Qixia town catches the gods, patrolling the streets will become stronger

Chapter 145 Taking Sword as Friend, Ximen Chuuxue

Both of them are sword cultivators at the master level, and when they fight, they fly away, and a large area around them is shrouded in sharp zhenqi, criss-crossing.

They rushed out so fast that many members of Liuyun Gang and Langya Village were cut off and fell to the ground with wounds all over their bodies before they could dodge in time.

The two approached the entrance of the cave while fighting. The closer they got, the more they could feel the sharp sword intent emanating from it, and it became more and more obvious.

They confirmed once again that the Baihong Sword must have been born!
For warriors like them, when they reach the Grandmaster Realm, every step forward becomes very difficult, and even the phenomenon of sailing against the current will appear.

A sharp sword inherited from several masters will greatly improve and benefit oneself, and it is worth fighting for with all their strength.

The two people's true energy rolled up a cloud of smoke and dust, and they rushed inside, scrambling to be the first, for fear of being snatched by others.

As a result, the others couldn't bear their temper anymore, and several figures rushed out to fight for this thing.

Several figures in the Grandmaster realm immediately fought together.

No one has a clear opponent, but they are all very eager to rush into it and win the first place.

But when there were more troublemakers, their speed slowed down instead, hindering each other, and no one could get ahead.

The members of Liuyun Gang and Langya Village who were present at the scene all fled to the distance, but some people were unlucky and were affected by the chaos and died on the spot.

The survivors looked back, all terrified.

I thought it was only the strength of the two of them, but who would have thought that there were so many master masters hidden behind the scenes.

Looking at this situation, and then thinking about their behavior before, I suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

"what!"

There was a scream, and a slightly weaker martial artist in the Grandmaster realm became the first breakthrough point in the chaotic battle. His body shield was shattered, he was opened several times, and died directly.

After the death, several other people seemed to be anxious, the fighting became more intense and more dangerous, almost all their moves were killing moves.

Finally, several people rushed into the hole.

Seeing this, more people lost their temper.

Yan Ming noticed that Jin Jiuling stood up, reached out and took out a robe, and put it on his body.

Then he dealt with the appearance a little bit, and soon changed his appearance.

Although Jin Jiuling's disguise technique was not as magical as Sikong Zhaixing, it was enough.

Then he flicked the long sword in his hand, appeared and rushed over.

"Go away!"

Just as Jin Jiuling was approaching the entrance of the cave, there was a guru-level martial artist shooting from another direction.

Seeing that Jin Jiuling didn't dodge or dodge, the opponent wanted to block him.

However, I didn't expect that the strength gap between the two sides is a bit big because they are both at the Grandmaster level.

With a wave of Jin Jiuling's long sword, a burst of sword energy came in front of him amidst buzzing, piercing through the opponent's throat without stagnation.

The warrior's body rushed forward with strong inertia, and landed heavily, with disbelief in his eyes, as if he didn't understand how he died.

Jin Jiuling rushed directly into the cave and killed two more people on the way, scaring the others out of the way when they saw that he was not easy to mess with.

Then Yan Ming also rushed in with a mask on.

He is now wearing casual clothes, and no one can recognize his identity.

The tunnel dug out by the Liuyun Gang was not very long, and it directly led into the hill.

As soon as he entered it, Yan Ming felt the light around him dim, and quickly dodged to the side.

Jin Jiuling's long sword hidden in the dark next to the entrance happened to stab at him, but Yan Ming dodged it.

"Ok?"

Jin Jiuling was also very surprised, the long sword continued to approach, and Yan Ming hit fast, hitting the depths with great speed.

"It's you!"

As soon as they fought, Jin Jiuling recognized Yan Ming, his eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

He didn't have time to think about how Yan Ming appeared here, he just wanted to take this opportunity to solve it.

Coincidentally, Yan Ming thought the same way.

The two bumped into the area where the soil was rustling, and the surroundings suddenly became brighter.

It turned out to be a quite large interior space.

Torches were lit on the surrounding walls, and the dim light illuminated the surrounding area. There were already several Grandmaster-level warriors standing nearby.

They were fighting very lively just now, but after rushing in, they all stopped, keeping a distance from each other, standing around in a circle, and several of them stared at the front with fiery eyes and salivation.

