At this moment, Li Xuandu, who was carrying a woman, finally caught up, and after throwing Qin Louyue aside, Li Xuandu's figure came between the sword qi and Hu Liang, and with a wave of his sleeves, this horizontal sword qi seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall in mid-air, unable to move forward a bit, and at the same time, a quiet lake appeared in Li Xuandu's eyes, clear but deep, without seeing the bottom, and then like a starry sky, the sky was full of light, and the stars were brilliant.

Li Xuandu was in a stalemate with the sword qi for a moment, and the light in Li Xuandu's eyes suddenly converged, and the sword qi also disappeared.

At the same time, Hu Liang, who also blocked another sword qi, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice: "It's so dangerous, I almost lost this pair of legs." ”

Li Xuandu didn't say much to Hu Liang, but said to Lu Yanbing, who stimulated two sword qi with a snap of his fingers: "Shooting is a killing move, and the anger is too heavy." ”

The woman put her hands behind her back, glanced at the ugly slave, Bai Meiniang and others, and turned to look at Li Xuandu, her eyes were complicated, and she said slowly: "This sentence is just for others, I just think it is some rotten words, but if you say it, it will be a little ridiculous, don't forget how many people you killed in Jiangbei back then." ”

Bai Meiniang and Qin Louyue, who was thrown aside, were both stunned.

Listening to the words between the two people, they didn't have a self-registration number, but they seemed to have known each other for a long time, and according to the word "Jiangbei" mentioned by Lu Yanbing, it reminded them of a person who should no longer be in the rivers and lakes.

Li Xuandu showed a look of recollection on his face, shook his head and said: "I remember that when I passed by Jinzhou, the nephew of an elder of Miaozhenzong was rampant at the foot of the mountain, and I couldn't see it and gave him a sword, which attracted this Miaozhenzong elder to go down the mountain to seek revenge, after all, it is impossible for a monk to completely cut off blood relatives, old fathers, old mothers, brothers and sisters-in-law begged each other with tears, can they really be indifferent? Relatives and relatives, friends and friends, there are too many senseless enemies involved in this way. ”

Then he looked at Lu Yanbing and said, "But what kind of grudge do you have with these people? Just because they didn't obey your will, you want to kill the killer?"

The woman frowned and said: "When I didn't leave the sect back then, I admired you the most, I almost listened to your deeds before I set foot in the rivers and lakes, how arbitrary were you back then? The Jiangbei heroes wanted your life, so you let the Jiangbei heroes tie their hands with one person and one sword; the great monk of the Jing Zen sect pointed fingers at you, and you used the sword to shut him up; even if the leader of the righteous path and the people of the Zhengyi sect offended you, you dared to hit the Tianshi Mountain with one person and one sword. On the bank of the river, a sword picked up the fourteen masters of the sect in a row, and Ning Yi won the 'blood knife' in the northwest outside the city, and even fought Yan Feiqing, Su Yuncheng, and Yu Qingning on the head of the imperial capital, this is the Zifu Sword Immortal I know, but after four years of seclusion, how did you become like this, are you still the fourth senior brother I know?"

"Fourth Senior Brother!?"

The ugly slave, Bai Meiniang, and Qin Louyue, who was forced to come here, were all shocked when they heard this. The first half of what the woman said had already let them know Li Xuandu's past identity, but this was not as terrifying as the last sentence of "senior brother", this Qingluanwei big man who made the huge Tianle Sect like a great enemy turned out to be the junior sister of the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal?

Li Xuandu sighed, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was explaining to a few people behind him: "There are a total of six apprentices in the family teacher, and I am the fourth, and she is my fifth junior sister." ”

Lu Yanbing snorted lightly and said, "My fourth senior brother has already died on the head of the Imperial Capital City, under Yu Qingning's 'Nine Heavens Xuanyin', and what is alive now is just a shell with no appearance. ”

Li Xuan was speechless.

Compared with him in the past, he has indeed changed too much, not only is it not as simple as the cultivation realm that is rampant in the world, but more importantly, his mentality has undergone a huge change after the change of the imperial capital, he no longer blindly fights bravely, but puts part of his mind on the extremely grand pattern of "the common people in the world". If the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal in the past was the sword of birth, then the current Li Xuandu is the sword of entering the world.

Now that he has entered the WTO, his own cultivation has become a secondary thing, which is also the reason why Lu Yanbing feels that he has lost his heart. It's just that over the years, the estrangement between the two brothers and sisters has deepened due to various reasons, and the relationship has gradually become estranged, and these words are naturally impossible to talk about.

