Huashan female sword god

Chapter 396. Chapter 394

Outside Tangjiabao.

in the woods.

Poor mountains and bad waters, miasma overgrown, accompanied by haze.

Ximen Duanjue, who was poisoned in his body, ran in a hurry.

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound from one side, the sky roared, and the cold sword light cut through the turbid air in the dense forest.

Ximen Duanjue gave a sudden pause and stopped.

Accompanied by a gust of flying sand and rocks, the cold sword energy almost slashed across his chest, and a big tree five feet away to the left split in two and fell down, leaving scars on the ground.

A few broken hairs fell down without realizing it.

If he hadn't been vigilant, the sword would have fallen on him if he missed it by a fraction of a second. Ximen Duanjue broke out in a cold sweat.Turning his head towards Jianguang, he shouted, "Who are you?"

The white clothes are like snow, spotless.

It was a young man, not over thirty—at least in appearance.

He held the scabbard in one hand and carried it behind his back, and held the sword in the other hand, hanging down to the ground.His eyes were indifferent, he looked at Ximen Duan, and did not answer.

But although he didn't answer, someone answered it for him.

But it is not to answer who he is, but——

"It doesn't matter who he is. What matters is who I am."

In the direction behind the white-clothed swordsman, in the distance, a figure shuttled up and down in the forest, from far to near, and arrived in an instant, standing shoulder to shoulder with the swordsman.

Gray hair, goatee, black robe, medium build, stern look.

A common single-knife is lifted behind the shoulder.

Knife without sheath.

Ximen cut off his guard and said, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Tang, Tang from the Tang Sect, and my name is Tang Yitian."

The old man in black said.

"Tang Yitian, Tang Yitian..." Ximen Duanjue's pupils shrank, his mind turned, he thought about the details, and then he had a flash of inspiration, and said: "You are... a martial idiot from Tangmen who went to Longmu Island more than 20 years ago and never returned. Tang Yitian?"

The old man in black robe said: "Not bad."

Ximen Juanjue's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Since you have already left Longmu Island, you were in Tangjiabao just now, why didn't you come forward to stop me?"

Tang Yitian said: "Because I don't want too many people to know my existence."

Ximen resolutely said: "Then you are showing up now, are you going to kill me?"

Tang Yitian said: "Not bad."

Ximen Juan pointed at the white-clothed swordsman and said, "What about him? He also wants to kill me?"

Tang Yitian shook his head: "No, he is better than me in agility, so he will stop you first."

Ximen Juanjue laughed at himself: "It seems that Ximen Juanjue, who has been poisoned, is no longer a threat to you."

Tang Yitian stared coldly and remained silent.

Ximen Juanjuan sarcastically said: "But disciples of Tangmen, don't they just take advantage of others' danger?"

Tang Yitian said: "The Tang Sect uses poison and hidden weapons. Tang Sect disciples have never been honest men."

Ximen Juan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, then come on, let me see what the former master of the Tang Sect is capable of now."

"You'll see."

Tang Yitian turned his hand, the edge of the blade spun, and in an instant he lifted it upside down and corrected his grip, and rushed out with a horizontal step, with one knife, from back to front, from top to bottom.

split out.

The light of the knife flickered in the forest.

The poisonous demon is roaring.

……

The white blade entered the body, and the blood splattered.Contaminated a little on the hands.

Ximen Duanjue held the back of the saber in his hand, gushing out his true energy, his fury surged, the moment the single saber broke apart, the air wave became a tidal wave, like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring, the sound shook the ten directions.

Each retreated in shock.

The duel begins, the duel ends.

It's just a moment for the masters to compete.

Within three feet.

Old trees fell to the ground, broken trees lay horizontally, the permafrost was overturned, and new soil covered the dead branches and fallen leaves.

This is a mess, and everything is stained with a lot of blood.

The white-clothed swordsman stood outside the battle circle, had already returned his sword to its sheath, and watched the battle start and end with a cold expression on his face.

Tang Yitian held half of the broken knife, and condensed the sword fingers in his left hand. First, he sealed the acupoints to protect the heart, and then pressed his shoulders. From the shoulders to the wrists, he slid all the way down. The tiger's mouth was split open, and black poisonous blood was forced out, dripping little by little.

Ximen cut off the poison of blood, which was beyond his expectation, but when the knife was pierced through the chest, the few drops of poisonous blood that splashed on his hands without paying attention, actually seeped directly from the skin into the blood in an instant, directly touching the heart veins. , almost capsizing him in the gutter.

Although he is fond of martial arts but not proficient in poison art, but he was born in Tang Sect, he has heard and seen since he was a child, and his understanding of poison is higher than most people in the world.

After that, his eyes were piercing, and he looked at Ximen Juan in front of him.

Tang Yitian asked, "Are you not poisoned?"

In a short period of time when he was fighting for the front, he unleashed seven knives, but unexpectedly failed to kill Ximen Duanjue. He was either blocked or avoided, and only two knives wounded people. This old devil's skill is still at its peak .

Simon is not dead yet.

But while he wasn't dead, he wasn't feeling well either.

His left hand hangs down weakly, his arm was cut open, and there was a gash nearly a foot long. Half of the white blade was still stuck in his chest, and he dared not take it out. The wound was still bleeding, and in a moment the clothes were drenched with blood, forming a pool of blood under the feet, bubbling and bubbling, the toxins in the blood were constantly corroding the ground.

At this time, he was kneeling on one knee, relying on a big tree on the other side of the battle circle to support him, gasping for breath, hearing Tang Yitian's words, unwilling to say: "If you haven't been poisoned, do you think that with your few knives , can hurt me?"

Tang Yitian said: "You still have such a strong internal force after being poisoned, it seems that this poison doesn't affect you that much."

Ximen Juanjue took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and said, "Do you think that the word poisonous devil was picked up?"

Tang Yitian praised: "What a poisonous devil."

Simon cut off his sneer.

Tang Yitian took a deep look at him, threw out the broken knife, and inserted it into a tree trunk as easily as if piercing tofu. Before reaching the handle, the man turned his head away: "Ximen, let's go."

Ximen Jue fixed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

Tang Yitian paused for a moment without turning his head, and said: "Since you are poisoned, I can't win by force. I only fight for the disciples of the Tang Sect who died in your hands during this period. Seven lives, I will only give seven swords. You Since I can take over, I will not kill you today. But if you can survive and disgrace the Tang Sect, I will look for you again."

Just stride away.

It seems that although he thinks he is not a gentleman, he is not really completely careless.At least, I didn't take advantage of my illness to kill myself until I died.

Looking at the backs of the two, Ximen Duanjue sneered softly: "Pedantic..."

Unable to hold on, he spat out a mouthful of blood, then, looking for a direction, forced himself to hold his breath, and ran out staggeringly.

The pursuers from Tangjiabao will come at any time, this place cannot stay for long.

Soon we came to a river valley, thought for a while, then made a decision, tried our best to support, walked from the river, went down the river, the sound of clear springs dilute the blood under the feet, wiped out the traces along the way, and let the people in the river The fish turns white, without any reason to suffer disaster, and drifts down the current.

After waiting for a while, I landed at a certain place.

However, not long after, there was a loud sound from behind.

Ximen Juan's expression changed.

Still can't get rid of, the pursuers have arrived.

The next moment, he shouted loudly: "Devil, where are you going?"

Five or six people caught up from behind and cut off and surrounded Ximen.

(End of this chapter)