Chapter 29 Seeing is parting

The maple leaf forest is full of traceless but ubiquitous killing machines, this kind of killing machine has made Zhongyuan a little red, Shangguan Xiaoxian couldn't help but shudder, Zhongyuan was a little red with a hat, but the eyes under his hat were brighter and clearer, as dazzling as a light in the dark, so dazzling that Shangguan Xiaoxian was a little surprised.

However, Shangguan Xiaoxian didn't turn around and look at the Central Plains a little red after all. In her eyes, although the Central Plains at this time is a little red, although it is eye-catching, the most eye-catching are the two people in her eyes: Mo Tingchi and Xie Xiaofeng.

Mo Tingchi and Xie Xiaofeng didn't make any moves, but anyone could feel that there was a terrible confrontation and confrontation between the two.

This kind of confrontation is not a confrontation of weapons, but a confrontation between the heart, the spirit, and the mind, although this confrontation is invisible, but it is more thrilling than the confrontation of weapons.

A maple leaf floated down from the sky, very elegant and natural, but when this maple leaf passed between the two, it fell to the ground like a stone. Shangguan Xiaoxian's eyes widened, she had been paying attention to the battlefield and naturally saw this scene, and she suddenly found that although the confrontation between Mo Dumping Chi and Xie Xiaofeng was invisible, it was not non-existent.

Although she is not a master of swordsmanship, but with Shangguan Jinhong, a martial arts cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts cultivation, she has no less insight into martial arts than any young master in today's martial arts, at this time she has already given birth to a feeling that once the balance between Xie Xiaofeng and Mo Dump Chi is broken, then Xie Xiaofeng and Ink Dump Chi will come out with swords.

The two of them can only use one sword, and one sword can divide the victory and defeat, and determine life and death.

Who lives and who dies?

Shangguan Xiaoxian held her breath, her eyes bloomed with a strong light, even worse than the cold light in the red eyes of the Central Plains, and she was even more dazzling at this moment. But no one appreciated her dazzling, the only spectator, Zhongyuan Yihong, stared at the battlefield wholeheartedly, the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense, and suddenly in an instant, the cold light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and the person seemed to be like a thunderbolt.

At this moment. Shangguan Xiaoxian finally couldn't help but look at Zhongyuan Yihong, she was a little incredible, at this moment he found that Zhongyuan Yihong was like a withered tree, and the vitality of his whole body seemed to be rapidly evaporating, and in an instant, Zhongyuan Dianhong had become a very old person.

This is not a physical oldness, the physical Central Plains is a little red or the original Central Plains is a little red, she sees the Central Plains a little red and the spiritual old.

"What did he see?" she looked at the soon-to-be-aged Nakahara, but the next moment she was shocked.

She is a person who is rarely surprised. And today she was surprised twice in a row.

The original old Central Plains is a little red, and suddenly at a speed visible to the naked eye, the vitality is returning rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the Central Plains is a little red, and the Central Plains, the number one killer in the world, is a little red, and even Shangguan Xiaoxian can clearly feel that the momentum on the Central Plains is even more powerful than just now.

She was just about to ask, when two very simple but unusual voices rang out.

Two sword roars rang out.

"Out of the sword!" At this moment, both Zhongyuan Yihong and Shangguan Xiaoxian had this sentence in their minds at the same time.

Outside the maple forest, two figures stood outside the maple forest. Look out into the maple forest. Xie Wangsun's eyes looked at the maple leaf forest, but more often than not, he looked at his calm expression. Murong Qiudi, who has a graceful temperament, has a complicated look in his eyes, and he wants to say words but he doesn't know what to say, but he can be sure that he doesn't hate this woman in his heart, if he has to, he can only feel guilty. I feel guilty because of Xie Xiaofeng's incident.

At that moment just now, both of them felt that an extremely thick and extremely awe-inspiring killing intent suddenly emerged from the Dao Maple Leaf Forest, this kind of killing intent shocked the heavens and wept ghosts and gods, and anything in the world even the gods and Buddhas could not stop this killing intent, and they could only fall under this killing intent. The terrifying degree of this killing intent not only exceeded Xie Wangsun's expectations, but also exceeded Murong Qiudi's expectations.

However, both of them can be sure of one thing, the moment the killing intent appeared, Xie Xiaofeng and Mo Dumping Chi were definitely already fighting, but neither of the two could be sure of the outcome of the fight?

Both Mo Dumping Chi and Xie Xiaofeng have a chance to win, and there is also a possibility of defeat. The victory or defeat of the two is only at the moment of the shot, and life and death are also at that moment.

Xie Wangsun glanced at Murong Qiudi, he was a little sad to find that Murong Qiudi's eyes were still calm, it seemed that Murong Qiudi had really given up on Xie Xiaofeng, whether it was victory or defeat or life and death for Murong Qiudi.

He is not Murong Qiudi, he cares about Xie Xiaofeng, Xie Xiaofeng is the pride of the Divine Sword Villa, and the only Tianjiao of the Divine Sword Villa, so Xie Xiaofeng can't die, he doesn't want Xie Xiaofeng to die, so he stared at the maple forest with a heavy face, he hoped that the person who came out of the maple forest was a blue-clothed fluttering swordsman, not a black-clothed swordsman who pretended to be lifeless.

