Gong Jiu stared at Feng Xiaoxiao, and after a long time, he suddenly asked, "Do you really think that I am not Ximen Fuxue's opponent?" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao asked rhetorically, "Is it so?" ”

Gong Jiu said lightly: "Even if Ximen Blowing Snow used to be a peerless sword, now it has been covered with dust and a lot of darkness, and it is definitely not my opponent." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao's expression tightened, and the hand holding the sword was also tight, and he said slowly: "Do you want to tell me that you have already killed Ximen Blowing Snow?" ”

Simon Fuxue was not a mortal with emotions and flesh and blood, his life had been dedicated to his sword, his people had become one with his sword, and he was close to "God".

But now that he has Sun Xiuqing and love, he has become an ordinary person, with flesh and blood, and feelings, can he still make his ruthless swordsmanship? Can he beat Gong Jiu?

Gong Jiu shook his head and said, "Why should I kill him?" ”

This is a very strange question, so strange that Feng Xiaoxiao doesn't know how to interface.

In Gong Jiu's cold eyes, some hot light appeared, and he said, "I won't kill him...... Tonight, he should die under Ye Gucheng's sword, but I won't kill him. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao was even more strange, and couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

Gong Jiu didn't answer, but slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

His sword was magnificent, and the scabbard was of the finest and rarest black skin, black and deep, black and boundless, and it was inlaid with large and small gems, like a clear night sky, shining with a little starlight.

This is not like a murderous sword, but more like a royal and grandson nobleman when they go out to play. The saber used for display can indeed attract anyone's attention.

But when the sword was unsheathed, all the starlight suddenly dimmed. Precious gemstones are as inconspicuous as a lump of stones.

The only thing that shines is the sword!

At this time, Feng Xiaoxiao had to admit that what Gong Jiu might have said was true.

Although his sword intent is still not as sharp as Ximen's blowing snow, it is more pure, pure and ruthless.

Feng Xiao Xiao's sword is already in his hand.

The swords were far from clashing, and the collision of eyes seemed to roll up a gust of wind.

It's not really wind, because you can't see, touch, or smell it. Formless, formless, qualityless, and immeasurable, yet absolutely.

Because whether it is those swordsmen who pretend to catch fast, or He Shangshu, who has extremely high martial arts. The whole image seemed to be swept away by the wind, blown to its feet, and retreated vigorously.

They could all feel the evil aura and sword aura diffusing from the two of them, which was simply imminent. Disrupted heart rate. Suffocating, dizzying!

They can't not retreat, if they don't retreat, they will die!

No one could save their lives in these two raging and entangled sword intents......

The autumn wind rose, the autumn leaves fell, and a yellow leaf fluttered, swinging into the main hall, swaying between the two. Then it disappeared into invisibility, leaving no trace of its existence in the world!

Gong Jiu suddenly moved. The sword has been pierced!

The sword that stabbed out was not fast, even slow, even slower than a three-year-old child walking.

A smile could not help but appear in the eyes of those fast catchers.

They all knew that as long as Gong Jiu took out his sword, no one would ever be able to live from his sword.

He Shangshu's eyes flashed with a little fear.

His martial arts are very high, quite high, and he has stepped on the threshold of martial arts with one foot, although he has not yet reached that level, but he can also remove the clouds and mist that shroud the peak and spy on one or two.

He knew that Gong Jiu took out the sword first, not because he had the chance to win, but because he was forced to move...... Gong Jiu couldn't resist Feng Xiaoxiao's sword intent, so he could only forcibly take out the sword and use the help of the sword to relieve the pressure imposed on his mind.

He suddenly realized that Gong Jiu's sword was actually not slow at all, because at the moment he changed his mind, Gong Jiu's sword had already arrived in front of Feng Xiaoxiao's body, and there had been more than a dozen changes.

The speed of this sword is even faster than the eyes of a person can see, and it is faster than the turn of a person's brain!

