In today's world, there are no more than ten people who have seen the Shadow Blade Technique and are still alive.

Even these ten people, most of them are old people who are already in their twilight, and they are even so old that they have to struggle to even move their eyelids.

Zhao Wu'an had never heard of this kind of thing, it was someone else who had just told him.

The knife around his neck was actually taken down quickly, but the murderous aura from a few steps away was still fierce, almost forcing him to breathe.

At first glance, however, it was empty.

"So, you're a lucky man. From this moment on, there is one more person in the world who has seen the Qingying Sword Technique. ”

The person who spoke stood at the gate of the Great Xiangguo Temple, separated from Zhao Wu'an by nearly ten zhang, but his voice seemed to be close to his ears. Before he could speak, Zhao Wu'an didn't even see him.

The man had also reached his twilight years, his beard was snow-white, his face was wrinkled, and he wore a pure black robe, and his posture was still upright.

Under the pressure of the two qi machines, Zhao Wuan felt that it was difficult for him to even move his fingers.

Even when Miao Jiang faced Du Shenquan and the Five Poisons Sect Master, or fought against Ouyang Zelai at the top of Huaixing Pavilion, Zhao Wu'an had never experienced the feeling of being so controlled by others.

Although he was indeed hit by a hidden weapon in his knee and his body was poisoned, he did not feel uncomfortable along the way.

If the physical condition at this time is not due to poisoning, then the old man standing in front of him is very likely to have reached a staggering level.

The old man standing by the door paused, raised his hand to his mouth, and coughed twice.

However, until this moment, Han Jiege had not put away his proud Clear Shadow Sword Technique. In other words, your life is still hanging by a thread. ”

Zhao Wu'an frowned.

"Dare to ask the seniors what they want to do here?"

If he had been killed, he would have done so a long time ago, and there was no need to delay it until now.

And these two people, the nameless old man standing at the door and Han Jiege, who was close to him but still nowhere to be seen, did not make a move.

The old man by the door clasped his hands and waved at him from a distance.

"The old man's name is Rong Xingsha, and he was ordered by the Son of Heaven to come to kill you. ”

His voice was old and deep, as if he had asked thousands of miles of wilderness alone, groaning all the way.

Hearing this, Zhao Wuan's heart was half cold.

If this old man really came to kill him, then he simply had no room to fight back.

"But I still have a question in my heart. Han Jiege in front of you also has a question in his heart. If you can answer those two questions, we will not easily kill you even if we disobey. ”

Zhao Wu'an could hear his heart beating.

"Senior, please speak. ”

"Then the old man asks first. Rong Xingsha pondered, "What is the connection between you calling yourself Zhao Wu'an and the Jialan An Xulie who died on the border of the Great Song Dynasty back then?"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, and couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness in his heart. smiled bitterly: "This is called how the juniors respond." ”

Rong Xingsha looked at him nervously.

"The younger generation used to be Garan Anxulie. ”

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Wu'an said.

I saw Rong Xingsha tremble suddenly, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look, "Then ...... you now?"

"But alas, it's not anymore. Zhao Wu'an raised his head.

Rong Xingsha was stunned.

"I used to want to be him, to stand by his side and to achieve my dreams with him. But he later died under the sword of the Khitan Iron Horseman. Before he died, he made me live for myself. ”

Zhao Wu'an said word by word: "But I respect him." If a person dies for his confidant, Garan gives me his life, and if I want to pay this life for Garan again, I will not hesitate. ”

Rong Xingsha was stunned for a long time, shuddered and closed his eyes, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and fell into dry eye lines.

"So, you're really not his ......"

"Jialan An Xulie has died outside the gate, how can he come back from the dead?" Zhao Wu'an's words carried a touch of loneliness, but they were still crisp and neat.

Rong Xingsha seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and closed his eyes for a while without answering.

On the contrary, it was the sword intent that had been pressing in front of Zhao Wu'an, and suddenly stopped.

In the next moment, a thin knife man wrapped in black gauze appeared in front of him, revealing only a pair of eyes. The eye sockets are deep-set and the expression is withered.

Zhao Wu'an was taken aback, and subconsciously stepped back, only to find that the knife was on his neck again at some point.

"You ......" he couldn't figure out what was going on.

What kind of supernatural power did the man in front of him have, hiding his body, or was he able to cross a distance of miles in an instant and appear directly in front of the enemy?

Either case is too scary, and it's definitely not something that mortals can do.

"I asked, you answered. I'll only ask once, and your answer will be yes or no. ”

The thin knifeman's voice was hoarse, like a lonely wolf outside the gate.

Zhao Wu'an resisted fear and nodded.

"Are you Luo Jianqi's apprentice?" the swordsman said word by word.

Zhao Wu'an lowered his head, thought for a while, and hesitated: "It can't be regarded as his own apprentice......

