Of course, he had never seen many masters, so when he saw his father dancing with a sword, he felt that he was very powerful.
In the yard, the guests from the south shuttled through the net intertwined by the sword energy like a broken leaf, with ease, as if they were playing, and their expressions were very relaxed. However, Lao Wu and Si Ye were very strenuous, and they were not injured, but
It would have been easy for the visitors from the south to get them hurt, but he didn't. It was as if he was playing a cat-and-mouse game, asking them to try their best, but they couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes.
The archers didn't dare to fire any more arrows. In the melee, once the arrows were fired, they would hurt one of their own. Therefore, all the archers also joined the battle circle. This situation of more and less, compared with the previous dealing with assassins and killers,
The ease is so different.
When everyone was struggling, they heard a loud roar from a guest from the south. He flew into the house, took tung oil and put it on his hands. He sacrificed a flint from somewhere, luckily hit the flame palm, and then quickly retreated, letting
The ring of fire advanced all the way, and the siege was immediately defeated.
This scene made everyone involved in the melee dumbfounded. Some of them were burned by the fire, and they quickly retreated and rolled on the ground. Xu Yi's eyebrows were burned, and his hair was also burned, and he buried his head in the sand in the yard and rolled around.
, how embarrassed you want to be.
"Do you want to fight again? If we fight again, the Prince of Chu's Mansion will be burned down!" The Nanbian guest had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes suddenly shone with arrogance and arrogance. This was the only time after he entered the palace, apart from being humble, that he
He showed other expressions, but it seemed as if this was his true face.
Although Yu Wenhao was not burned by the fire, his heart went crazy when he saw the ring of fire that rose up for no reason. He looked at the fourth master, who said in a deep voice: "Flame Palm!"
Everyone stopped. Yu Wenhao stepped forward with his sword in hand, already very embarrassed, "Are you determined to take my head?"
The guest from the south looked at him and said, "I never said that you guys came up to beat me in a swarm. I saw it was fun, so I played with you. I haven't done anything for many years. If my wife finds out, I'm afraid she will scold me."
I’ll have a meal.”
Everyone looks at each other, are you afraid of your wife? Is this the true face of the peerless sword demon?
The fourth master hesitated for a moment and asked, "Didn't you say you came here to get a million taels of gold? You are a southerner, a sword demon, right?"
A trace of doubt appeared in the eyes of the visitor from the south, "Yes, I am a visitor from the south, but who is the sword demon?"
Yu Wenhao and Fourth Master's expressions changed slightly, and they couldn't help asking in unison: "Are you not a sword demon?"
"He's not, I am!" A voice suddenly sounded on the wall. When everyone heard the words, they looked over in horror. They saw an old man in green clothes who didn't know when he came to the wall. He was carrying a sword.
, the sword was not sheathed, revealing the sharp blade. There was a cold light on the blade, and there was a smell of blood. The old man's face was calm, and he did not show any hostility, but it made people...
For no apparent reason, I felt an aura of Xiao Sha coming from his body.
Everyone drew their swords and pointed them at him, all on guard.
The old man in green shirt, that is, the sword demon from the south, glanced at the old man, but it fell on the old man and asked: "Why is your Majesty wearing a mask?"
When the Fourth Master heard this, he quickly glanced at the old man. Looking carefully, he could not find that he was disguised.
The two looked at each other in the distance and saw the old man smiling slightly, "Your eyes are quite vicious."
He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and rough features. He was not old, he looked to be around thirty, and his eyebrows were particularly thick and black. It was completely unbelievable that this was the humble and polite old man just now. He said:
"My name is Qihuo, not Sword Demon, nor Nanbianke."
The sword demon said: "I have been using the sword for a long time, and my observation ability is different from ordinary people. Your disguise is indeed very detailed, but your eyebrows are too thick and black to cover them up."