Although the six swords had just come out together, almost exhausted the internal strength of the whole body, the moment he walked out of the book pavilion, the energy transmitted to the old man's body roared up along the blood veins like mountains and seas pouring, and instantly filled the depleted dantian.

And the energy that had been roaring like a trapped beast before, after filling the dantian like this, miraculously quieted down. When Zhao Wu'an swung Luo Shen Fu, those qi that had just entered the body immediately obediently came out and attached to the giant sword.

A strange emotion rose in Zhao Wuxin's heart. "I see, it's not that the qi that has been transmitted to me has such a great destructive power, but that the qi that has been deliberately set aside in advance to get out of the Silent Array......

Luo Shenfu's sword body trembled slightly, and it flowed out through Zhao Wu'an's dantian, and the faint blue qi attached to the blade suddenly showed a touch of purple rhyme in the night.

The tip of the sword flowed with glow, and Zhao Wu'an lifted the sword, pointing directly at Han Xiuzhu from afar, and the sword intent swallowed the sky.

Han Xiuzhu, who was guarding the door of the Book Pavilion, was shocked, took a few steps back, and said in a trembling voice: "No, it's impossible! How did you get out of there......

Zhao Wu'an strolled out of the book pavilion and thought about it inside. With his current cultivation, it is not difficult to directly kill Han Xiuzhu here, and without this person's entanglement, it will be much easier to get out of the Han Mansion. It's just that if you have a grudge against that first-class swordsman, I'm afraid that my life in Bianliang won't be better in the future.

What's more, although Han Xiuzhu is arrogant, his mental talent is one of the best among the teenagers he has ever seen. Rao is Zhao Wu'an, and it is inevitable that there is a little bit of pity in his heart.

Afraid of Luo Shenfu's surging sword intent, Han Xiuzhu and the guards beside him had not yet rushed up, Zhao Wu'an took the opportunity to say to An Qing: "You should come a few days earlier than me, how familiar can you be with the terrain of this Han Mansion?"

An Qing frowned and thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "I know the two ways in and out, but I don't ...... The fact that you were able to touch that pond was a big surprise to me. ”

"Then you'll show the way. Zhao Wu'an picked up An Qing, his clothes flashed, and his body swept in like a flying swallow and fell into the crowd.

Han Xiuzhu was furious: "You bastard!"

Luo Shenfu turned around the crowd deftly like a dancing leader, and anyone who was close enough to touch An Qing and Zhao Wu'an was instantaneously torn apart by the sword qi, and he himself flew far away, falling to the ground with a bang, unconscious.

An Qingqi, who was sitting on Zhao Wu'an's shoulder, said: "Why are you so much more secure than not long ago?"

“...... Showing the way. Zhao Wu'an lowered the corners of his eyebrows helplessly.

"Oooh. An Qing hurriedly sat upright, "Anyway, rush out of this courtyard first! I'll take a look...... Then it should be to the right!"

Luo Shen endowed the sword with great light, opening up a way in the crowd like a mountain. Zhao Wu'an stepped into a thunderous step, instantly leaving behind a group of Han family guards and quickly swept out of the courtyard gate.

In front of him was a small road leading from front to back, and on the right hand side, sure enough, another team of guards rushed towards the two.

"Don't want to go!" Han Xiuzhu's voice came from behind him. The sound of drawing a knife and breaking the wind is also approaching at a high speed.

Zhao Wu'an's lips moved: "Su curtain cover, magpie stepping branches, poppy beauty." ”

The three flying swords suddenly appeared on their own sides, blocking Han Xiuzhu's attack in the form of a lattice.

Zhao Wu'an freed up one hand to hold An Qing tightly, held Luo Shenfu with one hand, and faced the crowd at the end of the path, exhaling softly.

An Qing felt a burst of nervousness for no reason.

"How do you go after that, do you go to the end or turn out in the middle?" asked Zhao Wu'an.

An Qing was stunned and said, "This ...... If you can climb over the wall, you can go straight out when you get to the end. ”

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly: "If I knew that you knew the way, I wouldn't run blindly." ”

An Qing said angrily: "You didn't ask me first!"

