This dilapidated library has obviously been abandoned for a long time, the bookshelves on the second and third floors are covered with cobwebs, and there is not a trace of oil in the ever-bright lampholder at hand.

If it weren't for Zhao Wu'an's breaking of the door panel tonight, maybe everything here would have aged like this, abandoned by time, until the day it ended.

An Qing stood up against the cold and hard wall, with undried tears in the corners of her eyes, and watched the two of them fight endlessly in the small hall.

The book pavilion itself is not big, only one floor of the hall still has a small open space, but the energy of Zhao Wu'an and Han Xiuzhu has also brought down a lot of bookshelves in the corner.

Han Kuo always held a Mo knife, standing quietly outside the house, squinting at the duel between the two. Without his orders, the hundreds of Han family guards outside the library did not dare to move a single bit, and Han Xiuzhu was the only one who waved his knife as if he were dead, and attacked Zhao Wu'an again and again.

Luo Shenfu is a big sword after all, it is difficult to give full play to the distance advantage in the narrow library, and Zhao Wu'an's moves are also quite restricted, and he has been repeatedly bullied by Han Xiuzhu, so he can only rely on Luo Shen's sword qi to counterattack back.

This book pavilion seemed to have magical power, and for some reason, his six flying swords were completely uninspired, and they scattered at the door after initially blocking Han Xiuzhu's sudden slash. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been forced to such a field by Han Xiuzhu.

Zhao Wu'an had thought that this might be a trick by Han Kuo'an, so that his son could gain the upper hand in the battle with him, but Zhao Wu'an was not without his opponents first-class masters, such as Nie Junhuai and Duan Hunttian, and he couldn't forcibly pull the flying sword out of his control, even Du Shenquan, who was famous for his strength control, did not cut off all of Zhao Wu'an's strength.

What's more, Han Kuo is still a master of the outside family who uses the sword path to enter the first product, and it is impossible to exhaust the mysterious flying sword technique that is difficult to understand even in the inner family.

The only explanation is that something is wrong with the library itself. The stone slab under his feet was also surprisingly hard, and even the slashing step could not be damaged in the slightest.

However, what Zhao Wu'an felt was tricky, but it did not have the slightest effect on Han Xiuzhu, but the more he fought, the more he fought, and every knife he slashed out was full of determination, and his eyes lit up as if they were burning.

"Swing the sword, swing the sword! What is it to blindly retreat!!" Han Xiuzhu roared loudly, and the horizontal knife sometimes slashed and sometimes pierced diagonally, every move and style was restricting Luo Shenfu's sword traces, compared with before the tea, it can be described as a rebirth.

Standing in front of An Qing, Zhao Wu'an, who was wielding Luo Shenfu with difficulty, frowned tightly.

It makes sense for Han Kuo to rest assured that he should be left alone against him. Although the realm of the young man in front of him is low, as far as the sword path is concerned, he is indeed an amazing genius. His natural temperament is completely different from the Nie Xinglu he met in Hangzhou.

The knife skills are exquisite and tight, and they can change their approach according to the different opponents and environments, and they are proficient, which shows that they have never neglected training.

What shocked Zhao Wuxin more than the knife technique was the young man's eyes.

When eavesdropping on his conversation with the Greedy Demon Palace, Zhao Wu'an knew that Han Xiuzhu was not simple, but he didn't expect his determination to be so hot.

That's the look of a greedy wolf. There is no way out and no hunger, but simply longing for hunting, longing for the dazzling sparks when swords are slashed, longing for every dance-like duel with every hand raised and every oblique split, and longing for the life-and-death scene where life and death hang by a thread.

Han Xiuzhu's life seemed to have only a knife, and there seemed to be only madness left in his soul. He didn't fight with all his might, he enjoyed fighting.

Such a person cannot be stopped unless he is killed. The young man's determination was to live to die.

The horizontal knife slashed at the middle of Luo Shenfu, Zhao Wu'an spread his legs and lowered his figure, staring at the blade that was forcing in front of him, his brows tightened.

