Zhang Feide thought he was going to die, so he closed his eyes and waited for death. However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the sword strike. Instead, he heard Du Hui's screams and curses. He felt suspicious. When he opened his eyes, he saw an extraordinary warrior. A young man in white clothes with fluttering clothes stood in front of him.
Needless to say, this boy in white is Xue Wuhen.
Zhang Feide touched his head with his hand and said in shock: "Huh? My head is still there, am I not dead yet?"
Then he turned over and jumped up, and said excitedly to Xue Wuhen: "Brother Wuhen, thank you, if it weren't for you, my head would have been moved!
Haha, if you move your head, you won't be able to drink wine and eat meat, or fight. You will have to be a dead ghost and go underground to play with your ancestors! "
Seeing his nonsense, Xue Wuhen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, but Du Hui looked at Xue Wuhen angrily and asked: "Boy, was it you who kicked me just now?"
Xue Wuhen smiled lightly and said, "What do you think?"
As a member of the Hussars, Du Hui relied on his special power and often did bad things. They always bullied others, so how could anyone dare to provoke them? Unless some people are impatient with life.
Now someone actually provoked him. When he was sure that it was Xue Wuhen who kicked him, Du Hui couldn't help but became furious and shouted: "Boy, you are looking for death. Today you will live to the end, no one can save you!"
Xue Wuhen also said coldly: "That's right, you are at the end of your life today, and no one can save you!"
"you……!"
After hearing this, Du Hui smiled instead of getting angry and said to the young man in brocade: "Major General, did you hear that? Some people dare to say that I have reached the end of my life, and that no one can save me? Do you believe it?"
The young man in golden clothes shook his head and chuckled: "I don't believe it, Mr. Du, I only believe your words."
"Just try it if you don't believe me." Xue Wuhen said calmly.
"Just give it a try. Du has killed countless people in his life, are he still afraid of a fledgling like you?"
As Du Hui spoke, he walked over step by step with a long knife in his hand. The long knife buzzed, and the light on the knife suddenly rose. It was obvious that he was preparing to attack.
Xue Wuhen stood tall as a mountain and said calmly: "Du Hui, do you remember the little boy from ten years ago? That child was only eight years old back then."
"The little boy from ten years ago? Eight years old...?"
I don’t know why Xue Wuhen suddenly asked like this. Du Hui looked confused and said: "Hey, kid, I want to kill you now, but you talk about the child ten years ago. What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. I just want to ask you if you still remember the child who bit off your ear ten years ago. He is still thinking about you!" Xue Wuhen was still calm and calm, and there was no trace of anger in what he said.
"Huh? The kid who bit off my ear...?"
Du Hui suddenly changed color, veins popped up on his face, and his only wind-catching ear suddenly stood up. His eyes were as red as blood, and he glared at Xue Wuhen and said:
"So you are Xuesong's son? The little bastard who bit off my ear back then?..."
Before he could finish his words, there was just a crisp sound, and Du Hui had been slapped on the face. Xue Wuhen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she stared at him and said word by word: "That's right, I am. Son of Xuesong, you must remember that my name is Xue Wuhen, and this is the last time you will hear my name!"
"Okay, let me see if you have this ability!"
Du Hui shouted loudly, swung his sword and slashed it down with fierce force, the sword glow roared, this sword seemed to want to cut through the sky!
Unexpectedly, when the sword went down, Xue Wuhen disappeared. The sword, carrying the force of thunder, slashed hard to the ground. With a rumble, sand and rocks flew instantly, snow was flying all over the sky, and waves of soil rolled like tides. It spread dozens of feet away!
When the waves of earth stopped and the dust and fog dissipated, a ravine dozens of feet long suddenly appeared where Xue Wuhen had been standing!
The power of a sword is so powerful!
When Zhang Feide and Guan Wenchang met, they couldn't help sticking out their tongues and shouting "Awesome!"
Seeing Xue Wuhen avoid his knife, Du Hui thought that he was afraid of him, and became even more arrogant. While slashing with his sword like a storm, he shouted: "Boy, hum, you know how powerful I am, right?" ?”
Seeing that he was showing off his sharp edge and was in the limelight, Xue Wuhen did not compete with him. Instead, he took a different approach with his sword and used the Huashan School's light and elegant swordsmanship to fight with him, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to move, and striving to kill him with one blow.
But I saw that his long sword was squandering freely, the brilliance was lingering, and the shadow of the sword was graceful, just like a dragon playing with a phoenix. If you catch a glimpse, it will be extremely strange and shocking, and the mystery is endless.
Du Hui was secretly shocked when he saw it, but Zhang Feide screamed: "Oh, brother Wuhen, your swordsmanship is so good and exquisite, brother, I can't even match it!"
Guan Wenchang looked at it with admiration, thinking in his heart that it would be great if I also had such martial arts and swordsmanship!
After fighting for a while, the fighting spirit boiled up. There was a bang, and a powerful breath spread out. A sweet smile appeared on Xue Wuhen's face, and she softly chanted:
"Ah, I have finally been promoted to the pinnacle of a warrior, haha!"
Zhang Feide hurriedly congratulated: "Brother Wuhen, congratulations, you actually advanced in the battle, you are so awesome, haha!"
Du Hui said with disdain: "Isn't it the peak of a martial artist? What's so great about it? I'm still a strong warrior in the martial arts realm, not much better than you?"
