A crisp sound from Ding!

Xu Chen twisted his body and swung his sword, slashing the gray sword light that escaped after flying himself, and his body fell from mid-air.

On the first day of the first meeting, there was a gap the size of a grain of rice at the knife edge, and there was a very slight tear above his tattered cloth robe, but his eyebrows and eyes outside the mask were still not afraid, his legs were stuck to the ground like two nails, his hands were tightly gripping the long handle of the Pu knife, and he lowered his head slightly and observed the movements in the night vigilantly.

Suddenly, the long knife in his hand flipped over, and at the cost of a bloody mark on his left shoulder, he avoided the sword light that came from the night on the right, and at the same time, a subtle vibration came from his hand, confirming that his blade had at least touched the flying sword.

Xu Chen still lowered his head slightly, quietly staring at General Ximen in the chair not far away, listening carefully to the slight humming sound that sounded from time to time in the night around the lakeside hut, trying to judge the direction of the flying sword.

He took a step forward.

Outside the courtyard, a falling bamboo leaf was torn in half by an invisible force.

He fell backwards like a mountain, the shadow of the gray sword grazing against his shoulder.

He slammed his right hand on the ground, and his waist and abdomen tightened, and the mountain stood up again, his feet lightning staggered, and the gray sword shadow sneered into the crack in the stone slab in front of his feet, and then quickly buzzed and flew again, and disappeared without a trace.

He was standing three steps back from before.

The small oil lamp on the right side of the tea table shone faintly, and General Simon sat in the stone chair for a long time, smiling rather than smiling.

The two of them were only a few steps apart, but even the night of these few steps was so insurmountable.

For no one knows where the shadow of the gray sword is in the night.

Holding the handle of the long knife with both hands, his feet stepped on the stone slab steadily, without stepping on the gaps, without stepping on the protrusions, to ensure that he could borrow all the power of the earth at any time, Xu Chen stared at the general in the chair motionless like a statue, there was no fear in his eyes, only calm and focused.

He knew that he would most likely die tonight, so of course he was afraid.

But having been tortured by life and death too many times, Xu Chen knows very well that at this time, fear is the most useless emotion, and he can only turn fear and nervousness into excitement, so that he can turn the word life and death around.

The flying sword buzzed, the lightning stabbed, and he swung his sword and slashed, even if he slashed into the air, he would avoid the vital parts at the last moment with the combat instinct and strong body control that he had honed on the battlefield.

The sword was like a flying knife like snow, and countless dense cuts were cut on his body by the shadow of the sword, and the blood penetrated his underwear and oozing out of the shabby robe, and began to dripping on the surface of his body, like a bloody man.

But Xu Chen still held the Pu knife tightly with both hands, his feet were stuck on the stone slab like nails, and he stared at the strong man in the chair without any expression in his eyes, without panic, without fear, and even without the fanatical emotions that he should have when he was desperate.

General Ximen gradually smiled, looked at the bloody young man not far in front of him, and said calmly: "More than a dozen swords in a row failed to directly stab you to death, leaving you with some small wounds, yes, you are the first person who came here to be able to stalemate for so long." But I must warn you that even if the wound is small and the bleeding is slow, if it flows for a long time, it will die. ”

"I understand, so I'll try to find a chance to cut off your head before the blood runs dry. Xu Chen replied.

"You won't have that chance. General Ximen looked at Xu Chen sympathetically and shook his head.

At this time, the water on the small charcoal stove finally began to boil, and the hot mist sprayed out of the spout.

The general lifted the kettle from the stove with his left hand and poured it into the crude teacup. He looked at the tea leaves that were constantly floating and sinking by the boiling water, lowered his head and said, "I'm going to start drinking morning tea, so I won't play with you." ”

The boiling water on the charcoal stove was gradually boiling, the hot vapor was steaming, and the boiling water was rushed into the teacup, Xu Chen looked at this picture seriously, staring at General Ximen's every move, staring at his shoulder, staring at his hands, and did not listen to any words that the other party might weaken his will to fight, and when he saw this person going to pour tea, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Holding the teacup in his hand, he naturally couldn't pinch the sword trick anymore, Xu Chen's legs that were firmly rooted in the ground like nails tightened, his body fell forward violently, his hands dragged the long Pu knife, and with the strength of his whole body, the tiger pounced away!

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, looking at the young soldier who was dragging the knife behind him and fighting for his life, General Simon's eyes were filled with a mixture of pity and mockery, and his right hand reached out of the cuff and spread his fingers in the night breeze.

The sound of breaking the wind in the lakeside hut was loud, not the air flow rolled up by Xu Chenhu's body, but the sound of the deep night being torn by some force, the sound of the gray sword shadow that disappeared behind without knowing the sound of humming, almost in front and behind, the ghost and god were unpredictable, instantly tearing the night like lightning and stabbing Xu Chen's back!

The bamboo leaves that were swept by the wind at the bamboo wall suddenly fell silent, and then scattered in all directions in horror. The boiling hot mist at the charcoal stove suddenly condensed, and then settled extremely slowly to the ground, and the time on the stone floor in the courtyard seemed to slow down a lot.

Is this the power of the swordsman when he strikes with all his might?

Feeling the absolute coldness coming from behind him, and the sharp meaning that had begun to break his heart before he came into contact, Xu Chen had such a feeling in his mind, knowing that the hand of the god of death was about to brush his back.

But he didn't look back, he didn't dodge, he still ran like a tiger, because he knew that there was no way back, and it was futile to dodge at such a close distance, and at this moment he could only run, run towards death or run faster than death, so that there could be the last glimmer of hope.

Rushing to the place two steps in front of General Ximen, Xu Chen completely ignored the aura of death that was so close behind him, stared at the other party's neck, and slashed his whole body on the Pu knife with both hands!

