Luo Yang, who had been moving forward, did not even look at Hsu Fengnian. His flirtatious glances were wasted on a blind person. If Luo Yang was a woman who could be judged with common sense, she would not be Luo Yang. Even Liu Songtao, who had experienced many hardships, felt somewhat puzzled. This woman clearly did not need to destroy both jade and common stone. She was too lazy to determine the winner and loser. So, did she want to directly fight to the death? Liu Songtao raised his head and laughed loudly. He actually had a joyful feeling as if he had finally met someone who understood him after a hundred years. He tore off his remaining sleeve and a second sword appeared in his hand. Perhaps it was because of the existence of the sword immortal, the devil, and the otherworldly item, but due to the resonance between heaven and man, it caused a strange phenomenon. Some snowflakes seemed to be drifting down sparsely from the sky. Hsu Fengnian raised his head and looked. It was a gloomy evening when the sky wished for snow.
Could he drink a sword without a sword?
Liu Songtao seemed to have exchanged ten years of his life for a sword.
However, compared to the first sword, this time even Hsu Fengnian suspected that the sword would weaken again. The next moment, Hsu Fengnian did not even have the time to curse. No wonder Liu Songtao's sword was slack. The tip of the sword pointed at Luo Yang at first, but when it was only a few feet away from her hand, it turned around and rushed towards him. Yuan Zuozong moved even earlier than Hsu Fengnian. He grabbed a wooden stick from the street to make a spear and ran forward in big strides. However, the flying sword was faster than thunder. Several of Hsu Fengnian's 12 swords were destroyed by Han Diaosi, but it was not difficult to build a sword formation thunder pool. Before Yuan Zuozong arrived, Liu Songtao's fast invisible sword had already broken the thunder pool that was said to be insurmountable. For a moment, the flying sword was flying randomly. Hsu Fengnian's state of mind was as calm as water. He raised his hand to shake the Kunlun Mountains. This mountain-destroying sword made Hsu Fengnian, who had almost perfect defense, slide back continuously. The chaotic sword Qi was like countless ice awls, fiercely smashing his face. The flying sword kept hitting the sword that he could not see its real body. Hsu Fengnian was still retreating. The sword that the sword immortal exchanged with ten years of his life made Hsu Fengnian suffer a lot.
Fortunately, Yuan Zuozong held the stick with both hands and simply waved it down.
A big pit appeared on the ground in front of Yuan Zuozong. There were sawdust and scraps of clothes.
His clothes and sword were destroyed. Hsu Fengnian stood still and stretched out his finger to wipe off the bloodstain caused by the ruthless Sword Qi.
Liu Songtao, who had made up his mind at the last minute to switch people to kill, was not feeling good either. He exchanged a kick with Luo Yang, but Luo Yang's figure did not retreat at all. Liu Songtao had already fallen more than ten zhang away, landing heavily on the ground. He rolled several times before slapping the ground with his palm. He swayed and floated up. Luo Yang was like a gangrene attached to the bone. Liu Songtao had just stabilized himself when her arm swept across his abdomen. His body was several feet above the ground. Without waiting for him to fly out horizontally, Luo Yang stomped on his abdomen again. The kite with a broken string was directly seven, eight zhang away. This time, Liu Songtao did not fall. His toes hovered in the air a few times like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, gently landing on the edge of the gully. One wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step after another. Luo Yang's palm pushed out during the long sweep. Liu Songtao's expression turned serious. He leaned back, dodging Luo Yang's flying sword, which had fallen into the palm of his hand at some unknown time. Luo Yang's palm turned into an elbow, often knocking Liu Songtao to the ground. With a kick, Liu Songtao directly crashed into a distant wall. When he stood up from the dust, the corner of his mouth was oozing with a ghastly black clot of blood. He smiled freely. With two fingers, he cut open his abdomen. Gripping the tip of the sword, he pulled out the treacherous flying sword that had pierced his body from behind. Liu Songtao looked at the white-haired young man with a profound mind. Indeed, I did not waste my sword strike on you. "
Liu Songtao did not look angry at all. Instead, he looked delighted. He gently tossed the translucent flying sword back to Hsu Fengnian. "It was not easy to nurture a sword embryo. Wei Cao could not be called a sword immortal. Sui Xie Gu, who was as young as you, was not vulgar. Unfortunately, I did not know if he was dead or alive. Otherwise, you could have learned the sword from him. Most people in the pugilistic world believe that there is no second place in martial arts. They are afraid of being stepped on by others and losing their integrity in their later years. However, the great swordsmen are not afraid of being overtaken by their juniors. They are only afraid that the swordsmen's legacy will deteriorate from generation to generation. Kid, what's your name? "
Hsu Fengnian asked carefully, "Sui Xie Gu. Do you like to eat swords?"
Liu Songtao smiled and nodded. "Back then, this kid said that he wanted to challenge all the strongest swordsmen in the world and eat all the best swords in the world. When I went into seclusion to practice my swordplay, it was this defeated opponent who became braver with every setback that guarded my seclusion. "
Hsu Fengnian took a deep breath. "Old Man Sui has a great enmity with me. However, he clearly distinguishes between kindness and hatred. I am indebted to him for his sword strike."
Liu Songtao waved his hand. "That's between the two of you. It has nothing to do with me."
Luo Yang glanced at Hsu Fengnian. The latter immediately fell silent.
Luo Yang flicked her finger lightly and an item flew towards Liu Songtao. The latter caught the item with a complicated expression. He asked softly, "It's you? How is that possible? "
Luo Yang was expressionless.
Liu Songtao, who had originally planned to fight to the death, sighed and flicked the item back. He had a strange expression. "So what if I see him? He won't be that person anymore."
Luo Yang's expression was still cold. "If there's nothing else, then get lost."
Liu Songtao clutched his stomach and laughed. Then, he disappeared in a flash. As he left the city and headed east, this demon who had stirred up a reign of terror a hundred years ago muttered to himself, "So there's someone more foolish than me."
Luo Yang put on a fake smile and stared at Hsu Fengnian. "Woman?"
You really hold a grudge. Why don't you say that I took Liu Songtao's sword strike for you for no reason?
Hsu Fengnian was thinking about how to escape when Luo Yang opened her mouth and said with a smile, "The Yellow River Strike. This little girl will engrave it in her heart."
Hsu Fengnian's hair stood on end when he heard the words "little girl".
Unexpectedly, the demoness Beimang lowered her head and covered her chest with her hand. She mocked herself, "Where did the heart come from?"
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