"Looks like I'm going to have to find a way to get out of here. Dugu Blood turned his wrist slightly, his eyes stared around, it was still pitch black, and he couldn't see any light, in this room where he couldn't fight with his eyes, even Dugu Blood didn't know what would greet him.

But he knew that a vicious battle was inevitable.

He slowly closed his eyes and listened to everything in this room with his ears, even the smallest and most subtle sounds could not escape his ears, and his whole heart slowly quieted down, no longer restless.

Suddenly, in the entire dark room, the white light flashed instantly, and the moment the white light lit up, I saw a strange man, his temples and white eyes were a little cloudy.

But the man didn't panic in the slightest, the moment this white light was about to split him, the man slowly dodged sideways, and then heard the sound of a metal collision, Duguxue only felt that his right arm was slightly numb, and he retreated continuously, and stopped after a few steps.

The weapons used by the enemy, unless they were guns, could not inflict such damage on him at all.

Eighteen kinds of weapons, the gun is the king of weapons.

Any border general used a spear of a few hundred pounds to charge on the battlefield, and no one could go through a few rounds under his men.

If you encounter someone who uses a spear on the rivers and lakes, it is best to take a detour, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable, and at least the first-class assassins will not be able to fight against these people with big guns.

"You should be Han Si, right?" Dugu Blood seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to say to the person in the dark.

There was still no response from anyone, Dugu Xue's gaze once again scanned the endless darkness, and he knew that this person must be Han Si.

Except for him, no one's marksmanship can match the strength of the one just now.

Dugu Xue sighed slowly, the sword in his hand was pulled out again, and the cold in his eyes lit up again, and under the flickering white light, then another white light lit up.

Several metal collided, the sound came and went, Dugu Blood quickly captured the enemy's marksmanship with the help of the only bit of white light, and the speed of the sword in his hand was getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, he bent down quickly, and the sword in his hand split in two again, quickly spinning and slashing towards the hand that was holding the hilt of the gun.

Han Si let go of the hand holding the gun at this moment, and at the moment when the gun was about to land, his toes kicked slightly, and the entire gun flew into the air again, and it returned to Han Si's hand in an instant.

The whole process happened between the lightning and flint, Dugu Xue once again turned sideways and slashed towards Han Si, Han Si did not dodge at all, but stabbed out with a shot, and then there was a sound of breaking the air around him, Dugu Blood had to stop the offensive in his hand, and instantly returned his sword to resist this shot, and was shocked by the force of this shot and took ten steps back.

The beads of sweat on Duguxue's forehead slowly fell to the ground, and he gasped for breath, although he said it quickly, but every second was a brush with death, this feeling can be imagined.

"Your swordsmanship is somewhat familiar, who are you from that old guy of the Lone Sword Saint?" Han Xi's cold voice without a trace of warmth slowly came, almost word by word.

Duguxue didn't answer him, because he refused to answer.

"It's okay if you don't tell me, I'll figure it out myself. At the moment of speaking, a sense of crisis came from three different directions at the same time, and then there was a sound of breaking the air.

Dugu Blood instantly felt that only one of the three seemingly actual attacks was true, and the other two were just wrong, at this moment Dugu Blood had to quickly judge, he himself did not know which one the real attack was.

In an instant, the sound of the three attacks was already close at hand, and Duguxue had to make a judgment, whether it was success or failure.

Dugu Blood did his best, and the sword in his hand slowly stabbed in one of the directions he thought was right, and Dugu Blood fell in love with a hideous face and appeared again!

"Not good!" At this moment, Qiu Sheng, who was not allowed to disappear outside the door, shouted, he wanted to rush forward, but he was blocked by hundreds of disciples of the Burning Sun Sect in front of him, and he couldn't advance at all.

Hearing this shout, the Lone Sword Saint hurriedly glanced over here, not knowing exactly what was happening, but he knew that it should not be a trivial matter, so he quickly glanced at the remaining people present and understood that it was his own disciple.

Without the slightest hesitation, one by one is like a ferocious tiger, and no animal can stop him from moving forward.

Kill one person in three steps, and almost a moment has reached the front of the room, this one piece is enough to break this door, but at this moment, a sword suddenly appeared from the side.

Immediately after that, another sword appeared from the other side, and two swords attacked the Lone Sword Saint from different directions at the same time.

The Lone Sword Saint frowned slightly, and split the two swords back with his backhand, and the backhand was one time, and he saw clearly in front of him, the true face of the person was the current Sword Saint.

The Lone Sword Saint snorted coldly, the sword in his hand suddenly disappeared from his hand, the Sword Saint's pupils shrank slightly, and then he felt that due to an invisible force, as if he had been locked, all his movements seemed to have slowed down many times, and then a sword appeared behind him, flying directly to the back of his chest.

