Mr. Su's sword appeared in the psychedelic place. Although he helped Mu Chensi solve the killing situation, he also exposed Mu Chensi's position.

Sometimes people are like this, it’s very strange. There are always strange people and strange ideas in the world.

At this moment, everyone in the psychedelic land knew clearly that no one had the ability to beat Mr. Su's sword forward, but many people still did not give up because the financial owner behind this time paid too much for this assassination, so there were still people who did not die.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. This is what we mean.

Although Mr. Su’s sword is strong, they don’t believe that there are many such sword Mu Chensi. Even if he still has it, how many people can he kill.

It was precisely under this idea that many people still rushed towards this small building. Of course, some people killed people, and naturally some people saved people. Of course, killing people is naturally simpler and more direct than saving people.

For a moment, the originally quiet psychedelic land became lively, and this night was naturally not calm.

It was late at night, and it was raining in the sky, and the rain curtain was like a curtain.

In the mountains and forests outside the small building, a young man stood with wind and rain, his expression was calm and cold. Not far away in front of him was a sword, three feet away from him.

The wind and rain in the sky are as old as before, and the streams along the mountain roads have flowed through the ditches and flowed everywhere.

Not far away, a middle-aged man wearing a long blue gown was walking slowly towards the mountain where the boy was. The middle-aged man's skin was a little sallow and his eyes were a little sunken, but his fingers were very long. Such hands were very suitable for holding a sword.

He was a little thin, and a sword with bamboo sheath hung around his waist.

When the middle-aged man walked into the mountains and forests, he saw the standing boy. The middle-aged man was tidying his hair on his forehead.

Then he said, "Are you waiting for me?"

The boy glanced at him, his face still calm and cold: "I'm just blocking the road here."

The middle-aged man felt a little funny after hearing this. He looked at the young man's somewhat tender face and said after a long time: "I want to go over."

The boy glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "I said I was blocking the way."

The middle-aged man looked at the boy with a hint of arrogance on his face and said, "Some roads cannot be stopped."

The boy was not continuing to speak, but just stood there silently.

The boy's silence made the middle-aged man holding an umbrella frown slightly, but he still had strong confidence in himself, so he still planned to walk into the small building not far behind the boy.

He gently put the umbrella away, carefully placed it against the tree beside him, and then walked back to his original position.

"Why do you have to come?" He didn't say anything, but the young man with a cold expression asked indifferently at this time.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Why can't you come?"

The young man said: "A person who follows the rules like you, such a business is not suitable for you. This is not showing weakness, but feeling that you can't get through this."

What is the reason for this?

The middle-aged man frowned and thought for a while and asked, "I am older than you. Even if my talent is not as talented as you, the difference between us is not something you can make up for now, so I can naturally pass today."

"Aren't you afraid that he still has a sword?" said the young man.

The middle-aged man shook his head. He naturally knew that the young man was not pointing to the sword of the person in the small building, but the sword that Bingyi sword killed the sky before. "I don't think you believe that there are many such swords, so I naturally want to give it a try. Even if he has them, how many can he have?"

"Maybe your luck is not very good."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I think my luck shouldn't be too bad."

His laughter was sincere and his words were confident, which was a double negative answer.

However, he misunderstood the boy's meaning. The boy's bad luck refers not to anything else, but to himself.

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand without hesitation, held the hilt of the sword waist with his slender fingers, and stabbed towards the young man. A bright sword light rose, and his figure seemed to be faster than the sword light, and he instantly came to the three-foot sword in front of the young man.

“What a fast speed.”

The boy looked at the middle-aged man who instantly smashed countless raindrops and stabbed him with a long sword. At the moment he sighed, the middle-aged man seemed to be about to jump over the sword three feet in front of him and stab him.

The long sword quickly cuts the air and the several sounds of raindrops, making people clearly feel the speed of the sword and the power contained therein.

However, the boy just suddenly reached out his hand. His speed was faster than that of the middle-aged man, so when the middle-aged man was about to leap over the sword three feet in front of him, his hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

A sword sound suddenly sounded in the air, and a hot breath instantly emanated. The heat intersected with the raindrops, forming countless white mists instantly. The young man drew his sword like lightning and looked forward.

The sword edge that was originally a middle-aged man who was traveling through the air in the next moment stabbed the young man's sword edge. A terrifying wave of air dissipated from the sword edges of the two. The terrifying power flew out, directly shattering several big trees around the two, and countless debris flew away.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted violently, and his skin felt a needle-like pain. After a moment, a green sound rang out from his wrist holding the sword, and a bunch of blood mist splashed out, and the bones of his hand were obviously broken.

He is not an ordinary practitioner himself, and his cultivation is naturally not bad, so he dared to come over and try his luck. However, during the conversation with the boy, he felt that he was restrained everywhere. At this time, as soon as the two sides fought, he was already very injured.

He began to feel a little uneasy. He remembered what the boy said before, maybe you wouldn't be very lucky. He originally thought the boy was talking about the terrible sword, but he didn't expect that the boy was talking about his own sword from beginning to end.

He felt that he had already looked down on the boy very high, but he didn't expect that the boy's strength at this moment was several times more terrifying than he thought!

"A sharp sword sound"!

The young man who had originally drew his sword quickly now pulled the sword sharp edge back and stabbed it out with another sword. This sword was like a dragon going out to sea, violent and rapid! The sword sharp edge pointed directly at the middle-aged head.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and a shrill roar came from his mouth. Several crystal sword lights instantly appeared in the air around him, wrapping his body and covering him.

He held his sword, watched the sword flying towards him at high speed through these sword lights, and stabbed several swords in a row.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Several explosions sounded.

More than ten sword lights that crisscrossed around him were all shattered, and the powerful force made the middle-aged man's body fly forward uncontrollably.

The boy glanced at it and took a step forward.

Just one step, it happened to be in front of the middle-aged man.

The long sword in his hand poked forward faster than him, and the bright sword edge flashed with a striking cold light.

The middle-aged man's face was pale. He knew that it had reached the critical moment of life and death. Under the pressure of the breath of death, he finally burst out with his ultimate strength. All the vitality in his body gushed out from the countless acupoints in his body.

Countless sword lights appeared in front of him, forming a dense sword net twisted towards the young man.

He is very confident, and confidence comes from strength, so he naturally has some different means to suppress himself.

The sword nets formed by countless tiny sword lights were strangled together, and the sharpness that was torn was as if overwhelming as the sky and the rain curtain was squeezed, forming a brief vacuum.

The boy's top was instantly cut into pieces by the sharp sword intent, but he didn't even blink his brows, but he just stabbed his sword forward calmly.

The bright sword body, with a captivating cold light, instantly stabbed into the center of the sword net, directly penetrated the sword net and then stabbed into the middle-aged man.

This sword was as fast as the wind and as fierce as the tiger. The fullness of the sword intent made middle-aged people respect it.

The middle-aged man was about to stab his sword, knowing that he could not dodge.

Only then did he remember that there was a sword that was rumored to be the fastest sword in the world. However, he didn't expect that the sword had found its successor and had met him. It seemed that his luck was really bad.

The bright sword edge pierced the middle-aged man's body without any accident. The terrifying power was transmitted to the middle-aged man through the sword body, instantly destroying all the vitality in his body.

The middle-aged man regretted it, but at the same time he felt that losing under such a sword was not wronged. Then his eyes slowly lost their color and completely broke all connections with the world...
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