"Hurry up, your giant sword, it's not just for fun, right?" Han Xiuzhu shrugged his shoulders like a skeleton, his empty eyes making people shudder.

In the small room with a slender horizontal knife against the cumbersome Luo Shen Fu, Han Xiuzhu certainly knew that he was in an overwhelming position in terms of skills. Because of this, he was expecting Zhao Wu'an to use some swordsmanship that would open his eyes.

"If I retreat any further, I can't guarantee that I'll hack your flowery wife to death first?" he sneered.

Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth and said, "You're crazy." ”

"On the way of the knife, only a madman can go to the extreme. Could it be that you, who wield a sword, still think you are a mortal, right?" Han Xiuzhu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the horizontal knife quickly recovered and slashed, but he changed direction and attacked Zhao Wu'an's right waist.

Zhao Wu'an tried his best to withdraw Luo Shenfu, took a step forward to block in front of An Qing, and blocked Han Xiuzhu's attack with his sword face.

"The art of flying swords, this river and lake has not been heard of in the past forty years. Nameless white-clothed swordsman, you are the real madman!" Han Xiuzhu said sharply.

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were sharp, Luo Shenfu suddenly instilled energy, shook the horizontal knife, and the white clothes swayed.

Han Xiuzhu took two steps back, clenched the long knife in his hand again, and said with a cruel smile: "Are you finally going to use your true skills?"

Zhao Wu'an clasped his hands together and held Luo Shenfu, feeling apprehensive.

On the West Lake, just liberating Luo Shen's sword intent, Zhao Wu'an flew his sword and killed Jiang Caiyi, who was carrying Luo Jianqi's sword intent back then, with one sword.

Ascending to the top of the cloud building, after Luo Shen gave out the box, he also forced out the whole body strength of the building Duyun, and fought until the building collapsed, and the two of them both fell into the ruins.

Once borrowed the sword qi of Luoshen, this Luoshen was endowed in the hands of Zhao Wu'an, and it was indeed a remarkable achievement.

However, today's Luo Shen Fu has been away from the box for too long, and the rich sword qi that originally wrapped around the sword body has almost dissipated, and the Luo Shen sword box has not been taken by Zhao Wu'an's side.

In such a situation, if you want to liberate Luo Shen's sword intent, you can only input all your own energy into it.

However, Zhao Wu'an only has a second grade after all, and he fought to the death with Nie Junhuai before, and his injuries have not healed. If you want to challenge the place where Luo Jianqi has arrived with the current realm, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Han Xiuzhu is actually right. In vain, Zhao Wuan has always been a real madman.

But who knows what Luo Jianqi saw at the end of the road that no one had reached before? The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, from the day I began to practice the Luo Shen Sword Technique, such a fate has long been imprinted in Zhao Wu'an's blood.

Luo Shen endows the sword with the meaning name of "dust".

Originally, it was a quote from Cao Zijian's famous article about Luo Socks and dust, but it was used in Luo Jianqi's Luo Shen Fu, which had another deep meaning.

It is a sword that makes Kyushu dusty.

"You're an adversary that can make anyone awe-inspired. Zhao Wu'an commented, "Luo Shenfu is worth the sword for you." ”

Han Xiuzhu's eyes were dancing with flames.

Zhao Wu'an's voice was like a murmur: "Dust." ”

Luo Shenfu was shocked, like an edict.

A huge amount of qi was transmitted from Zhao Wu'an's hands to Luo Shenfu, and this giant sword devoured Zhao Wu'an's sea of qi like hunger and thirst, and the air around him trembled, and the wind that followed raised Zhao Wu'an's long hair.

Han Xiuzhu was not in a hurry to attack, but stared at Zhao Wu'an coldly, his eyes shining.

He was waiting for that moment. Zhao Wu'an used all his strength and slashed out the moment when he forgot about his life. Only by taking that sword could he be regarded as completely killing Zhao Wu'an.

