In the dark night, the dilapidated long street destroyed by the energy was silent for a long time.

In the teahouses, wine shops, shops, and houses on both sides, there were originally sparse lights, but at this time they had been extinguished one after another, and you could still hear rapid and frightening breathing in the dark.

The battle between Xie Xiaofeng and Wang Dong broke out suddenly, and ended in a flash of lightning, and the time was so short that it was only three or two breaths.

However, everyone who saw this battle was full of incredulity, and among them there were also martial arts people, and some basic eyesight still existed.

Xie Xiaofeng stabbed out with a sword, and the sword brilliance reflected in the sky, like flying lightning, it was already an incredible swordsmanship!

Looking at the size of the world, there are only a few people who can block his sword, but the young man in purple is even more unimaginable, he actually used only two fingers to clamp a sword like a flying giant outside the sky, this kind of martial arts is not to mention seeing it with their own eyes, even if they think about it, they didn't dare to think about it before.

With the influx of Tianzun's forces, Xie Xiaofeng's identity under the pseudonym Aji was exposed, and some people in the shadows recognized Xie Xiaofeng's identity, and because of this, they were even more incredible.

Xie Sanshao, who is unparalleled in the world, was defeated by that person with a palm?

The street seemed more and more bleak and lonely, and I don't know how long it took, there was the sound of bricks and rubble churning under the collapsed stone wall, and with a bang, a hand poked out of the heavy bricks and stones, and slowly lifted the rubble and rubble that was hidden on him.

In the dark night, a rapid coughing sound suddenly sounded, it was Xie Xiaofeng coughing, and every time he coughed, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, his expression was neither sad nor joyful. There was not much movement in his eyes, and his movements were slow, as slow as a dying old man. Slowly got up and sat down against another stone wall.

Xie Xiaofeng looked up at the night sky slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, his gaze returned to the palm of his right hand, the black sheath ancient sword that symbolized the reputation and glory of the Divine Sword Villa for two hundred years, the sword body was completely shattered at this moment, and only a sword hilt remained in his hand.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at the hilt of the sword. I felt an indescribable emptiness and loneliness. Lost, it was like being freed from the enduring bondage.

"It's unexpected! How proud and conceited Xie Sanshao used to be, and he was invincible, he finally lost today, but I don't know how he feels at this moment? ”

A soft sigh sounded. in tone. There was a hint of ridicule.

"I'm also a human being, as long as I am a human being, I will always fail!" Xie Xiaofeng didn't need to look back, he also knew that it was Murong Qiudi.

"Really? It turns out that you are also human, which is really unexpected. Murong Qiu chuckled.

"You're finding me now? Is it just to laugh at me? Xie Xiaofeng said lightly.

Murong Qiudi said with a smile on his face: "I remember that Xie Xiaofeng in the past often said that Xie Xiaofeng can only die, and must not be defeated, defeat is death!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng admitted: "I said it. ”

Murong Qiudi said: "Now that you seem to have been defeated, why don't you die?" Even if you don't have a sword in your hand, kill yourself. You can also crash headlong into the wall. ”

Xie Xiaofeng did not speak.

Murong Qiudi looked at him for a moment, and Fang Ziyu sighed: "It seems that you have been in the past seven years. It's really changed. ”

Xie Xiaofeng was silent for a long time, and suddenly let out a long breath: "Yes, I have changed!" ”

Murong Qiudi said softly: "Fortunately, whether you no longer care about the honor of the Divine Sword Villa, or you become afraid of death!" You don't have to die this time, because it's not strange or shameful for anyone in the world to fall at the hands ......of that person. ”

Xie Xiaofeng finally couldn't help but speak: "Who is that person?" ”

He can be defeated, but he never wants to be defeated inexplicably, so confused that he knows who his opponent is.

Murong Qiudi looked at the direction of Wang Dong's departure, his eyes flashed with a strange color, and he said faintly: "You have also learned swords since you were a child, even if you have no more eyes, you should know who is the most prestigious swordsman in the martial arts in the past three hundred years?" It should also be clear that that person has become a martial arts myth when he was alive. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xie Xiaofeng's mind flashed, and he was already moved: "Could it be the king of the sword!" ”

Although this sentence was a question, Xie Xiaofeng's tone was full of discretion.

Murong Qiudi smiled again and said in an extremely strange tone: "Actually, in addition to losing to him in swordsmanship and martial arts, you also lost one thing to him. ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "What else did I lose? ”

Murong Qiudi stretched out a finger as white as jade and pointed at himself.

Xie Xiaofeng was puzzled for a while: "You? ”

Murong Qiudi stroked his lower abdomen and sighed: "A woman like me, what man in the world can bear to refuse, unless he is not a man in the first place, so as early as more than half a month ago, I gave him my body, maybe we will have a child in the future......." ”

A gust of wind blew, a dark cloud covered the bright moon, Murong Qiudi's voice had not yet fallen, and her people had already gone with the wind.

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly felt that if he was not rescued by Yan Shisan, it would be a good thing.

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The sunset was as red as blood, the maple forest was also as red as blood, and the heaven and earth were full of murderous aura.

Under Xiao Xiao's leaves, there was a person standing, as if he was integrated with the murderous aura that was everywhere between heaven and earth.

He was as black as ink, and so was the sword he was holding.

On the pitch-black scabbard, inlaid with thirteen crystal pearls, although this sword is not a sharp weapon for sharpening iron like clay, but it has long been famous all over the world, in the minds of the people of the rivers and lakes, this sword symbolizes ominous and death.

