Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

This person is the hand of the aristocratic family of the three counties.

"Shopkeeper Lu, I heard that your Excellency is the heir of the old sword god. I don't know where the old sword god is now. How is your health?"

Wang Qiuchan looked at Su Xuan.

"Of course."

Su Xuan nodded.

"Today, I would like to ask shopkeeper Lu to take this Xiliang son away for your convenience."

Wang Qiuchan said: "I guarantee in the name of the Wang family that his life will be safe, but he will not be allowed to return to Xiliang for 30 years."

"Shopkeeper Lu has nothing to do with this person, so why bother to go through this muddy water and struggle against the people of the world."

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this moment

The young man's heart raised his throat again, for fear that if Su Xuan agreed, then he would really have no way to go to heaven and nowhere to go down to earth.

Although Wang Qiuchan said that his life is safe and sound, he will not return to Xiliang for 30 years.

Doesn't it mean that you have to imprison yourself for 30 years, so you might as well die to avoid being tortured.

Lao Huang also raised his true energy in secret, as long as Su Xuan nodded, he immediately made a move, carrying his son and running away.

One son of the Wang family is enough to deal with it. If such a monster as Su Xuan is added, Lao Huang is not a fool.

"Excuse me."

Su Xuan shook his head: "Because of a favor, Your Excellency traveled thousands of miles to the mouth of the Negative River, and I owe a favor to you, and promised to send this young master of Xiliang back."

Wang Qiuchan's face froze slightly. In his opinion, this was just Su Xuan fooling himself, or mocking himself.

"Since that's the case, then each depends on his own ability."

Wang Qiuchan flicked his long sleeves, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword was unsheathed, and the mighty true energy burst out, soaring into the sky, tearing apart the wind and snow.

The tyrannical coercion swept across, the chain bridge vibrated, and the countercurrent river below him set off waves, hitting the ice layer.

"I've heard for a long time that the son of the Wang family of the three counties entered Taoism through Confucianism and excelled in both poetry and swords. Today is a good time to see how he is."

Su Xuan didn't take it seriously, his shoulders trembled slightly, the green bamboo sword came out of its sheath and fell into his hand, the sword edge was cold, urging a sharp edge.

The two tyrannical swords collided, ripples overflowed in the void, the river water surged under the feet, and the iron chain crossed the sky.

Before the sword was moved, the sword moved first, thunder came from the void, and countless wind and snow rushed towards Wang Qiuchan, gathering behind him.

Under the hazy sky, the storm roared, the mountains shook, and the vegetation was wrapped in the storm, soaring into the sky.

"The night is dark, the wind is high and the snow is vast, and the sword strikes with cold light to kill all directions."

After reciting a poem, the murderous aura soared. It was hard to imagine that this class of Confucian students had such a terrifying murderous aura.

Moreover, this is the killing intent of the sky, and the trembling of the soul is to induce the heart of the sky with the human heart, and to induce the murderous intent of the heaven and the earth with the murderous heart.

Confucianism breaks the innate, which is the realm of celestial phenomenon.

"One thought is so close, two blades can open mountains and rivers."

Moved

Holding the Qingfeng sword, he jumped, the Confucian robe flapped, he stepped on the wind and snow, and the sword in his hand turned over.

A sword cut towards Su Xuan, the sword was the bone, the wind and snow were the body, and the murderous intent was the blade

blowing the snow with one sword

"laugh"

The sword in Su Xuan's hand vibrated, and with a touch of his toe, he also rushed out in the air, like an arrow flying from a string, the three-foot green bamboo sword would be cut out when a person was in mid-air.

The shining sword light is mighty, like a bright moon on the sea, illuminating the mountains and fields, and shaking the rivers.

"boom"

The two sword qis collided, the ground shook and the mountains shook, the ice layer of the river below was completely shattered, and the emerald green water column rose into the sky.

The storm of sword energy collided and flooded the entire river valley. Those with insufficient cultivation would be cut into pieces by the dense sword energy in an instant if they set foot in it.

"Shuangjue of poetry and sword, but that's all."

In the secluded valley, Su Xuan laughed loudly: "The poetry is nonsense, and the swordsmanship is also unsightly."

The center of gravity of the celestial phenomena, life and death fights, naturally must first disturb the mind of the Tao.

"boom"

The two swords collided, sparks flew, the true energy surged, and thunder was born in the void, and the thunderbolt exploded.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is too bad, I'm afraid it's not as good as Lingshi's one percent."

Wang Qiuchan is also a human being: "I think your Excellency may be a swindler. Knowing that the old sword god is not alive, he came out and pretended to be the heir. You are really a villain."

Chapter 62: Killing Double Jue and Yushui Crossing the River

The figures intertwine, the sword energy divides the universe, the mountains and fields are dim, and the cold light splits the sky.

"chichichi"

The Green Bamboo Sword and the Green Edge Sword collided, sparks flew, and the snow was boundless. Two figures landed on the hundred-foot-long iron chain.

Each holding a long sword, standing under the vast night, stepping on the river, with heaven and earth on his head, and wearing snow clothes.

Although the sword in Wang Qiuchan's hand is not brilliant, it is also a rare magical sword in the world, and Su Xuan's green bamboo sword is not inferior to it when it collides with it.

