Today's Jianghu people have seen a total of two things they have never seen.

One thing, Li Si stopped smiling.

The other is that Li Si used a sword.

In the story of the rivers and lakes, Li Si is always laughing, and he never uses weapons.

So when Li Si said the word to borrow the sword, there was silence all around, only Dugu no longer narrowed his eyes, pulled out the sword in his hand, and threw it at Li Si with an expressionless face.

The long sword crossed an arc in mid-air, and was finally firmly picked up by Li Si in his hand and turned sideways.

On the sword body, the light is as clear as water, and it can be seen that it is a good sword.

The sword was unsheathed, as it was already out of its sheath when it fell into Li Si's hands.

But there is no need for a scabbard, because this sword, Li Si will only use it once.

Yin Wuli looked at Li Si with a smile and said with his hands behind his back.

"It's the first time I've seen a swordsman who doesn't even have a sword. ”

"It's nothing. Li Si replied lightly: "Because I am not a swordsman, and I can't use a sword." ”

Yin Wuli's eyes turned cold, he didn't know how to use a sword, but he used a sword to deal with him, was this looking down on him?

But Li Si had already raised the sword in his hand, pointed at him with the blade of the sword and said.

"But killing you should be enough. ”

Hearing this, Yin Wuli's face was full of anger and laughter, and he said coldly.

"Okay, let's try it then. ”

He wanted to see how this hairy boy in front of him, who couldn't even use a sword, could kill him.

The two people in the room stood quietly, but the people in the room were already holding their breath.

No one knows how Li Si will use a sword, because no one has ever seen Li Si use a sword.

What kind of swordsmanship he used, whether it was fast or slow, heavy or light, no one knew.

And not to mention that they don't know, even the Dugu Bufu, the confused Taoist, Jiang Li'er and others in the surrounding houses don't know.

But this decisive battle is not child's play, because the person standing opposite Li Si is Yin Wuli, and he will not show mercy to his subordinates.

If Li Si's sword wasn't sharp enough, he would probably die here.

Wen Renli, who had a weapon score, was already completely energetic at this time, and looked intently at the sword in Li Si's hand, and the pen in his hand stopped dead on the book.

As long as Li Si's sword moved, he would record that sword.

Because this is Li Si's sword, he may not be able to see him once in decades.

The other side.

"What the hell is this man trying to do?"

In the teahouse, Yan Tingzhi squeezed the teacup in his hand tightly, and said with a deep frown.

Li Si didn't know how to use weapons at all, he knew this best, he had fought with Li Si several times, and he had never seen Li Si use any sword.

At such a time, he actually used his unfamiliar weapon, did he die?

Yan Tingzhi thought about it, and was about to lift his knife to save the scene, but was pressed down by Xiao Muqiu.

"Wait. ”

Xiao Muqiu raised his head, looked in the direction of the person holding the sword, and said softly.

He had a feeling that they should be optimistic about the next sword.

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Everyone was waiting for Li Si's sword.

So on the roof, Li Si's sword moved.

When the sword moved, the sky darkened, as if it was covered by the long sword for a moment.

The wind swept up, and whipped up from whitt, no one knew except that it rose on the ground, and tore at the hem of everyone's clothes, and went towards the man with the sword.

People watched as Li Si pressed down and took a step forward.

But how did he take this step, but no one saw it clearly, what people saw was that the next moment, the green tiles on Changfeng's tower were shattered layer by layer, the pillars were broken, and the building on the highest floor was tilted violently.

People didn't even have time to scream, they only had time to slowly open their eyes.

In their eyes, Li Si's figure had disappeared, and then, in the place where Li Si was originally located, a stratus cloud exploded out of thin air, accompanied by bursts of air waves and bulging out.

The clouds and mist dragged in mid-air, and when people saw Li Si again, it was he who passed through the clouds and came with a sword.

The white robe stood out of the dust, and the long sword hissed in the wind.

At this moment, a loud bang finally passed through the ears of the people on both sides, shaking their eyes bloodshot and their ears buzzing.

It was as if the sky had lost its color, and their vision had completely darkened, leaving only a snow-white streamer in their eyes.

It was a sword, and a voice in their hearts told them that it was a sword, and they themselves understood it.

But how could there be such a sword in the world?

Everyone wanted to ask, but everyone couldn't say anything, because the sword had already passed by the time they could react.

On top of the sloping roof tiles, Li Si held his sword and stood behind Yin Wuli.

In the sound of the wind that had not yet calmed down, debris of the rubble slid off the eaves.

Yin Wu stood dumbfounded, the hair on his forehead was blown by the wind, and it didn't fall for a long time.

Both sides.

Dugu's pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle's eye, and his right hand held the scabbard, and his palm trembled unconsciously.

He was very excited, because the sword just now made him feel the desire to draw it.

Wen Ren sat in a trance, and the pen in his hand had not yet had time to fall.

The confused Taoist people don't say that they are confused, and the Yuanzhen monk is not Amitabha Buddha anymore, Jiang Li'er's robe was a little messy by the wind.

In the teahouse, Yan Tingzhi's cup was broken, and it was crushed by himself.

Xiao Muqiu opened his eyes and couldn't continue to squint.

Everyone present lost their voices.

"When. ”

Until a soft sound broke the silence, and then there was the sound of pieces of iron falling to the ground.

"When the ······"

The sound came from Li Si's hand, and it was his sword shattered.

The blade shattered to the ground, leaving only one hilt still in his hand.

He did not use a scabbard with his sword, because he could only use it once for each sword.

This voice brought Yin Wu back to his senses, his face turned pale, and he raised his hands in a panic and touched his body randomly.

It seems to be unscathed.

"Hahaha. ”

He laughed, loud and maniac, so that he was the only one left laughing on the street.

"I said that you Jianghu people, don't you have a better sword, the previous Taoist who was going to kill me stabbed the sword off, you are even more exaggerated, and directly broke the sword, hahahaha. ”

He laughed.

But behind him, Li Si quietly raised the hilt of the sword, put it in front of him and looked at it, and asked lightly.

"How do you know when this sword broke? Was it before I killed you, or after I killed you?"

"Ugh. Yin Wuli's laughter stopped abruptly, and he glanced blankly ahead of him, and then lowered his head as if he sensed something.

"Porphyry!" a line of blood gushed out of his throat, blood gushing out.

"Ho, ho. ”

Yin Wuli hurriedly covered his throat, but his legs could only fall to the ground weakly.

He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything anymore, only the blood bubbles between his palms were still gushing, and the red blood was flowing all over the ground.

Li Si slowly turned around, glanced at him, his expression was slightly gloomy, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"You know, you're the first person I killed······"

Yin Wu immediately clutched the unstoppable blood in his throat, but his eyes gradually lost their look, and he fell on the room.

His body rolled down the eaves and down the stairs.

Finally, there was a muffled thud, and he fell on his back in a pool of blood on the road with his eyes open.

As a result, today's Jianghu people saw the third thing they had never seen.

Li Si, killed a person.