Old Immortal continued: Although the sword you used just now seems to be a little lazy and even careless on the surface, I am sure that it may be the best sword you have made in your life.

Because the real swordsmanship is not carefully designed, the top swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes is often random and arbitrary.

These words seemed to be a bit profound, and the fake Shang Tianxiang seemed to understand it, but it didn't seem to have understood yet, and his eyes suddenly became confused and dazed.

Then, she let out a long sigh again, smiled at the old immortal, it was a real laugh, and said: So, according to you, is the sword I just now comparable to Shang Tianxiang?

The old immortal patted his head, and the beard on his chin kept sweeping around, looking impatient and uneasy, and kept walking up and down the corridor, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question.

After about a full cup of tea, he suddenly stopped, paced in front of the fake Shang Tianxiang, and said quietly:

Actually, twenty years ago, I had a relationship with Shang Tianxiang at the casino of the Golden Villa.

At that time, although her swordsmanship had not yet reached the realm of a first-class swordsman, she had already faintly revealed everyone's demeanor.

I always felt that she was a swordsman with good potential in all aspects, and under her beautiful face, there was infinite potential hidden, and her understanding was also good.

What's more, she is still a woman who is willing to work hard, and after twenty years, I believe that in terms of swordsmanship alone, your sword will definitely not be able to beat Shang Tianxiang's sword.

Although we were carried in her hands before, but that time, we were convinced, because this is an indisputable fact.

After hearing this, the fake Shang Tianxiang sighed slightly, and the invisible pressure on his chest seemed to be suddenly relieved.

Then, suddenly, she stooped down, picked up the remaining half of the broken sword that had fallen to the ground, without a hilt, and examined it carefully.

It was the only sword she could be proud of in twenty years.

This sword used to be like Shang Tianxiang's sword of red face, earning her countless fame and status, and winning what she longed for.

However, now when she looked at the half-faced sword that was only half left, the expression on her face was a little desolate.

And the loneliness and melancholy in the corners of her eyes are infinitely desolate, like a bird blown by the wind, fluttering in the bleak cold wind.

Her body suddenly trembled, like a branch blown by the autumn wind.

When she held this intact sword of red face, it was like a summer tree, with lush branches and leaves, full of vitality, full of infinite vitality, and seemed to have the energy that would not wither for ten thousand years.

However, now, when this red-faced sword was waved casually without being able to die, it was casually broken into two, and even lost an arm, and this old tree that was originally full of vitality seemed to have been uprooted by someone and began to show signs of aging.

When her body began to shake slightly, her hand suddenly forced, and she held the half-severed sword hard, tightly, tightly......

Then, the crimson blood slowly seeped out from the gap between the fingers, slowly, slowly...... Like rice paper soaked in water, it slowly spreads out, swirling in the dim light of the fire on the stone wall.

And in her originally clear, bright, and slightly strong eyes, at this moment, there were suddenly slight tears flashing.

She had thought that she was strong, and all her feelings had dimmed with the indifference of that woman, her own sister, but now, she was crying.

She had thought that since the woman who could be counted as her own sister had taken away all her glory and the status and fame that should have belonged to her, she would never cry again.

But now, she still shed tears.

Clear tears swirled slowly on her still youthful cheeks, and then, like dew on the veins of the lotus leaf in the morning, was gently blown by the wind, and fell quietly, right on the half of the blood-stained broken sword in her hand.

The sword she used just now won her due fame and status in the rivers and lakes, but it was also because of the sword just now that she lost the chance to survive forever.

Although her sword is not as good as Shang Tianxiang's real red-faced sword, it should also be regarded as a peerless sword in the rivers and lakes.

In fact, any sword with spirituality in this world is a good sword.

And the sword will only become a useless sword, a dead sword, when it loses its spirituality.

Now, her sword had become a dead sword, but not because it had become a broken sword, but because the heart of the man who wielded it was dead.

Now, Huo Longxie, who had been restrained in the acupoint on the side, was also looking at the broken sword she was holding in her hand.

At this moment, although his body is not moving, his eyes are flexible.

His eyes, which had been full of viciousness and cruelty, were suddenly full of fear and retreat when he stared at the broken sword.

In fact, even he didn't know what he was afraid of.

Was it because he couldn't die just now that he casually broke this woman's peerless sword and broke one of her arms, or was it because Old Immortal just waved that torn and dirty sleeve casually to restrain the eight most important acupoints in his body?

Or is it because of ......

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that his bulging lower abdomen twitched, as if he was about to vomit out, vomiting out all the things in that bulging belly.

However, he couldn't move, and he couldn't even breathe, as if he was being tightly strangled by an invisible hand.

And at this time, he suddenly thought of death.

Perhaps, at this time, only death is the only relief for him.

However, Lan Yutang didn't want him to die, because he still had a lot of questions to ask him.

Although Lan Yutang himself knew that the questions he wanted to ask might not necessarily be answered from Huo Longxie, he still had to ask.

Because he has so many doubts.

Huo Longxie originally thought that Lan Yutang would ask him what the relationship was between him and the fake Shang Tianxiang in front of him, why would he suddenly attack and die?

She and Huo Longxie were originally all the way, knowing the entrance of this Yongdao, they could have avoided the eyes of the double medicine slave and freely entered and exited this cave, but why did they deliberately approach him Lan Yutang, and then, follow in?

These are indeed the places that have always puzzled Lan Yutang, if he wants to ask, he will definitely start with these two aspects first.

But, in the end, he was wrong.

Because that's not what Lan Yutang asked.

Lan Yutang's immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, swirled lightly in his hand, and then casually inserted it into his waist.