Between the bloody stumps, the young man walked slowly.

Not far away, the man in black who was sitting upright stood up and looked at the young man with complicated eyes.

Then he took a step forward and said, "You are very good, young man. ”

Before Xiao Feng could say anything, he said again, "But you can't win." ”

Xiao Feng nodded, he didn't ask why the man in black was here, why he didn't look like this, why he didn't kill those people, but smiled, "But I want to try." ”

Although he was curious about many things, he knew that this person must be involuntarily, so he had no intention of revealing people's scars.

The man in black didn't speak, his eyes fell on Xiao Feng, and he raised his hand slightly.

There is no need for a screaming declaration of earth-shattering ghosts, this is already the answer.

Both are bland people to the extreme.

Xiao Feng squinted slightly, took a deep breath, and asked, "Senior's name?"

The black-robed man was stunned, his eyes a little confused.

How long has it been since no one asked this question? 10 years, or 100 years, or hundreds of years.

After being silent for a while, he whispered, "Luo Shuhui." ”

Xiao Feng frowned.

How familiar he is with this name.

Three hundred years ago, the Wenguan chess player who made the world's chess players bend their waists, the name Luo Shu returned.

The leader of the Fulong list who said the arrogant words of 'I am in the rivers and lakes, and heaven and man also need to bend their waists', is named Luoshu.

Laughing for Bojiaren, the person who planned to help Qiao Gang be on an equal footing with the Poplar League for a few years was called Luo Shuhui.

The Emperor of Yougu promised to be called the honor of the national teacher, but he resolutely refused, boldly called the temple boring person, and called Luo Shuhui.

Not long ago, Qingyun's trip, the person who really recognized Qi Xian from Qingyun Academy before him, was named Luoshu.

The two major contemporary chess players, Luo Qianyuan and Luo Fuchen, the one who vowed to catch up, was named Luo Shuhui.

Just without waiting for Xiao Feng to ask more, Luo Shuhui had already raised his hand, and a cold aura surged from his hand, slamming towards Xiao Feng.

There is no strong plucking of the qi machine, and there is only an indescribable subtle meaning.

Xiao Feng frowned, grabbed a wisp of qi with one hand, his five fingers were like hooks, and the qi was entwined, as if there was a huge long sword in his hand, and his wrist shook slightly, and the sword shot out like a meteor.

One blow to the hand, silently.

Xiao Feng floated and retreated, only to feel the qi and blood in his body churning, and his face couldn't help but be solemn.

"Oh, you've gotten there. Luo Shuhui let out a light sigh, "If you are congenital, I can't help you, it's a pity." ”

He was extremely domineering and simply slammed into Xiao Feng.

There are no moves.

Just collide and run over.

Everything is extremely simple, and there are no flaws.

Obviously, the man was watching the battle and had already gained insight into the young man's method of dealing with the enemy.

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, and immediately felt the great danger in it, but he didn't choose to avoid it, but rushed forward in stride.

Countless sword qi suddenly rose from his body.

The general trend is sharp and pressing.

Whether it is gravel or an air engine, it forms a huge whirlpool.

The fist gang and the sword qi collided together, and the surrounding suddenly burst into roars.

Xiao Feng snorted and retreated a few feet, and the bones on his body made countless muffled sounds in an instant, crackling, almost bursting.

His body was too weak in the end, and he had endured too much qi, even if the sword intent was lost, it was inevitable that the qi in his body would be turbulent.

Luo Shuhui looked at the young man, and the depths of his eyes were instantly filled with a complex look that was difficult to describe in words.

He thought that he would never remember what he had forgotten, but now there were many more images in his mind.

In his early years, he was crowned with civil and military affairs, a lupine scarf, and the canopy disappeared when he talked and laughed.

The geniuses of that era sprung up in an endless stream, but he was the leader and led the world's heroes to bend their waists.

He spurned the height of the temple, disdained flattery in the rivers and lakes, and even said 'I am in the rivers and lakes, and heaven and man also need to bend their waists'.

The world is as big as I am.

He is a wise man, a martial artist, and a madman.

Until he met the woman.

That year, he wore a sword in a green shirt, and she wore a red shirt with dancing sleeves.

He looked at the calm and indifferent in her eyes, the fairy arrogance, heroism and chivalry, and there was no squeamishness of a woman.

At that time, he thought, women are not allowed to shave their eyebrows, and this should be the case.

It is such a very unreasonable thing for a person to walk into the heart of another person.

Later, he was involved in the rivers and lakes for her and helped her go up the floor alone, but he didn't know how time had changed, things were not people, and he gradually drifted away, only to wake up and forget the single word.

Later, he was disheartened, went to Qingyun, and broke through the three sages, just to ask for an answer, but in the end he found that it was a mistake.

The word love is the most hurtful, but how many people in the world can see through?

Seventh-order questioning, has he walked through?

In the eyes of others, it is, but in his opinion, the ground has already been drawn as a prison, otherwise how can he be punished by heaven and man, and how can he turn a blind eye to the rivers and lakes?

In the end, what about the crown of civil and martial arts, he was not forced into the dark canyon by life, and was born as a corpse of a celestial man who needed to see him bend his waist in his mouth.

How ironic?

And so will the boy.

He took a deep breath, the turbulent emotions in his eyes gone.

It's just a moment of trance, which has given Xiao Feng too many opportunities.

He wasn't Xiao Feng, not to mention that the little bit of consciousness that remained was not enough to distract him.

A master's move is enough in an instant.

Xiao Feng snapped his fingers, and a sword qi rose up, breaking through the gang qi, breaking through the layers of barriers, and landing on his forehead accurately.

Then, a sword mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and black blood flowed down the tip of his nose.

Luo Shu shook his body back.

Xiao Feng was unforgiving, his body swept by, almost turning into an afterimage, and he came to Luo Shu in an instant, and Yin Xue swept by.

Luo Shuhui raised his hand like a sky, his hands propped up, and a circle of terrifying qi waves that were visible to the naked eye suddenly rippled under his feet.

A snort rang out in the air.

Xiao Feng's face turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Shuhui also had his robe torn, and his arms trembled slightly.

This is already a life-for-life style of play.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath.

A grand sword intent appeared in the dim sky.

"Is this time for life and death?" Luo Shuhui muttered, "What a pity. ”

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand and shook the void, and a majestic qi machine condensed into a long dragon, like a big wave throwing the tide, the wave hit the waterfront, and suddenly threw out.

Xiao Feng's face was solemn, and his figure flashed suddenly, in front of a sword, after a sword, and after a sword, the sword momentum became more and more intense, like a cloud surging and swept away.

The long dragon came out of the water, smashed the sword qi one after another, the continuous thunder exploded, and the offensive followed one after another, and the two sides were deadlocked, all of which were wiped out.

Luo Shu returned to learn the sword, and he could say that Xiao Feng had also reached this point, which was enough to see that he was Xiao Feng's predecessor, and the person who used the sword abandoned the sword and did not use it, and broke it and then stood up, which is the most terrible thing.

He twisted his wrist again, and it seemed that a chain was thrown straight towards Xiao Feng, and the momentum was magnificent.

Xiao Feng still didn't dodge, and one after another sword qi flew out from his fingertips, like dancing swords in the snow when he was young, and like freehand splashing ink in the water chestnut lake.

The sword intent pecked at the sword intent, and the chain was already flying ash before it reached the front of him.

And the grand sword intent above the young man's head was condensed, and it became more and more breathtaking.

Luo Shuhui frowned.

This young man is actually learning the sword, borrowing his sword to understand the sword.

He wants to break through the innate with this?!