Outside the Tianlan Courtyard.

The shackles on Shan Lixing and Lian Bancheng were untied.

The armorers and students who had laid down their blades and were caught saw hope again, and re-armed their weapons.

The five princes' side lost their combat strength because of the death of the five princes and the black-clothed dead soldiers he brought, and the rest were only Long Xiangjun who didn't know the depth and Mu Guiyun who was in the spiritual realm.

And the side of Tianlan Yuan was seriously injured in a big battle just now, and it was difficult to fight again.

Now, the only thing that can fight against them is the group of swordsmen who came from Jiangdong.

Therefore, Xiahou Yuan looked at the young star in front of him very seriously.

He still looks very young.

He looks like he's in his early thirties. Although he relied on the power of the inheritance star spirit to become a star, he can still be said to be quite young at such an age.

His hair is scattered, but his breath is solid, and at first glance it is clear that it is not easy to match.

And what disgusted Xiahou Yuan the most, or what made him feel uneasy, was.

His eyes were so similar to the swordsman a hundred years ago.

But soon he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, he has been a star for a hundred years, and the junior in front of him has become a star for half a year. Reasonably, he doesn't think that he has the capital to compete with him.

What's more, he still has such a thing in his arms.

It was an extremely terrifying thing, even if it was as strong as Yu Heng, it had been fated to fall on it, although the thing in his arms was not as good as the thing that killed Yu Heng in the first place, but it should be no problem to deal with the junior in front of him.

As he thought so, the light in his eyes turned cold.

"A hundred-year covenant, take my head, and it's up to you?" he said in a cold voice.

"By me. The swordsman nodded very seriously and firmly. Then he took a few steps back.

Bang dang!

There was a crisp sound.

The knife on his back was pulled out by him.

Then there was a similar sound behind him.

The group of swordsmen behind him drew their knives at this moment.

At that time, the sword was as bright as day, and the light was as cold as snow.

A sword intent rose from their bodies at that moment, and they turned into a knife at that moment.

A knife that is out of its sheath and will drink blood.

Chu Xifeng stretched out his knife and pointed it at Xiahou Yuan's face.

"You have a deep enmity with me in the sea of blood in Jiangdong, this revenge must be avenged, otherwise the ancestors will not die, and the public opinion of tens of millions of people in Jiangdong will be uneven. ”

"But Xiahou Haoyu's hundred-year appointment with my Chu family gave Jiangdong a chance to recuperate for a hundred years. This is a grace, and I have to pay it back. ”

"The people of Jiangdong have clear grievances. ”

"So, I'll give you three cuts. After three swords, it is the time when your head falls to the ground, and you go to the sea of stars and my ancestors to bow down and confess their sins. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiahou Yuan's body was stunned, and then he began to tremble extremely irregularly.

But not because of emotion, but anger.

Three knives.

This doesn't seem to be a particularly large number.

But when it comes to the realm of star death. Every move, every style, contains the power of heaven and earth, although it is not to say the law, but it can move the world, can shake the mountains.

Three swords are enough to reverse the victory and defeat of the two cultivators who have been separated by a hundred years, and life and death are easy.

But the junior in front of him dared to threaten to make three moves.

What arrogance this is.

Perhaps because he was extremely angry, the corners of Xiahou Yuan's mouth suddenly showed a smile.

He grinned, baring his teeth.

"Good! You're a little more arrogant than your ancestors!"

As he said this, his body took a stance, and with a wave of his big hand, the scabbard wrapped in his ghost-headed knife flew out violently, shooting into the wall on one side at a speed that was too fast to see, and inserted it steadily.

"Within three swords, I will let your soul return to the sea of stars and reunite with your ancestors. ”

Xiahou Yuan took a few steps forward with his knife, and his gold-trimmed boots stepped on the official road paved with bluestone slabs, and outside the silent Tianlan Courtyard, there was a clattering sound.

It was like a drum hammer hitting the surface of a drum made of human skin, and the sound resounded back and forth, penetrating people's hearts.

When he said this, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly converged, as if he suddenly remembered something, he patted his head, and said very regretfully: "I'm sorry, I forgot, you are a starless star, you can't go to that sea of stars." ”

"You're just a pitiful worm wrapped in Chu Xiaohan's bones and dressed in the cloak of the Heavenly Wounded Star. ”

As he spoke, he licked his lips like a jackal about to taste delicious flesh.

"But it's okay, I'll end your miserable life soon. Then take the armor soldiers, cross the Li River, and slaughter your Jiangdong to the ground!"

A rampant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, as if he had seen the intoxicating scene.

But to his surprise, this swordsman, who was no more than a fraction of his age, was unmoved.

He just carried a knife and looked at him coldly, like looking at a clown who was sensationalizing.

Then, he spat out a faint sentence.

"It's just that my star death is inherited from my ancestors, otherwise, if my ancestors are in person, I'm afraid you will have to go to Sima Xu's mansion to be a doorman for the last Jiazi, right?"

The smile on Xiahou Yuan's face suddenly stopped at that moment, and his face changed suddenly as if he had been stepped on by someone and had a sore foot.

