Xue Po has lived for so many years, but he has never seen someone who has just learned swordsmanship chop down so many trees with one move.
He felt a little proud, and all his previous dissatisfaction with her was forgotten, and he secretly felt that he had followed the right person.
When An Xixia returned to Qingjianmen, all her things were thrown out of the room.
Her eyes narrowed, full of mockery. Ye Youran had only been gone for a day, and they were bullying her in every possible way. She deeply felt that Qingjianmen was just a scum concentration camp, and there was no need for her to stay here anymore.
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It’s just that she feels that even if she wants to leave, she will never leave like this. She must get what belongs to her back before she leaves!
Jianyan walked out from the corner, gave An Xixia a cold look and said, "You can't live here, go back to the woodshed!"
An Xixia sneered and said: "Second senior brother is really not the ordinary one who just follows the wind! When Ye Youran is here, why don't you let me go back to the woodshed?"
Jianyan raised his chin slightly and said in an extremely disdainful tone: "Master Ye is just blindfolded by you. If he comes again, I will definitely expose your true face in front of him."
The coldness in An Xixia's eyes became even stronger. She looked at Jianyan and said, "My true face? Could it be that the affair between you and Third Senior Sister was discovered by King Qin, and then King Qin left in anger?"
"Sure enough, it's you!" Jian Yan said with anger in his eyes: "An Xixia, how can a girl like you be so shameless! You actually draw such shameful things!"
"It turns out that the second senior brother also thinks that the matter between you and the third senior sister is shameful!" An Xixia said with a smile: "I thought you guys were having a great time hooking up! The red mole on the second senior brother's buttocks is not an ordinary ghost!"
Jian Yan immediately pulled out his sword and thrust it towards An Xixia. An Xixia snorted coldly and immediately pulled out the Cangqiong Sword. He then raised the sword very sharply, and Jian Yan's sword just hit him.
, with a "dang" sound, the Sky Sword immediately cut the long sword into two pieces.
An Xixia swung the long sword in his hand and pierced Jian Yan's face. Jian Yan wanted to retreat, but found that his retreat had been blocked by An Xixia. He had no way to retreat and could only watch helplessly.
Holding the sword in her hand to his neck.
She came down so fast and sharply, how could Jian Yan have expected that a loser like An Xixia would be able to use such a clever sword move!
Such a sword move can only be mastered by those who have practiced sword fighting for several years.
If he knew that Anxi Xia had practiced swordplay for only one day, he would probably be so surprised that his eyes would pop out.
Jianyan was already a fourth-level swordsman, but he was restrained by the rumored waste with one move. He was so embarrassed that he almost vomited blood.
"Why do you, a loser, know how to use a sword?" Jian Yan said in horror, thinking that this was the weirdest thing in the world.
How could the legendary useless swordsmanship be so brilliant!
An Xixia sneered and said: "Who stipulates that trash cannot use a sword? Today, I will show you how powerful a trash can be with a sword!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed the sword in her hand toward Jianyan's neck.
Although the sword in An Xixia's hand looked very shabby, Jian Yan felt the cold air coming from the sword. The sword was only a little closer, and the sharp sword air seemed to cut off his neck.