenes, and after a little perfunctory sentence, he planned to leave here.

But Baili Duanjiang didn't want to give him a chance to speak again.

Before the sword lifted itself, the sword intent was pervasive, and it began to flicker in the shadows, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the sky above Ah Diao's head.

The sword light bloomed silently, illuminating the entire deep forest.

Although the sword momentum is large, the sword qi is not so sharp.

This sword is not to be killed, but to force Diao to do it.

Ah Diao lowered his head at this time, and his left hand pressed the hat on top of his head, pressing down slightly to prevent it from being blown away by the cold wind brought by the sword qi.

The eyes under the hat suddenly turned cold, and two bundles of sword qi quietly rose from the depths of the pupils.

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and his face grew wild, revealing a hint of rebellion.

The moment the sword intent struck, he was not in a hurry, the thumb of his right hand raised the hilt of the knife, and the other four fingers pushed the scabbard down, revealing an extremely narrow edge under the blade of the ancient knife.

The edge was slightly revealed, and the sword qi that had been restrained for a long time was quickly released.

The sword qi came out from the edge of the knife, diffusing between the fingers, rolling up a layer of overwhelming might.

As soon as the sword qi started, Qingzhi and Xiaoru in the wooden house closed the window door halfway, and they stared at Ah Diao, who seemed to be a different person, only to know that he might really have the strength to defeat the Baili Broken River.

The two little girls looked at each other, and there was a glimmer of disbelief in their eyes at the same time.

The ruthless fairy took a few steps back to the wooden house, slightly avoiding the edge of the sword qi, she couldn't see Ah Diao's eyes clearly, but she could feel the pride and battle intent that suddenly surged in the other party's eyes.

The boy didn't want to fight, but he wasn't afraid to fight.

When the blade was slightly exposed, the fighting spirit he showed was even stronger than that of the Baili Broken River.

Since Kunlun City has experienced life and death, and has turned thousands of times in the world, Ah Diao is alone, rising in the grass and breaking through the world, how can he ever be afraid?

He's just a little afraid of trouble.

Some troubles can be avoided, but if they can't be avoided, and even someone is deliberately looking for trouble, he doesn't mind cutting through the mess quickly.

The flames in front of the campfire faltered in the middle of the night, with an orange glow.

It's just that at this moment, it has long been covered by swords and swords.

That sword qi didn't deliberately block the provocative sword intent, but just hovered over Ah Diao's head, waiting for the sword intent to come.

The ancient knife hummed endlessly, and it was eager to fight.

Eager to fight with the sword intent of the hills of Nanshan again.

Before the sword collided, all the sword momentum in Baili Duanjiang's body had been gathered between his fingers, and when Ah Diao's blade was exhausted, he would smash the ancient knife with the strongest sword path now.

Diao's right hand is squared between the scabbard and the hilt, and the fingers are very strong, and he is ready to draw the knife at any time.

The next moment, the sword was divided with a touch, and the hundred miles of broken river followed the sword, and the sword intent rose again, but it was no longer just a temptation, but it had become a killing trend.

The sword was not in his hand, it only hung in the air in the dark night, like a stream flowing slowly, with a bit of cold light of righteousness and slaughter.

Baili Duanjiang spoke again, repeating those two words: "Draw the sword!"

As soon as the words fell, countless sharp sword qi came out of his mouth and merged into the stream, and the stream, which was originally flowing slowly, suddenly began to surge, murderous, like a big river turbulent, rolling up a white wave and sweeping towards Ah Diao.

Diao finally raised his head, and the hat above his head cast a dark shadow under his eyes, obscuring his eyes.

But he couldn't hide the knife aura in his eyes.

And a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

His left hand no longer pressed the hat, but took the black and gold scabbard, and the five fingers of his right hand converged on the hilt, with a slight force, and then pulled out the ancient knife.

As soon as the ancient knife came out, there was no longer night in the deep forest.

A snow-white sword light came out from under the knife, along the bonfire in front of the wooden house, towards every ancient tree in the forest, every bush, and even in the gap between the trees.

Everything was illuminated by the light of the sword.

Including the Baili Broken River.

and the stream of sword intent.

Ah Diao stood the scabbard in front of him, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, stroked the blade with his left hand, and when the sword intent came, he took a step forward and drew the knife directly.

Swing the knife 20,000 times a day.

Even in that uninhabited valley, he never stopped practicing his sword.

It's just that he was only busy with his journey before tonight, so today's goal has not been accomplished.

So as soon as the knife came out, he condensed and said, "The first knife!"

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