At the moment when Xia Xuehan raised his sword, the six musketeers moved, like a light feather, floating towards Xia Xuehan, but the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the six of them had already arrived in front of Xia Xuehan.

This Mo Yu Six Musketeers are Xiao Fan's right-hand men, carefully studying hundreds of swordsmanship, learning from all directions, no matter how strong or weak the enemy, how many, they are all six people at the same time, with a tacit understanding, just like one person.

The white clothes danced, fluttering like a shadow, and with a "dang" sound, he turned around and swung away from the sword that came from his heart, tiptoe, and retreated a few feet. Turning around with a sword, he used a move "Qin Wang Whip Stone" to slash at the person in front of him, although it was a big sword move, but it was also very powerful by Xia Xuehan holding a sword.

A swordsman in front of him blocked with a sword, Xia Xuehan slashed down with a sword, and the man's arm was numb, and he took a few steps back.

The man only paused for a moment, then immediately came back to his senses, dodged and retreated to the side, and the other five people immediately swung their swords to attack, without giving Xia Xuehan a chance to breathe.

The six musketeers shifted their shapes and transposed, stepped on the seven stars, surrounded Xia Xuehan, the sword array flowed, and the six long swords converged into a piece of essence, and shot at the same time, impermeable. The six swords change, both attacking the enemy and defending themselves, and there is really no flaw to be found.

The sword in Xia Xuehan's hand is like a spirit snake spitting out letters, the sword light turns into stars, and the body turns violently into a whirlwind, with a move "the moon shines on the Qinling Mountains", the sword wind rotates and rises, directly taking the ink feather swordsman in the southeast corner. That person's sword flower bloomed, like an iceberg snow lotus, the more it opened, the bigger it became, and there were a few crisp sounds of "dingding", and Xia Xuehan was bounced back.

The sun in the sky was still blazing, and Xiao Fan looked at Xia Xuehan trapped in the sword array with great interest under the umbrella, with a shallow smile on his face. The hundreds of black-clothed warriors around them were expressionless, as if a pile of cold ice had stood for thousands of years, exuding a biting chill on them.

Xia Xue's cold eyes were cold, a style of "sweeping the leaves to return to the sky", leaning over and raising the sword, the sword pressed to the ground, the body swirled backwards, and the point swept up countless sword lights, for a while, the clothes were flying, the white shadows and black shadows were staggered, and the sharp sword light provoked the ground to fly sand and stones.

"Whoever hides the lonely standard and arrogant world, the same flowers bloom late! If it is really an arrogant Xue Han son, there is also some loneliness and sadness in the sword moves. Xiao Fan groaned softly, the white clothes were ethereal, faint and faint, and flowed with the flowing water.

With only one stick of incense, Xia Xuehan has already hit more than ten times, but he just can't get out of this sword formation.

Xia Xuehan withdrew his sword and stood in the formation, carefully sweeping over the six people who were turning rapidly, as if they were one, and could not find a flaw. A person stabbed straight with a sword, Xia Xuehan swung his sword to meet the attack, and under the hard touch, Xia Xuehan's arm was numb, so he turned his move with skill, and no longer used hard. For a while, Xia Xuehan fell into the wind, picking, dialing, racking, hanging, dodging, and trying his best to avoid the stabbing sword.

Mo Yu's six swords became more and more interested, although any one person was far from Xia Xuehan's opponent, but this seamless sword formation, the tacit understanding of the six people, made Xia Xuehan helpless.

Xia Xuehan was still in danger, so he was sure in his heart, with a sword, borrowed a sword from the other party and flew away, and then turned around and flew up to defend and attack, the sword stabbed obliquely to the northwest corner from top to bottom, stabbed, stabbed again, turned the wrist and stabbed three stabs in a row, the person parried left and right, Xia Xuehan borrowed the strength of the body to roll up, the sword light pressed downward, the sword move was fast and steady, the person was in a hurry to block the side of the sword, and couldn't help but slow down for half a beat, Xia Xuehan then used the force to spin the side of the sword and split down.

