As this man walked on the fallen leaves, he could hardly hear the crunching sound of the dead leaves, and could hardly see his feet moving.

Rather than walking over, Li Qing thought he was almost floating, like a leaf blowing in the wind.

Less than a foot away from them, the man in white robe stopped moving, and Li Qing suddenly felt a coldness as cold as hell.

The man in white robe held Bai Wu's usual mourning stick in his hand, and carried a sword on his back. His face was pale. He looked at Li Qing quietly and said coldly: "Are you Li Qing?"

Li Qing didn't seem surprised at all by their appearance. Instead, he smiled and said, "I'm Li Qing! You look a lot like one of my friends."

There was no color on the face of the man in white robe, and his face was still very cold. He said coldly: "The dead have no friends!"

"Oh!" Li Qing didn't explain any more, but just replied in a long voice.

"You want to see my master?" The man in white robe stared at Li Qing and asked.

"Yes!" Li Qing said.

"Why?" the man in white robe asked.

"Because he also wants to see me." Li Qing replied leisurely.

"Master will not see anyone alive." The man in white robe said coldly.

This man was a foot away from Li Qing, but Li Qing felt that a terrifying sword energy was coming from him. The way he carried the sword was very unique, and the hilt was actually on his right shoulder.

And his right hand holds the mourning stick, which is a taboo for sword users, because when the sword is drawn, his right hand has no chance to draw the sword.

But Li Qing smiled and rubbed his nose.

Looking at the man in white robe, he said: "There are not many people in the world who can use swords like this."

The man in white robe's eyes moved, and he looked at Li Qing carefully.

"In the past, there was a man in the world who could wield a sword with his left hand. His name was Jing Wuming." Su Hai said to Li Qing.

"His swordsmanship can defeat a person using an iron hook." Li Qing said.

"It's a pity that they are all afraid of Xiao Li's flying knife." Su Hai glanced at Li Qing.

"If a person's swordsmanship is known to others, he will definitely not do anything stupid." Li Qing said with a smile. He looked at the man in white robe, as if he wanted to see through his mind.

"What kind of thing?" Su Hai asked.

"He will never draw his sword when there is no chance of winning." Li Qing looked at the white-robed man's hand quietly.

The man in white robe stared at the sword in Li Qing's hand.

After a long time, the man in white robe said: "Do you have the fastest sword?"

"I absolutely don't believe this." Su Hai glanced at Li Qing provocatively and said.

"Actually, your skills are pretty good, but you don't have a sword in your hand." Li Qing said to Su Hai.

"I don't think I can use the sword against you." Su Hai seemed a little tired. He leaned against the door of the bamboo house with a cynical look.

"Maybe he has the same idea as you now." Li Qing held the sword in his arms, his eyes not leaving the man in white robe.

Because at this moment, Li Qing suddenly thought of many people he had met.

Especially the two evil spirits of heaven and earth who died suddenly. They were a very strange pair of brothers. They also came from the Wandie Valley and they also had different hobbies.

Especially the man in black robe who did not come over. He kept looking at me with cold eyes. He also held a mourning stick in his hand, but it was in his left hand.

There is a long black sheath sword on his back, and his fingers are naturally stretched out. Anyone who knows how to use a sword understands that the stretched fingers are to pull out the sword in the shortest possible time.

How fast can he draw his sword? Li Qing has no way of knowing, but he doesn't want himself to know at this moment, because people like this who don't want to talk are often the most terrifying opponents.

Because when a swordsman has no opponent, all he is left with is loneliness and indifference.

The more indifferent a person is, his every look and every movement cannot relax him.

Although he was far away from him, Li Qing believed that he was a formidable opponent.

Li Qing was unwilling to look down on anyone, especially everyone from Wandie Valley.

"Can your fingers really hold my sword?" the man in white robe suddenly asked.

Li Qing smiled bitterly, because he felt that these words were very familiar, but he could not promise them.

The lonely sword was slender, and he also asked himself the same question.

In Li Qing's heart, he did know that this problem was difficult, and he couldn't give it a try himself.

But Su Hai didn't think so. At this time, he was like a person who likes to watch the fun. He looked at the man in white robe and said: "Why don't you pull out your sword and give it a try? Only by pulling out your sword can you know what's going on."

