This sword was cunning and vicious, moving like thunder. In just a blink of an eye, it was in front of Chen Xianchao. The long sword came back again and stabbed his knees in the crotch.
Murong Qingfeng said again: "This sword is the green snake sword technique of Ke Xiu, the second poisonous snake sword among the six. You must also remember that the biggest flaw in his sword technique is the 'Jue Sui Style'. After he cuts off both of your knees, The sword will inevitably stab you in the crotch, and if you can't retreat, there will be a chance to kill him."
Chen Xianchao was so oppressed by this sudden force that he could not retreat. As soon as he retreated, he saw Murong Qingfeng slap the ground and thrust his sword towards his chest. He fell into passivity again.
But Murong Qingfeng's sword did not stop.
With a change of sword technique, the power of the sword changed drastically.
Like wind and fire, sharp stabs like rain.
Chen Xianchao barely resisted with his sword, but the sword force didn't give him any chance to breathe. Each sword came rushing towards his throat.
"Chen Xianchao, open your eyes."
"This sword is the wind and fire sword technique of Luan An, the third of the six, Fenglai Jian. His sword is like a raging fire borrowing the wind. One sword can strike hundreds of swords continuously, but he will change his Qi machine at the seventeenth sword. Then This is your only chance to kill him."
Chen Xianchao stared at the sword in front of him. When Murong Qingfeng thrust out the seventeenth sword, his sword slowed down for just a moment.
Chen Xianchao immediately raised his sword, and the sword force immediately broke Murong Qingfeng's sword move and went straight to his throat.
Murong Qingfeng had a look of relief on his face, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of his sword pierced Chen Xianchao's arm, forcing Chen Xianchao to forcefully break the sword.
"This sword is the green pine sword technique of Lin Jing, the fourth gentleman among the six. You only need to remember one sentence when fighting with him. He is a gentleman. Therefore, his sword technique is upright and does not contain any destructive moves. You can do it Man, he must die.”
"This sword is the Jade Girl sword technique of Fei Yao, one of the Five Green Rainbow Swords among the Six. She is Lin Jing's wife. The only flaw is Lin Jing. If you want to kill her, kill Lin Jing first. She will be confused."
Murong Qingfeng held a sword and could switch between Cangsong swordsmanship and Jade Girl swordsmanship at will.
Chen Xianchao really felt that he was not facing one person, but two masters with superb swordsmanship wielding swords at the same time.
Murong Qingfeng suddenly stopped his sword.
"The last person is called Gu Ming. He is good at using flying knives. He never fails. You must always pay attention. His flying knives kill countless people."
Chen Xianchao was puzzled and asked: "Aren't you going to kill me? Why did you tell me about the sword skills of these six people?"
Murong Qingfeng said: "You can kill Shen Tutian, but I can't kill you. But only one of us can leave."
Chen Xian said: "Junior gives senior a ride."
Murong Qingfeng nodded, the sound of his sword suddenly sounded, and the aura surrounding his body was like the light of the bright moon.
"My sword also has a flaw. If you could see it clearly, you could kill me with this sword."
Chen Xianchao took a deep breath, his energy was surging, and his forty-eight martial arts had already raised the battle flag. His momentum continued to rise. He was neither heavy nor weak.
"Murong's swordsmanship: one sword day and night."
The sun sets over the long river.
Between day and night.
A sword reaches the sky.
Murong Qingfeng deserves the title of the best swordsman in the world. As long as anyone's swordsmanship is seen once by him, he can display it without losing charm.
But because of this, he was unable to truly comprehend a technique, peer into his innate nature, and comprehend his supernatural powers.
Murong Qingfeng's sword was two meters in front of Chen Xianchao. He saw the flaw. It was the change between day and night, the change between night and dawn.
The black light of Jing Chao's sword spread, and the red sword pattern shone.
Chen Xianchao transformed into a sword and cut the night and dawn.
"In the way of swordsmanship, I can become an immortal with my sword."
Ding.
Ringing in the ears.
The sword of Jingchao returns to its sheath.
Murong Qingfeng's long sword finally shattered.
"Chen Xianchao."
"I am Susu's uncle."
Chen Xianchao's raised steps suddenly stopped.
"If that girl doesn't stay in Peach Blossom Town, she can suppress her with the sword of the Southern Dynasty."
"I didn't protect her mother well, and I didn't protect her well either."
