The Legend of Xianyu

Under the electric light, a golden sword light lit up instantly, as if it was about to compete with the electric light!

A butcher's knife flew out, and a short sword followed!

Zhang Xin said sharply: "Die!".

Li Tianran's figure flashed, and the scabbard in his left hand was sent forward, and he actually collected the lightning-like deadly fast sword.

In an instant, staggered by.

With a "poof", the long sword in Li Tianran's hand had been sheathed.

Zhang Xin carried his lost short sword in his hand, and staggered two steps before he stood firm.

His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out after all.

Because when he opened his mouth, a cloud of blood gushed out.

It was like a scarlet flower blooming in the rain, instantly staining half of his cheeks, and his body collapsed with it, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ahem!" Li Tianran coughed twice and slowly disappeared into the rain.

"The eleventh, the sword in the ghost sword Zhang Xin, ambush and punishment!".

......

Old Temple.

The firewood in the old and dilapidated temple flickered with its last residual warmth, illuminating the old beggars and unknown gods next to it.

The warmth inside the temple makes people a little reluctant to move.

The old beggar fiddled with the fire, not paying the slightest attention to the figure rushing in through the rain.

The visitor sat down, picked up the hare that had been roasted for a long time by the fire, and then chewed slowly, treating the food in front of him as if he were a pilgrimage.

So slowly, at this moment, he didn't look like a swordsman coming and going in the shadow of a sword, but a bit like a scholar who talked in the high pavilion.

The old beggar glanced at the person who came and frowned slightly: "In the past few days, many people from our Taishi have disappeared inexplicably in the city, you did it."

"It's true that we did it, and this hare is good and delicious. "

The young man nodded

The old beggar nodded, "Do you think you can make me disappear too?"

"I think I can".

"Young people are so confident?".

"Can you give it a try?"

"Naturally. The young man continued to eat the roast rabbit: "Can you try it after all?" "

"King of Fairy Plum in the Bag".

"Yes".

"What about you, young man

".

"Li Sanjin".

In the firelight, an old beggar with a short back sat quietly by the campfire, ragged and dirty, his face covered with wrinkles, as if the traces of time had worn him away. Although the old beggar was old, there was an unusual light in his deep eyes.

Sanjin's gaze locked on the old beggar, sensing an elusive aura emanating from him, as if he was not as weak as he appeared on the outside.

Sanjin's footsteps stepped on the broken ground, making a heavy sound. He walked slowly towards the old beggar, the tip of his sword slicing lightly through the ground, causing the firelight to reflect a dazzling glow on the sword.

The old beggar looked up at Sanjin, and there was no trace of fear in his dark eyes, but a deep banter. He suddenly stretched out a white finger and smeared strange runes in the flames, enveloping the entire ruined temple in an instant like an extension of the flames.

Sanjin's figure paused slightly, staring at the old beggar vigilantly. But under the shroud of flames, he felt an invisible restraint seal off the space he was in.

"Pocket formation!".

The old beggar smiled, like a strange flower quietly blooming, beautiful and full of murderous intent. He suddenly raised his right hand and aimed at Sanjin with lightning speed.

The flames erupted instantly, forming a huge sword qi that surged towards the three golds like a turbulent wave. Sanjin felt the tremendous pressure, but he calmly swung the heavy sword in his hand forward.

The sword light bloomed, converging into a chain-like sword light in the flames, slashing that sword qi apart. The flames skyrocketed, and the fiery aura filled the entire space, as if there was no escape.

Sanjin stabilized his figure, and his eyebrows were full of determination. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and rushed at the old beggar again with his heavy sword in hand.

The

old beggar smiled sarcastically, but instead of flinching, he raised his arms to meet Sanjin. In a moment like the gate of heaven, his figure turned into an earth-shattering wave of qi and swept towards Sanjin.

With the help of the power of the saber-rattling, the three gold made the sword light gather into a huge pillar of light again, colliding with the old beggar's attack. The rumble was deafening, and the air was filled with twisted ripples of energy.

"Forgive me!".

Between the sword and the qi wave, the power of the two consumed each other, and the space trembled. Sanjin and the old beggar both stared at each other intently, their eyes flashing with unyielding will, as if success or failure in this battle was a matter of life and death.

However, in the midst of this fierce duel, Sanjin suddenly noticed that the old beggar's breath had become sluggish, as if his strength had reached the extreme, and he could no longer squeeze out a single squeeze.

Sanjin saw the opportunity and instantly launched a powerful blow, and the heavy sword slashed from the air. The sword light pierced the dark night sky, accompanied by the roaring wind, and fell unstoppably on the old beggar's body.

"Ahh

The

screams instantly resounded throughout the ruined temple, and the old beggar's body was shattered by the sword light, turning into countless blood flowers flying in the air and burning them all.

With his chest heaving and his face cold and ruthless, Sanjin drew his heavy sword and returned to the entrance of the ruined temple. The flames gradually extinguished, leaving behind a cloud of ashes and sorrow.

"The eighth, the king of the fairy Li in the bag".

......

Blue Heart Street

Under the gloomy sky, Tang Yuzhe and Ah Xiang stepped into the restaurant together, their eyes swept over the crowd, and a distinctive atmosphere spread. The lights in the restaurant reflected in Tang Yuzhe's sharp eyes, revealing a trace of indifference and provocation.

They did not choose a hidden corner to observe quietly, on the contrary, they consciously walked to the most conspicuous position in the restaurant. Tang Yuzhe's smart eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze quickly locked on a little second who maintained order.

This little second is proud, and the mahogany bar in the restaurant is like an invisible barrier in front of him. His eyes revealed the confidence and arrogance of his opponent's competition.

Tang Yuzhe and Ah Xiang smiled coldly, their eyes as cold as swords, as if two blades of light cut the tranquility of the hotel. They deliberately became high-profile,

Ah Xiang raised her slender fingers and slapped the table hard a few times, making a crisp sound. Her lips were slightly hooked, revealing an aura of non-anger and self-authority.

Tang Yuzhe bent down slightly, his palms rested on the table, and his eyes locked on Xiao Er. He spoke softly, his voice melodious and charming: "Xiao Er, the reputation of your restaurant is really good, but I heard that your service attitude is not so good." "

Xiao Er frowned tightly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. The eldest lady sat on the stairs, and she immediately felt displeased when she noticed the atmosphere deliberately created by Tang Yuzhe and Ah Xiang in the morning.

Tang Yuzhe glanced at the eldest lady, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face. Without fear, he continued: "I heard that your junior here likes to bully customers, which is not a good habit!".

Ah Xiang exhaled softly, her eyes locked on the eldest lady, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She sneered: "Auntie, does your restaurant only rely on your face and the forces behind you to scare customers?"