There are also some members of the Liuyun Gang inside. They managed to dig around here. They didn't know what was going on outside. They were suddenly rushed in by a few masters, and they were completely frightened. At this time, they hid in the corner shivering.

"Ok?"

Jin Jiuling and Yan Ming also withdrew their hands at the same time and looked forward.

The interior here seems to be a huge space dug out by hand, but it has been closed for a long time.

It seemed that the entrance and exit to the outside were also sealed. It was the guy with relevant experience in the Liuyun gang who finally found out that there was a space inside, and then mobilized manpower to dig through it, so that this place could be seen again.

And in front of them, on a high platform, there were two corpses.

Judging from their posture, they should have gone through a fierce struggle and then died together.

There are traces of fighting all over the surrounding area, and at the same time, there are several places in the inner space that have collapsed, which should be caused by their fighting.

After such a long time, the two corpses have already been completely reduced to bones, without any flesh and blood, but they still maintain their dying posture.

From the perspective of bone strength, he must be at least a strong master.

But what attracted them the most was what was next to the bones.

A knife, a sword, and two old but still bulging carry-on bags!
The sharp sword intent they felt just now emanated from this sword.

Baihong Sword!
Everyone was sure that this sword was the target they were looking for.

Even though it has been sealed for so many years without seeing the light of day, it still cannot cover up the brilliance of the long sword.

This is a magical weapon that can be felt at a glance. The long sword itself seems to be trembling slightly, looking forward to the next master who is worthy of it to bring it back out of the rivers and lakes.

In contrast, the knife next to the long sword looks much more ordinary.

The blade is narrow and straight, with simple lines. Looking at the appearance, there is no metallic luster, and it is all black.

At first glance, one might think that a piece of burnt dead wood has been made into the shape of a knife.

Moreover, compared with the sharpness of the long sword, the knife did not exude any momentum, it seemed to be just an ordinary weapon that had been weathered by time.

Jin Jiuling's eyes became more and more fiery.

He stopped just now because he sensed the call of the Baihong Sword to him.

Intuition told him that this sword perfectly matched his strength, style and Yi Shuige's sword intent, and it was exactly what he needed!

This made Jin Jiuling feel that the trip was worthwhile.

And Yan Ming stopped because, unlike others, he had no feeling for Bai Hongjian, but he vaguely felt the call of that knife to him.

"Ok?"

Yan Ming looked at the knife curiously.

Obviously, it looks like there is no bright spot on the outside, but the saber intent in Yan Ming's body produced an unusual reaction.

This knife is absolutely extraordinary!
Yan Ming was determined.

But it's right to think about it, how can it be Fanpin who can fight to the death with the master of Baihong Sword?
Just in time, another sword cultivator present also spoke.

"It is rumored that the last owner of the Baihong Sword was the name of Jian Kuang Song, a famous swordsman who was famous all over the world. He went to seek revenge with an old enemy, but they both died together. The Baihong Sword disappeared without a trace. It turned out to be true. !"

After finishing speaking, several people looked at the skeleton of the owner of the knife.

Although it does not have a name handed down from generation to generation, the one who can die with the sword madness of the year must be a top master.

Legend has it that the name of Sword Maniac Song is very likely to have reached the level of a great master, and the opponent's strength will not be lower than him.

Besides the weapons, there are also the luggage left by the two of them here, and there must be a lot of good things in it!
With such an opportunity, it is impossible to say that you are not tempted.

Everyone is salivating.

"what are you doing!"

One shouted loudly and dodged suddenly. A Grandmaster next to him actually released several poisonous insects, taking advantage of the dim light here to attack.

Seeing this, several people around hurriedly dodged, but the person who released the poisonous insect had already rushed towards Baihongjian.

"stop!"

Immediately someone slashed down, trying to stop him.

Facing the oncoming sword light, he turned around suddenly in the air, and spewed out a cloud of poisonous insects again. At the same time, he ejected the long sword in his hand, forcing the other person to dodge.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, imagining that after he got the sword, he would rely on it and rush out.

He didn't feel sorry for the long sword he threw out, anyway, he already had a better substitute in front of him.

However, before his hand touched the hilt of the sword, suddenly a flash of white light flashed before his eyes.

The same sword cultivator, he didn't see clearly the origin of this white light, he just felt a sudden hairy feeling in his heart.