In the void, the swords collided, triggering an inexplicable thunder that was deafening, and the heavy snow flowed upstream and flew towards the sky.

Su Xuan's face remained normal, he tiptoed and took several steps, the iron chains under his feet vibrated and swayed back and forth.

The sword moves with the person, the person walks with the heart, the robe is agitated, and the cold and beautiful Qingfeng cuts off the head, urging the vajra's mixed primordial energy.

On the blade, the emerald color flows and the edge blooms.

"clang"

Wang Qiuchan held the Qingfeng sword in front of her body, blocked the Qingzhu sword, her face changed slightly, it was because the strength of Su Xuan's sword was too terrifying.

Peiran poured all his strength into his body from the blade of the sword, grunted twice, and retreated a few steps continuously.

Su Xuan exerted strength on his toes, turned his body, swung his sword in a circle, and used it as a saber to slash towards Wang Qiuchan again.

"clang clang"

"clang clang"

Slashing with several swords, but only two breaths of effort, the swords collide dozens of times, each time the sword is cut, the strength of the next sword will increase by three points.

Wang Qiuchan kept backing away, her face became more and more ugly, and she forcibly received Su Xuan's slashing sword, making her whole body vigor and blood agitated.

Even the internal organs are aching.

"monster."

He couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, after connecting 23 swords, the strength accumulated on the green bamboo sword has superimposed to a terrifying level.

"The next sword must not be taken hard."

In an instant, Wang Qiuchan made a decision, and in the blink of an eye, the green bamboo sword in Su Xuan's hand came to kill again.

The air sank to the dantian, and when he fell, the sword edge passed close to the center of his eyebrows, the sharp sword energy pierced through the air, and cut on the "[-]" on the river bank behind him, leaving a crack several tens of feet long.

The dangerous situation made Wang Qiuchan break out in a cold sweat, hooked his feet on the iron chain, and hung upside down on the golden hook.

With the strength of both legs, the iron chain twisted violently, shaking Su Xuan away, hooking one foot, and the body stood up.

At this moment, Su Xuan was still in mid-air, without any focus.

Wang Qiuchan activated his sword energy, held the Qingfeng sword, and stabbed towards his lower body.

"It's so sinister."

Akiba stomped angrily.

"Treasurer be careful."

she reminded.

"Shameless Wang Jiazi."

The prince of Xiliang rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and stood at the head of the chain bridge, yelling curses.

"Wang Qiuchan, you shameless bastard."

"Give birth to a son without eyes."

"A vain reader"

"The moves are so insidious, and they specialize in other people's moves."

"I think you practiced this trick in a brothel."

"If Master Meng knew that he had taught an apprentice like you, he would probably vomit blood in anger."

"If I were you, I would immediately surrender my sword and kowtow three times to apologize."

"Wang Qiuchan, if you hear that, hurry up and kneel down and kowtow."

within the canyon

in the snow

Su Xuan exerted strength from his waist, abruptly moved half a step to the left side, avoiding the sword dangerously.

Stepping on the void, the sleeves flutter, breathing out the true energy, the internal energy in the dantian is continuous, breathing out, like a bull.

The blade turned upside down and slashed towards Wang Qiuchan. If he was hit by this sword, Wang Qiuchan would definitely be cut in two.

In times of crisis, this person is worthy of being a world-renowned powerhouse. Using his waist and eyes, he spun three times in the air.

The long sword lay across his side, blocking the edge of the green bamboo sword, but his whole body was knocked back by the terrifying force, swept through the air for more than twenty feet, and landed on the iron chain bridge.

Immediately afterwards, he took several steps back before he managed to stabilize his figure. Wherever he stepped on, the already rotten boards cracked.

Even the right hand holding the sword was shaking non-stop, and the tiger's mouth was aching from the shock.

Every time he confronts the sword, he has to bear the power of the dragon and elephant. If he hadn't had a good foundation and strong inner strength, he might not be able to hold it long ago.

Compared with Wang Qiuchan's embarrassment, Su Xuan looked much more unrestrained. He fell from the sky and landed firmly on the iron chain, with his left hand behind his back and a sword in his right.

The body is tall and straight, the human sword is united, the terrifying sword power soars to the sky, covering the entire canyon, and even half of the clothes are not damaged.

Those eyes, with a cold and sharp light, were stared at by these terrifying eyes.

Wang Qiuchan couldn't help but feel hairy.

One by one with one sword, he has killed the giants of the demon sect, crossed the desert, and entered such places as the Xiliang Palace.

Although he was defeated when he was in Xiliang Palace, he also retreated completely.

but today

When facing this young and excessive man, there was a faint fear in his heart.

Although Wang Qiuchan tried hard to suppress it, but if there is, there is, and if there is no, there is not.

When there is fear in the bottom of my heart, no matter how hard I try, this heart is no longer pure.

"monster."

All the masters who have fought against Su Xuan will all think of this word by coincidence.

Wang Qiuchan is no exception

Extremely tyrannical physical body, dragon-elephant power, thick true energy, and unparalleled swordsmanship.

Is it a bit inappropriate to appear on such a young man at the same time?

Even if Su Xuan has one of them, whether it's physique, strength or swordsmanship, he can explain it with genius.

But now

He could only secretly scold God for being unfair, and at the same time scold Su Xuan's master, the old sword god who ruled the world before Jiazi.