Looking up, the sky is gray, with oppressive dark clouds accumulating everywhere as far as the eye can see. It seems that they will not disperse, at least until there is a heavy rain.
Lu Hanjiang turned back and took out a paper umbrella. Although he didn't hate rainy days, he obviously didn't like the feeling of getting wet.
In the distance, it seemed that the sound of fighting could still be heard from Wangjian Tower, but it was soon covered by the faint thunder above his head. Lu Hanjiang walked out of the villa along the path while carrying a paper umbrella, and slowly disappeared alone. On a deserted mountain road.
At the other end of the mountain road, Anan was dealing with the ambushed Jin Yiwei. His Qinggong was excellent, and his internal strength was not weak. It was hard to imagine how such a guy could be caught so easily by the Sword Forging Villa.
The ambush Jinyi guards were divided into two groups. Some of them fought in close combat and attacked his vital points with swords. Lu Hanjiang's order was very clear. If he could not be captured alive, he would be killed directly.
Although Anan looked paralyzed and could be killed at any time, in fact he was always able to turn danger into danger and jump repeatedly on the edge of life and death.
Once is a coincidence, twice is luck, and three times is inevitable.
This Anan is not an ordinary disciple as rumored, and his martial arts is likely to exceed everyone's expectations.
After coming to this conclusion, Jin Yiwei, who led his brothers to besiege him, changed his combat strategy. He no longer pursued fighting with the opponent, but instead entered a tug-of-war.
Relying on numbers and small moves to constantly harass the opponent, trying to lure them into their prepared route.
Anan's expression was solemn, and the surprise in his heart was far less calm than on his face. He was ambushed after escaping from the Sword Making Villa, which was beyond his expectation.
It was obvious that this group of people was not from the demonic sect. There was the Xuantian Sect in front of them. Anan didn’t think that there was a demonic sect that could unknowingly get involved in this matter. But even so, he still couldn’t guess which path the other party belonged to. of men and horses.
Until he was forced into a slightly open area, a dozen guys holding crossbows suddenly appeared around him.
Jinyiwei!
Anan was shocked. Crossbows and arrows were so recognisable. In the entire world, the only ones who could take out such things unscrupulously were Jin Yiwei.
Even the Xuantian Sect needs to be very cautious when using this kind of killing weapon, but in comparison, Jin Yiwei's use of crossbows is an even more dangerous signal.
In such a secret ambush situation, using a crossbow arrow that can almost be regarded as identifying oneself, Jin Yiwei may have given himself a killing order.
After all, as long as the person is dead, there is no need to worry about things being leaked.
Anan's heart became heavier and heavier. He waved his sword and continued to flee while resisting the crossbow arrows around him. The Jin Yiwei followed him closely, and the crossbow arrows came one after another, blocking almost all his escape routes.
"Is there no other way?"
Anan gritted his teeth secretly, resisting the tearing pain in his body, suddenly turned around, and stabbed out with a backhand sword, the edge of which was directed at the Jin Yiwei who was chasing after him.
A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the Jin Yiwei. The sword struck as fast as lightning, and it contained extremely strange Qi. He tried to use the body-protecting Qi of Zhenyue Dingfeng Kung to resist, but the armor condensed with Qi was blocked by The other party broke open like tofu. …
Under the Jinghong sword, the Jin Yiwei reluctantly turned sideways at the end to avoid the fatal sword. He quickly backed away while covering his injured arm.
"This man's swordsmanship is extremely high. Don't let him use it at close range!"
As soon as the words fell, the crossbowmen at the rear quickly released a wave of arrows, blocking Anan's next offensive.
Anan held his breath and concentrated, holding the sword in his right hand, spinning and sweeping. The sword energy floated like the spring breeze blowing willows, and the blade was as sharp as the wind. All the flying crossbow arrows were chopped into two pieces.
Then, I saw him stabbing out with his sword. The sword energy changed instantly, from a gentle breeze to a boiling volcano. The soft sword seemed to be covered with thousands of brilliance, making it impossible to hide.
The oncoming sword shocked the Jin Yiwei. He used the Xiuchun Dao to block it, but he could hear the blade screaming, and traces of cracks spread where the swords touched.
The sword energy was domineering, and if the sword broke, his life would inevitably be taken. The Jin Yiwei gritted his teeth and insisted. Several people around him came at him with swords, but he saw Anan trembling with the sword slightly, and the condensed sword energy spread into a shield, which withstood the falling sword.
Anan alone withstood the attack of seven Jin Yiwei, but still had the upper hand. His sword was so sharp that it overcame Xiuchundao bit by bit. The expressions of all the Jin Yiwei were very serious. This man's martial arts far exceeded their expectations.
But fortunately, they still have a powerful martial artist Baihu sitting in charge of this siege.
Just when everyone was about to be defeated, a sword-shaped meteor flew from the distance and hit Anan's shield condensed with sword energy.
Like a huge boulder thrown into a calm lake, the sword energy shield made huge waves. Anan's expression changed, and he immediately withdrew his force. Where the swords collided, a counter-shock force pushed both sides several feet away. .
The Qi and blood of several Jinyi guards surged, and they retreated a few steps away. Anan quickly stopped and stared at the direction where the sword Qi was coming.
Not long after, a beautiful figure in white glanced down, and a cold voice sounded from all around: "Retreat to the perimeter and take precautions. Let me deal with this person."
"I humble my duty and obey my orders."
