Sheep Tongue Chengji stood there quietly, frowning slightly.

is different from Li Wenshuo's embarrassed appearance of falling into the soup chicken in the rainstorm, his body is surging, and not a drop of rain can pass through, but he really has a bit of the demeanor of a master outside the world.

Li Wenshuo's arrival at the Xuanche realm did surprise him a little, but it was far from being tricky.

Don't say that a person who is seriously injured, even if it is the true peak of the Xuanche Primal Realm, there are not a few who die at his hands.

What really made him care was that he didn't see clearly how Li Wenshuo killed the Condor Archer just now.

Sheep Tongue Chengji is a very cautious person, so he can survive in the gap between the grassland and the Central Plains, so he decided to test it first.

"He is already at the end of the crossbow, and whoever kills him will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold, a hundred cattle and sheep, and a slave. “

Hearing this, except for the five masters of the Xianfeng realm, the eyes of the others were red.

Most of them were warriors and slaves on the grasslands, and although they were a little afraid, it was instinctive, and they may have a mysterious concept in their minds, but they didn't know it.

Those few Xian Feng looked at each other, they didn't have that impulsiveness, they clearly saw the martial arts realm displayed by Li Wenshuo, but they didn't stand still, they just wanted to fall behind the crowd like a few little tails.

Li Wenshuo stood there, the violent rain pouring down his head and face like a basin, sliding down his hair.

There were no steppe warriors howling and rushing over in his eyes, no Xianfeng who fell behind the crowd and wanted to sneak a chance.

Just looked at the sheep tongue Chengji not far away with an expressionless face, a cold killing intent burst out of his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "How do you want to die." “

Hearing this, Sheep Tongue Chengji didn't react, a pair of eyes still carefully observed the crowd rushing over, he wanted to see how the other party moved.

A person had already come to a position in front of Li Wenshuo, with a low shout, and with a wave of his hand, the dark chain hammer was hidden in the darkness and flung it to Li Wenshuo's cheek.

But I still didn't see any movement from Li Wenshuo, as if he was stunned.

A hideous smile had already appeared on the man's face, and then a series of sparks popped out of the dim night, and then disappeared into the rain.

He didn't even have the realm of Xianfeng, he only felt a shock in his arms, and a huge force passed down the chain, only to break his arms in an instant.

Before he could even scream, there was an extra hole in his throat that was transparent from front to back.

The former has fallen, the latter has arrived, and then they have fallen again, in a pool of blood.

Sheep Tongue Chengji finally saw the shadow shuttling between the blood, and was a little surprised, because this was not the sword technique of the Sword Pavilion at all.

The five Xianfeng were also pale at this time, they were already extremely afraid of the Xuanche realm shown by Li Wenshuo, and when they saw such swordsmanship at this time, they could no longer afford to have the slightest intention of stepping forward.

Two of the sword-wielding swordsmen were even trembling with excitement.

Flying Sword Technique!

The realm that countless swordsmen in the world have been pursuing all their lives is now unfolding in front of their eyes!

In just a few breaths, there were not many of the dozens of people who rushed over.

Someone screamed, turned around to escape, and then flew through his chest......

The cyan shadow shuttled like lightning, one moment it was still on the wet meadow, and the next moment it came to the eyes of a sharp-edged master, and the first low hum turned into a thunderous roar in the blink of an eye.

Just because they don't dare to step forward doesn't mean they don't have to die.

The speed of the tooth shattering was extremely fast, and the power it carried directly shattered the rain curtain within a few feet of the surrounding area, and the silky rain dragged into a straight line behind the shadow of the sword.

Li Wenshuo was still standing in place, not moving, he didn't even look at them.

Before the Xianfeng could react, he fell to the ground, leaving a bloody hole in the top of his head.

Seeing this scene, several other people were also extremely frightened, and hurriedly blocked their weapons in front of them.

A black-clothed man with a sword was alarmed, drew his sword and slashed three feet in front of him, only to hear a sound, and the sword broke in the middle.

The man in black shook his whole body, spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was a dense sword qi churning in the blood, and then he fell.

Seeing this, Yang Tongue Chengji snorted coldly, and rushed towards Li Wenshuo, these subordinates are the elites he has attracted over for so many years, and in the past two days, because Baili Chaohua and the junior in front of him have died too much, so that with the power of Guangyang Mountain, they are a little broken.

A powerful punch smashed over, Li Wenshuo stood in place and did not move, looking at the punch that came over, his expression was extremely calm.

Just when the fist was still two feet away from Li Wenshuo, the sheep tongue Chengji let out an angry roar, turned around and smashed it with a punch, and the broken teeth in the speed were slightly beaten, and he lightly bypassed the fist, and slashed at his head in a whirlwind.

"Xiao'er, who are you, the Sword Pavilion doesn't have this kind of flying sword technique at all!"

Sheep tongue Chengji roared, his hands slid in the air, and the rain within more than ten zhang around his body swirled rapidly, gathering into a three-zhang long, lifelike water dragon, his face was extremely pale, and there was a fine light in his eyes, and finally he used a killing move.

There is no way, for people in his realm, the flying sword technique is not so mysterious, but it is still transcendent.

The speed of the flying sword is beyond common sense, and it can almost really reach the sword from heart to heart, which is not comparable to a swordsman of the same realm at all, even if he is now, he can't catch the shadow of the flying sword.

That cyan sword shadow had arrived in front of Li Wenshuo at some point, there was no trace of blood on his face, and his nose and eyes were constantly bleeding.