"Got it, got it. Zhao Wu'an said.

Three zhang away, Han Xiuzhu swung his sword to split the three flying swords that were blocking in front of him, and roared.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were fierce: "Qingge!"

The pulsatilla flew out from under his sleeve as if he had been edicted, weaving a vast blue light, which instantly submerged the two of them. Han Xiuzhu deceived and approached with a knife that immediately cut into the air.

The guards of the Han family, who rushed in with instruments in hand, were also stunned. As far as the eye can see, there is a vast blue light, and there is no figure in it.

In the depths of the mist-like light, the thunderbolt sounded.

Han Xiuzhu frowned and sneered: "The blinding method is too lame!"

Zhao Wu'an's light skills were accompanied by a thunderous sound, even though everyone was so blinded by this blue light that they didn't know the direction, but the location where the thunder step sounded must be where Zhao Wu'an was!

Han Xiuzhu suddenly raised his knife and rushed forward, and the cold horizontal knife slashed out a terrible half-arc in the air.

Like the waning moon half set, like a quiet lake.

The sword light split through the weaving blue light, but what greeted him was the roaring energy.

Han Xiuzhu did not retreat but advanced, and said with a cruel smile: "Don't want to go!"

The horizontal knife slashed horizontally in mid-air, suddenly twisting at a sharp angle, pointing in front of the slashing step.

This must be the place where the white-clothed layman goes!

Clang!

The sword light and sword shadows were numerous, and the sharp sword qi that rushed to his face cut off Han Xiuzhu's pitch-black hair, sweeping away like a broken flower.

Pulsatilla roared through the crowd, and the green light quickly turned from prosperity to decline.

The moment the light faded, Han Xiuzhu suddenly lost his mind.

"What!"

In front of his horizontal sword, it was the Bodhisattva Man and Cai Mulberry who were beheaded in one place.

Although the appearance of the two swords is different, the sword qi is incomparable, and Han Xiuzhu received a full sword from Han Xiuzhu head-on, but it didn't stop ringing, and there was no sign of retreating.

On the other side of the path, behind dozens of Han Mansion guards, Zhao Wu'an was dressed in white and landed leisurely.

He looked back, Luo Shenfu roared in the air, and the six swords flew back in the air like a flock of birds returning to their nests, hanging behind him.

The surging sword intent almost wants to reach the heavens and the earth.

All the guards of the Han Mansion were oppressed by this vast tide of sword intent, and their faces turned pale, and they knelt on their knees, unable to move at all.

Where is this still the white-clothed swordsman on the pool a few days ago, and now the strength around Zhao Wu'an's body is enough to be released ten feet away, which is a great atmosphere like a fake!

Han Xiuzhu's face was pale, sweat was like rain, and his trembling hands could barely hold the horizontal knife.

Since the white-clothed swordsman disappeared from the library, his father uncharacteristically stopped pursuing it and led the people to withdraw. Han Xiuzhu was unwilling to stop there, so he took a team of guards to wait here, God knows what kind of fate he encountered, and he was able to raise his skills to such a realm between teas?!

"You...... You ......"

Knowing that it was impossible to stop Zhao Wu'an on his own tonight, although Han Xiuzhu was indignant in his chest, he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

is not only afraid of the surging qi around Zhao Wu'an, but what makes him most angry is still the cruel pain of not knowing and not being able to fight.

He is the future head of the Han family, and he is destined to inherit the world's first sword, but now he is helpless even a swordsman of unknown origin, allowing the other party to run rampant in his backyard.

The pupils of his eyes gradually became crimson with pain, and the anger of shame almost burst out of his chest.

Just as he was almost uncontrollably about to rush forward to fight Zhao Wu'an to the death, the voice of the white-clothed swordsman fell into his ears.

"There is no need to mourn, in another ten years, I will not be as good as you. ”

In just twelve words, it sounds innate lazy and cold, but it doesn't seem to be as lonely as fireworks in the world. In the final analysis, the white-clothed swordsman in front of him still spoke like an ordinary person.

If there are three more points in the market, the tone is almost no different from that of the peddlers in the Bianliang market.

