The sword light fluttered under the fallen leaves, indescribably charming and seductive.

The man fell, the sword entered the sheath, and the sword light disappeared.

Mei Niang stood quietly not far from Bai Yun, admiring Bai Yun's current expression, he seemed to enjoy it very much, this kind of swordsmanship can not make the opponent feel afraid, maybe it can make the opponent feel beautiful, and the beautiful wants to die under this sword.

Chunhua smiled stupidly, because Bai Yun was stupid, she had never seen Bai Yun look at a woman and a swordsman like this.

The teacup in Bai Yun's hand was tilted, and the tea flowed out, as if he didn't see this.

"Are you laughing at me?" Mei Niang snatched up with her sword, fell to the edge of the white clouds, and stared into his eyes with a smile.

Baiyun sighed.

"There must be many swordsmen in the world who are willing to die under your sword. He didn't say that, and it wasn't a flattery, or a criticism.

"With my current swordsmanship, can I go out and find Ye Guyun?"

Bai Yun shook his head, he struggled to his feet, stretched his waist, and said, "You'd better not look for it." ”

"Why?"

"When you go out of this door, there may be a hundred or so swords waiting for you, trying to capture you alive. ”

Mei Niang lowered her head and said nothing.

He understood the meaning of this sentence, because there were many people in the rivers and lakes who wanted to get the Calamity Star Sword, no matter which sect or which disciple they all wanted, they were all masters, and their swordsmanship was in front of them, and they might not even be able to pass a move.

Bai Yun seemed to have seen through her thoughts, "Actually, your swordsmanship is among the seven great sword sects, and you can be regarded as a master." ”

Mei Niang was silent, looking at her feet.

"But there's something wrong with your sword. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Your sword has no killing intent, no murderous aura, no killing intent. Bai Yun's hand suddenly stroked the scabbard, and the sword suddenly flew out, and the hilt suddenly reached his palm.

The sword flew, and the light flickered.

The fallen leaves on the ground suddenly flew up, and when they fell, they were shattered.

Mei Niang's forehead was sweating even more, she didn't expect that a sword would become so terrifying, so terrifying.

The sword is sheathed, and the sword light disappears.

"The sword is shot for only one purpose, and that is to kill. Bai Yun continued, "No matter what you use your sword for, there must be murderous aura on the blade, this is your biggest problem. ”

Mei Niang was silent, she only felt that her toes were shrinking and her heart was contracting.

"You don't have to worry too much. Bai Yun smiled and said, "Because as long as you practice your body method well, it's fine." ”

Mei Niang was silent, staring at the white clouds, her heart full of indescribable gratitude.

Bai Yun was silent.

He slowly walked into the flower forest, and there seemed to be an inexplicable sting in his heart.

Mei Niang learned swordsmanship and left him immediately, and then went to find Ye Guyun, thinking that when Mei Niang leaned on Ye Guyun's chest, his heart tingled even more violently.

He went alone, because he didn't want this sting in his heart to be discovered by others, especially Mei Niang.

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Ye Guyun stared at the sword, and a person and a rider not far away were staring at him, not getting very close, and there was a faint look of fear in his eyes.

"Are you Ye Guyun?"

Ye Guyun nodded.

The man scoffed, "You're in trouble." ”

Ye Guyun raised his head, his eyes were full of indescribable boredom and disgust, "You say." ”

"You killed the daughter of the Murong family, Murong Feng. ”

"Yes. ”

The man closed his mouth and said nothing, and with a wave of his hand, an invitation card suddenly settled on the ancient tree next to Ye Guyun.

He no longer glanced at Ye Guyun, he tore the horse wildly, and the dust fluttered, and he was already two feet away.

Ye Guyun sighed and took down the invitation.

"Dusk, Yellow Crane Tower, Yellowstone, bring your sword. ”

The signature below is Murong Qiuhuang.

When Ye Guyun saw this signature, he exhaled heavily.

People who walk around the rivers and lakes must be no strangers to this person, because Murong Qiuhuang is the young master of this generation of the Murong family, and he is also the one with the highest swordsmanship among the rising stars of this generation of rivers and lakes.

Although he is young, he does not have a trace of anxiety, but is a little more calm and composed.

The Murong family has a great cause, and its reputation in the rivers and lakes is extremely loud, commanding one side to be the heroes and maintaining the chivalrous side of the party.

Although I didn't see this person, if you think about it, you can know how terrible and terrifying he is, there must be many swordsmen behind him, many of whom have never even seen others, and maybe even many secret killers in the rivers and lakes have a secret relationship with them.

No matter where this kind of person goes, his style must be very large, the pomp must be spectacular, and even food, clothing, housing and transportation should be very particular.

This is the impression of the people in the rivers and lakes on him.

But there are not many people who have really seen Murong Qiuhuang, and most of the people who have seen him have died under his sword.

The sun moves westward, and there is no trace of it.

Murong Qiuhuang stood on the bank of the Yellow Stone, with golden clothes, golden cloak, and golden boots.

The sword in his hand was also golden, and the hand holding the sword never left the hilt.

His eyes followed the soft breeze and stared coldly ahead.

The soft breeze is gentle, with a compelling coldness and murderous intent.

There was only one coffin in front of him, and this coffin was also golden.

Although he stood there alone, he didn't feel lonely at all, he was different from Ye Guyun, even if Ye Guyun was standing among ten thousand people, he looked extremely lonely and lonely.