Xie Xiaofeng in blue, ink in black.

For a long, long time, I don't know how long it took, Murong Qiudi and Xie Wangsun had already heard the footsteps, very dull footsteps.

The man's steps were not fast, nor heavy, but very natural and casual. But when he heard the sound of footsteps, Xie Wangsun's eyes showed an unprecedented look of horror, he took a few steps back, and then collapsed to the ground. Murong Qiudi glanced at Xie Wangsun, but still didn't speak, he just looked at the maple leaf forest calmly, looking at the person who was definitely not Xie Xiaofeng's figure.

An extremely young swordsman.

Dressed in a dark robe and a long sword, the extremely young swordsman walked into Murong Qiudi's sight. Murong Qiudi looked down at the young swordsman in front of her, mainly looking at the sword of this swordsman, the sword that was not famous but was very likely to be very famous in the future, and after looking at it for a long time, she didn't see anything.

She couldn't tell if the swordsman had won or lost. Therefore, she only opened her mouth to ask this young man who was definitely not inferior to her in wisdom and wisdom: "You came out, and Xie Xiaofeng did not come out, so you won?" For this person, her questions have always been very direct, never beating around the bush.

The young swordsman smiled and said lightly: "The winner has the right to speak, but the loser does not, and now I am talking, so Xie Xiaofeng is defeated." ”

Murong Qiudi nodded, she seemed to agree with this sentence very much, and said, "Xie Xiaofeng is defeated, but is Xie Xiaofeng dead?"

Mo Tingchi looked at Xie Xiaofeng, and he said lightly: "What does this matter have to do with you?"

Murong Qiudi said: "If Xie Xiaofeng is defeated and not dead, then I should always say hello to him before leaving, if Xie Xiaofeng is already a corpse, then I don't need to say hello." ”

"Why?"

Murong Qiudi said: "He is not dead, he can naturally hear me when I greet him." If he dies, will I greet him and he will be heard?"

Mo Tingchi nodded and said, "Yes, if he dies, even how a living person greets a dead person will have no effect. ”

Mo Tianchi smiled, he found that there were two pairs of eyes staring directly at him, it was obvious that these two people wanted to know Xie Xiaofeng's life and death, he had never been a person who liked to lie, especially in front of women, he had never liked to lie, so he said honestly: "Although he was defeated, he did not die." ”

Xie Wangsun had already stood up, and the next moment he rushed into the maple leaf forest.

Murong Qiudi didn't move, she looked at Mo Tianchi coldly, she was very strange, her eyes were full of doubts, and asked, "Have you shown mercy to his subordinates?"

Mo Tianchi shook his head and said, "Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship and I are between the best, so if I show mercy, it will be me, so it is impossible for me to show mercy to him." ”

"But he's not dead, your sword is a murderous swordsmanship, and he should have been dead. Murong Qiudi was very sure that he had never seen the ink pouring pool out of the sword, but he was sure that the ink pouring pool had cultivated the swordsmanship of killing, and the sword was rarely unsheathed without killing people.

Mo Tingchi nodded, he practiced the swordsmanship of killing, and the sword was originally used to kill. He looked at the beautiful and rational woman in front of him, nodded and said, "Yes, originally Xie Xiaofeng would definitely die in my hands, and my sword would pierce his heart in just a moment, but at this time, the situation has changed." ”

Murong Qiudi frowned, she really couldn't think of what would change at this time, so she asked, "What change?"

Mo Tingchi glanced at Murong Qiudi with a strange look in his eyes, and sighed, "At the last moment, he actually withdrew his sword and blocked my sword with his sword. ”

"Turning offense into defense?" Murong Qiudi had an incredulous look on his face.

Mo Tianchi nodded with a wry smile and sighed: "Not only do you not believe it, but now I also don't believe it, but even if I don't believe it, I have to admit that this is a fact, Xie Xiaofeng finally withdrew his sword and blocked my sword, so my sword did not pierce his heart, but only hit him in the chest." ”

Murong Qiu Di said, "You still have a chance to kill him with a second sword?"

Mo Tingchi said: "Yes, I do have a chance to play the second sword, but I don't have the second sword at all. ”

"Why?"

The smile on Mo Dump Chi's face gradually disappeared, and Murong Qiu Di actually saw a touch of divine temperament on Ink Dump Chi's face, and at this time, Ink Dump Chi slowly spoke: "Because Xie Xiaofeng has been defeated and is no longer worthy of being my opponent, I will not sword against him again." ”

Murong Qiudi was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, your purpose is not to kill him, but to defeat him and defeat Xie Xiaofeng in his peak state, so even if Xie Xiaofeng does not die, you still succeed." After saying that, she didn't look at the ink pouring pool, and walked directly towards the maple forest.

Mo Tingchi looked at the free and easy figure, and he said lightly: "Although Xie Xiaofeng has been defeated by me, he has not been defeated, and he has not really been defeated." ”

Murong Qiudi paused, but she didn't pause and continued to walk towards the forest.

What about winning and what about losing? She just wanted to see Xie Xiaofeng one last time, and after this one, she left. (To be continued.) )