A cold whistle suddenly sounded, and an inky scimitar flew quickly towards the place where the two were fighting, and then landed smoothly in the hands of the Huns.

The Hun lowered his head and stroked the scimitar in his hand, as if soothing a rare treasure, and he gently stroked and wiped it, not daring to exceed the slightest and disrespect.

Lin Xu looked at this Hun in surprise, but he didn't expect that the last hole card of this Hun was actually a scimitar, Lin Xu thought it was still some kind of unpredictable weird and evil art?

The mirror-like blade is cold-cooled, and there is a little cold light condensed in the middle of the high burning blade on the edge of the blade, which seems to flow constantly, which adds to the sharp coolness, which is a good knife.

Lin Xu put away the complaints and ridicule of the Huns in his heart, this scimitar is extraordinary at first glance, and the quality may still be above Lin Xu's dawn, this time it may really be a little troublesome.

Lin Xu stared at the Huns' ink-colored scimitar and said slowly, "What kind of knife is this?"

"This is my saber!"

As if he hadn't heard Lin Xu's question, the Hun was still gently stroking the ink-colored scimitar with his left hand.

Lin Xu raised his eyebrows, his face was a little displeased, and the ridicule that had just been extinguished in his heart came to his heart like a tide: "Of course Lao Tzu knows that this is your saber, and the old man wants to know what kind of knife this is?"

Ridicule is ridicule, Lin Xu can only abuse in his heart, the Huns are not taking care of themselves, and Lin Xu no longer speaks.

At this time, the Huns finally raised their heads again, and looked at Lin Xu with their eyes like eagles: "For this knife, I could have made a lot of effort to feed it with blood, so that it has become a sharp weapon of murder from an ordinary scimitar." ”

Hearing the words of the Huns, Qian Yuan next to him turned pale, as if he remembered some terrifying things.

Qian Yuan questioned the Hun in the face: "Two years ago, on the border of the Qin State, hundreds of lives in a village were slaughtered by a scimitar, and the corpses were shriveled without a drop of blood, did you do this?"

"Yes, I did it, it's just a small village of three hundred and twenty-eight people, and it's not enough to feed my sword!"

When the Huns heard Qian Yuan's questioning, they didn't hide it at all, and replied directly.

"How do you ...... How dare you! That's more than 300 lives!"

Qian Yuan's face was pale, her lips trembled slightly, and bloody scenes appeared in her mind, hundreds of lives in the whole village fell to the ground motionless, what kind of scene was that?

The Huns no longer looked at Qian Yuan, and when they took out this scimitar, they already had an awareness in their hearts, even if they killed Qian Yuan and the two, their hidden identities would be exposed, which was why they didn't plan to use the scimitar in the first place.

As long as the marks of this scimitar reappear on the mainland, the capable people of the military department will definitely be able to guess that it is related to the border village massacre incident two years ago.

Lin Xu heard Qian Yuan's question, and also came back to his senses slightly, the most feared and hated thing about the Huns in the south that various countries on the mainland were that a large number of Hun monks would come to the mainland every year to practice magic skills.

The way the Huns practiced martial arts was different from the mainland practice, and the Huns used the lives of ordinary people to gain the growth of magic skills.

The Hun in front of Lin Xu, although he did not directly kill people to enhance his cultivation, but he also fed this scimitar with the lives of ordinary people, and they were all inhumane beasts.

"These Huns are even more hateful than the remnants of the Six Kingdoms!"

Lin Xu thought in his heart that he hadn't come to this world two years ago, but he could also think of the tragic murder that happened one day two years ago.

From this point alone, what the Huns did was simply outrageous.

No matter how sad and frantic the remnants of the Six Kingdoms were, their greatest efforts were only one goal - to overthrow the rule of the Qin State and establish or restore their own kingdom, while the Huns were only trying to cultivate their own magical skills.

The Huns looked at Lin Xu, and Lin Xu also looked at the Huns, because Lin Xu knew that the Huns in front of him were going crazy.

The crooked sword light was still there, and it turned around again, and then all the light disappeared, all the sounds fell silent, and all the movements stopped.

Heaven and earth suddenly became as silent as death.

The Hun still stood there as if he had never moved, but the tip of the knife in his hand was already dripping with blood.

Lin Xu rubbed his eyes, and looked at the knife in the hands of the Huns suspiciously, this knife can actually bleed the tip of the knife when it is not out, and the Huns really can't be explained by common sense.

The scene solidified again, and Lin Xu frowned, because he found that there was a phantom of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood around him, and the foul smell from the corpse entered Lin Xu's nasal cavity, and there was a suffocating feeling.

At the same moment, the Hun took out the knife, the night of the school palace had arrived, and the time to draw the knife had come.

As soon as the knife is drawn, there is only death!

It's not you who die, it's me!

Under Lin Xu's signal, Qian Yuan continued to retreat, she also knew that Lin Xu's battle with this Hun was coming to an end, Qian Yuan was very afraid, she was afraid that Lin Xu would fall in front of her.

The Hunnian's body flew up, and the ink-colored scimitar was also unsheathed, and he attacked not Lin Xu, but Qian Yuan, who was far away from the Huns.

