The cold wind was howling, the crows were chirping, Li Wenshuo's heart was suddenly a little irritable, this kind of bird, no matter what the weather was, it seemed that it couldn't get rid of it.

His fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, and it fit tightly against it, without a single gap.

Suddenly, someone made a move, but it was neither Li Wenshuo nor Wuyangu.

That's a master at the pinnacle of Xuanche.

There are not many such masters in the Central Plains, and there will not be many in the grassland, at least three days ago, there was no such person on the mountain.

But at this time, it seems that there is more than one such master.

Li Wenshuo clenched the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword, but never moved, his eyes were cold, his brows were slightly furrowed, he had already seen the plan of this barbarian master, and his heart was full of disdain.

The weapon in that man's hand was a 15-foot-5-inch stabbing sword, this kind of weapon was extremely unpopular, and the attack method was almost only a stab, but it was also extremely extreme, and the power of a stab was so great that even Li Wenshuo could not completely ignore it.

The man stabbed out with a sword from a distance of ten zhang, and retreated instantly, Li Wenshuo's movements were extremely small, just lifting the long sword lightly, it was to seal the thorn.

Then someone behind him bent his bow and arrows, and the black feather arrows broke through the wind, and Li Wenshuo couldn't help but be moved, and the long sword swept back, cutting the feather arrows from the air.

Ordinary condor archers, only relying on a bow in their hands, hiding in the distance, even Xianfeng masters dare not underestimate them, but right now, his strength has reached the realm of grandmasters.

It has almost reached the point where people and arrows are one.

Undoubtedly, this is also an assassin of the tribes of the steppe, who specializes in killing the best masters.

Normally, when this kind of assassin attacks, there will inevitably be a close assassination.

When Li Wenshuo took out his sword and slashed the feather arrow, a black shadow appeared in front of him, bowing his body, and the dagger with a ghostly light stabbed towards Li Wenshuo's heart from the bottom to the top.

And Li Wenshuo is swinging his sword with his backhand, which is almost unavoidable!

He didn't take a step back, and when the dagger reached his chest, he fell to the ground, only the wind broke through his shirt, leaving a red spot on his skin.

At some point, Li Wenshuo's sword had already swept back, cutting through his neck, there was no sound of breaking the wind, there was no superfluous movement, and there was only a cold sword light left in the air.

The condor shooter in the distance was stunned, and the barbarian swordsman who was holding a bayonet and wanted to continue to shoot shook his hand, obviously unable to believe it, how could there be such a fast swordsmanship in the world?

Not only them, but also Wuyan Gu, at that moment he almost wanted to strike at the same time, but he also stopped, looking at the sword that had returned to its sheath, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

There was only a flash of light in his eyes, and the assassin had already fallen to the ground, and even he didn't see how Li Wenshuo made a move.

I believe that even if it was him who shot just now, he would not believe that Li Wenshuo made a move.

The master of breaking the army relies on the mastery of the vitality of heaven and earth, and every move they make will inadvertently bring that kind of mysterious power.

However, this sword has nothing to do with the realm of breaking the army at all, and when this sword is swung, all that changes is the air cut by the sword, and the life that disappears.

The stalemate only lasted for a moment, and the man behind him made another move, he stood in one direction and did not move, bending his bow and arrows again, hundreds of feet apart, because no matter what, Li Wenshuo would never let himself turn his back on Wuyangu.

At this moment, the master holding the bayonet sword shouted, and another sword stabbed out, the same stabbing sword, and then swept back in an instant, without any fighting.

But as soon as the sword in his hand was about to be withdrawn, a sword light flashed in front of him, he was stunned, and the next moment he threw down the stabbing sword, covered his throat with his hand, and blood splashed out.

How can it be?

Doesn't he care about the arrow?

He fell to the ground, his eyes getting heavier, and he saw the second black feather arrow falling from the ground, and then his pupils shrank, and he couldn't figure out how there could be such a fast sword in the world.

