Lu Sheng did not answer, because Xie Jianhao was already a dead person in his eyes at this moment.

Xie Jianhao was still holding his sword like a stick, and the sword seemed to be pulled out inch by an invisible hand. The cold light of the sword body flashed, and the cold sword intent rushed towards him.

The sword in Lu Sheng's hand suddenly trembled violently. Perhaps because he was unwilling to accept the other party's provocation, he actually broke free from Lu Sheng's hand and stabbed into the soil under his feet until the entire scabbard was buried in the soil.

The palms spread out, and a crisp sound like a dragon's roar was heard.

The Han Iron Sword jumped out of the scabbard and fell into Lu Sheng's hand. In an instant, the essential change of Lu Sheng's temperament took place.

If Lu Sheng, whose sword has not been unsheathed, is Gongzi Ruyu. Then Lu Sheng, whose sword has been unsheathed, is the autumn leaves.

If a poet passes by at this moment, he may suddenly feel when he sees Lu Sheng's back, revealing a sentence that leaves endless fallen trees...

The Thirteen Death-Saving Swords are the sword of killing Tao, but they are not the sword of bloodthirsty. Killing Tao is like autumn, where leaves fallen leaves and flourish, and weeds and yellow sand.

At this moment, Lu Sheng is a person with a story in Xie Jianhao's eyes. The loneliness and bleakness in his eyes are full of vicissitudes. And every famous master must have a life full of stories and legends.

Xie Jianhao smiled, and the sword in his hand seemed to have receded away, and the sword body peeled off inch by inch, revealing the truly gorgeous sword body wrapped in the sword body.

The sword is full of stars, as stunning as countless broken diamonds embedded in it.

"Star pattern iron..." Lu Sheng whispered, looking at Xie Junhao's eyes, but a trace of pity flashed through him.

Yan Yanan looked at the two young faces in front of him quietly. He was in his twenties, but he was extremely charming and spiritual pillars, breaking through the sky.

These two people will definitely become the mainstay of the martial arts world in China in the future, but now, Yan Yanan wants to completely destroy them.

Yan Shengyan’s sword is a demon sword, and it is bright red all over, as if soaked in blood.

This knife has a legendary name, Muramasa!

Yanan Yan is fully qualified to have a star-patterned magic weapon like Xie Jianhao. However, what he loves the most is this legendary demon sword.

"Is Jiannan dead?"

Yan Yanan shouldn't ask this sentence. On the eve of the decisive battle, he could not shake his mind. He needed to freeze his heart and abandon his life behind his head.

Because Japan's martial arts emphasize killing with one blow, life and death may be between breathing. Therefore, during the decisive battle, not only must we ensure that our body is at its peak, but even breathing and mood must be extremely quiet.

However, he still asked.

Because Yayoi Kennan was his son, his only son. Even if his son must have died, he still couldn't help asking.

"Die!" Gai Ying replied coldly, without any hesitation or tactfulness. The two words were so straightforward.

Although I had already known in my heart that Jiannan of Yasuo, who stayed in the Tuyin Sect, would undoubtedly die. But when I heard the answer, Yanan Yasuo found that he was not as capable as he thought.

The knife held in front of him trembled slightly.

"You killed?"

"No!" Gai Ying was very honest.

Lu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Yao Sheng Jiannan... died so miserable... he was killed by us.

When we died, we were like a dog, and we were lying on the ground and begging us to let him go. But you also know that we were never ruthless towards Japanese pirates, so we cut him into meat paste with one knife..."

Yanyu Yan's knife trembled violently. But his face was very calm and there was no sign of anger.

Lu Jian knew that his words had worked. Even if Yan Yanan's face was calm, his breathing was already messy.

"Then...you all go to die!"

A sword light turned into a chasm and fell, as if it was about to divide the earth into two.

"boom--"

The endless knife energy exploded like the mottled sunlight passing through the leaves, the air waves rose and the thick smoke exploded.

Xie Jianhao's sword suddenly moved, and his entire sword body seemed to be powered up and burst into dazzling light. It was as gorgeous and charming as fireworks exploded in the air.

His sword skills are gorgeous, even gorgeous, and people can't help but fall into it. Once anyone falls into this dreamy sword skills, he will be killed silently with a smile on his face.

A surprise flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes. This was not attracted by Xie Jian's luxurious and beautiful swordsmanship, but Xie Jianhao's swordsmanship. He saw the shadow of the flying immortal from the sky.

Because Lu Sheng’s Flying Immortal in the Sky is the kind of sword technique that is as intoxicating as a dream. But Xie Jianhao’s sword is much worse than the Flying Immortal in the Sky. Although Xie Jianhao’s sword is equally gorgeous and dreamy, it does not have the sword intent of the Flying Immortal in the Sky.

I was unintentionally staying and staying, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, and I was not afraid of favors and disgraces, and I was filled with clouds rolling and unfolding outside the sky. This is the flying immortal that Ye Gucheng had learned from sitting on the top of the white clouds.

Xie Jianhao's sword is at most a dog that can't be a tiger but a dog.

But Xie Jianhao seemed to be very satisfied with his swordsmanship, and even more satisfied with Lu Sheng's expression of contemplation.

When Lu Sheng's eyes were in front of him, the peacock spread his tail. Countless clouds bloomed in his sight, Lu Sheng set out his sword.

It was as if a long rainbow penetrated the sun, and a meteor pierced into the endless clouds.

Xie Jianhao, who had just put his proud face on his face, suddenly changed his expression.

