The rain was still falling, the little prince of the Huns Huyantu picked up the wine jug and poured wine into the glass, and the wine drew a clear water from the spout of the pot and fell to the wine glass, and the wine glass inherited the wine, gradually accumulating, just at the moment when the wine was about to overflow the mouth of the glass.

Hu Yantu flicked his fingers.

The wine glass full of wine broke through the air like a sword from the string and attacked Xie Ximeng, compared to the speed of the wine glass, the flying axes of the Jianghu men before were as slow as the staggering pace of a baby.

The wine spilled a little as the glass moved, but it did not fall, but surrounded the glass, with a hint of ferocity, and dispersed the rain.

In Xie Ximeng's eyes, the wine in this wine glass turned into giant wolves on the grassland, and they rushed out of the glass, opening their bloody mouths and baring their miserable white fangs, which was terrifying.

He lowered his head and smiled: "It seems that you Huns still don't understand the etiquette of the Divine Dynasty after so many years. ”

Along with these words, there was also a multicolored sword light, where the sword light passed, the wine glass turned into nothingness, and the giant wolf turned into wine broke inch by inch and disappeared into the rain.

A sword appeared in Xie Ximeng's hand, and on the hilt of the sword there was a relief carving on the eyes of a peacock feather, with a transparent gem embedded in it, and the three-foot green blade was swirling with light, and he held the sword, separated by hundreds of millions of rains, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the people at the round table in the court

The saber on the waist of the first person of the younger generation of the Divine Dynasty was finally unsheathed, even if there were hundreds of people blocking it on the street before, this sword was always only intended to kill, and now, this proud peacock has finally opened the screen.

Not to show brilliance, but to prepare to kill.

With a solemn expression on his face, Hu Yantu picked up the second wine glass full of wine on the table, flipped his wrist and threw it forward, and those drinks turned into seven golden wheels, three of which went straight to Xie Ximeng, and the remaining four spun beside him to protect himself.

Xie Ximeng's target today is him, and it is he who participated in the slaughter of villages on the northern border, so it is impossible for Xie Ximeng to let him go, but after Xie Ximeng cut the three golden wheels with his sword, the sword aura is not directed at the little prince of the Huns, nor the Qianren with the knife on his back, but the young man holding an umbrella behind him.

The young man had not spoken since Xie Ximeng came in, hiding under the umbrella, his head bowed, hearing the sound of the sword and feeling the fluctuations in the air, he knew that Xie Ximeng's sword was coming towards him.

The paper umbrella piece shattered, the umbrella bone seemed to bloom a flower, and with a tearful explosion of eardrums, the young man flew backwards a few meters away, and slowly fell to the ground.

Xie Ximeng's sword only shattered the umbrella in his hand.

The young man looked up. Revealing a somewhat pale face with a sickly beauty, he smiled at Xie Ximeng and said, "Long time no see." ”

Xie Ximeng didn't answer, his lazy eyebrows and eyes finally became serious at this moment, and his undisguised sharpness rose into the sky, actually breaking a hollow hole in the thick dark clouds in the air, revealing the stars and moon behind the clouds.

The colorful sword qi surged, Hu Yantu slapped the table, and the wine rippled in the air, forming a barrier, but it was instantly shattered by Xie Ximeng's sword qi, and the round table was rubbed by the sword qi, exploding from the inside out, and the two people sitting at the table retreated, and their faces turned pale after landing, and they obviously suffered a lot of losses in this blow.

Yuwen Artemisia of the Qiang clan roared angrily, held the long knife in his hand, and swung it from the bottom to the top, cutting out a gray knife mark, colliding with Xie Ximeng's third sword qi, meeting in the air, and then being shocked by a great impact force and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With the first sword qi, the umbrella in the hand of the young man holding the umbrella shattered and retreated several meters.

The second sword qi, the little prince of the Hun tribe Hu Yan slaughtered the cup and smashed the wine, and the shock came out.

In the third sword qi, Yuwen Artemisia, the leader of the Qiang clan, took out his long knife and spat blood from his mouth.

And Xie Ximeng stood in place, not the slightest damage, and after the three swords, they realized that they still underestimated the strength of the first person of the younger generation of the Divine Dynasty.

For though the sword was unsheathed, it was not yet slain upon himself.

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If it was said that the previous attack was completely caused by sword qi, then the next moment, Xie Ximeng threw out the long sword in his hand, turned into a rainbow light, and sharply rushed straight to Hu Yantu's face.

People are afraid of death, and often people who have a lot of things will be more afraid of death, it is because they have a lot of things, so they are reluctant to die like this, even more so for the prince of the Huns, he has a body of cultivation, he also has countless gold and silver treasures on the grassland, so he is reluctant to die.

The pupils of the little prince of the Huns shrank, and he felt a piercing killing intent, and hurriedly sent the golden wheel to resist, ready to shoot the oncoming long sword.

But it was empty.

I saw that Hongguang was about to meet Jinlun when he suddenly turned around in an extremely strange arc, flashing in front of Yuwen Artemisia at a speed that went against common sense.