His consciousness has been seriously overdrawn, and in the wind and rain, his body shook slightly, but he still did not fall, but just looked at the sheep tongue Chengji coldly.

The flying sword roared out and came to the front of the water dragon, rushing left and right, and in an instant, I don't know how many times it was cut.

With a bang, the water dragon burst open and turned into a splash in the sky.

An iron fist smashed through the water curtain, and he came to Li Wenshuo's face, and the strong wind tore out a blank colleague in the air, blowing so that people couldn't open their eyes.

Li Wenshuo's body shook violently, and the broken teeth came to him in time again, shining brightly, and the silver-white sword light reflected the night sky as if it were day.

The rain was heavy, and it was raining in the grasslands of Nuoda, and the dull thunder was getting louder and louder, as if announcing the arrival of spring in this world

Lao Huang held the butter paper umbrella, his brows furrowed slightly, looking at the tea in the cup, he suddenly felt that Shangguan Yu was not too strict with Li Wenshuo, and kept asking to cross the border to kill the enemy, which was not the right way of martial arts at all.

Shangguan Yu stood alone on the edge of the waterhole, looking at the starry sky in the north, sighed, his body was indescribably lonely, and after a while, he shook his head and smiled: "Three feet in front of him is invincible, and the flying sword is invincible for thousands of miles, sure enough, in this world, there is no identical swordsmanship." ”

Li Wenshuo sat on the ground, coughing violently, blood gushing out of his mouth, staining the placket of his chest red.

A flash of lightning swept through the sky, turning the earth white.

Sheep Tongue Chengji stood a few feet away in front of him, looking at Li Wenshuo's appearance, he couldn't help laughing, and said coldly: "You are not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, a person in the Sword Pavilion, but if you are born and trained, you are generally between the famous mountains and mountains of Fenghua Prefecture, no matter how bad it is, you will go to Jiangnan Dao, I was still a little puzzled when I received the letter from the Sword Pavilion, but now that I think about it, the letter is also a forgery." ”

Li Wenshuo ignored him, turned around and pulled up Shuanglan's thin body, trembled slightly with his left hand to hold the arrow behind her back, and carefully pulled it out.

There was already a deep layer of rain on the ground, and it was extremely muddy, making Shuanglan's clothes that were not very clean become muddy, seeing this scene, Li Wenshuo frowned slightly, and carefully sorted out her clothes.

"She's dead. ”

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo didn't answer, looking at the smile that remained on the corner of Shuanglan's mouth, he suddenly felt inexplicably heartbroken.

Why are you laughing?

You obviously haven't killed you the most you want to kill Chengji, you haven't taken revenge, why are you just dead?

Li Wenshuo suddenly became a little angry, and the broken teeth that fell to the ground also trembled, and a huge roar faintly came from the sword's body, as if in response to the anger of his master.

"Who the hell are you?"

Sheep tongue Chengji's right hand was raised slightly, and the strong internal force was condensed in his palm, he was ready to make a move, I don't know why, he was obviously already winning, and he did feel a little uneasy.

Li Wenshuo finally turned around and stood up slowly, his fluttering body could fall down again at any time, but this is Li Wenshuo, when he met those eyes, Chengji felt a chill to the bone.

"Has anyone ever said you're noisy? ”

There is no reason to say this, at this moment the rain is pouring between heaven and earth, and the thunder is rolling, and from this distance, you have to roar to hear.

But he still felt very noisy, and he was bored in his heart.

The broken teeth floated in front of him, the cyan sword body was full of blood, and the originally trembling sword body became extremely calm at this moment, quietly suspended in the air, the blood slowly slid down the blade, and then the sword body slowly advanced.

The speed is actually not slow, but compared to the sword shadow that flew before, it is indeed a little slow.

Without the previous speed, the flying sword that slowed down would lose the meaning of the flying sword, and it was destined to not have so much strength.

But the sheep's tongue Chengji's brows were furrowed, this sword was very special, and it actually made him feel a little threatened.

Li Wenshuo's sword intent was dusty and domineering, but at this moment, it was with a resolute and cold meaning.

This sword is to divide life and death.

In the face of such a decisive sword, no matter who it is, it is necessary to make the most decisive choice.

Either knock him down head-on and crush him, or he will be crushed.

Between life and death, you have to choose, but as long as you choose, whether you choose life or death, you have fallen into this sword intent.

Sheep tongue Chengji saw the meaning of this sword, but seeing through it does not mean that he can break it, and in the face of this sword intent, he still has to choose.

Naturally, he will not choose to die, his realm is higher than Li Wenshuo, and his injuries are much lighter than Li Wenshuo, as long as he blocks this sword, he will win.

The fist was entwined with the cold qi and the rain with the slightest fishy smell, hitting the air, like a muffled thunder, he wanted to use his fist to smash this sword intent apart!

Broken Tooth continued to move forward in silence, and a hurricane howled from the blade of the sword, sweeping through the grassland, bringing up the thick blood on the ground.

One person and one sword, staggered, the iron sword swirled, standing in front of him, and the sword body sank into the ground.

Sheep tongue Chengji's eyes were slightly convex, and he seemed to be a little incredulous.

There was an extremely thin red thread on his neck, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out.

Then his head fell to the ground.

In the spring of the eighteenth year of Jingde, Li Wenshuo broke through the realm to kill the enemy and entered the realm of Xuanche, but there was no trace of the joy of breaking the realm and the excitement of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and there was only endless melancholy and loss.