Cuiyun Peak, Green Water Lake.

Excalibur Villa.

The son of the Xie family seemed to be extremely disgusted with the ragged young man in front of him, he raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Yan Xian, you know, you can't run. ”

"I'm standing here. The man known as Yan Xian smiled disdainfully.

"You're just a dog raised by my Excalibur Villa, and now that the dog is leaving, the owner is very reluctant, even if you can't bring it back, it's good to eat dog meat. The son of the Xie family said lightly.

Yan Xian squinted at a few people, and sneered: "Divine Sword Villa let a few of you waste chase me, wouldn't it be too child's play?"

Rubbish?

His ancestors were sword gods.

He is a recognized sword god in martial arts.

Excalibur Villa has no waste.

He also doesn't admit that he's a piece of crap.

The son of the Xie family took two steps back.

The other six people drew their long swords in unison, and looked at Yan Xian in ragged clothes with wary eyes.

This person does not tolerate their carelessness.

Yan Xian is the cousin descendant of Yan Thirteen, a kendo master who can be compared to his ancestors, since Yan Thirteen's death, his ancestors have taken people of their vein to Shenjian Villa, and they are treated like brothers whose blood is thicker than water.

Passed down to this generation, there is only one Yan Xian left.

The unique Yan Xian, who showed the supreme edge of his ancestors in the Divine Sword Villa, learned to kill the thirteen swords at the age of fifteen, broke into the second turn at the age of twenty, and now, he is on the verge of breaking through the third turn.

"It would be nice to have someone else. One of the middle-aged men sighed in his heart.

His son-in-law, Xie Jiansheng, has excellent talent, but he is lazy by nature, and compared with Yan Xian, he is really 108,000 miles behind.

"Why do you want to go, isn't it good to stay in Excalibur Villa?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice with some heartache.

"My heart is in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to stay in the villa. Yan Xian tilted her head and thought about it, and said, "I'm going to kill someone." ”

Kill the Word!

"So, you guys should be damned, I'm disgusted that people are following me. ”

After speaking, he slowly pulled out the iron sword behind his back, and stroked it over and over again, his expression was so focused.

His heart was not at peace that night. The Excalibur Villa, which had been absent for more than half a month, left him with a lot of memories. Full of gloom and loneliness.

Memories of childhood come back to my heart. Fell to the ground at the age of two. fell and broke his head and bled out, and no one cared about it;

When he was three years old, he fell into the cold and biting glacier, and after being fished out by the owner, he did not have a warm word, and was left in the cold wooden house and whimpered alone;

By the age of five, he had to feed on his own.

Bloody half-raw rabbit meat, gobbled up after starvation. At the age of six, he endured the pain of an iron sword piercing his bones. At the age of seven, he was thrown into the wilderness and faced a pack of wild wolves alone. Covered in blood and going crazy...... Of course, the most in my memory is loneliness, which has been with him for twenty-two years!

At Excalibur Villa, he had no friends.

Since there isn't, there's no need to stay there.

Jiang Ming was hidden above the slope, quietly scanning everything below, he looked at the lonely figure in the shadows, and vaguely, he saw two crystal teardrops rolling down the cheeks of Yan Xian, who had only one shoe. This made Jiang Ming feel very surprised, men don't flick when they have tears, let alone iron-blooded sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

What exactly did he go through?

"Ah...... Hahahaha" Suddenly, Yan Xian raised his head and laughed wildly, and the sword gang emitted by an iron sword in his hand instantly shattered the tree branch above his head.

The cold words echoed in the forest, "The sword is my only life, the sword asks the rivers and lakes, and kills people." ”

The iron sword trembled violently. Then it suddenly flew into the sky automatically, and the originally dim and unpretentious subway sword seemed to be like a shocking rainbow at this moment. Illuminates the entire night sky.

It's so bright!

The divine light was dazzling, it was like a spirit, a whirlwind in the sky. Fiercely slashed towards the middle-aged man. The sword is like a match. The sky was like a thunderbolt falling, the thunder was dazzling, dazzling, and the blazing sword rays were intertwined into a web of death, and the momentum was extremely huge.

"Edgeworth, have you broken into the third turn?" the middle-aged man exclaimed, shooting two cold rays in his eyes.

"I prefer to call it a man and a sword. Yan Xian was like an old demon in the world, standing in place, looking very indifferent and arrogant.

"Dangdangdang......"

The sound of earth-shattering metal clashing was endless, and the long sword and the iron sword kept colliding. Strings of Mars march in and out.

It's all lightning fast.

The six of them were like facing a great enemy, and they also learned the thirteen swords of death, so it can be said that they are quite familiar with Yan Xian's sword moves. In their opinion, no matter how good Yan Xian's talent is, it is impossible for them to be the enemy of the joint attack.

But they were wrong.

Yan Xian didn't use the Thirteen Swords at all.

The six of them swallowed a mouthful of blood in a sullen voice, their bodies had turned into faint rays of light, and the long sword in their hands tore out rays of light that rushed to the sky. It's like a huge waterfall flowing upstream.

"Are you going to fight hard?"

Yan Xian's face was solemn, and the iron sword turned back.

At the moment when he grasped the iron sword. He seemed to be infused with a second soul, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be several times taller, giving people an extremely strange feeling. It was as if a giant had suddenly appeared out of thin air. It gives people an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

A domineering sword swept out, and the power was immense.

"Is it going to end?" Jiang Ming took a sip of wine and watched the wonderful scene below with relish.

I have to say that Yan Xian's comprehension of kendo is above him. Even if he can directly learn the exercises from the Ten Thousand Evil Mall out of thin air, the essence of enlightenment. It's still a little worse than those who specialize in kendo.

After seeing the horror of the mysterious woman in white, Yan Xian, who was only twenty-two years old, did not have too much fear.

Although he is only a one-turn cultivator now, he has not been in a few months.

Give him a year, and he will definitely be able to complete the counterattack.

Burst.

Three of the middle-aged men couldn't keep up with their internal strength, and the sharp sword qi cut off the long sword in their hands, piercing through their chests, and splashing blood sprayed everywhere.

"Woo......"

The cold light collapsed, and Yan Xian stepped forward. The iron sword made a piercing whistling sound under his swing, and that was because the speed was too fast, and the sound of breaking the sky was like a ghost's roar, and the thick sword light roared like a galloping and roaring galaxy, unstoppable. It's almost like splitting this space.

Absolute stillness, extinction of life. The Demon of the Sword.

This sword move is the fifteenth variation of the Thirteen Swords of Death, representing the fifteenth variation of death.

Except for the sword god Xie Xiaofeng, the descendants of later generations have never seen it again, and even the current owner of the Divine Sword Mountain Villa has only comprehended the fourteenth change.

Genius!

The last single seedling of the Yan family was actually practiced.

Could it be that the Thirteen Swords of Death can really only be practiced by people surnamed Yan?

The remaining middle-aged people were horrified, frightened, and sighed, if the Excalibur Villa kept this person, why couldn't the glory of the past be restored?