Lin Xu was shocked, and immediately urged his steps to rush towards Qian Yuan, but before Lin Xu's body could reach Qian Yuan, the Hunnarian's scimitar had changed direction, and the Huns turned the blade and slashed at Lin Xu, Lin Xu hurriedly used the long sword in his hand to resist.

"Ding, ping,"

The swords collided with each other, making a crisp clashing sound.

Lin Xu's sword and the Hunnarian's scimitar formed a powerful aura in this position, and even Qian Yuan, who was hiding in the corner, was repelled by this aura for several meters.

Dawn glows silvery in the night, but the inky black of the scimitar reflects the entire night sky, and the silver of Dawn is inconspicuous.

There were no sparks or wind in the battle between the two, only the sound of swords colliding.

Lin Xu also drew his sword in one round, and the sword flower shook, and the person followed the sword flower and flew towards this Hun.

The Huns were not shocked at all, and did not give themselves time to breathe and breathe at all, and then turned backwards, and the blade drew an arc, slashing towards Lin Xu, who was about to stab with his sword.

Before the blade arrived, the sword qi was already pressing, Lin Xu couldn't care about the counterattack just now, so he had to return the sword to block the sword that the Huns were coming from upside down.

At the same time as the sound of "choking", the Huns opened and closed, waving the long arms in their hands, a horizontal split, and Lin Xu's arm was numb, and he took a few steps back, but the Hun did not move at all.

Lin Xu had never seen such a strange knife technique, only to see a flash of knife light, a knife qi flew towards him, Lin Xu hurriedly dodged, but when he was looking in the direction of the Huns, several sword qi flew away, Lin Xu hurriedly resisted with a sword, because there were too many of them this time, Lin Xu had no time to dodge, so he had to pick up the long sword to break the dawn to defend.

Gather gas and transform into shape!

A move that only a talented earth-level cultivator can comprehend! I didn't expect this Hun to actually do it, Lin Xu had planned to cultivate this move a long time ago, but because of his lack of spiritual power, Lin Xu had never really sent out a move to gather qi and transform into a shape.

Lin Xu thought that his strength was not inferior to anyone of the same level, and this was confirmed even more by Lin Xu after the battle with Meng Kai.

For a long time, Lin Xu was often irritable because of his lack of spiritual power, and the biggest problem he was troubled about was that he couldn't use the qi gathering and transforming into shape.

Lin Xu didn't expect to see someone use this trick again today, such a Hun is probably an elite even in the grassland, the Hun King sent him to enter the mainland hinterland, what is the so-called matter?

Lin Xu suddenly shouted, "Wait, I have something to say!"

The Hun's face sank, and there was a slight fluctuation on his originally expressionless face.

"Say, you mainland people have the habit of leaving last words, I allow it!"

Although the Huns said this, their footsteps did not stop, and they still approached Lin Xu.

............

In a forbidden place in the Qixia School Palace, an ordinary old man has a broom next to his body, as a member of the Qixia School Palace formation, the old man once personally arranged the formation of the School Palace, and can feel the battle between the two monks cordially.

The old man looked at the battle above, and did not mean to intervene, whether it was Lin Xu's colorful and ever-changing sword moves, or the black fog of the Huns, there was no sign of the old man meddling, even if the Huns neatly admitted that they had slaughtered more than 300 families, it only made the old man's face a little unhappy, and the old man did not control the formation to bombard a small ground.

The old man thought about his time in the past hundred years, when he was young, he and his junior brother had inherited the previous generation of sacrificial wine masters, and he had traveled to the Seven Kingdoms, even if it was the southern grassland, he and his junior brother had also been there.

The old man suddenly smiled on his face, with a childlike smile, remembering the scene of his junior brother insulting the Hun prince, even now he was still a little complacent.

Suddenly, the old man put away his smile, time can really change a lot of people!

The Hun prince back then has now become the king of the Xiongzhi grassland, and his own junior disciples have parted ways with him, even the disciples he has worked hard to cultivate are the same strangers as him, is he really so failed?

"Perhaps......... Teacher, you were wrong back then, and the little junior brother is the best person to succeed you!"

The old man showed a desolate smile on his face and looked at a military place in Xianyang City.

At the same time, in an important place of the Great Qin military, an old man with a kind face opened his eyes that saw through the world when he felt a hint of familiarity, but it was only for a moment, the old man stopped paying attention and closed his eyes again, only to see the spiritual rhymes flashing around the old man, and the old man's mind appeared in the sun, moon, stars, and signs of the operation of the sun, moon, stars, and the sky.

Seeing the old man open his eyes, the old man's followers hesitated a little, but still asked, "The first seat?"

............

Lin Xu was talking nonsense with this Hun while slowly recovering his spiritual power.

Regardless of whether Lin Xu admits it or not, the strength of the Hun in front of him cannot be underestimated, and the scimitar is a killing weapon in the hands of the Huns.

And what made Lin Xu even more frightened was that this scimitar seemed to have a confusing effect, and every time the Huns took out the knife, there would be signs of corpses all over the field, disturbing Lin Xu's mind.

"Are you all right?"

The Huns said impatiently, they had been listening to Lin Xu talking nonsense just now, and the time was not early, and the Huns had no time to wait.

"Okay, okay, right away!"

Lin Xu hurriedly replied to this last wave of spiritual power.

“............”

No matter how stupid the Huns were, they understood that Lin Xu was delaying time.