The four of them saw Nanjian and Miao Xiangxiang, like a very loving couple, walking hand in hand to the corridor on the sixth floor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Seeing this, the four of them let out a contemptuous sneer at the same time, as if to say, "Two more people are here!" At the same time, the four exchanged glances, so Tang Long walked towards Nan Jian and Miao Xiangxiang.

His expression was very calm, as calm and casual as greeting his relatives, his steps were not fast, and he also seemed a little lazy, he stopped when he walked three steps away from Nanjian and Miao Xiangxiang.

"Master Miao," he said, "you come to check the post in person, why don't you give a word in advance, I can go downstairs to greet you." ”

Miao Xiangxiang sneered, "Don't talk nonsense!" she said, "If you are not afraid of death, get out of the way, we will take this girl in the house away." ”

"Of course you can!" Tang Long still said calmly, "However, the people on the rivers and lakes say that the swordsmanship of the purple-clothed swordsman Nanjian is outstanding, and I don't dare to embarrass the two, but Xiao Ke has a request, and I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go!" Miao Xiangxiang said neatly. Nan Jian, on the other hand, always looked at the other party coldly with expressionless eyes, he had neither anger nor the slightest favor.

When Tang Long heard this, he laughed, "The second master is really a cheerful person," he said, "I only have one wish, I just want to see how fast the sword in the hand of Nan Daxia is, there is no other meaning, that's all!"

Seeing him say this, Miao Xiangxiang glanced at Nan Jian. And Nan Jian was still expressionless, just nodded silently, indicating that he agreed with the other party's request.

"Very good!" Tang Long said excitedly, "It can be seen that Nan Daxia is also a cheerful person." As he spoke, he glanced at the three companions behind him, and that look seemed to say, brothers, pay attention, this idiot is going to be fooled by me again!

When he turned his head and set his eyes on Nan Jian again, he smiled, "Nan Daxia, we Ming people don't do dark things, they all say that your swordsmanship is invincible in the world, but I, Tang Long, don't believe in this evil;

Unexpectedly, Nan Jian didn't say a word, still looked at him with an expressionless face, and nodded. In this way, it was beyond his expectations! He didn't expect that he would be so shameless, and he said that the purple-clothed swordsman Nanjian was unmatched in the world, and he was willing to accept the opponent's three concessions.

However, what he had already spoken, he could not take it back. Therefore, he had to laugh hard. It's just that his smile is more or less stiff now than before. In his laughter, Nanjian had slowly raised the sword in his hand to the position at chest level.

"Are you ready?" Nan Jian asked suddenly, his expression still cold. When the other party heard this, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. The other three swordsmen who were with him were also secretly pinching a cold sweat for Tang Long.

"Ready!" Tang Long had to say three words. These three words, when they said them, Nan Jian and Miao Xiangxiang were about to laugh when they heard them.

Nan Jian nodded, and suddenly said, "Look at the move!"

His sword had already stabbed straight out as he spoke, and the knife in Tang Long's hand of course slashed at the first time. It's just that when Nanjian pulled the sword back from his throat, his steel knife was only halfway raised. And the sword he lifted halfway through would never have a chance to finish, because the blade of the southern sword had already pierced his throat.

At that moment, Tang Long felt that he was weak, and even the weight of a steel knife was overwhelmed. As a result, his steel knife fell to the ground with a thud, and with it, he felt a sharp pain from the sword wound in his throat. Immediately after that, a stream of blood arrows flew out, dyeing the space between him and Nanjian into a bloody glow, and in the bright sunlight, the piece of blood that spewed out of his throat actually presented a brilliant rainbow.

The beautiful rainbow was fleeting, and when a rain of blood fell on the ground, the coolness had already reached the top of Tang Long's head. His eyes closed with a very sleepy look, and his body fell to Nanjian's feet with a thud.

"Now, who else do you want me to make three moves?" Nan Jian turned his face and asked coldly at the three swordsmen who were ten steps away from him. It's just that his expression is still expressionless, and he doesn't have the slightest complacency because of the victory just now. After all, deep in Nan Jian's heart, killing people was the most helpless thing in his life.

The three swordsmen did not speak, their expressions were very solemn, and they silently raised their eyes from the body of Tang Long, who was bleeding on the ground, and looked at Nanjian quietly. At this time, Zeng Xiangdong still had a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Nan Jian secretly felt strange in his heart, and he said in his heart: "This person is so strange, I killed his companion, and he even greeted him with a smile. It seems that this is another very terrible person. ”

Sure enough, Zeng Xiangdong took the lead and stopped three steps away from Nanjian. "Your sword is much faster than his!" he said with a smile as he glanced at Tang Long's body on the ground, and then when his gaze fell on Nan Jian's body, "He was doing this just now, purely out of his own power. ”

However, in the face of his smile and gentle words, Nan Jian did not show the slightest kind smile, and still looked at him coldly. "He didn't let me make three moves at all, he just used it as an excuse to ......" Before he finished speaking, Nan Jian's pupils had already seen a snow-bright steel knife, like a lightning bolt flashing towards his throat.

Therefore, while speaking, Nanjian stabbed the sharp sword out, "It turns out that you also want to play clever and plot against me while I speak!" His words had already been spoken, and his sword had also been stabbed out.

As soon as he spoke, the edge of his sword had been drawn back—with a warm drop of blood. Looking at Zeng Xiangdong again, his eyes were about to pop out. That kind of look is only found in the most unbelieving, because over the years, he has used this trick to successfully kill many opponents who are his enemies.

He couldn't accept this reality, when his own sword was still just an intention to swing, the opponent's sword actually stabbed his throat like a spring rebound, and he had never seen or heard of this kind of rapid speed and accuracy. Until now, his throat has been pierced by the other party A small hole, his still conscious brain still can't accept this reality.

In the end, with the last bit of strength in his life, he roared angrily: "Impossible, what kind of sword are you using!" After saying this, he even carried a knife, clanged, and fell to the ground on his back.

However, when he fell, Nan Jian treated him with sincerity and answered his question, as for whether he could hear Nan Jian's reply, it was his own business.

"His name is the Sword of Evil, and he specializes in killing evil people!"

Before his words could be spoken, there were already two steel knives as swift as meteors, with tail light swaying like meteors, slashing towards the southern sword. But Nanjian did not panic and did not make any moves. Because, at this moment, the Miao Xiangxiang behind him had already knocked out a shining starlight rainstorm plum blossom needle.

The sharp and small plum blossom needles, like a torrential rain, flew towards Ding Guman and Qiao Haikuo, and as a result, their knives had stopped advancing in mid-air, after all, each plum blossom needle had the effect of seeing blood and sealing the marquis.

It is conceivable that so many plum blossom needles are shooting at the two of them like a torrential rain, where can their lives be rubbed for an extra second. As a result, the two of them were like two lumps of mud, slumped to the ground, motionless!