What kind of result.”

The corners of the pale face and mouth moved, and the man in white robe seemed to want to move his left hand.

But a voice came from behind him, saying: "If you pull out your sword, all that will be left behind is your own body."

The man in white robe looked at Li Qing with a very unique look, but his figure suddenly retreated and floated towards the carried sarcophagus.

Li Qing saw the man in black robe walking over slowly. He threw the mourning stick in his hand into the air and fell into the hand of the man in white robe.

Without moving his eyes, he walked straight in front of Li Qing and then stopped.

"I want to try your sword." The voice of the man in black robe seemed to come from the area.

Now, the sword has not been unsheathed, but the sword energy has been.

There was a terrifying sword energy in his eyes, and his body and the sword instantly became one.

An invisible force around him rolled up the fallen leaves, and the man in black robe stood among the floating leaves. He was wearing a black robe, as if he was a ghost walking out of hell.

Li Qing saw his withered face, without any human breath.

He raised his hand slightly, but did not draw out his sword.

His fingers spread out like chicken claws, and the fallen leaves gradually gathered together to form a ball, flying in front of him.

The sword shot out instantly and left his back.

But the sword did not stab Li Qing, but instead transformed into sword flowers in the air. After a moment, the sword in his hand disappeared, leaving only dead leaves floating in the air.

The dead leaves fell to the ground. The dead leaves on the ground did not turn into pieces, but were divided into two halves by the sword energy.

Li Qing looked at the man in black robe quietly until his sword returned to his back again.

"How is my swordsmanship?" The man in black robe looked at Li Qing.

Li Qing nodded and said: "I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can master this swordsmanship."

"Including you?" the man in black robe asked.

"Yes!" Li Qing answered readily.

"You are a very honest person." The man in black robe said.

Li Qing smiled and said: "Every swordsmanship has its own highest level, just like the person who holds the sword, he will think that his swordsmanship is the highest."

"Young Master Li, can you see the flaws in my swordsmanship?" The man in black robe was a little polite.

Li Qing shook his head, but the person said: "Although your swordsmanship has no flaws, your sword cannot kill me. I am very confident about this."

The smile that the man in black robe showed just now was gone again.

He looked at Li Qing coldly, then nodded and said, "You are Young Master Li. Only the real Young Master Li can be so calm."

After speaking, his body drifted back.

When his figure reached the side of the sarcophagus, the combined sarcophagus suddenly flew up from the shoulders of the four men and floated towards Li Qing.

The sarcophagus stopped in the center of the large courtyard and stood upright in the courtyard.

"Young Master Li of the Blood Clothes Sect, Su Hai, the master of all things!" A very silent voice came from the sarcophagus.

Li Qing bowed his hands and said with a smile: "It is also an honor for Li Qing to meet you here, sir."

"I no longer care about the affairs of the world, why do you still come to me?" said the man in the sarcophagus.

"Because sir also wants to see me." Li Qing's body moved and he floated down to the sarcophagus.

His body did not make any sound, and even the fallen leaves on the ground did not move. However, he heard a sigh coming from the sarcophagus.

Then he sighed again and said: "I heard that Young Master Li is more handsome than Chu Xiang in the past. When I saw him today, it turned out to be so. His skills are indeed not simple."

"Sir, you can hear my voice in the sarcophagus, and Li Qing is very impressed." Li Qing said loudly.

"When did you realize that he was just a stand-in for me?" the man in the sarcophagus suddenly asked.

"No matter how strong Fang Zhen's swordsmanship is, if he encounters a living dead, he can break the sword of the leader of the Tian Gang with a short sword. He will not die like this easily." Li Qingdao.

"His skills are also pretty good," said the man in the sarcophagus.

"When the blind man met you, his expression told me that he was no match for you, but Fang Zhen could actually kill this man with just one move." Li Qingdao.

"I know I can't hide it from Young Master Li, so I'm here." The man in the sarcophagus let out a long sigh.

The lid of the sarcophagus opened with a bang, and Li Qing saw the person inside. This person was wearing a gray robe, and his hair was draped over his shoulders.

The man walked towards Li Qing, his right arm was empty, and his sleeves were vertically facing the ground.

The man who came out looked very similar to the dead living dead, but he showed something strange.
To be continued...