The royal guards retreated outwards in an orderly manner. The woman who gave the order settled down, her face partially covered by gauze. She held a cold sword in her hand and stared at Anan calmly with her frost-like eyes.
"It's a strange thing that there are actually women in the Jinyi Guards."
Anan's tone was frivolous, but he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart. The feeling this woman gave him was too familiar, and he always felt that he should have seen her somewhere.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan didn't react at all to Anan's seemingly provocative remarks. She just said indifferently: "If you want to live, you have to trade the secret of Xingxuan Sword."
"Ah."
Anan laughed out loud, seeming to be sarcastic and disdainful. He clenched the long sword in his hand and his eyes dropped: "My lord, you have such a loud tone. First, you laid an ambush to kill, and then you threatened with words. Now this tone is even more... I have given you such a huge favor, do you think I can't squeeze it out of the mud?"
After Anan finished speaking, Huangfu Xiaoyuan shook her head slightly. She gently raised the sword in her hand, and a little cold light appeared under her feet in the blink of an eye.
here we go again!
Anan met her with a sword, frowning tightly. There was always something familiar about this woman's movements, and even her swordsmanship seemed to have the same flavor. …
The two of them exchanged several moves with swords. Anan's sword moves became faster and faster, slashing, stabbing, and slashing. The sword moves stretched like the Yangtze River. Huangfu Xiaoyuan also changed her moves accordingly. Her sword skills were crisp and neat, hitting the opponent's vital points just in time, waiting for work. .
One person uses the sword in countless ways, trying to flood it with water, and one person can only attack the enemy quickly, and his moves are fatal.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan also vaguely felt something was wrong at this moment. She seemed to have seen this man's sword skills before, and it felt familiar, but...how could that be possible?
Seeing that Huangfu Xiaoyuan seemed to be hesitant in his swordsmanship, Anan immediately struck her away with his sword, then pulled away and pulled back a safe distance.
At this time, Anan was already looking troubled. This woman was by no means an ordinary opponent. When those imperial guards retreated, they would inevitably set up more ambushes on the outside. If he could not defeat the enemy quickly, what awaited him would be another dragnet, and there would be no end to it. Gone.
It must be resolved quickly.
Anan resolutely mentioned the ten powers. Under Wu Feng's clothes, there was a surge of true energy. The wisps of true energy turned from colorless to green, clinging to the sword like wildly growing vines. It was shocking.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
When he was lucky, Anan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a dark expression, his heart sinking slightly. When he was captured and taken to the Sword-making Villa, he received a lot of "care" from Master Na Yi and stayed here. There are countless internal injuries, but if you don't use your internal strength, it will be enough.
Anan shook his head vigorously. He couldn't care much at the moment. What mattered was getting the news out as soon as possible.
On the other side, seeing Anan ready to go all out, Huangfu Xiaoyuan did not dare to neglect. The moment she took a deep breath, a trace of enchanting aura began to spread upward from the back of her neck, and the pure snow-like temperament was gradually replaced by twisted madness.
The two people who were not far apart, the true energy bursting out from their bodies were like stinging tentacles, constantly colliding in the air. In an instant, a strange feeling of familiarity surged in the hearts of both of them at the same time.
The two of them did not hesitate. The moment Huangfu Xiaoyuan drew his sword, Anan also drew his sword immediately. The sword energy scattered like stars collided in the air, and the distance between the two was only ten feet away.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan moved from top to bottom, the sword energy condensed, and thousands of bright sword lights appeared like a flash in the pan. The beautiful scenery suddenly changed into a hell on earth where ghosts cried and gods howled. Countless sword energy stirred and mixed, like hell blood formed by piles of corpses. The river, with twisted claws gushing out and rising from it.
"How is it possible? This is - the Three Swords of Heaven?!"
Anan's eyes were completely dull. He slammed his sword into the huge bloody hand formed by the sword energy. The green sword light opened a hole, but could not get an inch forward. Therefore, the owner of the sword was already trapped. In confusion.
Emotions of surprise, confusion, and even panic lingered in Anan's heart, and her eyes fell firmly on Huangfu Xiaoyuan behind the bloody hand.
The Three Swords of Heaven, women, and this familiar feeling, could it be said that——!
"Miss Sansan.?"
I don’t know how many layers of defenses were insulated, but it took a while for Huangfu Xiaoyuan to understand clearly the meaning contained in that distant and unfamiliar title.
The two of them froze on the spot at the same time, but the sword had been drawn out and the killing move had been made. Huangfu Xiaoyuan watched helplessly as Anan was swallowed up by bloody hands.
After the blood light dissipated, Anan's body froze in place. The next moment, his skin seemed to have been cut by thousands of knives, with countless wounds bursting out, and blood splattered all over the floor.
Anan opened his mouth, as if something was stuck in his throat, but at this time, his eyes were blank. The three swords of heaven were so overbearing that they took away his life in an instant.
The dead body stood there blankly, still holding the sword in its hand. All of this seemed so familiar.
The uneasiness in Huangfu Xiaoyuan's heart seemed to be suddenly magnified. The bloody claws derived from the three swords of Tiandao seemed to appear in her heart and grasped her chest fiercely.
The familiar swordsmanship, the familiar title, even this person's last remaining hand. Huangfu Xiaoyuan suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe. She stared at the unfamiliar face, subconsciously stretched out her hand, groped around its edge, and then Skillfully peeling off a human skin mask.
And the person behind this mask is——
"Brother from the Linshan clan."