The gold on the scabbard gradually dimmed, turning blood-red, and the earth became blood-red.

The world was red as if it were dyed with blood.

Under the remnant sun, a person walked slowly over, a sword, with indescribable tiredness and disgust in his eyes.

He walked slowly and steadily, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed, because his sword was already unsheathed.

A sword that kills people anytime and anywhere, it is better not to put it in the sheath, Ye Guyun has not been in the sheath since the moment his relatives left.

The blade of the sword was as red as blood, and there was no blood dropping.

He stood seven feet away from Murong Qiuhuang, staring coldly at the sword, staring at the hand on the hilt, and suddenly said, "Murong Qiuhuang?"

Murong Qiuhuang's gaze was also staring at Ye Guyun's sword, his voice was not only cold, but also very steady, no matter who heard the chill and pressure brought by his voice, it was easy to see the horror and terror of this person.

"Ye Guyun?"

Ye Guyun stood alone, nodded alone, and was silent.

He is not good at grinding his teeth.

Murong Qiuhuang suddenly made a move, and the golden coffin was suddenly lifted and stood on one side, the woman inside was gorgeous and beautiful, peaceful and calm.

"You killed this?"

Ye Guyun didn't look at it, he was too lazy to look, and he was even more lazy to excuse himself, "Yes." ”

Murong Qiuhuang's eyes looked at Ye Guyun like a blade, and said lightly, "Very good." ”

"What does it mean to be good?"

"You're ready to shoot. ”

Ye Guyun nodded, silent, the hand holding the sword was held tighter, and the sword in his palm did not stab out.

"Why don't you make a move?"

"My sword must kill you?"

Murong Qiuhuang's eyes flashed, "Yes, you have to draw a sword." ”

"Good. ”

The sword stabbed out, and it was like a rainbow sword.

The figure in the coffin flashed, and then fell, and the palms were full of green poisonous thistles, which fell to the ground and became blood red again.

A pair of eyes stared straight ahead.

A column of blood shot out suddenly from the throat, like an arrow, shot out a foot high.

Murong Qiuhuang didn't move, not even his fingertips, just quietly watched him fly up, then fell quietly, then fell, and finally shot out of his throat.

Even the expression on his cheeks did not change in the slightest.

The sword tilted, and drops of blood slid down.

The tired and disgusted eyes had become indescribably cold and cold.

Murong Qiuhuang stared at Ye Guyun's eyes, and Ye Guyun also stared at his eyes, and the two of them seemed to have seen through each other's sword intent.

"You didn't look at the coffin. ”

Ye Guyun nodded.

"But you already know who's inside?"

"I don't need to know who's inside. ”

"Why?"

"Because he must be a dead man. ”

Murong Qiuhuang nodded.

"You came here to kill me?"

Murong Qiuhuang nodded in acknowledgement.

"But that's not what you came here for. ”

Murong Qiuhuang's hands clenched, "How do you know?"

"Because you are Murong Qiuhuang. ”

"That's all?"

Ye Guyun said again, "If Murong Qiuhuang wants to kill someone, he will definitely take that person's background, sword skills, hobbies, status in the rivers and lakes, and age ...... Even the person's rest and diet will be investigated clearly, and you must not have it. ”

A chill appeared in Murong Qiuhuang's indifferent gaze, "How do you know that I don't?"

"For the man in this coffin is not your attendant, and you do not know him. ”

Murong Qiuhuang nodded, and a smile appeared on his calm and steady cheeks, this smile was like the waves that suddenly floated on the cold and frozen river, which was not only incredible, but also a miracle.

Ye Guyun stared at his sword, but found that the man's hand holding the sword slowly left the hilt.

"You brought him here, and you killed him for me. ”

Murong Qiuhuang nodded.

"You've figured it out, I'm going to make a move. ”

"You're right. The smile on Murong Qiuhuang's face suddenly disappeared, and he said, "What if I want to kill you?"

"You will never come alone, there will definitely be a lot of sword masters in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Why?" Murong Qiuhuang's gaze once again forced Ye Guyun like a blade.

"Because whether I win or lose, I won't get out of here alive. Ye Guyun's gaze also forced to look at him, and the eyes of the two people touched, as if they had burst out of sparks, "It's also because only the dead can keep secrets, and who is the one who wins this time." ”

Ye Guyun gritted his teeth and said, "Only in this way will you be the only one who will win the final victory." ”

Murong Qiu's yellow pupils contracted, "You actually know me very well." ”

Ye Guyun sneered, "Don't you also know me very well." ”

He didn't let Murong Qiuhuang speak, and said, "Not only do you know that the people in here are going to kill you, but you also know that I will definitely kill him, because I hate that when someone intervenes in a duel." ”

Murong Qiuhuang nodded, "Yes." ”

Ye Guyun stared at the tip of the sword, and the blood on the tip of the sword had dripped out.

The remnant sun is red, red as blood.

"You should have killed the people in the coffin and then came to kill me. ”

Murong Qiuhuang nodded.

"But you didn't. Ye Guyun sneered and said, "It's because you know that I am seriously injured, and you will never kill an injured Ye Guyun." ”

Murong Qiuhuang nodded, and there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

"But you know a little bit yourself. ”

"Which point?"

"Even when I'm hurt, you're not sure you're going to win. ”

Murong Qiuhuang was silent and sneered.