"Uncle Wu, are you okay?" He Xiuxian quickly stepped forward and supported Wu Wu, who was shaking.

If Wu Bo hadn't stepped forward and blocked the three arrows, he might have fallen now.

"Young master, you've encountered a cruel problem, leave!" Wu Bo looked solemn and said to He Xiuxian.

He was seriously injured and could no longer fight.

At this moment, a frivolous laughter came.

The two looked up.

Lin Qingshan was wearing a long sword on his back and stood in front of the two of them, looking at them with a smile.

"Come whenever I want, leave when I want. Have you ever asked about my knife?"

After saying that, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sharp momentum was emitted without reservation.

"The second level of the concentration realm!"

Feeling the momentum of Lin Qingshan, He Xiuxian's expression changed slightly. At this age, his cultivation level should be a child of the Zifu family!

But soon, he regained his expression.

"This young man, today's incident is a misunderstanding. I hope you don't want to be surprised!" Uncle Wu said quickly. He felt that the young man opposite was very difficult to deal with and did not want his young man to continue to cause trouble.

"Uncle Wu, don't ask him. We were just careless just now, and let this kid succeed in the sneak attack!"

"Now, let me meet you for a while!"

He Xiuxian sneered, looked fierce, and took out a long cold light sword with his hands. A momentum that was stronger than Lin Qingshan burst out from him.

"The third level of the mind-concentrating realm...the top-grade bloodline!"

Lin Qingshan murmured, still not changing his expression, and he lifted his knife forward.

"Looking for death!" He Xiuxian was furious when he saw Lin Qingshan's appearance that he didn't take him seriously at all.

After the words came, He Xiuxian moved, sprinting towards Lin Qingshan like a flash of lightning. With a clanging sound, a ray of snow rays rushed towards Lin Qingshan like a long rainbow.

"Split Sword Technique!"

Suddenly, the snow-bright sword light exploded, turning into a few cold lights, stabbing Lin Qingshan fiercely.

This stance covered Lin Qingshan's arms and body. Before the sword light arrived, he could already feel a hint of coldness.

"The top-grade sword technique, but it is not perfect!"

Lin Qingshan's eyes condensed slightly, and among these cold lights, there were real and fake.

With full perception, Lin Qingshan instantly saw through the reality and responded quickly, his steps were chaotic, and his body shook like a willow, avoiding He Xiuxian's killing move.

Then he appeared strangely on He Xiuxian's left, slashing with one sword, and the snow-light shone into an arc, like a waning moon.

He Xiuxian was slightly surprised, not expecting Lin Qingshan's reaction to be so rapid.

But he was not slow either. Soon, his body movement turned around. His body turned strangely, facing Lin Qingshan, with a little cold light still rushing towards Lin Qingshan.

"I am not chaotic when facing danger, my steps are skillful and my swordsmanship are exquisite, not worse than Lin Qingxue!" Lin Qingshan was secretly surprised. The direct prince of the Zifu family really had something.

In fact, the children of the aristocratic families are generally strictly trained and rarely have any wine bags.

With excellent bloodlines, good teaching, and abundant cultivation resources, children of this type of aristocratic family are often the best among their peers and will not be inferior in all aspects.

Lin Qingshan's footsteps were staggered again, and he stumbled left and right, avoiding He Xiuxian's killing move.

Lin Qingshan's body technique is a medium-grade martial art called "Broken Star Step", and has long been completed.

Although the footwork is only a medium-grade one, Lin Qingshan's reaction speed is far beyond ordinary people. He can often predict the opponent's attack in advance, find out the flaws of the opponent's moves, and make a counterattack.

He turned his hand and the blade seemed to be integrated into the wind and was hard to find. He cut his sword at He Xiuxian's neck.

"Slay the wind!"

He Xiuxian's face changed drastically. Lin Qingshan's sword was like an antelope hanging on its horns, flowing clouds and water without any trace. He quickly withdrew his sword, mobilized his true energy in his body, and quickly slashed towards Lin Qingshan's sword.

Lin Qingshan turned his blade and avoided He Xiuxian's block.

He Xiuxian had to turn the sword again and block again. The two sides changed continuously. He Xiuxian felt that his sword movement this time had exceeded the past and had reached its limit.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought each other and changed their moves continuously.

Although he was not bleeding and injured, He Xiuxian felt that dancing on the tip of the knife made him feel uncomfortable and a suffocating feeling.

"This kid's sword technique is so terrible!"

Suddenly, Lin Qingshan's sword turned again, almost close to He Xiuxian's sword body. He Xiuxian even felt that the sword he had cut out seemed to be uncontrollable. He saw a touch of coldness that followed his sword body and stroked towards his neck.

A sensation of coldness rose from the soles of the feet and rushed upwards, spreading to the spine and rushing into the forehead, causing He Xiuxian to tremble involuntarily, and a sensation was as if a basin of ice water was poured down from the beginning.

He Xiuxian retreated quickly, his steps were messy and fast, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew several meters.

At that moment, he seemed to see the God of Death.

"The reception is based on the heart, and the sword is united!" He Xiuxian's face looked ugly.

"Stop fighting, little brother, today's business is wrong. We will definitely come to admit our mistakes in the future!" The old man on the side frowned and said again.

If something happened to He Xiuxian, he would not have any good results.

"Uncle Wu, I haven't lost yet!" He Xiuxian said coldly: "I just attacked us, shot four arrows, and fought so many tricks with me. Now, how much of your true energy can I have?"

After saying that, a powerful true energy burst out from He Xiuxian again.

The sword body shook, and the long sword in He Xiuxian's hand was covered with a layer of light true energy like an arc, and a powerful aura rushed forward, and the corners of He Xiuxian's sleeves and clothes were rumbling.

His sword is not as good as the opponent's sword, but his true energy is stronger. As long as the opponent's true energy is exhausted, he will be the final winner!

"Wow, you're such a clever ghost, you've seen through it!" Lin Qingshan carried the long sword and chuckled: "My true energy is really not much, but it's more than enough to cut your head!"

"Hard-mouthed." He Xiuxian was fierce and rushed towards Lin Qingshan again, with his sword open and closed, trying to suppress others with his power.

Lin Qingshan turned his steps, shook his wrist, and turned his blade, gently touching the sword that He Xiuxian stabbed.

The swords and swords were stuck together, making a hissing sound of metal rubbing, sweeping He Xiuxian's sword.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qingshan slashed out with another sword, and the cold light was fierce, and the long sword faintly carried a wind toward He Xiuxian.

This sword faintly transcended the realm of unity and touched the realm of momentum.

The goal is He Xiuxian's neck.

His scalp was numb and his hair stood up. He Xiuxian retreated again and avoided the knife.

Lin Qingshan bullied himself, and the sword light was pasted on He Xiuxian again.

"Fight!" He Xiuxian was forced to bite the bullet and used the Spectral Sword Technique to fight.

"Happy!" Lin Qingshan shouted loudly, and the momentum on the blade became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, he felt the threshold of momentum again!

A few sharp sounds of gold and iron clashing sounded, bursting out countless Mars and ripples. Two figures changed countless times, and countless cold lights lingered and intertwined.

After a while, the two finally separated.

"You will regret it!" He Xiuxian's voice trembled.

As he said that, his whole body became soft and a wound broke out on his neck. Blood was like a fountain. He fell slowly back weakly, with unwillingness and... shock...

"It's a pity that it's still a little bit." Lin Qingshan shook his head and put away his knife.

"Clan leader, there is another one, how to deal with it." Lin Qingxue walked over from a distance without any haste.

"Cut the weeds and remove the roots!" Lin Qingshan said lightly.
Chapter completed!