Chapter 132: Sword to Shake Kunlun

The light rain that had been raining for a long time finally started to stop slightly. Su Muyu raised his head slightly, gently rotating the umbrella handle with his hand, and scattered the remaining drops of water on the ground.
Tick ​​tick tick, water droplets hit the bluestone board, making a crisp sound. Su Muyu put down the umbrella, her expression indifferent.
Sitting in the pavilion, Xie Qidao smiled and said, "You and Li Hanyi have fought side by side before, and now draw their swords to face each other. Even if it is you, it feels uncomfortable."
Su Muyu didn't answer, just looked up at the figure that was getting closer and closer, muttering: "Ji Ting is bleak and has few old people, where can I go up and return."
Xie Qidao picked up the jug beside him, raised his head and took a sip, then poured the rest of the wine in the jug on the body of the sword, and he quietly took it on: "Today I will be with Fangju wine for the time being. Chaoying made a broken fly." The wine was spilled on the blade, bright and dazzling. Xie Qidao lifted the long knife and walked outside the long pavilion step by step.
"May I have such a good sword and a good sword to send me when I die." Xie Qidao is already an old man, but his soaring muscles when holding the knife and the ferocious eyes still look like a young man. devil.
Xueyue Jianxian, ranked among the top five sword immortals, the second city lord of Xueyue City, the first city of the rivers and lakes, the daughter of Li Xinyue, the descendant of the sword tomb, and the daughter of Leimeng Killing of Beili Bazhu Kingdom. Every title is terrific, but in the eyes of the Patriarch of Anhe Xie, she is already a dead person.
"Mu Yu, last time I asked you young people to let you do it first. This time, our old man should come first!" Xie Qidao suddenly raised his long sword. Knife. It's time for the world to see their ignorance."
Su Muyu didn't speak, but took a step back slightly.
Xie Qidao stepped forward abruptly, swiping the long sword in his hand, and was about to swing it out.
When Li Hanyi, dressed in white, reached a distance of less than 100 meters in front of them, he finally pulled out the long sword Iron Horse Binghe at his waist.
"Since Dark River really wants to force Xueyue City to such a field."
"Then, please, go to death!"
Li Hanyi lifted the sword, the coldness on the sword skyrocketed.
Shake Kunlun with one sword!
The whole mountainside was howling the cold wind instantly, and that small pavilion was instantly stained with a layer of frost, and at the same time it was crumbling and almost collapsed.
"What an iron horse ice river!" Xie Qidao picked up a long knife and slammed against Li Hanyi's sword.
The reason why Xie Qidao was named Qidao was because of killing people, and at most only seven swords were used. After seven swords, the person in front of him becomes a dead soul.
He used the first knife and collided with Li Hanyi's sword. The blade trembled, Li Hanyi took three steps back, and he took six steps back.
He swung a second sword again, and the power of the sword skyrocketed, and Li Hanyi repelled three steps. He stood with the sword in his hand, unmoving every inch.
He slashed down for the third time, the sword was domineering, and Li Hanyi also made a sword, like an iron horse stepping through the wasteland, the swords collided, and the pavilion behind him collapsed instantly.
Su Muyu walked to the side in silence, touching his fingers lightly on the umbrella handle, frowning and watching the duel between the two, as if thinking about something.
Xie Qidao finally swung his fourth, fifth, sixth!
The three swords went out in a row, and the momentum was overwhelming, instantly driving Li Hanyi to despair. However, only with a desperate situation can one overlook Kunlun! Li Hanyi once cut through the clouds covering the sky with a sword on Kunlun, so that the thousand-year-old snow mountain can see the sun. Her sword is the strongest when it is in desperation!
Take another sword and shake Kunlun!
Ding sound.
Tie Ma Binghe collided with Xie Qidao's long knife, and Xie Qidao felt that his whole person was immersed in the cold for an instant, and a chill was transmitted from the blade to the handle, directly attacking his body from the handle. He felt his entire hand numb, so he had to draw his knife, retreat sharply, and withdrew ten steps away.
He exhausted his last strength before trying to ensure that the knife in his hand would not escape. Xie Qidao just smiled freely and easily: "I seem to have only the last cut left. If you are not dead after this cut, I will change my name."
"You don't have to change your name." Li Hanyi said coldly, "because you died today."
"Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, you seem to be a bit too arrogant." Xie Qidao sneered, his hand trembled suddenly, a rush of heat evacuated from his palm, his hand slowly recovered consciousness, and he used the sword hard Grip tightly, "I have one more knife, my last knife, kill God."
"Uncle Xie." Su Muyu suddenly took a step forward, and this step blocked Li Hanyi's path.
Xie Qidao sighed and put away the knife: "It's been a long time since I had such a hearty battle. For a while, I remembered that when I was a teenager, I wanted to fight against others."
"The killer has no victory, only life and death." Su Muyu said softly.
"It is also a shame to let a young student say such a thing in front of him." Xie Qidao inserted the knife into the soil in front of him, suddenly closing his eyes and paying attention. This is the unique mental method of the Xie family who practiced martial arts and swords, and it was called "holding momentum". He will begin to accumulate all his strength at this moment until the moment he draws the sword.
Come like a ghost!
"Umbrella ghost." Li Hanyi looked at Su Muyu coldly.
Su Muyu lowered his head: "Second City Lord."
"You are still the same, people always say that I am a person with a cool personality, but you are. Sometimes I am really curious, what happened to you, why you are such a feelingless person Where's the person?" Li Hanyi said while looking at Su Muyu.
Su Muyu looked down at the puddle under her feet, and suddenly shook her head: "I naturally remember the feelings of being side by side back then. However, there are some things that I can't decide."
"If it was the right decision to send people from the Dark River to fight against the Demon Cult with the Central Plains Wulin in the past, the decision now made is really stupid." Li Hanyi frowned, "That guy Su Changhe must be crazy. When I saw him once, I felt that his ambition would ruin himself one day."
The three figures also fell behind Li Hanyi at this time, with a black scarf covering their faces, and their eyes revealed a bit of gloom.
"Anhe, and Tang Sect. Such a combination is really rare." Li Hanyi sneered.
"You can see it?" An old voice sounded behind him.
"The third elders of Tang Sect, Tang Yin, Tang Crack, and Tang Yueluo. Except for Mrs. Tang, the only three remaining old people of the Tang Sect generation are going to die here today, which is a pity." Li Hanyi sighed lightly. Screamed.
The three old people took off the face towels on their faces, revealing gray hair. The headed old man Tang Yin sneered and said, "Li Hanyi, what you said is arrogant."
"Arrogant?" Li Hanyi raised his sword and laughed loudly. "It's just the two Patriarchs of the mere dark river and the three elders of Tangmen."
"Kill it!"