Edgeworthiness!

The young man standing not far away hesitated slightly, stretched out his hand in the air, and opened his five fingers to make a pulling motion, as if an invisible rope pulled Yuwen Hao two steps to the left, so that he could avoid the rainbow light.

Yuwen Artemisia broke out in a cold sweat at the moment when he was locked by the rainbow light, as if he was shrouded in death, if it wasn't for the young man's action, he might have died.

The sword struck into the air, no longer moving, but hanging in mid-air, looking at the three people in front of him as if they were alive.

Yuwen Hao picked up the long knife in front of him, his eyes stared at the five-colored light in mid-air that might move at any time, and just as he was about to say thank you to the young man, he saw the sword in mid-air dissipate with the wind.

Xie Ximeng stood there with his head bowed.

"Be careful!" the young man said with a raised brow.

When his little character came out, there was a snort in the field, like poking the soft soil like a tree branch after rain, and cutting tofu horizontally with a kitchen knife, a translucent blood hole appeared in Yuwen Artemisia's chest, his eyes were dilated, turned gray, and then fell backwards, already lifeless.

The long knife in his hand, which had been blocked in front of his chest, also had a hole the size of a fist.

In the rain, a colorless divine light slowly grew out of thin air, and then condensed into the appearance of a sword, and then saw that Xie Ximeng also had a sword in his hand, and then they realized that Xie Ximeng was still not a real sword, and the previous one was just a condensed sword qi.

The means of attack between cultivators and worldly people are different, so it can't be calculated in an ordinary time, from the shattering of the table to only three people standing in the field, in fact, only a short time has passed, especially since the sword qi has dissipated and penetrated the Yuwen Artemisia of the Karma people is even more instantaneous.

Huyan Tu is afraid of death, and Yuwen Artemisia is also afraid of death, when one of the people who is afraid of death is really dead, and dies in front of the other person, then the other will only be more afraid of death.

There will be no sense of survival for the rest of your life, but there will be a feeling that the next one will be you, just like a row of death row prisoners on the execution ground, when the hot blood of the person next to you splashes on you, the next one will be yourself.

That's how Huyantu feels now.

The green tendons on his neck loomed, and when he stomped his foot, the yellow clouds swirled around, and a Xuanhua axe appeared in his hand, and a short sword also appeared in the young man's hand.

The sword shadow in the air also returned to the long sword in Xie Ximeng's hand, the eye-like transparent gem at the hilt of the sword was no longer transparent, and the five-colored brilliance shone in it, dazzling, wandering on the sword body, Xie Ximeng stepped forward with the sword, like a peacock ready to rise to the sky.

The three people in the field were unwilling to delay any longer, Hu Yantu knew that he had the advantage in numbers, and only by directly suppressing it could he have a chance to kill Xie Ximeng, otherwise he would only be assassinated by a single person with a mysterious sword technique.

So the three of them moved at the same time.

The five-colored light broke through the air, the big axe flashed between the axes, the short sword floated up, turned into a blue light and walked in the field, only to see a sound of gold and iron intersecting, the long axe waved to the long sword and split, the short sword went straight to Xie Ximeng's door, the five-color light quickly withdrew to block the short sword, the giant axe followed, and then was shocked by the brilliance, the attack and defense were staggered, the sparks splashed I don't know how many times they collided, each blow is a full blow of the will, as long as a person is a little lax, he will retreat, as long as he retreats, he will reveal a flaw, and for such a battle, a flaw is enough to be fatal。

This was what Hu Yantu originally wanted to see the most, because as long as the three of them couldn't confront each other, then Xie Ximeng would not have the protection of that sword by his side.

Xie Ximeng is not yet a great cultivator of the Returning Void Realm, his body is still unable to achieve the inviolability of ten thousand laws, Hu Yantu and Yuwen Artemisia had made all preparations before they came, so they brought ten dead soldiers whose flesh exceeded the Divine Mind Realm, just to come in handy at this moment, even if Xie Ximeng could not be injured because of the gap in the realm, it was enough to distract him and expose his flaws.

Xie Ximeng's colorful brilliance was all poured into the sword, and behind him was a curtain of rain, behind which the courtyard gate was closed because of the collision of air waves.

Behind the gate of the courtyard is the back hand brought by Hu Yantu from the grassland, and it is also the helper invited by Xie Ximeng from Bailu Guozhen.

At this time, it is time for this long-prepared backhand to appear.

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When the courtyard bloomed with colorful light, the dark-robed people standing under the courtyard wall were no longer silent, they raised their heads, with bloodless faces, walked indifferently, and at the same time kicked the ground with their right legs, and rushed into the air with only the strength of their bodies, wanting to cross the six-meter-high courtyard wall and directly enter the courtyard.

The nobles are afraid of death, and they are not afraid, and it is their task to make the man in the courtyard show a flaw at the cost of their lives.

And just as they leapt to the top of the wall, a white sword light swept over their heads like the bright moon in the sky, staining the rain in the night with a layer of moonlight, and swept all the ten dead who had risen high back to the ground.