"When death comes, I might as well tell you that those two messengers are my arrangement. From the moment you stepped into the realm of Tianyue Gate, everything was under my control. Here, the cliffs on both sides are like knives, forgive you for your wings and it is difficult to fly. ”

"What's more, Tianyuemen uses poison profoundly...... You Wu Zixi's quick knife is unpredictable......" Xie Junhe grabbed his words with a half-mocking look, "You are sure that you will kill me here." ”

A pale smile appeared on Wu Zixi's face: "Exactly." If you die, someone will naturally blame the murder of the big shopkeeper. The rabble in Red Frost Town is like a plate of loose sand, and the Iron Dust Recipe will eventually return to my hands. ”

Xie Junhe had never felt that any Sven man's face could be as disgusting as his: "Do you think I will give you such a chance?" The blade of the remnant sword once again condensed a frosty light, although, every movement of the breath was like a thousand swords. But he knew that he couldn't die here tonight, and if he couldn't return to Red Frost Town, Wu Zixi would definitely take advantage of the time he left to transfer people to find trouble with Duan Shiyu and the others - then the sea of snow would be dangerous again.

Fine sweat starts from the corners of the forehead and condenses into beads of sweat, which do not stop dripping. The entire back was soaked with sweat. The hand holding the sword was like grasping a life-saving straw, trying its best.

It's just that the fog in front of him has become so obsessive that he can't see anything clearly, and the flickering fluorescence in the purple mist has somehow become spicy and dazzling. The sound of wind whined in his ears, but he knew that it was just a paralysis of his senses—the most threatening thing about a killer was his extraordinary senses, and once he couldn't tell what was going on around him, the speed of his sword and the agility of his defense and dodge would drop rapidly, and the result would only be death.

Although his last death battle with Zhao Haijun was splashed with blood, at least his senses were still sober. And so he survived. And today, he really doesn't know if he can still win Wu Zixi.

He concentrated all his energy on staring at Wu Zixi's eyes—these gray and gloomy eyes, which seemed to be indifferent to everything, made Xie Junhe hate. It seems that this is the only way not to be swallowed up by the pain around you.

Wu Zixi was also staring at him, responding indifferently.

"You've already lost. He saw that Xie Junhe's sword was already trembling, and there was a bitter smile in his heart, "Don't waste your efforts, although the face of this No. 1 swordsman on the South Bank is really unbearable." No one would believe that he would lose to a nobody! But it didn't take long for the entire Jianghu to remember Wu Zixi's name, because he took off Xie Junhe's head and avenged the big shopkeeper! As for you, others will only remember: You are greedy for iron and dust, and you don't hesitate to get drunk and kill people. Everyone will spit on you and forget about you—like forgetting a speck of dust......"

"You've been poisoned, and this isn't the most demagogic poison of Zi Ylanrui. It will make you run backwards, and the harder you try, the faster you will be poisoned—until, you will never be able to wield your sword again. Hehe, a person who regards the sword as his life, a person who takes the sword as an honor, and finally dies like a puddle of mud, which makes people excited to think about it!"

Xie Jun and Ren Wu Zixi laughed and scolded like crazy, unmoved. Just watch a beam-jumping clown perform in the tile bar. How can a person who doesn't even care about life and death be bound by fame and fortune?

Wu Zixi is obviously too young. If he cultivated for another twenty years, perhaps, he would become a more cunning guy than Tang Yao. But now, Xie Junhe has finally found his flaw - his empty eyes have exposed all his desires, including his contempt and conceit.

In an instant, a faint determination flashed in Wu Zixi's eyes, pointing behind Xie Junhe.

It's not a flaw at all, it's enough.

This person must be planning a surprise attack from behind! The remnant sword turned around and swept away, stirring up a surging wave of qi.

The white-clothed holy envoy had already put on a fierce tiger-like posture, his fangs bared, and he opened his bloody mouth to Xie Junhe. Compared to his thin and thin body, the vertical and horizontal sword wall seemed to be able to tear him apart with little effort.

A sword seals the throat. The remnant sword smashed straight into the weak junction in the middle of the sword array.

A blow that fights all the way.

Under the shock of the qi wave, the sword array collapsed. The scattered sword light fell to the ground.

Wu Zixi's face turned pale. With only two swords, his elaborate arrangement was shattered into a piece of glass. This third sword must be coming at him.

However, Xie Junhe only felt that his whole person was evacuated, and he fell to his knees weakly. His breath was completely chaotic, and it seemed that countless forces were rampaging through him, pulling him in different directions. The pain all over the body is tantamount to the tragedy of five horses splitting their bodies. Black blood splattered several feet from his mouth. And his right hand, which was out of his sword, was twitching for a while at the moment, and he had lost consciousness in pain. Only holding the sword in his left hand and supporting his body from falling.

Wu Zixi is right, this poison is too ruthless.

However, Wu Zixi was obviously frightened at this moment, and even began to wonder if it was a sword in this person's hand, or some magic weapon that had been cast. It stands to reason that within half an hour, the poisonous miasma will wreak havoc in his body, and the effect will be immediate, so that he cannot move, let alone use the sword. But now a full hour has passed.

The two of them held each other strangely.

This short-term hold is just a glimmer of life.

The black-clad guards of the Tianyue Gate had regrouped and were ready to attack. Wu Zixi also reorganized his clothes: "It's just a battle of trapped beasts." ”

Xie Junhe knew that this was his last chance. He had promised Chu Tao that he must take care of Xuehai, so he must pass on the dangerous message no matter what.

He clenched his sword again and stood.

"Dying struggle?" Wu Zixi's voice trembled a little, I don't know if it was because of fear, or because of the thirst and excitement for victory.

However, before the words fell, Xie Junhe had already dragged his sword and rushed towards him.

Wu Zixi held his breath and jumped, and saw that the blade of the remnant sword had ignited frost flowers. Oops, he leapt out of the way and unleashed a spinning wheel-like scimitar.

But I saw a strange smile thrown from the opposite side. The blade of the sword suddenly changed, and it swept directly over his sleeve. Before he could come back to his senses, Xie Junhe's black figure had already slipped through the net.

"Stop him!" Wu Zixi realized that he had been deceived - Xie Junhe had no intention of making a move against him at all. Dangling a sword is just a trick into letting him get rid of his weapon. But why? The scimitar swirled in the air before finally falling back into his own hand. When he turned around and wanted to chase after him, he suddenly realized: Where is Xie Junhe? I saw the guards of Tianyue Gate dancing with swords, and they were confused into an exploding honeycomb.

Wu Zixi's eyes quickly rushed into the encirclement, pulled out a thin shadow pointed at by the sword, and slammed it to the ground.