If this sword could not be stopped, his death sentence could already be pronounced.

But he is a sword master after all, and in such a short period of time, he still turned around and shot two hidden weapons from his chest, although these two hidden weapons are not lethal, but they are enough to resist half a second, and this half second is enough for him to swing his sword to resist.

At the moment when he had just blocked this sword, the Lone Sword Saint had already arrived behind him, and the palm of his left hand exuded a palpitating aura, and this palm slowly slapped down.

The Sword Master only felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake and was about to be bitten, and the whole person felt an inexplicable cold.

However, he had no way to resist this sword at the moment, it was only a few rounds, but he was already a superior judgment.

"Erdare!" a roar, and then a blue-black scimitar cut through the air, and with the sound of breaking wind, he instantly came to the side of the Lone Sword Saint.

The Lone Sword Saint had to retract the power of this palm, but slapped the knife out with his backhand, and then an old man appeared in the field of vision, one of his eyes was already blind and covered with a white cloth, his whole face was full of vicissitudes, and one of the eyes of the essential oil was full of murderous aura at the moment, staring at the Lone Sword Saint.

The corners of the Lone Sword Saint's mouth raised and snorted coldly, although the person who fought against him just now was also known as the Sword Saint, but the real comprehension of the Constitution of the Sword Saint just now was like a child who had just learned to walk in his eyes, and he had never trekked through mountains and rivers at all, in fact, he had to be killed, although the Sword Saint just now was not very easy, but it was not difficult.

That's why his friends called him from the bottom of their hearts, the Lone Sword Saint is the Sword Saint, and the real number one swordsman in the world is still his Lone Sword Saint.

Although in terms of swordsmanship, the Lone Sword Saint is at the pinnacle, but other weapons also have their own strengths, and what he is most worried about is this person who uses a scimitar.

"Jiang Changhong, you finally appeared. The Lone Sword Saint grabbed the sword in his hand and said quickly taking a few steps back.

After the Sword Saint saw Jiang Changhong coming, he also quickly stood behind him.

Although he had only fought with the enemy in front of him for a moment just now, he knew that it was not difficult for the enemy to kill him, and if he wanted to defeat the enemy in front of him, he was afraid that it would be as difficult as the sky.

However, he felt that if he joined forces with Jiang Changhong, he was afraid that it would be very easy to defeat the enemy in front of him.

The Lone Sword Saint looked at the two of them quietly, and then an old man in a white robe quickly came to the side of the Ancient Sword Saint, and the four of them looked at each other with four pairs of eyes.

The Sword Saint broke his confidence because of the fight with the Lone Sword Saint just now, and he didn't know what the situation was, but when he saw the old man in front of him, he didn't even have some worries.

The swordsmanship he was once extremely proud of had completely lost his confidence just now, and his two swords couldn't go through a few rounds in the hands of this old man.

It's strange to say, he has never heard of such an enemy as the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes, of course, if he knows, there is something wrong.

Although there were two very famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes back then, and he had heard of them a little, he was completely intoxicated by his achievements, and he never put another world's number one swordsman who could compete with him in his eyes, and the Lone Sword Saint had already retired, which led to him never hearing of anyone who could compare with him with a sword, and it was because of this that he felt that his self-confidence was completely broken just now.

"Lone Sword Saint?" Jiang Changhong hesitated for a long time before asking, then looked at the old man in the white robe, pondered for a moment and said, "Zhang Zongyuan?"

Neither of them answered, but Jiang Changhong had already confirmed his guess from the expressions and eyes of the two of them.

The Sword Saint asked softly: "How about the strength of that person named Zhang Zongyuan?" He really had some worries, he was afraid that the strength of this person would be the same as that of the person called the Lone Sword Saint, he had some worries about himself in his heart, if he let a swordsman who thought he was the number one in the world be defeated as soon as he went out, then when he met someone again, he would definitely doubt himself, so his idea was not worth any big controversy.

"The natural strength of the Lone Sword Saint is above you, although his strength may only be one level higher than you, but this layer of master battles is enough to widen the gap between heaven and earth, as for the person named Zhang Zongyuan, you don't have to worry about his strength being equal to you at most. Jiang Changhong said calmly, as if he didn't put the two people in front of him in his eyes at all, although his appearance was so calm, but he also had some doubts in his heart.

The Lone Sword Saint will definitely not be a fierce dragon, but since Jiang has made a move this time, he must be rushing for his life.

She also silently asked herself in her heart whether she was absolutely sure of this war.

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