"I have never understood why you look down on the third young master who is praised by everyone."
Ranyi smiled lightly and said: "Because the third young master is only praised for his swordsmanship, and what I have learned in my life is swordsmanship the most. His swordsmanship is not worthy of such praise to me, so naturally I have nothing to praise." I think highly of him."
Yan Shisan was silent. He saw a glimmer of possibility in the third young master's swordsmanship, the possibility of victory. However, in any sword strike, Yan Shisan only saw defeat, no chance, no chance of winning, nothing but defeat.
When he fell silent, Murong Qiudi was stunned.
Even if he wanted to inspire anyone to kill Xie Xiaofeng, in Murong Qiudi's mind, no one in the world could kill him. But she saw approval in Yan Shisan's silence.
Does he agree with him? Do you agree that his swordsmanship is better than the third young master's divine sword?
Then half of the dead branch flew into his hand, and the dead branch suddenly stabbed Yan Shisan.
This sting is so light and soft!
When Yan Shisan saw the dead branch that was stabbing him, his eyes shot out like lightning, and he retreated hastily.
He was retreating in a hurry, already three feet away when he retreated, but the dead branches still caught up with him... It came like a breeze, so light, so soft and so natural.
This was not an arbitrary swordsmanship, it was the 'Third Young Master's swordsmanship' demonstrated by Murong Qiudi just now. Faced with such a sword, Yan Shisan didn't know how to resist it for a moment.
He had no choice but to retreat.
The unfinished sword will eventually be exhausted. As soon as he retreated like this, the pursuing thrust suddenly stopped.
This was exactly the "flash of flaw" that Yan Shisan saw just now, so he drew his sword!
The sword was drawn out and the sword was issued. His movements were simple and clumsy, but the sword he issued was extremely fast, extremely accurate, and executed extremely well!
The sword light fills the sky, and the sword is like lightning; this sword thrust, even though it is clumsy and simple, is Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword that exhausts all the variations of the thirteen life-threatening swords.
After one strike of the sword, its power will be exhausted and its changes will be exhausted, but it is also the hope of final victory.
The sword light flew away, and the sword edge caught the dead branch for a brief pause, but the dead branch suddenly shook, and new changes appeared, which were wonderful and wonderful.
The dead branches disappeared quickly and suddenly escaped. Before the sword light arrived, the dead branches had already broken through the sword light, forced the sword's edge, and then stopped at the throat...
It stopped at Yan Shisan's throat!
Yan Shisan and Murong Qiudi were both stunned, as if they had not yet reacted.
Randomly smiled and said, "Do you still think that's a flaw?"
When Yan Shisan came back to his senses, his whole body was covered in cold sweat. The hand holding the sword was trembling. He smiled bitterly and said: "The flaw has become the most wonderful change. This is definitely the most fatal flaw. The flaw is just a trap. .”
Murong Qiudi said in disbelief: "You can tell at a glance?"
Randomly nodded and said with a smile: "It's not too difficult for me."
Murong Qiudi sighed longly, but her eyes shone brightly and said, "Can you really kill Xie Xiaofeng?"
She asked again, only this time with a little more certainty.
Ranran ignored her, looked at Yan Shisan and asked, "Are you still going to the appointment?"
He nodded, with an indescribable sarcasm in his expression, and said: "It's a date, see you or not! People who practice swordsmanship will inevitably die under other people's swords. I have no intention of killing people in my life. If I can die in With this sword, there will be no regrets in dying."
He shook his head and said, "But I said I won't let you die under this sword."
Yan Shisan smiled bitterly again: "But I'm not even qualified to ask you to draw your sword now, am I?"
Randomly said: "It will happen in the future. People like you can only die by my sword."
Yan Shisan looked at him with a complicated face...
"You want to stop my duel with the Third Young Master?"
"Won't!"
"and you……"
"You will understand then. Since you still have to go to the appointment, let's go."
The person took steps again, and the person followed.
When the two were about to leave the woods, they saw a person...
Cao Bing was sitting under a tree at this time, his face turned pale, he raised his head and laughed, as if he was crazy!
Yan Shisan is not stupid, he understood after seeing Cao Bing.
"He has been following us? Is he taking care of everything for us from the front?"
Nod randomly.
Yan Shisan didn't ask any more questions. He knew that Cao Bing must have seen the sword just now... People are like this sometimes. When they encounter something they dare not face, they choose to escape by getting drunk or crying. Or laugh, or go crazy.
Cao Bing couldn't get drunk, and he didn't cry, but he was laughing and going crazy.
…
The golden crow gradually set in the west, and the two of them returned to the official road from the woods.
A lot has happened today, but this kind of thing is still not over. When he killed Xia Houxing arbitrarily, Yan Shisan knew that they would still have a lot of trouble.
On the official road in front, there was a carriage parked far away, with the Xiahou family's logo printed on the door.
The little book boy sat on the carriage with a pale face. There was another person on the carriage, the driver.
The driver was a white-haired, thin and small old man. He looked a little frail, but his eyes were like sharp knives, and his whole body was like a knife unsheathed!
His eyes were sharp, vicious, with a hint of sadness and regret, and he was glaring this way.
Ranran walked over, but Yan Shisan saw the coachman holding a sword, which was Xia Houxing's sword.
When the man came up to him, the old coachman said, "Why are you so cruel? You don't have to kill him."
Randomly said: "He talks too much and I don't like to hear it."
The old coachman's eyes were red, and a cold light like sharp knives suddenly shot out from his eyes, and he said, "Will you die if you talk too much?"
Randomly shook his head and said: "You don't deserve to die for talking too much, you deserve to die because I don't like to hear it."
The old coachman's hands were clenched, and his eyes were as if they were devouring: "It's you who deserve to die. You deserve to die a thousand times, ten thousand deaths. You will definitely die. Even the King of Heaven can't save you."
Randomly smiled and said: "I don't want people like me to live today, but I still live well, and I believe I will live well in the future."
No one could understand him, and the old coachman no longer intended to listen.
The sword is unsheathed!
This is Xiahou Xing's broken silk connection, and the sky is full of stars and thousands of snake swords.
With a shake of his hand, a sword that was originally intact turned into a sky full of stars, like hundreds of silver snakes.
Yan Shisan's eyes narrowed. This was obviously Xia Houxing's sword, but the old man used it more skillfully, harder, faster, and more skillfully than Xia Houxing.
The sword broke into countless pieces, shining like stars all over the sky, and each piece struck from the vital points of any body.
With a 'swish' sound, a folding fan was opened!
After opening it, flick it slowly...
This is a fan technique created by anyone in his spare time. It is a six-way fist technique, a six-way palm technique, and a twelve-way fist technique that contains all kinds of weapons. The fists and palms are used to imbue meaning and the true energy is used to control the wind.
Under the confluence of extreme moves, the autumn wind is biting and moving in an instant.
The strong wind is like a sword. Wherever the wind passes, the old power of the stars disappears and the new power is born.
The Thousand Snake Sword broke and broke into thousands of pieces. It was shot back again without the control of the master.
It went faster, faster, and more cruelly than when it came back. The old coachman was stunned and stunned. It's like falling into the void, facing these thousands of cold lights and it's hard to do anything.
Then there was a flash of cold light, and countless blood marks exploded all over his body.
The old coachman was blind and deaf, and there was no good spot on his face or person. Fortunately, his tongue was still there, and fortunately he did not open his mouth when he was stunned. He said the last words.
"You...you will die badly...no one...no one can offend the Xiahou family..."