Time, in this moment, seems to stand still.

The only ones who can still move, these two people, two swords!

The battle was neither fierce nor exciting.

He Shangshu was already sweating.

If Gong Jiu's opponent wasn't Feng Xiaoxiao, every change in the sword in his palm would be a sword that would kill and win!

When you see this sword coming at you, it has already pierced into your body...... I'm afraid that if you're dead, you don't even know you're dead.

If Gong Jiu's sword can barely be seen...... It's always a step late, but it's still visible.

Then Feng Xiaoxiao's sword, He Shangshu couldn't see it at all.

He only found a gust of wind, a bleak wind, blowing dead silence, blowing harsh winter, freezing Gong Jiu's sword layer by layer, freezing little by little.

Seeing this scene, He Shangshu was a little desperate, he knew that after twenty changes, Gong Jiu's sword would be completely stagnant, and what was waiting for him could only be a red plum blossom on his forehead.

Now in the city, the cold plum is sprinkled all over the place, floating everywhere.

Therefore, everyone in Beijing knows that the "wind god" kills people, never seals his throat or pierces his heart...... Like a plum blossom drifting in the cold wind, it gently falls on your forehead.

It's flowers that float in, and what takes away is life!

The blade is cold.

The cold blade of the sword had already touched the center of Gong Jiu's eyebrows, and he could even feel the tip of the sword touching his thoughts and his soul.

And the tip of his sword was only a little distance away from Feng Xiaoxiao's heart.

How much is a little bit?

A piece of clothing, a layer of skin, a layer of flesh......

The distance that was originally insignificant now seems to be separated by a gap between life and death.

Gong Jiu glared and said, "You won, but you won't kill me." ”

A trace of blood, flowing from his forehead and through the corners of his eyes, like red tears, made him quite hideous.

Feng Xiaoxiao said lightly: "Yes, the strongest place for people is the forehead, while I stab it, you have enough time to pierce the sword into my heart." ”

Gong Jiu said: "You may not die, but I am dead, but ...... Do you dare to try it? ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said: "I'm not Ximen blowing snow. ”

Only a person like Ximen Blowing Snow who is extremely lonely will be ruthless to himself! Born for the sword, died for the sword!

Feng Xiaoxiao is indeed not afraid of death, but he will only fight for his life, after all, to live, he will never fight for his life, just to pursue the ethereal sword path to the realm.

Gong Jiu said: "I know you're not Ximen Blowing Snow, so I can go?" ”

The sword was unsheathed, and he was far away.

Feng Xiao Xiao said leisurely: "The next time I see you, you will die." ”

Of course, he was confident, every day that passed, his internal strength would recover frantically at an incredible speed, as long as he could prick half an inch more next time, Gong Jiu would definitely die.

Gong Jiu's voice came from afar: "Next time, it will only be you who will die." ”

The swordsmen glanced at each other a few times, and the knives in their hands rose horizontally again, ready to attack.

He Shangshu's eyes were only desperate, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You provoked us, you are dead." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao raised his sword blade and said lightly: "I know that you belong to a mysterious and powerful killer organization, but don't forget, there is no organization in the rivers and lakes, and it can be more mysterious and powerful than Tsing Yi Lou, and it was you who first provoked Tsing Yi Lou...... Without further ado, goodbye ......"

Suddenly, the cold wind rose, and the plum blossoms bloomed...... (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward of the book friend "Lonely Yu Nebula~~

I originally wanted to kill Gong Jiu, but it was a pity to think that such a peerless little shou would be killed so quickly.

So I plan to leave some introduction to the plot later, so that I can write it.

Hee-hee~~~ In fact, when I read the original book, I especially wanted to abuse the woman of beef soup...... Beef soup abuses Gong Jiu, I abuse beef soup...... Cool~~~

But I'm a very upright person.,The kind of thing that destroys the three views or something.,Naturally, I won't upload it...... Anyway, don't think about the normal way.