Lu Sheng's sword had not arrived, but the sword intent had already broken to the tip of his eyebrows. The sword was so fast that Xie Jianhao had no time to change his moves and could only retreat suddenly.

His figure seemed to be pressed down and put backwards. He moved forward quickly in an instant, and in an instant, he had retreated as many as three feet.

Xie Jianhao's face changed, and a sting of pain came from his eyebrows. He gently stretched out his hand and wiped away the trace of blood that was winding down his eyebrows.

Almost died! Xie Jianhao thought with lingering fear.

"Who gave you the courage... to die in front of me?" Lu Sheng's eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot.

When Xie Jianhao retreated rapidly, Lu Sheng realized that it was not that Xie Jianhao's sword technique was really similar to that of Feixian in the sky, but that this guy was purely trying to die.

When Liu Qingyun and Bu Feiyan fought to the decisive battle, Xie Jianhao must have been there. Therefore, he must have seen the flying immortal from the sky falling from the sky.

The shock of that sword is still a legend.

It was also the moment of youth that allowed Lu Sheng to gain a large number of fans and won the title of Sword Saint.

But Lu Sheng did not expect that that night, in addition to capturing a large number of melons, he also captured Xie Jianhao, the Southern Sword God thirty years ago.

Lu Sheng couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

The sword just now was not Xie Jianhao's swordsmanship, but his imitation of the flying immortal from the sky.

Those with broken hands can be cured by chopping their hands, while those with broken hands can have no cure. Flying immortals outside the sky, is this a move that can be imitated? If Xie Jianhao hadn't run fast, Lu Sheng's sword could make him end with hatred!

"No... Your move is not a flying immortal from the sky...No..." Xie Jianhao's face suddenly became ferocious. The sword move was wrong, and the sword intent was wrong...

"Who told you that I can only know the immortal flying from the sky?" Lu Sheng looked at Xie Jianhao speechlessly.

While considering whether to take the opportunity to give him some, Xie Jianhao suddenly raised his head and stared at Lu Sheng with his red eyes.

"Why don't you use the flying immortal in the sky? Have you forgotten how you got your name as the Sword Saint?"

"Is this the first time you are fighting with someone? What moves do I use? What do you do with you?" Lu Sheng's words fell, and his figure suddenly shook, and he appeared in front of Xie Jianhao like a ghost.

"The first sword-"

A solemn sword exploded in an instant, as if the whole world had become gloomy.

The boundless yellow sand is flying, and the black clouds are about to fall.

The Thirteen Deadly Swords were finally presented to this world for the first time.

One sword is connected with one sword, like the pursuit of death, the target is not dead, and the sword force continues.

Facing Lu Sheng's sword of death, Xie Jianhao's sword technique finally changed. The sword danced and quickly rotated and slid in his palm. It seemed that an invisible hand was controlling the sword in his palm.

The sword light flashed, completely swallowing Xie Jianhao's figure. In the sword light, Xie Jianhao's figure suddenly became extremely hazy, as if it was twisted in space and isolated from the world.

Lu Sheng's deathly sword pierced into the sword light. This sword seemed to stab in the sword, and the sword blade was twisted strangely, as if it had been cut off.

Lu Sheng was shocked in his heart. He had indeed underestimated Xie Jianhao before. This person who was called the Southern Sword God thirty years ago.

This is also the real swordsmanship of Xie Jianhao. The sword light tear the air and even twists the space. He is clearly in front of him, but he is like a mirror and a moon.

Lu Sheng almost wiped Xie Jianhao's ears with his sword, and his body was like smoke, passing Xie Jianhao.

His body flashed instantly, and the second sword shot out without any pause. In this sword, Lu Sheng changed the target and chose a chest with a larger range.

The long sword pierced into Xie Jianhao's sword light with endless solemnity. The twisted figure was like a reflection in the water, mottled the sunlight and dispelled the reflection.

The sword penetrated from Xie Jianhao's chest, but it seemed like a shadow piercing into it. Lu Sheng passed through Xie Jianhao's body like smoke, but his heart was raised in his heart at that moment.

A qi instantly attacked Lu Sheng's back. This sword did not give Lu Sheng a chance to breathe.

However, Lu Sheng did not need to breathe. The Thirteen Deadly Swords would not give the opponent a breath or himself a breathe.

A sword is drawn behind it, and the sword is like a laser.

bite--

With a crisp sound, a ball of Mars exploded like fireworks.

Lu Sheng's figure suddenly retreated and turned into willow catkins and fell gently on the eaves above his head.

Xie Jianhao had no sword light around him, but his figure was still hazy. It was not that he had already withdrawn the sword, but that his sword was too fast and exceeded people's sight.

"Aren't you planning to use the flying immortal in the sky? This may be your last chance!" Xie Jianhao's voice was a little angry, as he looked down upon by Lu Sheng as last time.

Last time Lu Sheng said that he forgot to bring the sword, so Xie Jianhao left unwillingly. But this time, Lu Sheng brought the sword, but he was still unwilling to use that fascinating move.

His desire for that move exceeded Xie Jianhao's current mission. He wanted to see Xuanmei again in that move. Even if he died under that sword, Xie Jianhao could die with a smile.

"Have you heard of a sword technique that fell from the sky?" Lu Sheng asked lightly.

"Flying immortals from the sky?"

"Thirteen Deadly Swords!" After the words fell, Lu Sheng's figure suddenly moved down from the air.
Chapter completed!