Before he finished speaking, Hall Master Song gently tugged at his sleeve as if he suddenly remembered something, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Although the voice was very low, to Hall Master Chen's ears, the words spoken by Hall Master Song seemed to have been suddenly bitten by some poisonous insect and beast, and his face became ugly.

Then, he looked at Li Cunxiao's pale face, then looked at the black iron sword inserted in his left rib, and whispered: It can't really be him, right?

Seeing the black iron sword inserted in Li Cunxiao's left rib, Hall Master Song seemed to be more sure that the pale and slightly lonely man in front of him was the terrifying person in the legend.

Then, in the ear of Hall Master Chen, he whispered: Why is it not him, before leaving the palace, the palace master had ordered, saying that he had appeared in the rivers and lakes, and we should be careful, but I didn't expect that we really met here.

The three of them were suddenly speechless, I don't know if they felt a burst of inexplicable fear, couldn't speak, or were thinking about what to do to deal with the enemy.

Li Cunxiao stared at the three people coldly, and the three of them also stared at Li Cunxiao coldly, staring at the black-sheathed sword inserted in his left rib.

And the woman looked at Li Cunxiao for a while, and then at the three people, as if she didn't understand why they looked at each other and didn't speak.

Then, a long silence began.

There was a suffocating murderous aura in the air.

At this moment, it seems that even those annoying autumn winds have stopped with interest, not blowing a trace of dust, not blowing a trace of anyone's clothes, trying not to break this scene of mutual confrontation.

Even the dried leaves stayed on the branches for as long as they could, as if to see for themselves the battle that was not easy to see.

Time seems to have stood still at this moment, there is no autumn wind, no dead leaves falling, but everyone's heart feels the incomparable depression and desolation of this late autumn.

In the coolness of late autumn, Li Cunxiao's tired body is like a damaged wall, which may collapse at any time under the erosion of the years.

Yet, in the eyes of these three men, his wall that was about to fall was taller and stronger than any wall in the world.

Even if it falls, it can crush someone to pieces.

And the black-sheathed sword inserted in his left side is like a poisonous snake hidden in this wall, ready to choose someone to eat.

Hall Master Chen clearly knew that the person in front of him was likely to be the terrifying enemy in the legend, but he didn't want to lose the prestige of the Ogi Mirror Palace so easily.

So, he rubbed his throat vigorously and coughed.

Every time he feels scared or nervous, he always likes to cough to give himself courage.

He "hummed" vigorously, tried his best to show his usual majesty, and said loudly: Even with you, a sick man, you dare to say such arrogant words, we have the Mirror Palace Soul Chasing Three Dragons is not easy to mess with.

You are the legendary life-killing Tsing Yi, I heard that you like to take other people's lives, I think this time let others take your life, hahaha......

When he said this, Li Cunxiao didn't get angry, but smiled helplessly, and then looked at him with a lazy and lonely look, as if he was looking at a dead man.

He looked at his hand again, at his hand that held the black iron sword.

The hand was pale and calm, and the blue veins twitched slightly.

Hall Master Chen was still provocative, and said loudly: It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that this sword of yours is a sword that chases souls and kills, and now, do you dare to chase my soul and take my life?

Speaking of which, he also secretly used the unique skill of the Ogi Mirror Palace that could return all the moves to the other party, returning to the light, and ready to return Li Cunxiao's deadly post-murder sword "Louchuan Night Snow" at any time.

He stared intently at Li Cunxiao's sword, staring at his hand, as if trying to see how he used his soul-chasing sword.

Because in his opinion, the black iron sword inserted in Li Cunxiao's left rib at this moment is just a very ordinary iron sword, and there is nothing very special.

If there's anything special about it, it's probably that it's too dull in color, and it's even a little rusty.

If such an ordinary sword could also kill one of the three dragons chasing souls in the Ghost Mirror Palace, then he should have died a long time ago.

He stared at his sword, perhaps trying to see what he could do to kill him.

He finally saw it—

However, he only saw that the index finger of Li Cunxiao's right hand holding the sword moved slightly, and the blue veins suddenly burst out, like a sleeping poisonous snake slowly turning over and beginning to wake up.

But unfortunately, this poisonous snake has just woken up from its slumber, and its whole body strength has not fully recovered, so it looks so lazy and weak.

At this moment, Hall Master Chen almost couldn't help but walk over to help him pull out his sword.

He really couldn't see that this sickly-looking kid who could barely hold a sword could really kill him.

He held his breath, his eyes open almost twice as wide as usual.

However, no matter how wide his eyes were, he still didn't have a chance to see clearly how Li Cunxiao killed people with his sword in the end.

He just felt a slight chill in his throat, almost like a mosquito bite, and then, no more.

And the others only saw that Li Cunxiao's iron sword only left a little residual red on Hall Master Chen's throat, a residual red that demanded his life.

However, Hall Master Chen finally died.

He didn't seem to understand how he died until he died, and how Li Cunxiao's sword was unsheathed.

Even when he was dying, he remained in a posture of returning to the light.

However, his move, which can turn all the moves back the way they came, doesn't seem to have the slightest effect on Li Cunxiao.

It is a truth that the effort of reacting the light is like refracting the sun's rays with a mirror.

The light shines onto the mirror, which reflects the light out.

When someone else makes a move against him, he will use the light to return, and he will form an enchantment around him, and then this enchantment will return the move that struck him, hurting the person who made the move.

However, because when Li Cunxiao's sword stabbed over, Hall Master Chen seemed to feel that the mirror formed by the enchantment around him was suddenly shattered by a huge force.

The mirror is broken, and of course it doesn't bring anything back.

He just felt that his eyes flashed suddenly, and the light was very much like lightning, as if it was slightly faster than lightning, and then, he only felt that his throat was bitten by something, and the pain froze.

All he saw was that the dim autumn sky suddenly lit up, and then, a little of the color of the sunset, the color of the sunset.

It was blood, it was his own blood.

Blood from the red wound of the setting sun in his throat.

His moves were still on the movements of his deathbed, but his man had already fallen, and his eyes were even wider than usual.

He still stared at Li Cunxiao's sword in disbelief.

However, Li Cunxiao's sword was still stuck in his left rib, as if he had never left there.

His expression was still so lonely and desolate, as if nothing had happened, as if someone had not died under his sword just now, but a leaf had fallen from the tree, swirling in the air, and then, slowly, falling to the ground and turning to dust.

It seems to be windy again.