It's not hard to kill a person, just take off your head and you're done. But if you want to cut off the soul together, you need to be patient and determined.

Han Xiuzhu thought that he had both, so he had always preferred to break the soul of his opponent as well.

The three people in the small space, Zhao Wu'an and Han Xiuzhu all held their breath, waiting for this upcoming moment, but An Qing looked down at the ground as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Beneath their feet, the hard rocky ground trembled slightly, and from the cracks in the stone bricks, a ghostly light like a sharp sword faintly shone through.

An Qing was stunned, vaguely aware that something was about to happen. She raised her head to look at the two people facing each other in front of her, but she couldn't speak.

Zhao Wu'an had already released the Luo Shen Fu Sword Intent, and he couldn't stand the slightest disturbance at this time, and Han Xiuzhu was also waiting for it, and he didn't notice the dispensable An Qing behind Zhao Wu'an at all.

As Zhao Wu'an's body qi was emptied inch by inch by Luo Shenfu, the vibration of the rock ground became more and more violent, and countless dust rolled down from the top of the library.

The light between the cracks in the masonry had already climbed up the heels of the three of them, and An Qing looked at it a few times and then looked helplessly away—the light was almost so intense that it stinged the pupils.

This book pavilion is obviously not important, and it is also a dilapidated existence in the Han family, why is the material on the ground so special?

A flash of light flashed through An Qing's mind. She took a step backwards, her back hitting the cold wall.

In Zhao Wu'an's hands, Luo Shenfu, who was already full of qi, was like a wild dragon.

Han Xiuzhu lifted the horizontal knife and said in surprise: "Yes, this is what you should look like......

The sword is blazing!

Zhao Wu'an shouted angrily, Luo Shenfu raised it above his head, and slashed at Han Xiuzhu like a Ming king.

Han Xiuzhu laughed wildly and said, "The next day after the sea is broken!"

It's the same move again, the third shot tonight, but it's a different mood from the previous two. When Han Xiu's bamboo knife came out, the nameless book pavilion was born all over the world.

The divine sword in Zhao Wu'an's hand was already like a sea of dust.

At the moment when the swords were about to touch, An Qing suddenly took a step forward.

With all her strength, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Wu'an's shoulder, and fell backwards like a ship.

Zhao Wu'an, who had already condensed his whole body strength on Luo Shenfu, had no strength, and at this time, he was suddenly pulled by An Qing with all his strength, but he stumbled, the formation was chaotic, and his body fell backwards.

Han Xiuzhu, who was wielding the knife, was also taken aback, but the knife was already out, and it slashed towards the unsuspecting Zhao Wu'an.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

"Whoosh Whoosh"

The six flying swords that were originally scattered in front of the book pavilion were like divine revelations, but at this time, they were invariably pulled back to Zhao Wu'an's chest by an unknown qi machine, and handed over one sword after another, blocking Han Xiuzhu's thunderous blow.

"Bell!"

With a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, the barrier woven by the six swords was repelled by Han Xiuzhu, and he quickly retreated towards Zhao Wu'an and An Qing.

And the ground under the feet of the three of them also shone brightly at this time, almost drowning the three of them from it. Han Xiuzhu was stabbed by the light, and he was blind for a while, and he unconsciously covered his eyes.

Outside the Book Pavilion, the eyes of everyone who witnessed this spectacle widened and they were silent. And Han Kuo, who had been watching from the wall, finally showed an unprecedented look of surprise at this time.

There was a faint sound of a mechanism rattling in the light, which lasted for about ten breaths.

In the middle of ten breaths, Han Xiuzhu was actually blocked by an incomparably powerful energy, and stopped in place to cover his eyes, unable to move an inch.

And after the light finally dissipated, Han Xiuzhu reopened his eyes and looked around the dilapidated book pavilion.

In the hall, Hugh said that Zhao Wu'an and An Qing were the seven swords, and they were all gone.