Chapter 338: Red today

"I have a master named Xie Qidao, because whenever he kills, he only uses seven knives." Xie Jiucheng's knife flipped abruptly and tore open the sleeves of Dugu's lonely sleeve. "I'm not as good as the master, but I want to learn. Master. I give you the opportunity of seven swords. After the seven swords, if you are not dead, I will give in."
"Go to hell!" Hu Dan raised the knife again in desperation, and pierced Xie Jiucheng's eyes. No matter how well a person has practiced outsider's skills, his eyes will never be invulnerable!
"Very smart, I'll give you the second knife!" Xie Jiucheng withdrew slightly, and the second knife slammed down.
All of Hu Dan's courage collapsed at that moment. He had never seen such a domineering sword strength. When Xie Jiucheng raised the knife, he seemed to have seen the picture of his head rolling down. When his legs became weak, he almost fell to his knees.
"Hu Dan!" With an angry shout, Hu Dan suddenly came back to his senses, only to see Dugu walking through Xie Jiucheng alone, grabbing Hu Dan's sleeves, and suddenly backing away. His sleeves danced wildly, once again curling up Xie Jiucheng's long knife.
"The third cut!"
"Fourth knife!"
Dugu's lonely sleeves were shattered, and the fragments were flying around, pulling the nuts back and forth. Xie Jiucheng slammed the knife and stood upright, then slowly raised the knife to block the back of his head.
A feather arrow hit the blade, and instantly the whole one was split in half. Xie Jiucheng turned around and swung his feather arrow to the ground: "The fifth sword."
Wu Dadai put down the bow and arrow, his hands trembled slightly.
This is the killing game they arranged. Whether it's a fool or a lonely one, it is an introduction, and the five dullness hiding in the eaves is the final killer. She is good at the art of bow and arrow, and can still shoot through the eyes of others after a hundred steps, but facing a master who can kill nine ways with a single knife, her bow and arrow have no chance. So Hu Dan and Dugu Lonely created this opportunity for her. When Xie Jiucheng had the upper hand and pressed on every step of the way, thinking that they could not fight back, it was their only chance.
However, the real killer will never relax for a moment.
Xie Jiucheng raised his head, looked at Wu Dadao who was standing on the eaves, and smiled lightly: "You look down on me too much."
With a mild smile, but Wu Daidai felt like he had been struck by lightning, and remained motionless in place.
"Run!" Dugu shouted lonely.
But Wu Dang's legs kept trembling, she resented her fear, she raised her bow and arrow with difficulty: "I want to... kill you! Revenge for Brother Nine!"
"The sixth knife, I'm here for you." Xie Jiucheng leaped forward and swept up the eaves.
Dugu Lonely hurriedly tried to chase him, but felt a tingling pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he realized that he was already bloody.
"Brother Nine!" Wudai roared, and suddenly raised his bow and arrow, drew the arrow with his left hand, and tightened the bowstring with his right hand.
A feather arrow broke through the air again.
Xie Jiucheng slashed again and cut the feather arrow with ease, but the sword's momentum still didn't stop, and he was about to leave in a daze.
In the face of absolute power, the courage brought about by spirit cannot change anything.
But Xie Jiucheng suddenly stopped.
Can retire immediately!
One back!
Back again!
Because there is a sword coming from the west.
Come in a red dress!
A sword to thank all the swords in the old city.
Lei Wujie appeared above the eaves and patted his dazed shoulder: "Don't be afraid."
"Brother Thunder." Dugu was lonely, no wonder he felt that someone had been following them secretly these few days.
Lei Wujie smiled and leaped to their side: "Xiao Se said that the Four Young Masters of Apocalypse value love and righteousness, and he will not just sit back and watch. Sure enough, he was right."
"Love and justice? You can't even avenge your brother's revenge?" Dugu smiled bitterly.
"If it were not for us to enter the Apocalypse, Dark River would not follow. If it weren't for Brother Nine to help us check the news, they would not be followed. In other words, this matter has nothing to do with us." Lei Wujie Shaking his head, "We should repay this enmity."
Xie Jiucheng looked at the sword in Lei Wujie's hand and said solemnly: "Good sword, good swordsmanship."
Lei Wujie turned his head to look at him: "My name is Lei Wujie."
"I heard this name. But you are stronger than Su Muyu. You are very young. It's great to have such a kung fu." Xie Jiucheng nodded.
Lei Wujie had an amazing talent since he was a child. When he entered the arena at the age of seventeen, he was already a leader in the young masters of Lei Jiabao, but at that time he was still at the same level as the King Kong Realm. Until he stepped into the rivers and lakes and entered Xueyue City only three months later, he entered the Vajra mortal realm, and then experienced a fight, entered the sword heart mound to obtain the sword heart art, and entered the free realm. After that, after going out to sea and retreating, he steadily stepped into the happy world.
Now this red dress, although the smile has not changed, it is indeed not the boy who was always beaten despite the passion of blood.
Today, as Xie Jiucheng said, he is very young, but very great. Many martial arts masters could not achieve such an achievement in their entire life. And Lei Wujie was only eighteen years old.
Lei Wujie put away his usual smile at Xie Jiucheng who praised him, and said coldly: "You said your master is Xie Qidao."
"Yes. He was killed by your companion." Xie Jiucheng nodded, "My master's sword technique is before me, but he is old after all."
"I have always regretted that if I were stronger, I didn't need him to act." Lei Wujie looked at the sword in his hand, "Jiuye is a good person, you shouldn't kill him."
Xie Jiucheng smiled and said, "In my heart, my master Xie Qidao is also a good person."
"Xiao Se is right. The reason why Dark River is terrible is because they live in their own laws." Lei Wujie raised his sword and whispered, "Into Jianxin."
Jianxin Jue.
The heart and the sword merge into one. When the heart moves, the sword rises. Li Xinyue had raised the sword for seven days, defeating dozens of masters outside the house with a single sword, and approaching the emperor, even facing the joint efforts of the five great supervisors.
Jiujiu Dao joked with Lei Wujie and said: "It is always said in storytelling that there is no sword in your hand and a sword in your heart is the highest state of using a sword. Is that true?"
Lei Wujie shook his head helplessly: "If you don't have a sword in your hand, it's a lie to have a sword in your heart. If you don't have a sword in your hand, the other party has a sword, and the other party will cut you with a knife. If you have a sword in your heart, you will be hacked to death. Look at the Kunlun Sword Fairy, the number one swordsman in the world, claiming that swordsmanship is the number one sword in the ages, and there are not only swords, but also two handles."
Jiujiu Dao looked disappointed: "Isn't there anything reliable in storytelling? They all say that that is the highest state. If I still do it, you will fall. Then what is the heart sword?"
Lei Wujie thought for a while: "I'm not quite clear. I have the opportunity to let you see it with your own eyes."
"Look up! Jiuye!" Lei Wujie drew his sword and roared, "This is Jianxin Jue!"