Jianyan couldn't help but take a step back, An Xixia took a step forward, and then said slowly: "Stop, An Xixia, if you don't stop, don't blame me for being polite to you."
"Very good, then I want to see how you can be rude to me!" An Xixia's eyes were as cold as ice, and her voice was extremely calm, with layers of murderous intent in it.
Seeing her like this, Jianyan felt a little scared after all. He gritted his teeth and said, "An Xixia, I am your senior brother!"
"Are you my senior brother?" An Xixia sneered: "Jianyan, do you think of me as your junior sister in your heart one day?"
The sword in An Xixia's hand advanced again, and a long blood mark immediately appeared on Jian Yan's neck.
The murderous intent on An Xixia's body was so strong that Jian Yan couldn't help but tremble slightly and said: "Little junior sister, don't act recklessly. If you have anything to say, please speak up!"
"Do you have something to say?" An Xixia glanced at Jianyan and said, "When the second senior brother bullied me in the past, why didn't he have anything to say? Who fabricated an unfounded accusation and threw me into the stone chamber?
Who tried every possible means to take my life back then?"
"Those are not my ideas, they are Third Junior Sister's. Those things have nothing to do with me at all." Jian Yan's voice was trembling.
An Xixia's eyes moved slightly. She looked down on Jian Yan's behavior from the bottom of her heart. She would blame everything on others when something happened, but Ding Zi was indeed not a good bird.
An Xixia immediately said slowly: "Yes, so the second senior brother must also be deeply condemned by his conscience. That's good. I'll give you a chance. Go and kill Ding Zi now, and I will let him go."
A way out for you!"
Jian Yan said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, little junior sister, put down the sword first. It's not good if you accidentally injure yourself."
An Xixia's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she slowly drew back the Sky Sword.
The moment An Xixia withdrew the sword from his hand, Jian Yan quickly pulled out another sword from behind his waist and stabbed An Xixia fiercely.
An Xixia knew long ago that he would definitely not give up, but she didn't expect that he would be so shameless. She swung the sword in her hand and made a sticky spell directly against Jian Yan's sword.
Jian Yan only felt a strong force coming towards him. He was startled and hurriedly withdrew his sword, but it was already too late. The sword in An Xixia's hand had already cut straight into his hand against his blade.
As the second disciple of the Qing Jian Sect, Jian Yan also had two brushes, so he immediately changed his sword and stabbed directly.
Anxi Xia had only learned the sword for one day, and she was not very familiar with the sword moves, but she still had fighting skills. Her eyes moved slightly, she withdrew the sword move, changed it from stabbing to cutting, then tilted the sword edge, and directly slashed the sword.
Yan's waistband was cut off.
As soon as the waistband of his trousers was loosened, Jianyan felt a chill on his buttocks. When he looked down, he saw that his trousers had fallen to the ground.
Jianyan hurriedly reached out to pull up his trousers, and the sword flower in Anxixia's hand was twisted. Jianyan was so aware that he tried to dodge, but it was too late, and the long sword in Anxixia's hand had already stabbed his buttocks.
Jianyan screamed, and An Xixia moved his wrist slightly and stabbed a flower on his butt.
Jianyan felt that this was a great shame and humiliation, and he was extremely angry. He really couldn't understand how a well-known waste could suddenly become so powerful.