"Yan——Chi——Xia!"

The Xiahou swordsman looked at the tall figure slowly approaching in the distance, and the aura on his body completely exploded! The aura on this martial arts practitioner exploded, and the lethality was very amazing. It was not just a feeling.

It can even affect other people's physical reactions. For example, at this moment, the owner of Xu Ji's dog meat shop was so frightened that his whole body became weak and he collapsed on the ground.

This was only a small impact on him. If he had suffered the impact head-on, he would have fainted on the spot.

Let's not talk about the military generals in ancient times who could stare people to death, but only the figures in modern history, such as Hutou Shaobao, the best in the world, Mr. Sun Lutang, who once fought with people and killed them all with one blow.

The person was stunned, and the opponent was a boxer who also practiced martial arts. Therefore, this reality is sometimes no less surprising than the story!

The Xiahou swordsman's sword intent was fully activated. Zhao Futu's scalp suddenly felt numb, the hair on his back suddenly rose, the skin on his body was tight, and all the pores on the surface were closed. When he reacted, he realized that he didn't know

When he had already grasped the hilt of the sword, he didn't even notice it from the beginning to the end. He automatically reacted with resistance completely subconsciously, and then instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword.

"What a strong sword spirit!"

Zhao Futu was secretly shocked and said to himself: "I can't see that I actually underestimated him!"

………………

At this time, a long sword was stuck on the street. The sword showed a faint golden color and was engraved with strange patterns. Zhao Futu had good eyesight, but he saw that one side was engraved with mountains, rivers and vegetation, and the other side was engraved with mountains and rivers.

Engraved with the sun, moon and stars. This pattern made Zhao Futu feel slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but think of a magical weapon in Chinese legends, which was also a legendary sword!

——Xuanyuan Sword?!

When Zhao Futu recalled the answer in his heart, his face suddenly turned pale with shock!

"Is it really the Xuanyuan Sword? No way? Isn't this too exaggerated?" Zhao Futu's face changed drastically, and the feeling in his heart was a little unclear. There was a flash of greed, but it disappeared in the end.

Without a trace.

According to legend, the Xuanyuan Sword is a golden holy sword with thousands of years of history. It was made from copper collected by the gods from Shou Mountain. The sun, moon and stars are engraved on one side of the sword, and mountains, rivers and vegetation are engraved on the other side. On the hilt, there are inscriptions on farming and livestock raising techniques.

One side describes the strategy of unifying the four seas. The gods of heaven gave this sword to Xuanyuan Huangdi to defeat Chi You. It was later passed down to Xia Yu. It contains infinite power. It is a divine sword that can kill demons and eliminate demons. It is also a symbol of the Chinese nation.

After thinking about it, Zhao Futu discovered something.

That is the golden sword that is very similar to the Xuanyuan Sword. There is nothing engraved on the hilt.

The legendary Xuanyuan Sword has the art of farming and breeding and the strategy of unifying the four seas engraved on the hilt. In other words, although this sword looks like the legendary Xuanyuan Sword, it is not the real Xuanyuan Sword.

It's just very similar in appearance. But even so, Zhao Futu can feel it. The imitation Xuanyuan Sword in Yan Chixia's hand must be a peerless sword. It may even be gold-level or above equipment.

!

Tsk tsk!

Equipment above gold level!

Just when Zhao Futu was coveting the sword that looked very similar to the Xuanyuan Sword, a tall figure walked out not far away. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes. But the aura on his body was extraordinary, and at a glance it made people feel...

Fear is not a feeling of fear, but being intimidated by the Lingran righteousness in him. At this time, Yan Chixia is not completely discouraged, and lives alone in Lanruo Temple, so at this moment, the aura on his body

It was completely different from what Zhao Futu had guessed.

At this time, Yan Chixia, although there were too many injustices in her heart, she was not sad, so much so that she felt that the relationship between people was too hypocritical. On the contrary, it was better to get along with ghosts and gods, and distinguish between black and white!

He has a very ordinary appearance, but his face has sharp angles, which has an invisible intimidation. He has a full face of beard, and his image is quite rough!

Yan Chixia walked slowly in front of Xiahou Swordsman, frowned at the corpses and blood stains on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiahou, although these people are not good people, their crimes are not worthy of death, so why bother

How about killing them all?"

The Xiahou swordsman didn't take it seriously and said coldly: "They dare to attack me, so they will naturally be prepared to die by my sword!"

"Alas. Brother Xiahou, you have so much murderous intent! I'm afraid you won't end well in the future!" Yan Chixia pulled up the replica Xuanyuan Sword on the ground and said slowly to the Xiahou swordsman in front of her.

At this time, his expression was a little desolate, and he seemed to have begun to feel that people's hearts were unpredictable and the world was dark, and he might have wanted to live in seclusion.

Yan Chixia acted in her life as she pleased with her grudges, and was straight forward. She did not have so many crooked thoughts. Naturally, she could not adapt to the officialdom, especially the officialdom of the Central Plains. For a peerless knight like him, no matter how high his martial arts skills were,

There was no way to cope with it. Sometimes everything could not be solved by force. At this time, he felt that he was not able to cope with this dark and chaotic world.

Xiahou Swordsman's face turned colder, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

This person and Yan Chixia are from the same family. Although they have different paths and personalities, they are both the kind of people who clearly love and hate each other!

Yan Chixia is a chivalrous person with a high sense of uprightness and acts openly and openly in her life. However, although the Xiahou swordsman has evil intentions, is too murderous and has too many dead souls under his sword, he is also the kind of person who has a clear distinction between love and hate.

Although the positions are different, there is also a sense of sympathy for each other. Otherwise, the Xiahou swordsman has been pestering Yan Chixia for so long, and with Yan Chixia's jealous style, she would have killed him with one sword!

The Xiahou swordsman's face was ashen, he held the hilt of his sword and said angrily: "Yan Chixia!"

"I'm here to compete with you, not to listen to your lectures! You! You! You..."

Poor Xiahou swordsman, he has a strong murderous intent, but he is not good at speaking. He is also the kind of person who practices swordsmanship with his hands rather than his mouth. How can he compare to Yan Chixia? He talked about you for a long time, but in the end he still

Mute.

Yan Chixia sheathed her sword, glanced at Xiahou Swordsman, looked lonely, and said slowly: "That's alright! Let me compete again, so that you can give up!"

"After this, I will retire to the world. Regardless of victory or defeat, please don't bother me again."

After saying that, Yan Chixia turned around and left, picked up the wine bottle at her waist, drank from it, and laughed loudly: "Come with me!"

"I'm afraid of hurting innocent people here. You and I can't let go. Let's go outside and compete!"

The two left quickly.

Zhao Futu threw down a piece of broken silver and then jumped up to follow. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!