What's more, when an amorous man like me saw your beautiful face, he knew that you were going to kill me, but he didn't even have the slightest defense.

Because I will have an illusion, it is really a wonderful thing to be able to die at the hands of such a beautiful wonderful person as you, probably this is the so-called being able to die under the flowers, and being a ghost is also romantic.

Hearing this, Shang Tianxiang suddenly laughed too, like a flock of pigeons flying slightly in the twilight of the sunset, with a long whistle, and said:

Everyone said that Lan Yutang is famous for being a tough guy who can't be killed, I originally thought that a tough guy like you should be that kind of stubborn, heroic, and even a bit rude man, but I really didn't expect that the mouth of a tough guy like you who can't be beaten is still so sweet.

Lan Yutang shook his head and said, "My mouth is not sweet, my mouth is very stupid."

Shang Tianxiang was even a little shy, and said with a smile: Your mouth is not stupid, and your immortal jade flute is even less stupid, can I take a look at your immortal jade flute?

Lan Yutang looked at her, and suddenly put his hands into his sleeves and crossed them on his chest.

And the immortal jade flute that is as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose is like a peacock on the screen, completely hiding its brilliance in that dark blue gown.

Now he is like a lonely scholar.

The corner of the lonely scholar Lan Yutang's mouth showed a lazy and mischievous smile, and said lightly: Then can I take a look at your sword?

Shang Tianxiang hurriedly shook his head, and said loudly: No, no, do you know what my sword is called, her name is Hongyan, how can Hongyan easily let you stinky men see it?

Lan Yutang smiled again.

This time, in addition to smiling with a hint of laziness, he was even a little cunning, and said slowly: It turns out that you are not stupid.

To me, my immortal jade flute is like your sword of red face, it is a very personal thing, it is the equivalent of an animal's teeth, have you ever seen an animal that is stupid enough to show its own teeth to the enemy?

Speaking of this, he paused, as if he was thinking about something, and then, looking at the sword in Shang Tianxiang's hand, he continued, Not only do I know that your sword is called Hongyan, and it has the power of Hongyan and the country.

Moreover, I also know that your move "Falling Sword Without Trace" may be difficult to find opponents in the rivers and lakes at the moment, I don't want to be stabbed a few holes in my body by your "Falling Sword Without Trace", how bad is that fun.

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, let out a long sigh, and said, "However, if you really want to poke a few holes out of my body, then my immortal jade flute will have to be stained with blood again, and I can assure you that the person who stained the jade flute with blood is definitely not me.

Probably you've also heard that the reason why this immortal jade flute of mine is so red is entirely because it sucks human blood, and every time it sucks human blood, its power will increase by one percent accordingly.

Now, its color is already red enough, and this kind of immortal jade flute is really too eye-catching, to be honest, I really don't want it to be so gorgeous anymore, but if you have to force me to do it, I have no objection to making it a little more red.

At this time, the blood-like sunset has completely fallen under the distant mountains, and the grass and trees all over the mountains do not know whether they have become red because of the arrival of autumn, or because they have been dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset.

The red sky and the mountains of grass, trees, mountains and rocks merge together in the high heavenly wilderness, revealing endless desolation and exuding the smell of blood.

Then, behind the setting sun, a thick cloud suddenly drifted over, obscuring the color of the only remaining sunset in the canopy.

The sky finally darkened, but in this dim twilight, the immortal jade flute that Lan Yutang held in his sleeve was exuding a bloody aura.

The five black-clothed puppets standing around them were still standing like tombstones, no sound, no breathing, only the wide robes on their bodies hunting and flying in the wind.

Under this bloody sunset, in this desolate tomb, under the cold gaze of the black-clothed puppet like a tombstone, Shang Tianxiang's red-faced sword finally struck.

And her shot this time did not have the sound of "click", "ping-pong" and "thunderbolt" metal impact, nor the exclamation when the sword fell to the ground.

Her red-faced sword just jumped like a firefly in the dim twilight of the sky, and then, with a flash of light, it disappeared.

I don't know if it's Shang Tianxiang's empty "Falling Sword Without Trace" swordsmanship, or the sword of red face that came out of his hand.

And at this time, Lan Yutang's hands were still in the sleeves of the long robe, his face was lazy, and the bloody aura of the immortal jade flute did not emanate.

However, I don't know why, Shang Tianxiang's Hongyan Sword, which had already mastered the position and attack point very accurately, was empty.

Not only did the swordsmanship go away, but even her body couldn't help but tremble a little, as if she had been hit by something, and then, when she looked down, she found that there was a gap on her red-faced sword, as if it had collapsed from the steel hard stone.

However, Lan Yutang's flute didn't touch her sword at all, Lan Yutang didn't even move, why was there a gap in her sword.

What's going on?

Even Lan Yutang didn't understand what was happening in front of him, and at this moment he was also looking at Shang Tianxiang in a daze, wondering why she suddenly stopped when she was full of murderous anger?

The sword move was empty, and the sword blade was damaged, which was originally a very frustrating thing, but Shang Tianxiang did not show a little surprise.

Not only was she not surprised, but she even laughed "hehe".

Lan Yutang looked at the red-faced sword in her hand that had been broken out, and then looked at her strange expression, and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Shang Tianxiang returned the sword into the sheath, and then, with his hands crossed on his chest, he held the long sword, making a lazy appearance, and then, looking at Lan Yutang, even a little gloating, said in a deep voice:

It's not that the phoenix Lan Yutang really lives up to its reputation, you are the second person to make my falling sword go away without a trace, but don't you think you have won because you have dodged my sword?

I may not be able to kill you with my own strength, but, however, I found out that I still have comrades, and six people against you alone, I won this fight, of course I am happy.

At this, she paused, and then, slowly, pulled a golden silk thread from the sword, and it was the golden silk thread that had just flown over and knocked down her falling sword without a trace and shattered the red-faced sword.

No one saw where this silk thread flew from, but it was this golden silk thread that made Shang Tianxiang's red face sword look happy.

She seemed to have seen where this silk thread came from, which is why she was so happy.

Shang Tianxiang slowly pulled out the silk thread and threw it on the ground, and then, looking at the five tombstone-like black-clothed puppets around him, he said slowly,

Although I don't want to see you killed, wouldn't it be better for me to reap the benefits of the fisherman when your physical strength is so exhausted that you can't even lift your hands?

I believe that the reason why that person suddenly used this silk thread to scatter my sword without a trace is that he wants to kill you with his own hands.