The senior brother and sister looked at each other for a moment, Lu Yanbing turned his gaze to the half-cut sword hanging from Li Xuandu's waist, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face, and he sneered: "People are like swords, swords are like people, swords are in people, and swords are dead." ”

Li Xuandu was indifferent to the sarcasm in his words, and asked, "Senior sister, for the sake of me, who is a senior brother, can today's matter be forgotten?"

Lu Yanbing asked, "Is this still necessary?"

Li Xuandu said: I think there is.

Lu Yanbing said: "Since the senior brother has said this, I, as a junior sister, can't help but agree, but I can't just agree." Otherwise, I promised my senior brother, but Qingluanwei didn't agree. ”

Li Xuandu asked, "What do you want?"

Lu Yanbing's gaze swept from Li Xuandu's face to Hu Liang again: "At the beginning of the battle of the imperial capital, the 'Northwest One Knife' Hu Daxia became famous because he cut off the arm of the right governor of Qingluan Wei with a knife, and it just so happened that this Zhao Wuqi Zhao next to me is also an expert in using knives, it is better to let the two of them each make a knife, and the winner will be determined by one sword, if Hu Daxia wins, I will promise my senior brother, if Hu Daxia loses, I will not be too embarrassed Senior Brother, as long as Senior Brother hands over the ugly slave to me." ”

Li Xuandu couldn't answer, so he could only turn his head to look at Hu Liang and Chounu'er and ask for their opinions.

The ugly slave looked at Zhao Wuqi and said in a deep voice: "If you can win Hu Daxia, I will go with you." ”

Hu Liang's eyes flashed, and he looked at the ugly slave fixedly, and he saw something called "trust" in the ugly slave's eyes.

Then he turned his head to look at Zhao Wuqi beside the ugly slave, his eyes showed firmness, and said, "Please ask." ”

Zhao Wuqi grinned, his body moved suddenly, and the "Da Wenluan" on his waist was sonorously unsheathed.

A straight knife fell, silently.

Hu Liang drew his sword almost at the same time, and the "Great Grandmaster" was horizontal in front of him.

Two flashes of lugs, swept by.

The "Great Grandmaster" and the "Great Wenluan" touched, and a thunderous sound exploded.

In terms of cultivation, it is undoubtedly Zhao Wuqi who returns to the true realm is better, but in terms of the knife in his hand, "Da Wenluan" is just the best spiritual object, and the "Great Grandmaster" was the saber of the "magic knife" Song Zheng, and the sword evaluation ranks tenth, and it is a real "treasure", and the difference between the two is a big grade.

So no one can say whether this knife will win or lose.

Li Xuandu and Lu Yanbing's eyes followed the two of them tightly, witnessing the victory or defeat of the two.

I saw two figures staggered by.

Li Xuandu breathed a sigh of relief, while Lu Yanbing frowned and snorted coldly.

Hu Liang was still standing in place, maintaining the posture in front of the horizontal knife, but Zhao Wuqi appeared not far behind Hu Liang.

He raised the "Da Wenluan" in his hand to take a closer look, and he could vaguely see a few slight cracks on the knife body, like ice cracks on porcelain.

The "Great Grandmaster" in Hu Liang's hands is still as clear as water.

Zhao Wuqi put the "Da Wenluan" in his hand back into the sheath, turned around and said: "If you divide life and death, I will be able to take your life, but just for this knife, I lost." ”

Hu Liang didn't speak, nor did he put the "Great Grandmaster" back into the sheath, his arms drooped, and his sword pointed forward, just holding it in his hand with one hand, like a robber who broke into someone else's home.

The ugly slave was the first to come to Hu Liang's side, stretched out his hand to support Hu Liang, and could see that Hu Liang's palm holding the knife was still trembling slightly, the green tendons on the back of his hand were bursting up, and his face was also pale.

Lu Yanbing tugged at the corners of his mouth and glanced at Li Xuandu deeply, "Since Hu Daxia won, then I will keep my promise, senior brother, we will have a date later." ”

After that, without waiting for Li Xuandu's reply, he turned around and left.

As soon as she left, Zhao Wuqi naturally stopped staying and left.

So there were only five people left in this hall: Li Xuandu, Hu Liang, Chou Nu'er, Bai Meiniang, and Qin Louyue.