c_t(); Two days later, the sun was setting, and it was almost dusk. Between the green mountains and green waters, the breeze blows, the heart is relaxed and pleasant, and people forget to return.

Yan Shan, Wang Yiran and Qiu Yuze had walked out of Shu Road and came to the foot of Ba Mountain, only to see dozens of people in the rivers and lakes gathered in front of a tea shed. The three of them didn't care, and walked over to an empty table and sat down.

At this time, a man in Tsing Yi came to the table of three people, hugged his fist slightly towards Yan Shan, and said in a deep voice: "This brother, can you borrow a sword to take a look?"

Yan Shan smiled slightly, and then presented the long sword.

The man in Tsing Yi held the hilt of his sword, drew his sword out of its sheath, only glanced at it, and turned away without saying a word.

Seeing this, Wang Yiran was curious, and asked casually, "Brother Yan, what's going on?"

Without waiting for Yan Shan to answer, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked, "I don't know what this brother is called?"

Wang Yiran said loudly: "He is the world-famous Yanshan Yan Shaoxia!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Shan was speechless. Those who don't know are not to blame, he can only smile bitterly to himself.

In an instant, dozens of people in the rivers and lakes quickly surrounded them.

Wang Yiran didn't care, and chuckled: "Do you think that more people are great?"

At this time, a middle-aged swordsman slowly walked out of the crowd. He was handsome, his eyes were like bright stars, and there was not a trace between his hands and feet, as if he was one with all things in heaven and earth.

Seeing this person, Wang Yiran and Qiu Yuze's faces changed suddenly, and Yan Shan could only secretly complain in his heart.

This middle-aged swordsman is named Yu Su, known as "Bashan Night Rain", ranked ninth among the top ten masters of the underworld, and his martial arts cultivation is extremely high.

Wang Yiran hugged his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Emei disciple Wang Yiran has seen Yu Daxia!"

Qiu Yuze also saluted.

Yu Su bowed slightly, but his gaze stayed on Yan Shan.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come. Yan Shan was also not polite, and asked casually: "I don't know what Yu Daxia has to say?"

Yu Su said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask Yan Shaoxia, how did the predecessor of the Sword God die?"

Yan Shan asked rhetorically, "What can you do if you learn the truth?"

Yu Su's expression was sad, and he muttered: "The predecessor of the Sword God has a favor with me, and I want to avenge him." ”

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "I am by no means the opponent of the Sword God Senior, but the Sword God Predecessor did die under my sword. ”

Yu Su nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Yan Shaoxia, then you will be offended." ”

Yan Shan couldn't figure out who had the ability to control all this? The sword god Zhuo Bufan was willing to die, and countless underworld masters came one after another, and even Yu Su, who ranked ninth among the top ten underworld masters, was also involved. This person can't be Qin Hui, he definitely doesn't have such prestige. A battle with Yu Su was inevitable, and Yan Shan had to face it calmly. He said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask Yu Daxia, who is the master behind this scene?"

Yu Su shook his head slightly and said softly, "No comment." ”

Yan Shan said calmly: "Then let's fight!"

At this moment, Wang Yiran's heart was in turmoil, he was full of regret, and hurriedly said: "Brother Yan, no!"

Yan Shan said: "This battle is inevitable after all, and Miss Wang doesn't need to blame herself." ”

Wang Yiran said loudly: "Brother Qiu and I can help Brother Yan. ”

Qiu Yuze looked at Yanshan with a firm gaze.

Yan Shan shook his head slightly, and said with a light smile: "The two good intentions Yan Shan has received." ”

While speaking, Yu Su and Yan Shan had already come to a clearing.

A long sword like a blue wave suddenly came out of its sheath, and the blue light shone like the night rain of Bashan. Yu Su stared at the sword body and whispered: "The return date of the gentleman is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool." He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. ”

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath. He followed a strange trajectory, and his sword went sideways, as fast as a ghost.

Yu Su's sword greeted him, his body was light and elegant, like an immortal, not contaminated with a trace of mortal air.

The figures are staggered, the short soldiers are connected, only listening to the sound of "dang", the two figures retreat with one blow, fast as the wind.

Yan Shan held a broken sword in his hand and smiled bitterly.

Yu Su stood with his sword in his hand, his expression indifferent.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yiran did not hesitate and said loudly: "Brother Yan, take the sword." As she spoke, she threw out her sword.

With a "dang chang", the broken sword fell to the ground.

Yan Shan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, pulled the sword out of its sheath, and suddenly felt the cold air. There was a faint chill on this long sword. Yan Shan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "What a cold iron sword! Before he could finish speaking, he stabbed out with a sword.

Yu Su did not hesitate, and raised his sword to meet him.

The figures are staggered, the two long swords keep colliding, and one after another sparks suddenly bloom, as bright as stars. Yu Su's sword is majestic, like heavy rain, terrifying and pervasive. Yanshan responded calmly, taking offense as defense, stabbing out with each sword, directly taking the vital point, attacking the enemy's place must be saved, and miraculous results have been seen repeatedly.

The two of them became faster and faster, turning into two phantoms. I saw two sword lights crisscrossing and dazzling.

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart. This terrifying killing intent spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Yu Su's heart. The body of the Cold Iron Sword was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying.

Yu Su was unconsciously sad, there were faint tears flashing in his eyes, and a kind of desolation and sadness was born in his heart. This kind of desolation and sadness permeated all around, straight into the depths of Yanshan's heart. There is a faint invisible sword aura surrounding the body of the blue wave sword, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

The killing is ruthless, the desolation and sadness are deep in love, the two restrain each other, and Yan Shan and Yu Su both suffer great pain.

The willows are green and the river is level, and the Langjiang River is singing. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny. Ruthlessness and affection may only be between a thought.

The two phantoms kept changing, the sword light flickered, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, stirring up a circle of ripples and dispersing in all directions.

After a hundred moves, Yu Su has gained the upper hand. Yanshan is not afraid, with the belief that he will win, although he has been in danger, he has not taken half a step back.

Finally, Yu Su stabbed out with a sword, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and went straight to Yan Shan's chest.

With this sword, Yan Shan couldn't dodge. He smiled indifferently and swung his sword, looking at death as if it were home.

The two sword lights came in an instant, and the success or failure of life and death was only in an instant. At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the two long swords.

At this moment, Yan Shan's figure suddenly accelerated, and he actually won the first half move with the remnant figure method. He has not revealed the remnant body method, just waiting for this final fatal blow.

Yu Su felt bad, but it was too late.

The cold iron sword slashed through Yu Su's throat, leaving a shallow blood mark. The Bibo Sword stabbed into Yan Shan's chest, but only the flesh and skin were injured.

With a "dang bang", the Bibo sword fell to the ground. Yu Su slowly fell, his eyes revealing three points of grievance and seven points of relief. A strong man in the world has come to an end, I don't know if it's sad or happy?

Yan Shan looked at Yu Su quietly, thoughtful.

Seeing Yu Su defeated and killed, dozens of people in the rivers and lakes were unusually calm.

The man in Tsing Yi walked slowly, his steps heavy but firm. He picked up the Bibo Sword, offered it with both hands, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Boss Yu has explained that if he dies in battle, this sword will belong to Yan Shaoxia, please accept it." ”

Yan Shan did not hesitate, taking the sword with both hands, thoughtfully.

After that, dozens of people in the rivers and lakes left, and also took Yu Su's body with them.

Wang Yiran and Qiu Yuze breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yanshan intently, and admiration arose.

(End of chapter) Killing the sword