Zhang Feide retorted: "Du Hui, you can't say that, you are already in your thirties or forties, and you have only reached the martial arts level.
Xue Wuhen is only eighteen years old and has already been promoted to the pinnacle of martial arts. I believe that it won't be long before he can be promoted to the martial master realm. By then, his cultivation will be on par with you, or even surpass you!
So, who is more powerful in the end? "
After hearing this, Du Hui couldn't help but became angry and shouted: "Then I will kill him now and never give him a chance to surpass me!"
As soon as the sword technique changed, the shadow of the sword was like a mountain, the cold light was like snow, and it immediately became violent. Wild sword energy rushed out one after another, and the void roared. The sound of the whistling sword could be heard for miles around. It was quite powerful. The feeling of trembling in the wind!
This is Du Hui's unique skill: the random cloak sword technique!
Invaded by the fierce sword energy, the young man in brocade and Guan Wenchang hid far away. Zhang Feide couldn't help being shocked. While releasing the aura of a peak warrior to resist the intimidating sword energy, he asked: "Brother Wuhen, Do you want me to help you?"
Xue Wuhen also released the peak warrior aura to resist Du Hui's sword energy. While swinging his sword to block Du Hui's attack, he said to Zhang Feide: "Brother, I accept your kindness. I don't need it for the time being, right?"
Before he could finish his words, he swung out a palm and instantly snowflakes filled the sky. An ice and snow palm print roared out and crashed towards Du Hui.
Suddenly, a blanket of snowflakes rushed towards him. Du Hui's eyes were confused for a while. Before he could figure out what was going on, there was a bang, and his forehead was hit by the palm print of ice and snow. A big fleshy bag suddenly swelled up on his forehead, which hurt. Du Hui grinned and shouted:
"Boy, what tricks are you playing? Humph, ten years ago you bit off one of my ears, and today I want your life to compensate!"
Holding the long knife in both hands, he slashed more crazily. The light of the knife was like snow, and the sword energy soared into the sky, making the clouds move in all directions!
Xue Wuhen found that as his cultivation level improved, the ice and snow palm prints he made became more solid and more offensive. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and he was even more confident in the set of palm skills he created. Full of greater expectations for the future.
So, while slapping the ice and snow palm, releasing the sky full of ice and snow to confuse the opponent, he also launched the exquisite Huashan Sword Technique, and started a jingling battle with Du Hui.
The swords intersected, as dense as exploding beans, the light and shadow of the swords rose into the sky, and the air waves rolled across the universe!
This is a battle of revenge.
This is a sword versus sword fight.
The knife is a sharp knife.
The sword is a fast sword.
The sword is the Luancai sword technique, and the sword is the Huashan sword technique.
Who wins and who loses, one sword cuts through the sky; who loses and who wins, one sword decides the world.
It's useless to talk too much. You can see the truth in your hands and you will know the outcome in a battle!
During the battle, Xue Wuhen watched the snowflakes rolling with the violent sword energy, and seemed to see shadows of wind circling and flying in the void, soundless, coming and going without a trace, making people unpredictable.
Xue Wuhen's heart thumped, and she thought: Why should I fight with him head-on? Why not just be like the wind and go with the flow?
That’s right, go with the flow and go with the flow!
Xue Wuhen realized something, and as Feng Ying followed the trend, the long sword was as light as the wind, as soft as autumn water, and the tip of the sword actually emitted the slightest whistling of the wind.
Suddenly, there was a soft sneer, and Du Hui screamed. In an instant, bright red blood oozed from his shoulder!
It turned out that Xue Wuhen's sword that moved with the wind actually stabbed Du Hui and drew a bloody mark on his shoulder!
"You hurt me? You actually stabbed me?"
Du Hui drew his knife and retreated, looking at the wound on his shoulder in disbelief, and then at Xue Wuhen suspiciously.
Xue Wuhen stood tall and proudly smiled: "You don't believe it? Then I will give you another sword!"
At this time, only a whistling sound was heard, and the surrounding trees nodded frequently, making waves of roaring sounds.
wind.
The wind picked up again.
"The shadow of the wind moves, the song of the wind."
With a soft chant, Xue Wuhen moved with the wind, drifted forward, swung his long sword, and struck out at an incredible speed. The sword was drawn from an unexpected angle. Wherever the sword light bloomed, a bright red blood flower also followed. bloom.
At the same time, one ear shot up into the sky, and Du Hui screamed, covering his empty right ear, but his face was covered with blood!
Xue Wuhen stood in the wind, looking at the frightened and angry Du Hui, with a face as calm as water, and said calmly: "Du Hui, do you believe it was me who hurt you now?"
The sword is stained with blood.
The blood is still wet.
Du Hui looked at the bloody sword in Xue Wuhen's hand and shouted hysterically: "Xue Wuhen, I'm going to kill you!"
He swung his sword and slashed like a madman like a violent storm.
In an instant, the light of the sword shone like snow for nine days, and the air waves rolled into the sky.
"You have no chance!"
With a whisper, Xue Wuhen moved with the wind, and the long sword danced with the wind, making a chant of the wind and drawing a graceful arc. At the end of the arc, the sword light passed away quickly, and a huge The human head soars into the sky, and the passionately blooming blood flowers seem to dye the sky red!