Looking at the fierce sword light that came from the splitting face, the teacup that General Ximen picked up in his left hand just touched his lips, and there was no expression on his face, he clearly saw in the sea of the breath of heaven and earth that the long sword under the control of his mental power had flown behind Xu Chen like lightning, and before the blade fell, the young man would die.

The Pu knife in Xu Chen's hand was still three feet away from General Ximen's neck.

General Ximen's flying sword was still a foot away from Xu Chen's back.

No matter how it is calculated, although Xu Chen bravely fought a desperate opportunity, it is a pity that this last fight can only kill his own life, but it cannot hurt General Ximen in the slightest.

The next moment, Xu Chen should have died, but he didn't die.

With the momentum of the dragging knife and slashing, he quietly let go of his left hand, and reached behind his back very naturally, grasping a piece of hard object that poked out of the shroud.

He held the "little jade sword" that had long since turned into a short sword.

However, what he didn't expect was that he was taken out with the little jade sword, and the fire talisman given to him by the six-tailed demon fox, for the safety of the fire talisman, he was actually tied to the little jade sword, which was regarded as a decoration, and now, it was the opportunity for it to appear.

Holding the jade sword, he stabbed forward suddenly, and at the same time, the fire talisman at the end of the hilt suddenly lit up, and the next moment, it was an extremely limited flame.

It's just that this flame came from the tip of the jade sword, and the flame turned out to be black, and under the impact, the entire flame was instantly flattened, as if a huge shield had been formed in front of Xu Chen.

Xu Chen had naturally seen the fire dragon in the fire talisman and the burning scene, but he had never seen such a strange scene.

However, at the moment of crisis, Xu Chen couldn't think about it so much, and now living is the most important thing.

The area of the black shield suddenly expanded, like a large black flower that was instantly prompted by the condensation of the spring breeze, and it opened with a bang, covering Xu Chen's back and blocking the humming and terrible gray sword shadow.

General Ximen mobilized all his mental power to make a decisive sword shadow, wrapped in endless power, but when the long sword stabbed into the black flame shield, there was a very unimaginable follow-up change.

There was no sound of the fire tearing, and there was no sound of violent collision.

The sharp and incomparable flying sword pierced the black fire, like a fallen leaf falling into an endless black mire, and like a tired mosquito gently landing on the black plaque of the old fang.

The flying sword vibrating and humming at high speed seemed to be glued to the flat flame, and suddenly fell into absolute silence.

A moment later, the fallen leaves that had fallen into the boundless black mire slowly sank without a trace, and the tired mosquitoes that fell on the black plaque of the old fang fell weakly into the air, towards the end of their lives.

The sharp sword that had been sharp before, as if it had lost all its life in an instant, fell from the flames like this, and slowly fell towards the ground.

There is a broken thread in the world of heaven and earth vitality.

General Ximen's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he couldn't sense his natal sword, his lips burst out with a loud roar, his left hand let go of the crude teacup, and his palms came together, clamping the blade that Xu Chen had chopped over with one hand!

There was a faint distance of a hair between his palm and Xu Chen's blade, and it was not completely touched, but in that extremely subtle space, there seemed to be some kind of power filled with it, as tight as cotton.

The roar echoed in the quiet lakeside hut, and the flying sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the whistling, and it was a bounce, but it couldn't fly again, and it looked extremely miserable and futile, just like the old mosquito that fell on the frosty ground in late autumn, its thin wings were frozen into glass ice, and the so-called struggle was more like a convulsion before death.

General Ximen's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted again, slapped the cold knife face with his palms, his right hand came out through his sleeve, his body swept obliquely and bounced up from between the chairs, and pointed at the sword to stab Xu Chen's throat.

At this moment, the crude and clumsy teacup fell heavily to the ground, falling out of the black and red clay clay flakes all over the ground, and the hot water mixed with the tea leaves was scattered in all directions in a radial shape, and the white heat escaped in horror.

General Ximen also pointed to the sword and stabbed Xu Chen's throat, drawing an arc to the left, which was farther than the straight stab, which also gave Xu Chen the last time to react at the moment of life and death.

He had to do this, because he wanted to avoid the black flame behind Xu Chen, and subconsciously he didn't want to touch the flame, even if he didn't want to touch it, the black flame was even darker and darker than the darkness before dawn in this lakeside hut.

General Simon didn't know what the sword and the black flame in the young man's hand were, but he could vaguely feel the fear that the black flame brought to him, which was the instinctive fear of a cultivator.

It was precisely because of this deepest fear in his heart that General Ximen's finger sword was a little slower than normal, and it was precisely by taking advantage of this extremely short time that Xu Chen had time to move the jade sword to the left side of his body.

At this time, the black flame actually increased with Xu Chen's inner will, just like a big black flower floating on the surface of the lake, obediently sliding from Xu Chen's fingers from his right shoulder to his left shoulder, and then covering his entire body.

The finger poked at the strange surface of the fire, and there was no burning temperature.

General Simon stared, looking at the place where his fingertips came into contact with the black flame surface, the fear in his heart surged out, his body trembled violently, and his face became extremely pale in an instant—he was extremely shocked to find that along with the fear in his heart, there was also the mental power in his body and the heaven and earth vitality he mobilized with his mental power.

General Simon never thought that he would be forced into such a situation, but he knew that he had been forced into the edge of the cliff of life and death!

He didn't withdraw his sword, because as soon as the light entered the night, it had to be divided into a winner, either day or night, and no one could leave in advance before sunrise and sunset!

Only to hear a terrible and unpleasant whistling sound burst out from between his lips, and this cultivator who had been hiding his strength finally burst out with the most extreme strength.