This sword seemed to be faster than Fang Cai's astonishingly fast sword, and when the sword was swung, he couldn't see how he struck, but at the same time, it cut off the feather arrow behind him, destroyed the sword qi in front of him, cut the throat of the person in front of him, and then returned to the sheath.

Uyangu made a move, because he was sure that if he didn't do it, no one in the camp would kill him.

The sword was fast, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, but he had already seen two swords, and even if this sword was a little faster, it would definitely not be able to kill him.

He is very sure of this, and Li Wenshuo also knows it.

So when Wu Yan Gu pulled out the scimitar on his waist and slashed over, his hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, but he did not take out the sword, in the face of this move, in the face of Wu Yan Gu's flaws, he was retreating.

Wuyan Gu's knife was swung out, and his body was full of flaws, so many that it was incredible, but there were no flaws.

His sword stabbed, the most important thing is a fast word, but there is also a word, he only stabs out one sword at a time, a sword stabs, never empty, after the stabbing must be returned to the sheath.

This swordsmanship, even in the eyes of a primordial realm martial artist, is a little ridiculous, no matter how offensive and undefended the swordsmanship in the world is, it will never be so extreme.

If you stab your sword, you will have to sweep back, but what if you face two masters at the same time?

Why don't you take your sword back and pull it out again?

Li Wenshuo has already answered this question with his actions, he can kill one person with one sword, and he can also kill ten people with one sword.

At this time, he was sweeping back, but his eyes were still fixed on Wu Yangu's eyes.

It was a pair of pale blue pupils, and there was a crimson fire burning in the light eyes, just like this knife, it was not as dominant as Li Juexian's black knife, but it was still ruthless.

The blade was approaching, his clothes were torn, Li Wenshuo's arms were cold, and he only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, but he still did not draw his sword.

He slammed the blade with his scabbard as he spun in the air, dodging the knife and an arrow from behind him, then swept backwards again, and in an instant he opened the distance ten feet again.

The black fox stood on top of the boulder, looking at the battle below, very puzzled, he didn't understand why Li Wenshuo didn't draw his sword, he believed that as long as Li Wenshuo drew his sword, no one was his opponent.

A gust of wind blew.

A flush appeared on Li Wenshuo's face, and he began to cough, just like the wind in the mountains, once he got up, he couldn't stop anymore, and scarlet blood spots began to appear on the white snow.

His qi began to be disordered, his hand holding the sword began to tremble, and his straight waist was now bent to the ground.

The stability of the Qi of the Army Breaker is by no means something that can be disturbed by coughing, even if he is really terminally ill.

What's more, Li Wenshuo understands his body, and under the protection of his congenital qi, he will hardly get sick.

But within his dantian and tendons, the internal force is like the ice and snow in winter meeting the scorching sun in summer, melting rapidly, and he can no longer gather a slight.

His pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe it, how could this be, with his strength, how could this happen?

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was black.

Suddenly, he understood, staggered back two steps, and almost fell to the ground, but he insisted on holding the ground with the tip of his sword, and forced himself to straighten his waist!

But anyone could see that his body was shaking, even the hand holding the sword was shaking, and he was already at the end of his crossbow.

He was poisoned, this poison is usually hidden, but it happened when he shot with all his strength, which caught him off guard, and he didn't even know when he was poisoned, if it was poisonous, how could he not find it?

He raised his head and began to laugh, the bitterness of the laughter, the chill of the laughter, he was very smart, and he figured everything out in an instant.

It's not just him, but also Wu Yangu, he looked at the swordsman in front of him who kept coughing up blood and smiling bitterly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the promise given to him by an annoying old monk a few days ago, and said in his heart that the things in this world are really wonderful.

......

The sky was already bright, Fang Wenlan looked at the wine still warm on the fire, knowing that she had succeeded, and the swordsman would never come back, but she didn't have the slightest bit of joy, but her eyes showed a painful look.

For the first time in her life, she regretted what she had done.