The man turned around, Xia Xuehan used his strength to reverse spin, turned his hand and raised the sword light, the person in the six swords of Mo Yu then pressed the sword down to block, and Xia Xuehan turned to twist his wrist and wipe it flat. The man hurriedly erected his sword to block the side, Xia Xuehan immediately turned a few times with the force of the block, turned around, and turned his body with his right foot on the ground after half a circle, and his body suddenly reversed and spiraled, parallel to the ground, and the sword light swirled straight towards the person.

Although it was a complicated set of sword moves, it was only a breath in Xia Xuehan's effort, and the person in the six swords of Mo Yu had no time to dodge, and the others did not slow down to come to the rescue.

I saw that the man was holding a sword in both hands to block the front, and with a "dang" sound, the two sides were hard to compare, and before Xia Xuehan's body landed, he forced a breath of true qi, and his body rotated rapidly in the air. The tip of the sword stabbed straight at the man, adding a layer of drilling force every time it spiraled in the air, and the man was forced out of the ground several feet, and two marks were drawn on the ground under his feet.

"Oops!"

Xiao Fan couldn't help but exclaim, but it was too late, the thousands of miles of fast wind were respected as the first body method in the world, and it was not in vain.

In just a flash of light, Xia Xuehan had already rushed out of that gap. With a stroke of the sword, the person who was repelled by Xia Xuehan flashed to the side in a hurry, but his right arm was still cut open by the sword qi, and the blood was dripping, and he couldn't form a sword formation for a while.

"Xue Han Gongzi really lives up to his reputation, no one has ever come out of this Immortal Feather Reincarnation Sword Array, you are the first person!" Xiao Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness, is this Xia Xue Han really strong enough to take action himself?

"Immortal Feather Reincarnation Sword Formation, no one has ever been able to trap me for so long, this is the first one, enough to be proud!" Xia Xue's cold eyes flashed with a trace of disdain, and the white clothes danced to themselves without wind under the scorching sun.

The two of them stood opposite each other like this, the white clothes were better than the snow, the black clothes were like ink, the two young men who were as handsome as immortals, just standing like this, the noble king's temperament made people can't help but kneel down.

Suddenly, a purple cloud floated over, so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred warriors wearing purple soft armor fell behind Xia Xuehan. Led by a man and a woman, the man is heroic and extraordinary, a head taller than ordinary people, just look at it, you know that it is a straightforward and hearty person, and the woman's face is as cold as frost, she looks quite delicate, a black hair tied behind her head, and a purple soft armor shows a delicate figure.

The woman stepped forward and called out softly, "Childe", and then held the tear-stained sword in both hands and presented it to Xia Xuehan's hand. Xia Xuehan seemed to have long been accustomed to her 10,000-year-old icy personality, and she took the tears and didn't say much.

"Childe, is this group of birdmen looking for trouble with you? Listen to your words, do you want me to cut them down?" Qian Yi stepped forward, and his casual words made people's scalps tingle, and he stood behind Xia Xuehan with a big knife, like a tower.

"Zi Yuwei listens to the order, the air is poisonous, masked!" Xia Xuehan didn't care about Qianyi, only said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, the three hundred purple feather guards did not hesitate at all, took out their masks and put them on, and their neat and consistent movements, as sharp as usual, made the enemy tremble. In their eyes, Xia Xuehan is their king, as long as he says a word, they will not hesitate to die immediately.

Xia Xuehan stretched out his hand and patted Qianyi on the shoulder, did not speak, withdrew the tears, pointed directly at Xiao Fan, and said coldly: "Hand over the antidote, or you and I will fight to the death!"

Xiao Fan glanced at the six swords of Mo Yu who retreated to his side, as if he hadn't heard Xia Xuehan's words, and said, "Thank you Prince Xuehan for sparing my six unfortunate minions, I will definitely teach them a good lesson when I go back!"

