Murong Qiudi looked at Xie Xiaofeng and saw that he remained silent, so she smiled and said: "And I can see that you are very nervous. You have never been so nervous.
I have always understood you very well, and only fear can make you nervous. But this is not a case of cowardice, you are really scared."
Xie Xiaofeng sighed: "What am I afraid of?"
Murong Qiudi turned around, and the moonlight shrouded her body like a veil. The hazy feeling that emerged was extremely beautiful and extremely tempting.
"You are afraid of being defeated by someone else's sword."
Then there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Because the third young master of Shenjian Villa can never be defeated."
She came over, hugged Xie Xiaofeng's neck, half hung on his body, and got closer to him little by little.
"I just don't know if you are afraid of Xu Yin having more swords or Yan Shisan having more swords?"
Xie Xiaofeng gently pushed Murong Qiudi away and said: "The third young master of Shenjian Villa will not lose, he will only die."
Murong Qiudi said: "I will not let you die at the hands of others. Xu Yin and Yan Shisan are both the top swordsmen in the world. Their duel must be exciting, but after the duel, I believe that the winner will be
People will no longer have any spare energy, so they will not win, but I will win."
Xie Xiaofeng said coldly: "Now I know, no matter who wins in the end, they will not die at your hands."
Murong Qiudi touched the wound on his body. The wound had been closed, but it was still painful when touched.
Xie Xiaofeng's eyebrows were not furrowed at all, and he only heard Murong Qiudi say: "You can't protect them, because our son is also here. Do you know his name?"
"You even want to use our son?"
"Haha, his name is Xie Xiaodi. You see, his name includes you and me. We will never be separated.
He already knows that you are his father, and he also understands that whoever wins in the end, Xu Yin or Yan Shisan, will definitely challenge you.
And there is no way you will not fight. Although our son has never seen his father since he was a child, he respects you as a father. I really don’t know why he has grown to admire you so much after you have only been in contact for a short period of time."
After saying this, Murong Qiudi showed a sarcastic smile.
"So he absolutely doesn't want to see his father die at the hands of other swordsmen. He will definitely kill the winner of the two men. So will you fight with your son then?"
Xie Xiaofeng let out a long breath and said: "Qiudi, you have never changed. You have always been so self-centered and competitive. I will not hurt Xiaodi this time, let alone let you hurt them both.
indivual."
Xie Xiaofeng put on his clothes and stepped into the moonlight.
Murong Qiudi flew out and asked: "Where are you going?"
"Go back to Shenjian Villa, see my father, and get back my sword, the best sword in the world!"
Murong Qiudi shouted angrily, "Stop him!"
Countless black-clad assassins came out of the shadows. They were silent and silent. They only silently carried out Tianzun's instructions and stopped Xie Xiaofeng!
Xie Xiaofeng didn't have a sword in his hand, but to deal with these opponents who were more than one level behind, he didn't need a sword.
There were corpses left on the ground by the river. They were silent when they took action, and they were silent when they died.
Murong Qiudi looked at all this coldly, and she suddenly smiled, because she felt that Xie Xiaofeng had become the sword god again, the sword god she had always admired infinitely.
…
In the courtyard of Xinghua Village Inn, Yan Shisan was holding a knife and a four-foot-long wooden stick in his hand, and his knife was whittling the wooden stick.
After a while, the wooden stick was whittled into the shape of a sword. The four-foot-long wooden stick was whittled into a three-foot-seven-inch sword, with a sword and a sword blade.
He stroked the blade of the sword gently, and the light flashed on his face, with a strange expression on his face.
No one can tell whether it is excitement, sadness, or emotion. But if you see his eyes, you will see that he is just missing it.
Missing the past years that were full of joy and excitement, but also full of pain and sorrow. He held the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly.
The tip of the sword was hanging down, but his rickety body suddenly straightened up. He had stood up completely. At this moment, his whole person changed.
This change is like a sharp sword in a worn leather sheath that is suddenly pulled out and shines with light.
The same goes for his person. At this moment, his person seemed to glow. This light made him suddenly become alive, making him look at least twenty years younger.
He stared at the sword in his hand and stabbed it out with a slight flutter.
The sword was made of peach wood, dark and clumsy. But when the sword was thrust out, the sword seemed to change, becoming radiant and alive.
He has injected the power of his life into this wooden sword.
The Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords were wielded in his hands. They were different from Tie Kaicheng's Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords. They had more soul and momentum than his.
That was different from Xu Yin's Thirteen Deadly Swords. It was more lonely and more murderous than his.
The sword technique was originally flowing with light clouds, just like river water, but after the thirteen swords were thrust out, all changes seemed to have been exhausted, and it was like the flowing water had reached its end.
Therefore, the power of his sword became slower. It seemed to be the same as what Xu Yin had used on the boat before. If he wanted to destroy everything, he must first accumulate his power.
Slowness is to build momentum, to condense the endless sword intent from the thirteen swords in front!
Then he thrust out his fourteenth sword.
Everything that seemed silent and covered with murderous aura seemed to boil instantly, and even the starry sky seemed to be roaring!
This sword is not a calm sword, it is full of fiery enthusiasm. It is the poetry of a man who has devoted his whole life to the sword and dedicated his life to it.
The end of this sword is like boiling water returning to calm, and the roaring volcano falling silent, as if everything is over.
But is tranquility the end?
Obviously not, the peaceful end, death is the end of everything.
So the sword trembled again, which had exceeded the lifelong cultivation of the sword holder. Its hum represented bloodthirst, because the sword was a sharp weapon for killing people. When it woke up, it would naturally complete what it was supposed to do.
Fate!
It's a pity that what makes it up is just a wooden sword made of peach wood, which accommodates its sword intention but cannot fulfill its destiny.
"Snapped"
The wooden sword was first broken into two halves, and after it fell to the ground, it shattered like porcelain falling!
Yan Shisan was stunned on the spot, his body was trembling, he didn't know whether it was shock, joy or fear.
At this time, the door to the inn's courtyard was pushed open, and shopkeeper Xie walked in.
"The third young master has gone home."
Yan Shisan said: "He hasn't been home for many years. He should have gone to see his father and tell him that his only son has not really died yet."