The sun set at the end of the horizon, and the vast rays of light disappeared instantly, replaced by the white and warm moonlight. At this moment, a green light flashed under the feet of the middle-aged man in white, and he jumped up more than three meters high, pointing the long sword in his hand downwards.
With a dash of grace, the moment the middle-aged man swung his sword, the ground cracked and a black shadow emerged from the ground, just in time to be hit by the sword energy of the middle-aged man in white.
The middle-aged man in white clothes stood on a tree and looked down, and saw clearly the figure emerging from the ground. The man was dressed in black robe, tall and very thin indeed. The most eye-catching thing was the evil face.
Face.
The cold voice of the man in black sounded: "I thought he was some unknown pawn, but I didn't expect to meet Jian Xiaowen, the second guardian of the Aojian Villa, the No. 1 village in Jeju City, in this barren mountain. I am honored and honored."
The middle-aged man in white croaked and smiled slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "I am not talented, it is Jian Xiaowen. Haha, now that you know it is me, who gave you the confidence to make a sneak attack?"
The sword energy just now seemed to have hurt the man in black on the ground, and the man in black's voice was a little unsteady: "Knowing that it was you, I wouldn't be so careless. Uh-huh, but from today on, the second guardian of Proud Sword Villa will be here forever.
Disappeared on this continent." The voice of the man in black was neither impatient nor impatient, with a hint of a smile. Before he finished speaking, a two-meter-long steel knife slashed hard at Jian Xiaowen.
Jian Xiaowen just blocked it with the long sword in his hand, and the two-meter-long steel knife was bounced back. "Are you telling a joke? Just you?"
At the moment when the steel knife was about to land, the man in black on the ground flashed with golden light, put his hands together and shouted "Phantom Knife Dance", shocking the world. The steel knife instantly turned into thousands of knife shadows, and flew towards the handsome man in white on the tree again.
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A hundred-year-old tree fell to the ground with a crash, splashing countless smoke and dust into the sky. The trunk of the tree was riddled with holes, making it unbearable to look at.
Half a stick of incense time ago, thousands of sword shadows, extremely fast, accurately penetrated the tree trunk where Jian Xiaowen, the second protector of Proud Sword Villa, was hiding.
Jian Xiaowen, who was concerned about his son's safety, had no intention of fighting, so Jian Xiaowen did not use his true strength. Jian Xiaowen tapped his toes, activated the demonic energy in his body, dodged and moved around, and narrowly escaped the blow. Even so.
, the flesh on his left shoulder was still scratched by the steel knife. The expression on his handsome face solidified slightly: "In such an inaccessible place, what is the identity of this person? He can perform the martial arts of gold-mining elements, Phantom Knife Dance, this person's skill should have reached
He has reached the primary level of Wuzong."
"What are you thinking about? The second protector of Aojian Villa." Before Jian Xiaowen could calm down, the man in black appeared behind him like a ghost. The mean voice was accompanied by a dagger with a cold light shining across the sword.
Xiao Wen's ears.
The hand holding the dagger did not hesitate and stabbed Jian Xiaowen straight into the side of his face.
The breeze passed by, and the white figure disappeared out of thin air. "Haha, your cultivation level is really not low. But it is your misfortune to meet me." Jian Xiaowen's voice was a little ethereal. In this dark mountain forest,
, making it more difficult to find his specific location.
The man in black stood on the spot, slowly lowering the arm holding the dagger. His hands covered by the black robe suddenly glowed with golden light, illuminating the surrounding woods for more than 20 meters. His eyes were like wild beasts, quickly searching for his prey.
"Hey, I'm on top." Jian Xiaowen actually stood up out of thin air about two meters above the man in black. The sword in his hand turned, the tip of the sword trembled, and it stabbed straight at the man in black, causing the man in black to
There is no way to dodge, there is no way to avoid it.
Blood splashed everywhere, like gorgeous flowers blooming in the dark night. The man in black with an evil face was half-kneeling on the ground, and his right arm holding the dagger was cut off by the blade and rolled to the side of the grass. The broken arm
The wound on his body was smooth and flat, with bright red blood gushing out like spring water.
The evil face of the man in black was slightly twitching. He lost one of his arms and was unable to control his balance well. He was struggling to stand up unsteadily.
The middle-aged man in white flew and landed ten meters in front of the man in black. He said with full of arrogance and domineering: "There is only one reason for your defeat - that is, my opponent is me." His arrogant words perfectly set off his domineering attitude.
, the sword-shaped embroidery on the shoulders looks so bright under the moonlight.
After adapting to the body without his right arm, the man in black finally stood up reluctantly, "You are worthy of being the second guardian of Aojian Villa. It is rare to have mastered the Aotian Sword Art to such an extent. I am afraid that your master's cultivation level is no different."
That’s it..”
"Are you praising me?" Jian Xiaowen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, shook the long sword in his hand, and the illusory sword shadow formed a sword flower, looking happy and free.
"But...is that all?" The unpleasant and mean voice of the man in black reached Jian Xiaowen's ears again.
"I said that I only used less than a third of your strength to cripple one of your arms. Do you believe it?" Jian Xiaowen was not angry at all and replied calmly.