"You seem to have a habit of not listening to other people's words!" Xia Xuehan took a step forward, and the murderous aura on his body became even stronger.

As soon as Xiao Fan stretched out his hand, the boy with the sword on his back respectfully handed a sword to his hand. The sword seemed ordinary, but there was a faint feeling of stripping the soul of a person from the body, and pieces of flying feathers could be faintly seen on the scabbard and gauntlet, but when I looked closely, there was nothing.

"Feathering!" even Xia Xuehan exclaimed in surprise when he saw this unpretentious sword.

That is the world's third ranked sword - feathering, ranking second only to the sword of sorrow in the hands of the emperor sword Xuanyuan Xia Yu and Xia Xuehan, the legend says that this sword is cast by the swordsmith Xu Fuzi when he was dying, and Xu Fuzi flew up as soon as it was completed, leaving only this world-famous sword.

This sword is full of legends, and it will make a slight sound when facing the enemy, affecting people's minds, and allowing people to see the scene of feathering and ascending to immortals, although it is a moment, but the master has made a move, and many things can be decided in an instant, including life and death.

Xiao Fan slowly pulled out the sword, this sword did not have a dazzling sword light, no sword qi that soared into the sky, and it was as plain as its appearance, but when he felt it carefully, he found that it contained the power that made the world feather.

"If you win the sword in my hand, I will tell you the way to save them!" Xiao Fan raised a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Gambling with the lives of more than a thousand people is really a big gamble!" Xia Xuehan couldn't help but tighten his tear-stained hand a little, the graceful and noble young man in front of him may be his biggest opponent in this life.

Xiao Fan glanced at the black-pressed person lying on the ground, and said: "Playing with Xuehan Gongzi, I still think this bet is too small, and it should be a bet on thousands of miles of splendid rivers and mountains, and the lives of hundreds of millions of living beings to be worthy of your and my identity." ”

"In today's gambling game, it seems that the snow cold can't be avoided, and it must be won. Xia Xuehan took another step closer to Xiao Fan, looked back at Li Ran and said, "Stand by on the spot, if those seven hundred black-clothed warriors have any abnormal movements, don't take care of me, just kill!"

The corners of Xiao Fan's mouth provoked a sneer, and the feather slashed through a perfect arc towards Xia Xuehan. is the perfect boy with a famous sword in his hand, any person in any era can turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands into rain, but the two appear in the same period and become opponents, which is doomed to the demise of one party, or - the same end!

"Ding!" A slight sound came from the Feather Sword, and the thousands of people present were shocked, as if they had been stabbed by a sharp cone, and they could vaguely see the golden light flashing in the distance, and the sun was flying.

"When!" the bell of Shaolin Temple rang, and the melodious bell echoed in this narrow Songshan Mountain, and the people who were addicted to it suddenly came back to their senses, but they couldn't help but feel creepy in retrospect, and it was not against themselves that this sword was not dealt with, otherwise ten lives would not be there.

The young man in black is like the king of the night, and his gestures are extremely noble, and the young man in white is like the immortal of Yaochi, and his every move is out of the dust. The emperor-like black-clothed boy only touched the fairy-like white-clothed boy for a moment, and the two of them retreated.

Comparable!

Xiao Fan and Xia Xuehan raised their swords and rushed towards each other at the same time, the sword moves opened and closed widely, there were no fancy moves, and there was no trace of true air circulation. At first glance, it looks like two people who don't know martial arts are desperately carrying swords, but under a closer look, every move has an extraordinary rhyme, lifting the sword, shooting, defending, turning around, every small action seems to be natural, and there is endless nature in the eyes.

"It's really you, junior brother!" Xiao Fan retreated a few steps and distanced himself from Xia Xuehan.

Xia Xuehan lifted the tears, stared at Xiao Fan's face for a long time, and said slowly: "In this world, there will be no other people in this world except for the descendants of the Ghost Valley." In terms of martial arts and strategy, they are on a par with me, who should I be, it turned out to be a senior brother!"

This book originated from reading books