He Suo's face was solemn, and he clamped his saber under his armpit.

After wiping the mud from his hands and cleaning them clean again, he regained his grip on his knife.

For a qualified military man, every battle, must be taken seriously.

Fighting on the battlefield, his hands are covered in blood, and he has no time to pay attention.

However, in the moment of life and death, when conditions permit, he must keep his hands clean.

By the way, this seemingly superfluous action, the young man in mourning clothes raised his eyebrows high, and seemed to be very disdainful.

No matter how serious you are, after today, I won't give your hand a chance to draw a knife again.

The young man in mourning clothes also drew the sword at his waist.

The sword is three fingers wide, and it is definitely impossible to say how narrow the sword is, but at the length of the longer than ordinary long sword, it looks a little slender.

The sword was long, and so was the boy's arm, and the process from the time he drew the sword to the time he drew it was smooth and unhindered.

With a simple sword drawing action, He Shuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and the muscles in his body subconsciously tensed, which was a sense of crisis that danger was coming.

Without the slightest hesitation, the saber in his hand stepped sideways, blocking the vital point of his throat.

Although he couldn't see the lethality of that ordinary sword, he could see that the moment he drew his sword, the wind rose......

The wind was weak, and it could only blow the stubborn green weeds that grew in the cracks in the walls on both sides of the road.

But at the moment when the breeze gently stroked the grass.

The dense grass was cut by the waist and silently, as if it had been cut by the sharpest scythe in the world.

It was the young man's sword, the wind that brought it.

The invisible wind, mixed with a strong killing intent sword qi, was cut off, and the broken grass clippings that were swayed with the wind did not fly far, and were shattered by the invisible force.

The other half of the weeds that grew in the cracks of the wall faded and turned yellow, and collapsed lifelessly on the wall.

And He Suo's knife was across the front of his neck, and the original one-handed knife somehow turned into a two-handed knife.

Yuan Li didn't dare to have the slightest reservation, and poured it all into the long knife.

The pale yellow rays of Yuan Force radiated and spread from the blade.

In front of him, a semi-circular arc of light was formed, enveloping him.

The breeze struck his blade like countless raindrops smashing into the water curtain, gradually showing a little halo.

The hands holding the knife tightened.

Yu Guang saw that the weeds that had grown tenaciously in the corners of the streets on both sides of the street were lifeless.

A cold light flickered in Hesuo's eyes.

"Draw the sword and kill the wind!"

This is an extremely powerful sword technique within the Sect of Annihilation.

This sword skill, there is only one move up and down!

Draw the sword like the wind, and see the shadow of the sword, only the wind.

Practice is to kill the opponent in an instant when the sword is drawn, and the sword wind is invisible.

If you cultivate to the fullest, with this sword alone, you can take down the head of the enemy general within thousands of troops.

What's even more terrifying is that that sword actually inherited a few points of He Xiutu's Wanhua Finger!

The poor little grass, which had been cut in half, was clearly still deeply rooted in the soil.

It could have continued to absorb nutrients and water from the soil.

What's more, the weeds here are not more weeds than him, and the road delivery room is damp and the yin qi is extremely heavy, and it is even more common for corpse water to seep into the earth.

The weeds that have absorbed the corpse water have more vitality than ordinary flowers and plants.

But at the moment when the sword wind swung by, it quickly withered and died, and all its vitality was plundered clean.

He claimed to be the son of He Xiutu, and it was not surprising that the old sect master would teach a stunt to his son.

This kid is already at the peak of the soul condensation realm at a young age, and his talent is naturally an excellent choice, and it is not surprising to learn this Ten Thousand Transformation Fingers.

However, he was able to fuse the finger power of the Wanhua Finger into his own sword intent, and he had a taste of integration.

Although the power of the Wanhua finger was extremely shallow, it seemed that he had only touched the skin.

Otherwise, his attainment in the Ten Thousand Transformation Fingers would be a few points deeper, and the moment he drew his sword, he would be able to make his life wither forever, and there would be no room to fight back.

However, at his age, it was very rare for him to be able to comprehend such a level on his own.

If he is given enough time and space to develop, this boy's achievements will surely far surpass his father's achievements in the future.

Although this sword is sharp, He Suo is not a pus-filled person.

Although it is partly due to the relationship, since he can serve in Rashomon and gain a firm foothold, it is naturally inseparable from his own strength.

What's more, they are in the same realm, if they are in the same realm, they will lose under this enhanced version of the 'Drawing Sword Wind Killing Technique', then it will be a shame and will be thrown to Grandma's house.

With a muffled roar, the semicircular arc of light that protected him became more condensed.

The wind killing technique that seemed so strange that it seemed to be as penetrating as a hole was actually defended by him.

The blade slashed out horizontally, isolating the arc of light from the wind killing, and actually counterattacked the young man in mourning clothes.

The young man in mourning clothes frowned, as if he was a little surprised that this young strong officer could block his sword.

Then he sneered, and the unusually slender sword in his hand moved.

A very simple straight stabbing action, and no fluctuations in the Yuan Force can be seen.

Like a child playing with an embroidery needle, it pierced the terrifying half-arc circle of light.

The tip of the sword touched the half-arc aperture like a dragonfly.