Han Xiuzhu raised his head in a daze, speechless.

Zhao Wu'an sighed lightly, shook his body, and crossed the wall in white clothes.

Climbing over two low walls, what appears in front of you is the unpretentious bluestone streets of Bianliang City.

As far as the eye can see, the east city of Bianliang at night is dark, and there are occasionally a few lights, and they are all restaurants that stay all night. The towers have been reduced to giant beasts that lie dormant in the dark, and the noise of the day is like two places.

Zhao Wu'an settled indifferently at the root of the wall, and then put down An Qing on his shoulder.

As soon as he landed, An Qing's eyes turned red, she got close to her body, hugged Zhao Wu'an tightly, and buried her head in his chest.

Zhao Wuan said helplessly: "Okay, okay." ”

"I'm sorry. ”

A thousand words, and when they finally squeezed into their mouths, only these three words remained.

Zhao Wu'an raised his arm and gently rubbed her hair.

"As for you, you don't have to be so out of sight with me. Well, although this thing is something you didn't do right. ”

An Qing raised her head angrily and stared at him.

“...... But I'd like to know why you're doing it more than chasing. Zhao Wu'an continued, "Break into Bianliang alone, infiltrate the Han Mansion, and listen to the dialogue between Han Xiuzhu and the Greedy Demon Palace, I believe you can't do these things for no reason." I was in danger before, and I didn't have time to ask, but now that I'm out of danger, you have to explain the ins and outs well. ”

An Qing bit her lip and said in a voice like a fine line: "I still have to say I'm sorry." If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have risked your life. ”

Let's not talk about making a big fuss about the Han Mansion, it is the most fatal to sacrifice all the family wealth in front of Han Kuo, a first-class master.

From Jiang Longyi's investigation in the teahouse to this place, if Zhao Wu'an still wants to correct the name of Jialan An Xulie, he will definitely continue to deal with the Han Mansion in the future. At that time, if he confronts Han Kuo again, he will be at an absolute disadvantage.

But that's also a matter for the future, it's not like there are no clues at the moment, so let's listen to An Qing's investigation first, and then make a decision.

Although the six flying swords can be retracted into the sleeve, Luo Shenfu can only carry it on his shoulders, fortunately, the night is dark at this time, and if you deal with it carefully, you should not encounter any trouble.

Zhao Wu'an turned around and shook An Qing's hand. "Let's go, when I see Hu Buxi, I'll tell you about it from beginning to end. ”

Just as he took a step, half a street away, the gate of the Han Mansion suddenly opened.

An awe-inspiring aura originated from the gate of the Han Mansion and stirred up half of the eastern city.

Zhao Wu'an subconsciously raised Luo Shenfu to resist the qi and protected An Qing behind him, but the white clothes around him were still cut by this roaring knife qi Countless fine cracks.

In all directions, the originally silent streets suddenly resounded with the sound of things breaking, and the debris of countless wooden lattice lanterns rushed to the face, almost filling the eye sockets.

Zhao Wuxin was shocked: Could this be the true power of the Bahai Sword Technique made by Han Kuo, who is known as the world's first sword?

Just a starting move, the power is enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

Knowing that the other party was locking himself with a qi machine, but the realm gap was like a world apart, Rao is Zhao Wu'an and Han Kuo were separated by half a street, but at this time, they already knew that they could not escape this catastrophe.

After all, he is the first-class master of the Han family, and after all, he is the first knife in the world.

Zhao Wuxin stepped down, his hands clenched Luo Shenfu, and his eyes were fierce.

An Qing worried: "No An ......"

Just when the arrow was about to be launched, the terrifying sword intent suddenly dissipated without a trace.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned.

In front of the door of the Han Mansion, which has been rarely opened for many years, the black-crowned man in the ink shirt waved leisurely: "It is worthy of the sword, the head of the Han family has a heroic demeanor, and Zelai admires it." ”

The Mo knife, which had been unsheathed, was retracted into its sheath.

The murderous aura in Han Kuo's eyes gradually dissipated, and he turned back to a smile and said, "Brother Ouyang, it's funny." ”