When the man in black saw the middle-aged man in white, he knew that this middle-aged man was no ordinary person, but it was not until the fight started that he saw that the embroidery on the shoulder of the white man was the symbol of the guardian of Aojian Villa. According to legend, this second
The guardian's cultivation level is not very high, so why is the strength shown at this moment so strong? The man in black gritted his teeth and circulated the energy in his body, and once again condensed a steel knife, but this time it was stronger than the previous one.
Much wider. "Phantom Knife Dance" As the man in black shouted angrily, the steel knife turned into countless knife shadows and flew towards the white shadow.
"Aha, I don't want to play with you anymore. My son is still waiting for me to save him. Let you understand the real gap between you and me." Jian Xiaowen did not dodge this time, holding the long sword behind his back with both hands.
The element of gold was activated. "Golden Light Body Protection" saw a faint golden light emerging around his body, lingering around him and spinning around. After the sharp knife shadows came into contact with that layer of golden light, they were ejected one after another and turned into nothingness.
"Huh?" He inadvertently saw the shadows of some of the remaining knives in mid-air. Jian Xiaowen had a trace of cruelty in his eyes: "Shocked? What are you doing with the remaining pieces of scrap metal?"
Not all the sword shadows were shot. The strange behavior of the man in black made the middle-aged man in white slightly stunned. At this stunned moment, the man in black robe suddenly raised his broken right arm and struck fiercely with the five fingers of his left hand.
He inserted it hard into the wound on his right arm. The suppressed blood spurted out again, and bright red blood poured like rain on the remaining knife shadow.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the remaining twenty or so knives kept trembling, as if they were accumulating some kind of power.
"No matter what you want to do, but my patience has run out. Haha, I'm sorry, you are going to die." Jian Xiaowen was no longer in a daze, and flew towards the man in black. The speed was as fast as a white lightning, which was breathtaking.
"I have reached the ninth level of the Aotian Sword Technique. Even the masters at the peak level of the Sword Sect may not be able to reach it. Humph, let's put an end to you monster like this." The middle-aged man in white thought silently in his heart.
His eyes became sharp.
Almost at the same time that Jian Xiaowen used his instantaneous steps to sweep forward, a bloody steel knife fell from the sky. The speed was beyond normal human vision, but Jian Xiaowen's figure was faster, and the steel knives kept interlacing and inserting into the air.
Xiaowen stood in a row behind him. In an instant, Jian Xiaowen was in front of the man in black. With a move of his wrist, the tip of the sword shook and stabbed straight into the throat of the man in black.
"Whoa!" At the critical moment, the black robe fell. A girl of fourteen or fifteen years old appeared on the chest of the man in black. Her long hair and pointed chin were particularly beautiful in the moonlight. The girl kept her eyes closed, as if
In a coma.
Even Jian Xiaowen never discovered that there was a girl hidden under the broad black robe. The energy in her body flowed backwards, and the rapid pace dissipated in an instant. Even so, the purple sword tip still cut the girl's paper-blowing...
Broken skin. When he was distracted, the evil face of the man in black revealed a sinister and cunning smile.
"Ugh!!!" Jian Xiaowen's scream echoed in the dark night. The last two steel knives flashed with a strange red light at the moment Jian Xiaowen's figure paused, breaking through the "golden light body protection",
Passed through his lower abdomen from behind, penetrated his entire body, and inserted the knife head into the ground and nailed it hard to the ground, making him unable to move.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect this girl to actually save my life. You're still a bit young, Second Protector." The large black robe was once again worn by the evil and tall man, covering him from sleeping in his arms.
girl.
"Despicable!" Blood continued to flow along the steel needle, Jian Xiaowen gritted his teeth and replied while holding back the pain.
The man in black looked coldly at Jian Xiaowen, who could no longer move freely in front of him. "Despicable? How dare you say despicable? Isn't it despicable to pretend to be surprised to attract my attention? First pretend not to react in time, and then use the golden light to protect the body that has not dissipated.
It was your plan to block my phantom sword dance, divert my attention, and finally use the instant speed to bypass the girl and take my life, right? Humph, you lost because you were too confident. I didn't expect your golden light.
Will the body protector be eliminated by my phantom sword dance? Sacrifice the phantom sword, a unique skill I have practiced for many years, and no one can still be alive after I perform this martial skill."
"Who are you?" A trace of unwillingness flashed in Jian Xiaowen's eyes.
The man in black chuckled: "You haven't heard the name Dark Blood Pavilion for a long time, right?"
"The remnants of the dark world..." Jian Xiaowen, whose internal organs were injured, had some difficulty speaking.
"Let you understand clearly. Dark Blood Pavilion protector, Heartbreaker." The man in black suddenly gasped heavily. Fighting against a person of Jian Xiaowen's strength cost him a lot of energy, plus his broken right arm was bleeding all the time.
, even if the heartbroken person has a high level of cultivation, it is still a bit too much.
The steel knife penetrated the whole body, and the blood dyed the white brocade shirt red. Jian Xiaowen's injuries were worse than those of the heartbroken man. No, I can't die, I haven't led us out of the world yet.
Branch rises, my poor Chen'er has not been found yet. I can't die like this, I am not willing to do so. The strong unwillingness made Jian Xiaowen forcefully activate the power of gold and yuan in his body, and wanted to make a final fight. However, he was seriously injured.
The internal organs caused the energy in the body to become disordered and unable to be condensed. "Ah uh... uh." A large mouthful of blood spat out from Jian Xiaowen's mouth, and the thin lips were stained with a coquettish red color, desolate and unwilling.