Late at night, the autumn breeze is blowing, and the moonlight is like washing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info on both sides of the official road leading from Yangzhou to the northwest, the shadows of the trees are swaying, dark and quiet. At this moment, a horse-drawn carriage came in the distance. It was Murong Changqing who was driving, and it was the medical immortal Tan Xingji sitting in the carriage.

Due to Tan Xingji's advanced age, Murong Changqing was worried that the old man would not be able to stand the bumps along the way, so the carriage did not run too fast.

When the carriage drove out of Chu Mansion for forty miles, Murong Changqing found that there was a faint figure standing in the middle of the road in the distance. The figure is motionless, accompanied by the moonlight and the autumn wind, which makes people shudder.

Murong Changqing hurriedly stopped the carriage slowly, and his left hand was already clenching the long sword in his waist.

The person in the middle of the road was dressed in a cyan robe, and in the moonlight, he seemed to be asleep, peaceful and quiet. He didn't seem to notice the arrival of the carriage at all.

Murong Changqing didn't speak, nor did he get up, his eyes stared at the blue-robed man in front of him. Both sides were silent for a long time, without saying a word, and confronted each other for a full quarter of an hour.

In the end, the green-robed man seemed to slowly wake up from a dream and opened his eyes.

"Good concentration. But you sit and I stand, obviously I still suffer. The green-robed man smiled, revealing two rows of eerie teeth.

Murong Chang's face sank like water, and he said coldly, "Is there something wrong with Your Excellency?"

The green-robed man blinked his eyelids: "There are some small things." I heard that there is a great kendo master in this Jianghu, known as the Sword Demon. So I want to try it and see if this person is in vain?"

Murong Chang smiled coldly: "Your Excellency seems to have come here specifically for me?"

The green-robed man pursed his lips and said, "Knowingly ask." ”

Murong Changqing smiled coldly: "It's unfortunate, I have something important to do, and I don't have the time to accompany you." I hope that Your Excellency will flash the way. ”

The green-robed man glanced at Murong Changqing with a sneering eye, and said, "It's okay to make way." Leave the name of the Sword Demon behind. ”

Murong Changqing suddenly laughed loudly, and the laughter spread throughout the four fields, shaking the surrounding leaves rustling, and falling to the ground one after another. In this quiet late night, it makes people listen to the creepy.

The green-robed man shouted impatiently: "What are you howling in the middle of the night!"

Murong Changqing suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes widened, and three words were squeezed out between his teeth: "You are also worthy!"

The green-robed man shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whether you are worthy or not, you will only know after the competition." ”

Murong nodded affectionately: "Before the competition, I would like to ask who your Excellency is? ”

The green-robed man smiled slightly and said, "Since you want to know, I'll tell you." My name is Leng Hanshuang, and I have a little nickname - Sword Idiot. ”

Murong Changqing's eyes rolled, and after a moment of thought, he said, "I haven't heard of it." Since you are a sword idiot, and you are here to challenge me tonight, you must be quite conceited about your swordsmanship. Then please draw your sword. ”

Leng Hanshuang stopped talking, and slowly untied the "black evil" from his waist.

Hearing the clear sound of "Cang" in the night sky, the "Black Evil" long sword came out of its sheath, carrying a compelling evil aura towards Murong Changqing. The surrounding leaves were engulfed in evil qi and fell one after another, swirling and flying above the cold frost's head.

At this time, Murong Changqing's Tai'a and Zang Quan were also out of the sheath, and Murong Changqing's figure flew forward like a ghost. "Bell, bell" sounded twice, sparks shot out, and Murong Changqing and Leng Hanshuang's figure were suddenly separated.

The green brocade robe on Murong Changqing's body was cut off, and the cold frost robe belt was cut off, and the cyan cloth robe slowly fell.

Leng Hanshuang's eyebrows twitched, and he exclaimed: "What a fast sword, interesting." But it seems to be a knife technique. ”

Murong Changqing's face was still expressionless, and he said lightly: "You have some insight. So tell me what kind of knife technique I use?"

Leng Hanshuang looked up and thought about it, and said, "Then let me guess." ”

Before the words fell, Cold Frost bullied forward, and the black sword slashed diagonally from right to left. The sword is like a rainbow, and it is unstoppable. The sword qi pointed at it, and the trunk of a tree with a thick bowl mouth was cut off by the sound. The tree slowly fell, raising a cloud of black dust.

Murong Changqing was not lazy, his figure was floating in the dust and mist, and in an instant, his hands alternately slashed out six swords. Mars flew in the night sky, shining brightly. The leaves floating in the sky were first chopped into pieces and immediately ignited by Mars, like stellar fireworks that continue to burst into flames in the vast starry sky.

This time, Murong Changqing's brocade robe had been completely cut, his belt fell to the ground, and a thin wound appeared on his chest. The cold frost lining was cut into sections, and the blood was already pouring out.

"Feiyan slashed six times in a row, and the dream was a sword. This is the sword technique of the Wa Kingdom, this is not the sword technique. You actually used the sword technique of the Japanese to resist the sword. ”

Murong Changqing's face became a little pale, and he began to cough slowly.

"So what? As long as I can defeat you, it doesn't matter if I have sword skills or sword skills. Although your Seven Absolute Swords are domineering, they still can't win against me. You can't even exert seventy percent of the power of the cold night chasing wind and Tongba light wings just now, and you dare to challenge me. ”

Leng Hanshuang nodded and said, "Then how about you take a look at my sword?"

Leng Hanshuang said that, with a loud roar, his body exploded, and he held the sword in both hands and slashed at Murong Changqing. The surrounding air was driven by the black, and the broken branches and fallen leaves danced like crazy demons, and there was a great tendency to open mountains and crack the ground.

Murong Changqing didn't dare to slack off, his figure rotated rapidly in place like a spinning top, his two swords swirling, and the sword qi intertwined like a cocoon, protecting his body. The airflow around Murong Changqing was driven to rotate rapidly, swinging layers of yellow sand, pushing the branches and leaves of the riot around.

The sound of "jingling" was endless, the branches and leaves were crushed by the wind, and the yellow sand once again filled the earth.

After a while, the night sky returned to silence without a single sound. The crushed fallen leaves lay quietly on the ground, and the yellow sand disappeared.

Murong Changqing's left-hand sword, Zang Quan, was shocked to the ground, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding profusely. He coughed louder, more rapid and continuous.

Leng Hanshuang held the Black Sword upside down with both hands, the tip of the sword was on the ground, and his body shook slightly against the Black Sword. Cold Frost suddenly felt a surge in his lungs, and a mouthful of blood spurted to the ground.

Leng Hanshuang wiped the blood from his mouth with his left hand, and said with a forced smile: "Fine snow returns to the wind." Sure enough, it is worthy of a sword demon. Now it's even more interesting. But today you don't want to leave alive. ”

Murong Changqing calmed down for a long time, and said coldly: "The Shadow Dance Splitting Slash is indeed extraordinary. It's a pity that I just said that even though you have peerless swordsmanship, you don't have enough internal strength, and you are not my opponent after all. ”

Cold Frost laughed loudly: "It's still such a big breath to die in front of your eyes." I'd like to see how long you can go crazy. ”

The two were three feet apart, gasping for breath at each other. Cold Frost couldn't lift the Black Sword at this time. And Murong Changqing's hands held Tai'a tightly. Murong Changqing was very sure that as long as he made another move, the other party would die in his hands, because he concluded that Leng Hanshuang was no longer able to use this last sword.