"Chen Xianchao, she hopes you live, and I also hope you live. When everyone in the world wants to kill you, their blood will be used to sharpen your sword."
Chen Xianchao walked up to Murong Qingfeng, who had already closed his eyes.
"If this girl knows that I killed you, she will hate me."
Chen Xianchao drove Murong Qingfeng's carriage and changed the route with his body.
He is Li Xuansu's uncle and should be buried in the ancestral grave of the Murong clan.
Seventy miles of wilderness.
When Chen Xianchao saw the outline of a city in the distance, dawn had arrived.
The drawbridge over the moat has not yet fallen.
Chen Xianchao was waiting.
Six fierce horses were waiting.
The horse snorted and ran all night. The body of the fierce horse was glistening with sweat, and the steam was steaming in the late autumn morning.
Shengzhuang dismounted his horse and pointed towards the carriage, saying: "I am Shengzhuang, the master of arrest. In the name of the imperial court, please return to the master of arrest."
Chen Xianchao turned around and got off the carriage. As soon as he appeared, Luan An and others put their palms on the swords at their waists.
"I want to send him home, and he can't leave with you."
Shengzhuang had only seen Chen Xianchao in portraits. No matter how bad the rumors about him were, to him, Chen Xianchao was just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
But standing in front of him, Shengzhuang felt that he was wrong.
Chen Xianchao's eyes could even kill someone, and his aura was so cold that he didn't look like a human being.
In the early morning of late autumn and early winter, when he spoke, the heat in his mouth was like white smoke, but when Chen Xianchao spoke, there was no heat at all.
Is his blood cold?
Shengzhuang even thinks this way.
Shengzhuang said: "I'm afraid it won't be as you wish."
Chen Xian said: "Then let's do it! Do you want to come together?"
Ke Xiudao: "Chen Xianchao, you think too highly of yourself. I don't need my elder brother to take action to arrest you."
As soon as Ke Xiu patted the horse's back, he was approaching Chen Xianchao like a flash of lightning. The poisonous snake sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. The sword passed through his chest but suddenly stabbed Chen Xianchao's throat.
Chen Xianchao had already seen Ke Xiu's swordsmanship. While Ke Xiu was sheltering, the Jingchao sword had been unsheathed. The sword was blocked by the Jingchao sword. At the same time, Chen Xianchao also slapped a palm on Ke Xiu's shoulder. Ke Xiu Turning his shoulders, Chen Xian clapped his palm in the air. The two looked at each other and clapped their palms at the same time, causing the two palms to collide.
Thump thump thump.
Ke Xiu couldn't help but take six or seven steps back, while Chen Xianchao took three steps back and leaned on the carriage.
"I've underestimated you. Your inner strength has already entered the realm of vitality, and it's quite hidden."
Luan An said: "Ke Xiu, don't be careless. Chen Xianchao swallowed the Nine Sun Seven-petal Flower of Qingpingguan and gained 70 years of inner strength. He is not an ordinary warrior."
Ke Xiudao: "I know."
The collision of palms convinced Chen Xianchao that Ke Xiu's state was not innate.
This way.
He wants to kill someone.
He must use the blood of all those who want to kill him to sharpen the Jingchao sword in his hand.
Dragon and elephant contend.
Forty-eight martial arteries boiled instantly.
Jing Chao's sword was unsheathed, and the poisonous snake sword in Ke Xiu's hand immediately trembled. He frowned, and when he raised his eyes, Chen Xianchao's figure was already approaching, but a black sword flashed with cold light, pointing directly at his throat. .
"snort!"
"Chen Xianchao, even if you killed many generals who went south in Da Li, you are still a sinner of the Southern Dynasty."
Ke Xiu blocked Chen Xianchao's sword, and struck out seven or eight times with the sword in his hand. He did not forget his words, as if he was convicting Chen Xianchao.
The two made dozens of moves with their swords.
Ke Xiu turned around and struck a sword, and then the sword move suddenly changed, like a long snake walking close to the ground, the poisonous snake sword went straight towards Chen Xianchao's knees.
When Chen Xianchao saw this, he immediately sank his sword to break the force of Ke Xiu's sword. Then he stepped forward. Ke Xiu's eyes showed disbelief, but when he raised his wrist, he saw a black sword falling towards the back of his neck.
"How did he know the flaw in my sword?"
