"Is that you?" Jiao Qianqian walked out of the store slowly with elegant steps.

"It's me. He still smiled softly.

"Dugu Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you found a place where no one was there and died secretly......!

Hongyu raised her head, her mouth pouted for some reason, and seeing the vinegar in her eyes, Dugu Yan knew why she was angry.

"Ruby, I really miss you...... Don't blame me, though. Dugu Yan put one hand around her waist and slammed it into her arms. The other hand was inexplicably pressed on the hilt of the sword.

The sword snapped out of its scabbard. The sword was casually struck without any hostility. With a gentle wave of his hand, it is naturally like a maple leaf on Xiangshan, which will turn red in autumn.

As if it were the way it should have been, he should have died by his own sword.

The enemy's knife was domineering, and it crossed over, cutting the red jade into two pieces along with Dugu Yan.

Like a galloping wild horse or an angry buffalo, he will challenge all powerful enemies. Even the lions on the grassland, when they see him, they must be afraid and retreat, he is a symbol of strength, and he will defeat all opponents with overwhelming momentum. And Dugu Yan is like an insignificant nail on his way forward, he can crush him effortlessly.

The flying sand and gravel are enough to witness his strength. The people around who were watching the excitement avoided all around, for fear of being affected.

Su Xiaomei looked at her in a panic, she wanted to know her brother's inner thoughts, why didn't he move to the rescue? Does he want Dugu Yan to die at the hands of others?

His sword wasn't too cold to be embellished, or it was too strong to be retouched. Whether it's a galloping wild horse or an angry buffalo, they are all part of nature, coming from nature and returning to dust, which is called circulation, which is yin and yang.

Quicksand can't stop the turbulence. People, no matter how powerful they are, can't let the sun rise from the west, the sun rises and the moon sets, the birds chirp, no one can change the laws of nature, seemingly soft and harmless time, but can destroy the body of any strong person, they will eventually perish.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to freeze, everything around him became dim, the wind also stopped, and the power of nature poured into his sword.

He had no moves to speak of, and he couldn't see which swordsmanship he used, and Su Chaotian had never seen it.

"Is this his new trick?" Su Chaotian looked at with good eyes.

Yes, that's his new trick. The white bones in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave in the Western Regions hold a bronze ancient sword, and the sword moves are extremely domineering.

And the sword book that Dugu Yan finally got recorded was the sword style of the white bones. And what Dugu Yan is using at the moment is not the move on the sword spectrum, but the move specially used to restrain the sword move on the sword spectrum.

The enemy's fierce broadsword, its power is not like the bronze ancient sword, domineering, arrogant, ferocious......

Dugu Yan's sword walked very slowly, slow to the extreme, it was indescribably fast.

The sword could clearly pierce the opponent's body first, because he shot too early, and the early was just right.

Where the sword was caused, the enemy robbed three inches under his armpit, which was where his life was.

The enemy did not flinch, because it was too late to retreat now, and if he forcibly retreated, he would only take a sword in vain, which was too cost-effective for him. So he desperately moved forward, trying to break the net with Dugu Yanyu.

That's when the shift came.

It turned out that Dugu Yan had something else hidden in this move. I saw that his sword drew an arc in mid-air, and then from the bottom to the top, it held the big sword of the enemy.

This sudden change surprised everyone present.

"What kind of move is this? Deadly move......

"How can such a small sword be able to block such a big sword?"

"Unless the knife is papier-mâché ......"

"Dugu Yan is really a praying arm authority, and he has insulted the prestige of the three evils!"

......

A group of pretentious martial arts personnel pointed fingers and made irresponsible remarks.

Where the sword touches the sword, there is a sizzling sound, accompanied by bursts of sparks. The face of the enemy tribulation slowly changed from smug to surprised.

He had never seen such a strange internal strength, the power of the big sword seemed to pour into the ground, and the body seemed to fall into the abyss, with nowhere to borrow strength, and could not exert any more strength. And the force that poured into the earth suddenly doubled and rebounded, and all of it was returned to himself.

It's like slapping your own mouth, and you can't stop it, because your hand is not your own, and you don't listen to your own command. If he barely defends, then the next moment he will lose his most precious life.

"Ah~ha!" the enemy shouted, trying to break free from the predicament, but the more intense he struggled, the more painful his body became.

The sweaty enemy robber, and the hippie smiling Duguyan, where do the two stick to. The enemy is holding the knife in both hands, while Dugu Yan is holding the sword in one hand, and Ling is holding the big girl like a flower and jade in one hand.

Whoever comes to see it can only say: "The enemy robbed you of acting, what a real look!"

But only the person concerned knows how painful and torturous the moment of confronting Dugu Yan was......

Dugu Yanjue's sword suddenly leaned downward, breaking the balance that made the enemy rob painful, and the sword was raised, and the big knife weighing hundreds of catties suddenly flew into the air.

The enemy only felt that these hands were sour and numb, and he was unconscious.

One move, that's all, everything is clear, the enemy has lost, and Dugu Yan has not used all his strength. That's the way it is, it's incredible. Losing is inexplicable, and winning is a matter of course.

When the gentle hand, holding the gentle sword, gently rested on the neck of the enemy, he finally couldn't hold back his tears.

He was born like a man who stood up to the sky, although his ugly appearance made people feel annoying, but he definitely couldn't imagine that he would cry.

"Why? Why ......" that simple sword move negates everything about him.

The broadsword was about to fall, rubbing against the air and making a gurgling sound.

The enemy raised his head and used his neck to meet his blade, and at that moment he finally felt that he still had some dignity.

But his knife, the moment it touched his neck, exploded, and the fragments flying everywhere, like shrapnel, did not have the power of one-thousandth of shrapnel. The only remaining bit of dignity of the enemy was ruthlessly erased by him.

"Want to die?" Dugu Yan asked softly.

The enemy replied simply: "Yes." ”

Dugu Yan smiled softly: "But I won't let you die." ”

"Death is my freedom. The answer was still very simple. Cool rivers and lakes