Legend of the Heroes of the Southern Kingdom

Chapter 162 The Covenant on a Snowy Night ([-])

The white snow is covered, just waiting for the hot blood in the man's throat to spill out, and the redness is bleak, but the Qingshuang sword stops at the man's throat, and he refuses to move forward half a minute. Time goes by little by little. However, the sword in Li Wenxuan's hand seemed to be frozen along with the snow on the ground, and did not move for a long time.

Looking at the beggar whose throat was pinned by the Qingshuang sword, he seemed completely unaware that he was dying, and he was still rubbing his eyes. It seemed that he was rubbing very hard, even if he was not blinded by the wind and snow. Even if you rub your eyes like this, your eyes must be red and swollen.

"Put down the sword, seeing that you are a senior, I don't want to hurt your life!" Li Wenxuan put the long sword in his hand against the beggar's throat, presumably he had the chance to win, and he spoke with confidence.

The beggar's eyes seemed to be all right, he blinked his eyes and raised his head to look at Li Wenxuan, just looking at Li Wenxuan, without the slightest corner of his eye to stay on the Qingshuang that stopped in front of his throat, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time On the sword, the beggar said coldly: "Put down the sword? You are still a swordsman with a sword. Asking a swordsman to put down the sword in his hand is equivalent to making a swordsman abandon his beliefs and throw away his sword one day. It will be difficult for him to control the sword in the future!"

Everyone in the world believes that Situ Ying was killed by Li Wenxuan, or because of the 1 taels of silver reward, or to support the martial arts controversy. There are countless people who want to take Li Wenxuan's life. Martial arts scum, but there are also chivalrous and upright people who sincerely avenge Situ Ying. Li Wenxuan looked at this beggar with extremely high martial arts skills. He scolded, but at the moment he took the upper hand, but he never thought of hurting his life, he only hoped that he could clarify the misunderstanding, which would be the best.

Seeing that the opponent refused to put down the weapon in his hand, Li Wenxuan couldn't use it forcefully, and said: "Senior, your life is under my sword at this moment. If I am really a murderer, I will stab you with this sword. Isn't it all settled? Why bother to waste your time and talk? Please believe me, senior, I was indeed wronged."

"Hehe..." The beggar sneered, seemingly not paying attention to what Li Wenxuan said, while fiddling with the melting snow sword, he said, "It's also a good sword, but it's a pity...it's still a little bit..."

The beggar just looked at the sword in his hand and didn't pay attention to Li Wenxuan. Li Wenxuan took the initiative, but the beggar ignored him, but Li Wenxuan had no choice. Half an inch forward, it is almost touching the beggar's skin, and the Qingshuang sword is extremely sharp, as long as the sword is moved a little, the beggar will have a broken neck.

"Do you really think you can defeat me?" The proud beggar finally put his eyes on the sword in Li Wenxuan's hand, although his words were still disdainful.

Suddenly being asked such a rhetorical question, Li Wenxuan didn't know how to answer, so he had to compromise and said: "The junior's swordsmanship is superficial, and this is only half of the advantage by opportunism. He must never dare to hurt the senior."

"Hurt me? Are you afraid, or can't? Haha, kid! You are too far behind!"

After the beggar said, Li Wenxuan couldn't help but tremble in his heart, thinking: "What's going on? I have already restrained his throat. Could it be that he still has some way to turn defeat into victory? This is absolutely impossible!"

"Ah—" Li Wenxuan just thought of this, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right chest, as if being pierced by a sharp sword. Li Wenxuan yelled, and felt his feet were unstable, swaying Backing away, the Qingshuang sword in his hand naturally left the beggar's throat.Li Wenxuan turned pale with shock, and was yelling inwardly, but the beggar refused to miss this good opportunity, turned around, and grabbed Li Wenxuan's chest with a wave of his hand, like catching a chicken, and scratched Li Wenxuan beside him. After throwing it in a semicircle, the throw was about three feet away. Fortunately, the snow on the ground was very thick, and there were a lot of weeds under the snow. Xue, who was covered in snow, was not injured, and then got up again, angry and annoyed, cursing: "You old bastard is so shameless! I was kind enough to not embarrass you, why did you suddenly start plotting against me!"

The beggar turned defeat into victory with one blow. He was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but he stopped suddenly when he was about to jump up. He stared at the ground thoughtfully, and he didn't even hear Li Wenxuan scolding him.

Li Wenxuan only felt that he had suffered a huge loss, and regretted that he should soften his heart for a while. This good person is unworthy, and he wanted to scold him again, but when he saw the beggar suddenly bent down and picked up a book from the ground, Li Wenxuan naturally felt the same. After looking around, it didn't matter at all, it made Li Wenxuan's heart skip a beat, it was more important than taking his own life.It turned out that the beggar grabbed Li Wenxuan's chest just now, and his clothes were loose. In addition, Li Wenxuan was thrown out like this again, and the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Manual that was originally in his arms fell on the ground. The beggar stooped to pick it up just now. It is this Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Manual.

Li Wenxuan yelled: "This is mine, you give it back to me! Don't look at it!"

The beggar seemed to be deaf, and ignored Li Wenxuan's screams, carefully dragging the sword manual with one hand, and gently stroking the yellowed paper with the other wrinkled hand, as if this sword manual He looked like an old friend of his, and the murderous look on his face was completely gone.

Li Wenxuan was so anxious that he didn't notice the beggar's expression at the moment. He only knew that the beggar had taken away the Qingshuang Sword earlier. If the law is his own, then even if he dies, he will have no face to face his deceased father under the nine springs.

Li Wenxuan yelled, disregarding the tricks, raised the Qingshuang sword, rushed in front of the beggar in two or three strides, and directly stabbed the beggar in the chest.

The Qingshuang Sword is extremely sharp, and it was a misunderstanding to fight with those bodyguards of the Fuzhou Bodyguard Bureau during the day, but Li Wenxuan swung the Qingshuang Sword lightly, cutting off four bodyguards like chopping vegetables and tofu Steel knife in hand.But when Li Wenxuan drew his sword at this time, what he was facing was a fleshy body, but he seemed to have encountered a wall of iron and steel. Grasping Li Wenxuan's sword out, he clamped Li Wenxuan's sword firmly.

Even though the Qingshuang Sword is extremely sharp, it is more powerful than the edge of the sword, and the side is flat, so how can it hurt people?
Li Wenxuan struggled twice with his sword in his hand, but he couldn't see the slightest looseness. Seeing that the sword could not be taken back for a while, he wanted to fight with his bare hands, but he heard the beggar raise his head and closed his eyes, and chanted in a long tone: "The sword is over the cold." Flowers, broken but not falling, little traces, dyed all over the place. Fold the plums and explore the snow, the snow fades without dust, and the fragrance of plums, like the wind, disperses and returns to the soul!"

(End of this chapter)