On the official road, a gray-clothed man in front of him took advantage of the night to desperately flee forward, like a wisp of smoke, intermittently in the sight of pedestrians.

About a mile later, a young man in white walked along the low bushes beside the official road, chasing the gray-clothed man in front of him with all his might. And his profundity is that of an old man with a white beard.

Sparsely populated, the line of sight widens. The old man behind him was quite capable, although he had been running for nearly two hours, his breathing was not chaotic at all, and when he saw something suspicious, he hurriedly caught up with the young man in white in front of him, and said, "Third son, be careful of deceit." ”

Sure enough, the man in gray stopped in front of a pile of rocks, his back to them.

"The two of them have chased from Yecheng all the way here, and their light skills are really not weak. The man in gray spoke, his voice crisp, clearly a young man. "Hmph, it's a pity that even if you can catch me, you won't be able to kill me. The man in gray just said lightly, but that kind of invisible confidence made the young man in white involuntarily believe his words.

"Who is Your Excellency, and what is your enmity with my Ye Cheng?"

"Me?" replied the man in gray, turning slowly. The white-clothed young man gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, as if his every light movement was aimed at his own flaws. "Haha, I can't imagine that the white-clothed swordsman in Ye City is so vulnerable!"

The white-clothed young man's face was slightly red, but he didn't dare to relax at all, and secretly exercised his skills, only to see a long sword as thin as autumn water with a layer of shadow and frost aura. Seeing this, the gray-clothed man looked moved, and he was upright: "It seems that you are worthy of my hands!" Zai Xia is just a killer, he loves swords and is obsessed, and he is called a sword idiot!"

"Nine days away, Yin Long Yi sword!" The young man in white was not afraid, but laughed and said: "How fortunate is Qiu, he actually knows how to be a sword idiot on the shore of this water, haha." "It turns out that this person is the sword idiot among the seven famous swords of Yehu in the famous country. Its whereabouts are uncertain, and no one knows its origin, but every time he shoots out his sword, he will alarm Ye Hu.

The sword idiot didn't answer, and slowly put his right hand on the scabbard. His face was wooden, but it seemed to have boundless sorrow.

"The third son, kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife. Let's try his 'Nine Heavens Away, Yin Dragon One Sword'!" The old man made a move before the young man in white, and the knife in his right sleeve shot at the front chest of the sword idiot, and his left hand was hidden in the sleeve, but it was his stunt "Cold Moon Finger".

The young man in white knew in his heart that the old man was the first to make a move in order to let himself see the sword idiot's earth-shattering move.

The knife in his sleeve shone in the cold moonlight, and he drove like lightning. The sword idiot was as steady as a mountain, seeing that the knife in his sleeve was less than an inch away from his chest, Fang took a slow breath, interlocked the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and flicked it lightly, and actually ejected this thunderous knife!

The old man knew that something was wrong, so he took his left hand lightly, and the knife in his sleeve was like a flying swallow, and he cut towards the sword idiot. It turned out that the end of the knife was tied with a thin iron chain.

The sword idiot is out of the sword.

The entire empty land seemed to have suddenly fallen into the land of death. Then, a little silver light exploded, and half the sky was brilliant in exhalation.

The young man in white was extremely surprised, and thought to himself, even though I am in the same "Seven Swords" as him, I am afraid that I will not be able to resist this mysterious blow! Before he could come out of the "cold moon finger" that had been immersed all his life, he died on this moonlit night.

The sword idiot still stood quietly, as if the earth-shattering blow had nothing to do with him, as if he had never moved, and as if he was moving all the time.

The young man in white didn't dare to be careless, stared at the long sword in his hand and said: "The name of the sword in Qiu's hand is Bingxue, which has been silent for decades. As soon as the young man in white finished speaking, he saw that the sword body, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, seemed to be blown by the wind, and it sounded lightly. The air around him froze, gradually forming large snow particles, which continued to rotate around the sword body that was as bright as autumn water.

The sword idiot's heart is dark, and the snowflake sword technique really deserves its reputation. His left foot took a half-step outward, his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, his eyes were like lightning, and he was ready to strike.