"With sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I don't know if your knife can match the thirty percent of your mouth kung fu. ”

"If you can't do it, you'll know if you try it. ”

Xiahou Yuan finally stopped talking, he was not stupid.

Chu Xifeng can become a star, so naturally he is not stupid.

If he dared to let him stab him three times, it showed that he was completely sure to take off his head.

That's why he said what he had just said, trying to provoke the young swordsman, but unfortunately, it backfired.

In that case, the only thing left is to see the real chapter under your hands.

Thinking of this, Xiahou Yuan's eyes suddenly closed.

He held his sword in front of him, and the blade was dark purple, like the stars above his head.

His blade and blade were connected into a straight line, and this line was like the Chu River and Han Realm on a chessboard, splitting his face in two.

There is a starlight on the left, and the light is strange. The right side is hidden in the night, and it is as black as ink.

At this moment, a gust of wind spread around his body, rolling up dust and sand all over the ground, blowing away the flesh and blood that lay between the two.

"Chirito!"

A demonic voice that seemed to rise from under the nine shadows suddenly sounded.

Xiahou Yuan's eyes suddenly opened at that moment, and a dark purple light appeared from the center of his eyebrows, and his body also suddenly moved forward at that moment.

He dragged his knife forward as fast as a meteor flashing in the sky, and almost no one in the room could catch his tracks.

But a spiritual pressure came overwhelmingly at this time, and the dark purple star in the sky was full of light, and with his spiritual pressure, it enveloped the entire Chang'an City in an instant.

It seems that as the evil ghost said, this style covers thousands of miles.

At that moment, there was a sound from the ground in a radius of thousands of miles, as if something was about to pour out from underneath.

And at this moment, his knife finally arrived in front of Chu Xifeng.

Maybe it was because he was so fast, so fast that his knife seemed to suddenly emerge from the void. It's so abrupt, it's so unexpected.

The dark purple blade was wrapped in a strong killing intent that went straight to Chu Xifeng's face.

Just when everyone's hearts trembled, Su Changan was about to exclaim in surprise.

The soft sound of the bell rippled on the official road.

I saw him turn his head to the right side and the blade of the knife to the left, so he took this sharp killing move lightly.

"A knife. He said with a shudder.

Xiahou Yuan missed the blow, his body retreated, his face was gloomy, although Fang Cai's move was just a temptation, he still felt that this young star was no less powerful than him.

But he still secretly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and then, the voice of the evil ghost reappeared.

"Arazuka!"

The throbbing under the ground became more and more obvious at this moment, and the thousands of miles of land centered on him shook violently, and countless graves, coffins, and dead bodies poured out of the ground at that moment.

Traces of black gas poured out of the dead bodies, gathering with the blade of his sword.

The dark purple ghost-headed broadsword was entangled in black gas at that moment, and there seemed to be a faint sound of ghosts crying wolf.

Xiahou Yuan's figure moved again, his speed was still so fast, and the black qi wrapped in the knife was like black flames, burning more and more on his knife body.

This time, his knife no longer came from the flanks, but stabbed straight through like a sword.

Chu Xifeng's face was still indifferent, he put his knife across his chest, and blocked such a knife with great ease.

"Two knives. His voice rang out at that time.

But the corners of Xiahou Yuan's mouth appeared with a smile at this time.

The voice of the evil spirit also rises again at this time.

"Ten thousand ghosts cry!"

As soon as these words came out, the stars flourished.

Among the lonely graves, coffins, and even dead bodies, there were bursts of weeping and whining sounds.

Those voices gathered together, like the murmur of a demon, suddenly resounded in Chang'an City.

And Xiahou Yuan's body jumped high in the next moment, and countless lonely souls and wild ghosts all turned into black rays at this moment, and flocked to his sword body again.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Everyone looked at the sky at this moment, looking at the swordsman who was holding the ghost-headed big knife and jumping high, and looking at the sword body where countless ghost qi gathered on it, and the terrifying spiritual pressure contained on it made people tremble.

Even Chu Xifeng felt the terrifying coercion contained in this knife at that time, and that kind of coercion made him feel chilled even as a star.

He wanted to stop it, but as Fang had just said, time slowed down.

His speed was incredibly slow, and every move, even a thought, became incomparably slow.

His pupils suddenly widened at that moment, and he remembered the black qi gathered by Xiahou Yuan's "barren mound" just now, it was not spiritual power or ghost qi, and the power of that style was faintly inferior to the first move.

In that way, he gathered not the spiritual power of these ashes, but time!

Yes! It's time!

It's a very mysterious thing. It's hard to understand, it's even more difficult to capture, even if it's as strong as a star, it can't escape being turned into loess under the minions of time.

And as long as someone has the time in his hands, then immortality is possible for him, and he is a true god!

But how did the swordsman in front of him do it?

If he had such a talent, why did he have to be killed by his ancestors a hundred years ago, and he couldn't live in fear?

Maybe there is something wrong with this, but Chu Xifeng didn't have time to think about it.

Because time was fast again, all the ghost qi also gathered on his sword body at this time, and the huge black qi almost covered the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire sky of Chang'an City, and then attacked straight towards Chu Xifeng's front door.