A hint of loneliness flashed in the swordsman's eyes.

Then, he said lightly: "In that case, let's go down to Huangquan." ”

To put it lightly.

Then he raised the knife in his hand, and the black figure disappeared in a flash, and disappeared from Zhao Wu'an's sight in a blink of an eye.

The cruel and ruthless killing intent rushed to his face, and Zhao Wuxin was horrified.

Even the opponent's people can't see it, how can they block this sharp blade!?

But there was no time to hesitate, Zhao Wuxin moved, and the six flying swords were unsheathed together, forming a protective body true qi around his body that was fragile to the swordsman.

After all, if this is really the Qingying Sword Technique, then in front of Zhao Wu'an at this time is Han Jiege, who has already moved the entire rivers and lakes sixty years ago.

Twenty years ago, he came out with a knife on the starry night, and since then he has completely disappeared from everyone's field of vision, why did he suddenly appear at the door of this Great Xiangguo Temple now, stop the door, and kill Zhao Wu'an?

Just when Zhao Wuxin was in a mess, Rong Xingsha, who was standing by the door, suddenly shouted: "Back!"

Behind?

The murderous aura in front of him was gathering like a wave, as if he was going to swallow Zhao Wu'an in the next moment.

What's the point of looking behind the scenes at this time?

The question only flashed through my mind.

Zhao Wu'an found the answer in an instant.

I see.

The fingers that had been pinched into the sword were about to be raised to point forward, but they were retracted to their chests at the last moment.

And the six flying swords hanging around him also turned behind him at that moment, forming a ring-shaped sword formation, tightly guarding Zhao Wu'an's back.

Bang Dang!

The blades intersected with the blades, creating a dazzling fire.

Zhao Wu'an took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, distancing himself from the swordsman behind him, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

A low roar came from behind him: "Rong Xingsha!

Rong Xingsha has a complex complexion.

Blocking Han Jige's knife, Zhao Wu'an did not relax, he quickly turned around, controlled the six swords, and waited for the battle.

The secret of the so-called Qingying Knife Technique is actually just the two words that Rong Xingsha reminded.

Behind.

Han Jige will not be invisible at all and will not travel thousands of miles, all he does is to use black clothes to disguise himself as a shadow and hide behind his opponent's back.

The higher the realm, the more vast the qi is. The gas machine of a master of a product can often make people breathless.

Han Jiege did the opposite.

The surging qi gathered in front of the enemy, but he hid behind the enemy. Even if the other party turns back to inspect, he can dodge quickly.

And once he slashed out, the vast qi machine rushed towards the opponent, but the real deadly attack came from behind.

To put it mildly, Han Jiege is just a thief who is proficient in carving insects, and he is good at directing the other party's attention elsewhere.

This swordsman, who has been famous all over the world for decades, is just a ghost hanging behind him.

However, although Han Jiege's knife technique is simple, it is not mysterious.

Not long after Zhao Wu'an turned around, the black shadow in front of him flashed away again, and the surging sword qi rushed towards his face.

It is still an attack concocted in the same way, and since there is no one in front of him, it is natural to know where Han Jige is when he thinks about it.

Zhao Wu'an spat out the truth: "Dongliu!"

The sword intent of the poppy beauty was liberated, and the sword shadows surrounded Zhao Wu'an's body, and the six swords gathered behind him again, blocking Han Jige's blow.

This time, there was another sword, which broke through the sword curtain and came out, and the sword intent was liberated in an instant, reaching the center of Han Jiege's eyebrows.

Staring at the sword that broke through the sword curtain and approached the center of his eyebrows, the swordsman wrapped in black gauze around his body was stunned for a moment.

I can't remember how many years have passed, but I can still see such a sword.

Although both the momentum and the power were much weaker than the blade of the man's sword back then, the appearance of the man back then could still be vaguely seen.

If it is time, such a sword blade may be able to reproduce the rivers and lakes.

The old swordsman, who had spent more than 20 years in the shadows, burst into tears at that moment.

Such a sword, such a river and lake, he has not seen it for a long time.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were sharp.

Forty years ago, Wu Jiuhao broke into the north for the Li brothers and sisters, and single-handedly against tens of thousands of iron horsemen, broke through the nine realms on the ground, and took the general's life with a sword.

Wu Jiuhao is greedy by nature, but his nature is not bad. Before Xie Hui went north, he left a word, if Li Jing is the hero among the people, Wu Jiuhao is the hero in the wine.

As the most amazing and brilliant sword immortal on the rivers and lakes forty years ago, Wu Jiuhao was full of awe-inspiring sword intent, condensing into the mulberry picking on Zhao Wu'an's side.

"Wine owl. ”

The sharp and matchless sword pointed at Han Jige's eyebrows.