Yan Shisan didn't know how many people he had brought death to in his life, but this time, he didn't know if the ominous death would come to him.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He dedicated his life to the sword, in order to find the fifteenth change, he did not hesitate to bear the backlash of the sword, and devoted his essence and even his soul to the sword, just to use his life to water the most beautiful flowers.

There is an unknown small flower in the maple forest. Now the petals have withered and fallen into the dust.

Yan Shisan stared at the withered petals, and he didn't know how long he had been looking. A flower withers, and in spring, another flower always blooms, and only at the moment of blooming is the most intense moment of its life.

Just like the Thirteen Swords of Death!

Yan Shisan clenched the sword in his palm, and when he raised his head, even the old man's face seemed to be infected with a kind of magic of life and death!

Wang Dong stepped on the red maples everywhere. Slowly walked to Yan Shishi and stood still.

Yan Shisan said: "You're here!" ”

Wang Dong said: "It's not Xie Xiaofeng who came, will you feel disappointed?" ”

Yan Shisan said: "Since you are here, it proves that Xie Xiaofeng has been defeated." Why did the defeated Xie Xiaofeng come? ”

The person Yan Shisan wants to fight the most is undoubtedly Xie Xiaofeng, only Xie Xiaofeng is like him, dedicating his life to the sword, and he is the purest swordsman.

But the defeated Xie Xiaofeng's spirit and confidence will inevitably plummet. He is no longer qualified to be his opponent. I don't even deserve to see his last sword!

At this point, any words were superfluous, and the king said, "Please! ”

The thirteen pearls on Yan Thirteen's scabbard reflected the setting sun, which was already dyed with blood, and the palm of Yan Thirteen's sword holding the sword was also red.

"Please!"

At this moment, Yan Shisan's long sword in the sheath had already struck out like lightning, and his physical body seemed to disappear completely, becoming free to flow like the wind.

He was only at the moment when he drew his sword. He has completely entered the realm of selflessness, and his spirit and body have become part of the sword at the same time. Go above and beyond, control everything.

The sword light flowed, and the maple leaves fell like a rain of blood, carrying a death and ominous aura, as if anyone who was contaminated with the slightest bit would have to fall into a state of no return.

At this time, Wang Dong finally determined that Yan Shisan's swordsmanship was indeed something he had never seen in his life, and he had already surpassed Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng, Ziyi Hou, and the white-clothed man in the East China Sea.

Wang Dong's whole person has disappeared, if Yan Shisan is incarnated into the wind, then Wang Dong has completely become "empty"!

What is "emptiness"?

"Emptiness" is invisible and intangible, but it is also ubiquitous.

Under the fierce sword qi strangulation, the maple trees fell one by one, and the sky was full of blood and rain.

The thirteen swords in front of you have been exhausted!

Wang Dong suddenly remembered the battle between Li Xunhuan and Shangguan Jinhong.

Xiao Li flying knife, the example is not in vain!

This legend is also similar to the myth of his 'unparalleled martial artist', which has been circulated in the rivers and lakes for many years, but in fact, Li Xunhuan is by no means Shangguan Jinhong's opponent.

Although his flying knife was not in vain, but when he faced Shangguan Jinhong, Shangguan Jinhong was enough to make him unable to send out that unsuccessful knife.

The reason why Shangguan Jinhong lost was because he was too conceited, and he wanted to see if Li Xunhuan's flying knife was really as 'unreasonable' as the rumors said!

It's a pity that most of the rumors on the rivers and lakes are false, but this time it can't be true.

When Shangguan Jinhong died, he must have felt that he was wronged.

The current Wang Dong is also enough to make Yan Shisan's sword difficult and easily kill him on the spot.

Although the thirteen swords of death are good, they are far from being able to pose a threat to him, and even the fourteenth sword can be broken by his fingers, but the fifteenth change, Wang Dong's grasp is really not high.

He certainly could choose not to hardwire.

If Wang Dong wants to avoid the edge for the time being, Yan Shisan will definitely have nothing to do, but if he chooses to avoid his edge, he will stand by and watch the battle, just watch Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan fight, so why should he end up in person?

Shangguan Jinhong wanted to try whether Xiao Li's flying knife was a good example, he was defeated, and defeat was death!

Now Wang Dong also wants to see if this fifteenth sword can really only bring death and destruction-

The thoughts in his mind were like lightning, but Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship was by no means slow, and the sword momentum of the fourteenth sword had already been exhausted.

This sword pierced out, and all the changes were really exhausted.

But just when all these sword momentum came to an "end", the tip of the sword suddenly shook strangely.

The fallen leaves flying all over the sky suddenly scattered, and what was moving suddenly all stopped.

- Absolute stillness.

Along with the flowing wind, the turbulent air currents, and the entire space fell into this silent silence.

In this absolute stillness, Yan Shisan's body and spirit suddenly underwent a strange change, and his whole person was glowing.

It was a white light with nothingness, destruction, death, ominousness.

In the white light, Yan Shisan's body "slowly" burst apart and dissolved, like fragile porcelain, and finally turned into flying ashes.

However, in the midst of the flying ashes, a phantom that was consistent with Yan Shisan's appearance flew out, and instantly melted into the sword light.

He finally turned his essence, blood, and soul into sacrifices, and was bound to burn the most brilliant flowers!

There are no words to describe this situation, only one word, a very simple word - death!

There is no change, no life, this sword brings only death!

The water dries up, the changes run out, life ends, and everything perishes!

In Wang Dong's pupils, the brilliant petals bloomed "slowly", thrillingly beautiful, wrapped in a majestic and incomparable sword aura.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles.

A sword light cold nineteen states. (To be continued.) )