He's dead?

Just dead?

The people in the rivers and lakes of the three sects and nine streams only felt that a cold cold air rose from the soles of their feet, poured straight into their heads, frozen their brains and couldn't think, the second-grade old immortal who had been famous for a long time on Zhenwu Mountain died so simply?

There are still some people who can't believe it, but the scene in front of them, the sword qi that has not yet dispersed, the death qi that fills the air, and the headless corpse are all telling them.

That's what happened,

Naked facts!

The thief killed the second product with a sword,

A person who is at the peak, the second product of the fine channel method!

Xu Xian ignored the changing expressions of everyone in the audience at the moment,

One step at a time, one step on the water,

The long sword in his hand cracked inch by inch, and the moment the sword came out, the long sword was already broken, and it was all wrapped in the dead air, which pierced the head of the old Taoist, and he didn't know if there was such a sword in the world that could withstand the death breath of Senran.

The long pavilion behind him turned the corpse of the old Taoist into powder, melted into the water, and became muddy at the speed seen by the naked eye, and the corpse in the black water rose and fell, just like the Lechuan River under the nine shadows, setting off a gust of fishy wind.

After the old Taoist's small world was shattered,

Waist-deep water poured into the streets,

The mutilated corpse was washed at the feet of their former companions, and the corpse's hand grasped a man's calf at some point, and when he looked down, his rolling eyes seemed to question why the knife had fallen from the back.

Xu Xian walked forward on the bluestone empty-handed, the soles of his shoes made a snapping sound in the stagnant water, and the falling rain washed away the blood stains on his body.

100 zhang away,

Yan Shisan's ancient well Wubo's eyes rarely showed a ripple, I don't know why the sword just now gave him a very familiar feeling, it seemed to have some kind of inexplicable connection with himself, but when he thought about it, he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.

Candles lit up on the second floor of the street, and the figure of the young man was stretched for a long time......

But that thin body,

In their eyes, like the most terrifying beast in the world, the prey that had just finished shooting its teeth and claws was returning to its own territory and began to patrol the territory, and all the intruders would be torn apart by his claws.

Before I knew it, I walked into the middle of the long street,

Alone

No one dared to stop him!

On the house, the battle situation of the third grade has also come to an end, and the addition of Yan Thirteen has given them a lot of pressure, not to mention that the old immortals of the second rank who are like the sea god needle are all dead, and they have long lost the desire to continue.

There are sixteen people in the world,

Nine people were killed, and seven were seriously injured and retreated!

On the long street,

Xu Xian still walked unhurriedly,

"Youkai!"

"Youkai!"

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, with desperation, with horror, with fear of the unknown, that person went crazy, holding his head and running out of the town, the mood will be infectious, not to mention that everyone's psychological defense line has been completely defeated at this moment.

The crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, and Xu Xian stood in the crowd and watched quietly without making a move.

Because there's a man in black on the street,

Yan 13 made a move,

The battle just now was not happy enough, and the three products of Na Raushzi ran faster than a rabbit when he saw that the situation was wrong.

It's not enough fun!

Yan Thirteen's sword, also known as the Thirteen Swords of Death, has a murderous aura on the sword body, and the crowd of people is rushing in front of them, as long as they jump over this person now, they don't have to die.

The slight sound of the wind swirled between the beams and pillars, the sound of the rain falling on the bluestone and the sound of the rain falling softly, and the field fell into an eerie silence, and no one chose to make the first move, because everyone knew that the first person would die.

Yan Shisan's gaze crossed over the group of people in the rivers and lakes and fell on the one hundred and ten killers of the Bloody Clothes Building, this group of scattered people in the rivers and lakes who had lost their souls were boring to kill, and it was still better to kill someone stronger.

The two killers at the head of the Bloody Clothes Building glanced at each other, the fierce light in their eyes flashed, and they stepped forward.

Without any superfluous words,

The two leading killers jumped high, but it was not in the direction of Yan Shisan

Instead, they swiped backwards weirdly, like Yan Hui in the small fish and the flowers, facing Xu Xian's life, they knew that they couldn't beat Yan Thirteen in front of them, even if they did, it didn't make the slightest sense, it was better to sacrifice their lives.

Just bet that Xu Xian is exhausted,

Winning or losing is the same result, it's better to play a big one!

The knife is fast, cutting through the raindrops, cutting through the air,

In the astonished gaze of everyone, he slashed at the thin figure in the middle of the street.

Xu Xian is happy,

The person in this bloody cloak building really doesn't play cards according to common sense, but he doesn't have the meaning of dodging at his feet, he just stands quietly, even if he wants to, he can't move, all his skills have been used up, it's better to be free.

But Xu Xian didn't think he would die,

At the corner of the street, Yan Thirteen's sword stabbed out,

Every fall is an extremely tricky angle, those killers who have experienced countless life-and-death battles are full of loopholes in his eyes, the rainy night is dark and cold, and the sword light disappears without a trace, but in just two breaths, more than fifty killers fell to the ground.

Just when the knife just cut off the tip of the hair in front of Xu Xian's forehead,

Yan Thirteen's sword arrived, accurately piercing the heart of one of the leaders, the sword was pierced from in front of him, and there were traces of the sole of the boot slipping on the bluestone, Yan Thirteen held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, maintaining a posture of turning his waist on his knees.

looked up and faced Xu Xian,

Another knife was about to pierce him in the eye, but the man still didn't react, not even blinking an eyelid.

Yan Shisan's wrist flipped over, and the sword slashed through the killer's throat, blood flowed like an infusion, and there was a ho-ho sound in his mouth, but he couldn't speak, and the whole person fell forward and fell into the stagnant water, and the splashing rain wet the corners of the man's clothes.

The man didn't move a little from start to finish.

Yan Shisan glanced at Xu Xian deeply, did not speak but went straight back, because the person had not finished killing, he had a lot of questions in his heart, but he liked to finish the things in his hand and ask slowly.

After a cup of tea,

There are no more people panting in the entire long street, all the three products have already left, and the people under him are like a crumbling dog, naturally without any strength to resist.

There was faint blood oozing out of the soles of Yan Thirteen's boots.

"I want to learn from your sword!"

Yan Shisan wiped the blood-dripping long sword with his cuff and looked at Xu Xian expressionlessly.

"Yes!"

Xu Xian smiled and didn't care about Yan Shisan's cold tone, because he was originally such a person, a sword idiot, a pure sword user.

Such a person has met the sword move that suits him best,

It should be done.

"I'll follow you in the future, waiting for your next sword. ”

Before he could answer, Yan Shisan put his sword into the sheath and stood quietly by Xu Xian's side.

"Well, I'm sure that day will come soon. ”

Xu Xian looked at the cooldown time of that month and said softly, but he already knew in his heart that Yan Shisan had not yet met that fateful enemy at this time, and naturally he had never comprehended Sword Fifteen.

I hope so,

I wish I could change his fate,

When Sword Fifteen came out of the sword, it was a sword with death and no life, and I hope that he can control this sword in the future and be above death.

Xu Xian knew that whether it was Ximen Blowing Snow or Ye Gucheng or Yan Shisan, they were all swordsmen who had reached the top of the world, and if there was no opponent in that world, there would naturally be no possibility of going further.

But this world is different,

Sanpin is far from the end!

He's looking forward to it,

Looking forward to the demeanor of Ximen blowing snow and smiling sword gods;

Looking forward to Ye Gucheng changing back into white clothes, dust-free, free and easy among the white clouds;

Looking forward to Yan Thirteen using the sword fifteen, the magnificence of heaven and earth.