"what!"

When he looked again, he found that all four fingers were broken off, and he was crippled, so he screamed.

"What a powerful sword!"

Several people around were also shocked.

Those who can appear here are mostly good swordsmen, but when this sword light appeared, they felt an inexplicable sense of frustration in their hearts.

It's not like the usual surprise when encountering a master, but it's like the kind of horror of hindsight that someone has already taken their life with absolute advantage without warning.

It's just that the owner of the sword light didn't kill them.

Several people present turned their heads in unison and looked towards the entrance.

Suddenly, another person came in from the outside.

Dressed in white, with a cold face, he just appeared there, and no one noticed when he came in.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, it seems that he was the one who cut out the sword energy just now.

This person's temperament is very special, and at first glance, there is an indescribable feeling.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a word emerged in their hearts -- loneliness.

He seemed very lonely, an indescribable loneliness revealed from the depths of his soul.

Even if you have never seen this extremely personal image, you can guess who he is.

Wanmei Villa, unparalleled swordsmanship, ruthless sword god, Ximen Chuuxue!
Such a name flashed through everyone's minds, a name that was recognizable throughout the Jianghu.

Ximen blows snow!

How could he also appear here?

Yan Ming looked at him, full of curiosity.

However, he didn't let himself down. The image of this ruthless sword god is outstanding enough, completely in line with his expectations, and even better.

And Jin Jiuling next to him was also staring at him.

Jin Jiuling has always been proud and arrogant, thinking that he will not be inferior to others.

But facing Ximen Chuuxue, the feeling was completely different from the previous loss to Yanming.

After losing to Yan Ming, he still felt unconvinced, and wanted to continue to improve his strength, and then regain his position.

But Ximen Chuuxue in front of him made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his bones. This kind of suppression is not only in terms of strength and realm, but also that the opponent's swordsmanship is several levels higher than his own, forming a dimensionality reduction hit.

For a moment, Jin Jiuling seemed to have an illusion, thinking that no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to surpass the opponent.

The frustration that this illusion brought to Jin Jiuling is indescribable.

"Ximen... Chuuxue, you, are you also here to fight for the Baihong Sword?"

Someone stuttered and asked.

"No." Ximen Chuixue's cold voice came.

"I have my sword, I don't need another one."

"call……"

Several people let out a long sigh of relief, and hope was rekindled.

If Ximen Chuuxue wanted to rob them, no one could stop them, and it was impossible for them to have any more chances.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at the poisonous insects raging around him, then at the long sword that had just been thrown as a hidden weapon and fell to the ground, and then his eyes fell on the man holding the palm of the severed finger.

His voice became colder and colder.

"Those who use despicable methods and hurt people in the back are not worthy of using a sword!"

"Abandoning the sword at will, those who like the new and dislike the old are not worthy of using a sword!"

Every word Ximen Chuuxue said seemed to be full of oppression, beating on the heart of the other party.

Although his tone was cold, Yan Ming could clearly hear his anger.

A swordsman like Ximen Chuuxue, who regards the sword as his friend and way, has long regarded the sword as his belief, and he can't see anyone ruining the sword.

The sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand was raised, his whole body was windless and automatic, his white clothes and black hair fluttered, his movements seemed slow but really fast.

The man was holding his severed hand and wanted to run, but suddenly he felt cold all over his body, as if falling into an ice cave.

He didn't see anything clearly, and of course he didn't have time to avoid it. This cold feeling seemed to appear in his body out of thin air.

He lowered his head slowly, only to realize that his chest had been pierced by sword energy, and his vitality was rapidly draining.

He waved his hands unwillingly, fell back and fell, completely breathless.

Ximen Chuuxue put his sword back into its sheath, and didn't take another look at him.

In normal times, he was not qualified to die under Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to say he was lucky or unlucky.

Ximen Chuuxue's sudden appearance and attack made all the people present unable to deal with it, and no one dared to rush to snatch it for a while.

"Don't look at me, what should I do, I'm only interested in the next owner of the Baihong Sword."

Ximen Chuuxue said.

His tone was calm, but it made everyone present shudder.

Everyone suddenly guessed what he meant, he wanted to find an opponent!

Whoever grabs the Baihong Sword will be his next target.

(End of this chapter)