The wind killing sword intent spread on the periphery of the aperture was like a bird and beast returning to its nest, turning into a thin white silk thread, winding around the tip of the sword, seeping in.

And the circle of light that struck was pointed beyond the tip of the sword, and it was not allowed to advance for half a minute.

The wind blew the young man's white-clothed mourning clothes into a little mess, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly, and the dazzling white light lined the sword body as white as snow.

With a flick of his wrist, the aperture in front of him shattered into pieces like a broken mirror, drifting away with the wind.

The young man in mourning clothes snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand pulled out a beautiful sword flower in mid-air.

He didn't rush to continue his attack, and the long sword struck a circle and tucked it behind him.

Only to see a long sword body pushing out of his head from his back.

From this point of view, this sword is indeed a little excessive, and this young man's taste for choosing a sword and practicing a sword is indeed unique.

One offense and one defense, counterattack and defense, can be regarded as an equal split.

He Suo held the saber obliquely, the tip of the knife lightly touched the ground, trying to use the power of the earth to suppress the slight tremor of the blade in his hand.

However, the knife holes that gradually spread out in the ground were not very obvious, and still let the spectators and fighters see a clue.

It seems to be evenly divided, but in fact, He Suo is down.

He Suo's eyebrows tightened, he still underestimated the young man.

The young man in mourning clothes glanced at the people behind him quietly.

The reason why he went under the knife was because he was the keeper of the house, and he occupied his father's body and refused to return it.

He moved a little with murderous intent.

However, the main reason is that he needs an unlucky ghost to stand up.

Although he has an outstanding talent for cultivation, he is too young after all.

The strength in the sect is weak, and he needs the accumulation of majesty.

It is necessary that there is still a discerning person in the sect who can see that his true value is not just a puppet sect master.

The tip of the knife suddenly left the ground, and the saber in his hand burst out, and the golden sword light bloomed from the knife in his hand.

The young man in mourning clothes raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, after this guy fought with one blow, he should have deeply understood the gap between geniuses and ordinary people, and he would dare to take the initiative to attack.

What was even more surprising was that he couldn't see how he attacked.

It's just that the long knife in his hand left the ground, and he was still holding the saber diagonally, and such a strong sword light erupted in an instant.

"Phew!"

The golden sword cut through the tranquility of the long street at this moment.

The young man in mourning clothes picked up the long sword in his hand, and very skillfully picked up the slash.

I snorted coldly with disdain in my heart, and I dared to take out such a simple and straight attack to be embarrassing.

Just as he was about to say a sarcastic sentence, the golden sword in front of him was picked up and flew towards the sky.

However, from behind him, he saw the young officer stepping on a golden sword that had slashed again at some unknown time, and attacked him silently.

The saber in his hand is straight to his throat!

In the black pupils of the young man in mourning clothes, the cold blade of the saber was clearly reflected, and the calm eyes behind the straight line of the knife.

It suddenly became clear in my heart that the sword that came for the first time was just a disguise.

The real killing machine is behind the sword.

The overgrown long sword was still in the same posture of opening up, and it had not yet been quickly withdrawn.

And the silent stab came so fast that there was no extra time for him to put away his sword and block.

Faced with the threat of death, the young man in mourning clothes was extremely calm.

A sword finger was pinched out in a left hand that was behind his back, and an obscure dead finger flashed on his fingertips.

The young man had a cruel smile on his face, and the next finger of his wide-sleeved robe was sharply pointed, and the gray finger light shot directly into the middle of He Suo's eyebrows.

Wanhua finger!

Exterminate the Sect of Exile!

If you are directly hit by this finger, it will be difficult for the gods to save them.

He Suo's pupils are wide!

The straight knife suddenly went up, and there was a soft "ding" sound.

The blade trembled violently, and the gray finger was picked up into the sky in the same way.

From a distance, it looks like two straight lines, one yellow and one gray, parallel to the sky.

And in the time under this challenge, the long sword in the hand of the young man in mourning clothes has already gained momentum.

He struck the sword in his hand and slashed straight at the shoulder of Hesseau, who was holding the sword.

The long sword slashed out a white sword shadow semicircle in mid-air, and the sword aura was overflowing, and the hairband on He Suo's head suddenly exploded, turning into a black butterfly and drifting away.

His black hair fell down, and his face was completely hidden under long bangs, and it was impossible to tell whether he was panicked or confused.

The sword momentum is still non-stop, which shows the ruthlessness of the young man in mourning clothes, and he will not give up until he reaches his goal!

Even Qian Wenli, who was behind him, changed his face slightly.

I wanted to make a move, but it was too late, so I had to secretly think about the pain of a descendant of the He family's broken arm, and what price I needed to pay to balance.

He Suo didn't know how to crack this sword with the Wanhua Finger, but that didn't mean that he had no choice but to wait for death.

The feet that stepped on the golden sword suddenly sank hard, and the hurried figure suddenly froze.

He Shuo let out a roar like a tsunami.

The military boots under his feet suddenly split into wisps of black cloth, and his right foot slid sharply and then took a step, and his bare feet went forward and backward, and the golden sword under his feet suddenly turned in a direction to meet the long sword that was slashing downward.