Outside Tangjiabao.

In the grove.

Poor mountains and bad waters, miasma, and haze accompany each other.

Simon, who had a strange poison in his body, broke off and ran in a hurry.

Suddenly, there was a sonorous sound on one side, the sky was whistling, and the sword light was cold, cutting through the turbid air in the dense forest.

Simon snapped and stopped.

Accompanied by a sudden wind of flying sand and rocks, Sen Han's sword qi almost clinged to his chest and slashed in front of him, and a large tree five feet away on the left side split in half and fell, and the ground was cracked and scarred.

A few broken hairs only realized it later, and it fell flutteringly.

If it weren't for vigilance, this sword would have fallen on his body by a fraction of a moment, and Simon broke out in a cold sweat. Turning his head towards the direction of the sword light, he shouted, "Who are you?"

The white clothes are like snow, and the dust is not clean.

This is a young man, no more than thirty – at least physically.

He held the sheath in one hand and carried it behind his back, and the sword in the other, hanging down to the ground. His eyes were faint, and he looked at Simon and cut off, but did not answer.

But he didn't answer, but someone answered on his behalf.

But it's not to answer who he is, but—

"It doesn't matter who he is. What matters is who I am. ”

Behind the white-clothed swordsman, in the distance, a figure undulated and shuttled through the forest, from far to near, and stood side by side with the swordsman.

Gray hair, goatee, black robe, medium build, cold look.

A common single knife is lifted upside down behind the shoulder.

The knife is unsheathed.

Simon broke his guard and said, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Tang, Tang of Tangmen, my name is Tang Yitian. ”

The black-robed old man said.

"Tang Yitian, Tang Yitian......" Ximen's severed pupils shrank, his mind raced, he thought carefully, and then he had a flash of inspiration and said: "You are ...... More than 20 years ago, the Tang Sect martial arts idiot who went to Longmu Island and never returned, Tang Yitian?"

The black-robed old man said, "Not bad. ”

Ximen's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Since you have already left Longmu Island, you are in Tangjiabao, why don't you come forward to stop me?"

Tang Yitian said: "Because I don't want too many people to know about my existence." ”

Simon cut off and said, "Then you are showing up now to kill me?"

Tang Yitian said: "Not bad. ”

Simon pointed to the white-clothed swordsman and said, "What about him, who is also trying to kill me?"

Tang Yitian shook his head: "No, his body is better than me, so he will stop you first." ”

Simon laughed at himself: "It seems that Simon who has been poisoned is no longer a threat to you." ”

Tang Yitian was silent.

Simon sneered: "But the disciples of the Tang Sect, will they only take advantage of the danger of others?"

Tang Yitian said: "The Tang Sect uses poison and secret weapons, and the disciples of the Tang Sect have never been righteous gentlemen. ”

Ximen broke off his teeth and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay, then come, let me see what the former master of the Tang Sect is capable of now." ”

"You'll see. ”

Tang Yitian turned his hand, the blade rotated, and in an instant, he corrected his grip backwards, and rushed out in a horizontal step, a knife, from back to front, from top to bottom.

Split out.

The light of the knife flickered through the forest.

The poison demon is roaring.

......

The white blade entered the body, and the blood splattered. stained a little on the hands.

Simon cut off the back of the knife in his hand, a breath of true qi surged, the anger was rampant, the single knife broke in an instant, and the waves of qi became a tide, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the sound shook in all directions.

Each retreated.

The duel begins, and the duel ends.

Masters compete, just a moment.

Within three zhang.

Old trees fell to the ground, broken trees were left horizontally, frozen soil was overturned, and new soil covered the dead branches and leaves.

This mess is still stained with a lot of blood.

The white-clothed swordsman stood outside the battle circle, he had already returned his sword to the sheath, and his face was still cold when he watched the battle end.

Tang Yitian held a half-cut sword, condensed the sword finger in his left hand, first sealed the acupoint to protect the heart, and then pressed his shoulder, from his shoulder to his wrist, sliding all the way down, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the black poisonous blood was forced out, dripping little by little.

Simon cut off the poison of his blood, which he didn't expect, but when he stabbed through his chest, a few drops of poisonous blood splashed on his hand without paying attention actually seeped directly from his skin into the bloody night in an instant, reaching his heart, almost causing him to capsize in the gutter.

Although he is fond of martial arts but not good at poison, he was born in the Tang Sect, he has heard and seen since he was a child, and his understanding of poison is also above most people in the world.

Then his eyes were blazing, and he looked at the West Gate in front of him.

Tang Yitian asked, "You weren't poisoned?"

In a short period of time, he made seven swords, but he failed to kill Simon, or was blocked, or was avoided, only two knives injured people, this old demon's strength is still at the top.

Simon is not dead.

But even though he wasn't dead, he didn't feel good.

His left hand hung down weakly, his arm was cut open, there was a hole nearly a foot long, half of the white blade was still inserted in his chest, he didn't dare to take it out, he had already given himself the first time to point the acupoint, and tried his best to stop the bleeding, but the two wounds still flowed blood, and in a moment the placket of his body was soaked with blood, and he became a pool of blood under his feet, snorting, bubbling, and the toxins in the blood continued to corrode the land.

At this time, he was kneeling on one knee, holding on to a big tree on the other side of the battle circle to support it, gasping for breath quickly, and when he heard Tang Yitian's words, he was unwilling to say: "If you weren't poisoned, do you think you can hurt me with these few knives?"

Tang Yitian said: "After being poisoned, there is such a strong internal force, it seems that the impact of this poison on you is not so great." ”

Simon took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and said, "Do you think that the word poison demon was picked up?"

Tang Yitian exclaimed: "What a poisonous demon." ”

Simon sneered.

Tang Yitian took a deep look at him, threw out the broken knife, and easily inserted it into a tree trunk like piercing tofu, but before the handle of the knife, the person turned his head and left: "Ximen, let's go." ”

Simon stared at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

Tang Yitian paused for a moment, didn't look back, and said: "Since you are poisoned, I will not win, and I will only shoot for the disciples of the Tang Sect who died in your hands during this time, seven lives, I will only give seven knives, since you can take it, I will not kill you today." But if you can survive and insult the revenge of the Tang Sect, I will go to you again. ”

And he strode away.

It seems that although he thinks that he is not a righteous gentleman, he is not really completely unscrupulous. At least, he didn't take advantage of his illness to die until he died.

Looking at the backs of the two, Simon cut off and sneered softly: "Pedant ......"

couldn't hold it anymore, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then, looking for a direction, forcibly holding up a breath, staggered out.

The pursuers from Tangjiabao will come at any time, and this place cannot stay for long.

Soon arrived at a river valley, thought for a moment, then made a decision, barely support, from the river, down the river, the sound of the clear spring, diluted the blood under the feet, eliminated the traces along the way, and also made the fish in the river turn white, without being in vain, drifting down the river.

After walking for a while, they came ashore at a certain place.

However, it didn't take long for the air to break in the rear.

Simon's face changed.

Still can't get rid of it, the chasing soldiers have arrived.

The next moment, a voice broke off: "Adversary, where are you going?"

Five or six men caught up from behind and cut off Simon and surrounded him.