Chapter 231: Xianyun Niu Ma Killing Knife

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Li Fansong's sword is powerful, but the middle-aged Confucian only waved his sword casually. But in an instant, Li Fansong’s sword spirit was wiped out by that wave. The middle-aged Confucian turned his right hand and swiped the peach wood sword and threw it forward. The peach wood sword passed under Li Fansong’s sleeve and led him. It flew out quickly and nailed it to a pine tree.
Everything happened in an instant, Li Fansong did not react at all, and Feixuan was also stunned. The two originally wanted to go to Wushuang City to challenge the new city lord, but they just met Li Hanyi and they barely managed to block a sword. Now facing this middle-aged Confucian scholar, he was robbed of the sword first, and then, with the power of the sixth-ranked sword in the world, he was still controlled by others with a sword. The once full of pride is not left. .
"Your Excellency, who?" Li Fansong asked.
The middle-aged Confucian raised his eyebrows: "I don't know who I am?"
Li Fansong broke free from the tree and said, "But please be famous!"
The middle-aged Confucian did not answer, but instead asked, "Then what are you hitting me for?"
Li Fansong was taken aback, Feixuan also scratched his head in embarrassment. Just now, the two were shocked by the appearance of Li Hanyi with a peach flower sword, so they became hostile to the middle-aged Confucian who interrupted them without any reason. After all, both of them were a little ashamed. Li Fansong clasped his fist and said, "Senior, the junior was reckless just now. It is inevitable that I will be emotional because of the appearance of the predecessor."
Fei Xuan also hurriedly said, "Senior please forgive me. We still need to rush to find someone. We also ask Senior to leave his name and place. We will apologize afterwards."
"Tian Ran has no thoughts, no worries, the sky is the cover, the earth is the public. My name is Xie Xuan, I have no home, I take the world as my home." The middle-aged Confucian smiled.
"Xie Xuan?" Feixuan thought the name seemed familiar.
Li Fansong was already shocked: "Xie Xuan! Xie Xuan Confucian sword fairy!"
"Low-key." Xie Xuan cleared his throat, "Reading is not arrogant and humble, and you are right. What sword immortal is not a sword immortal, I am a scholar Xie Xuan. I know you, one of you is called Li Fansong, you have Zhao Yuzhen's swordsmanship, and the other is called Feixuan. , Got Zhao Yuzhen Taoism."
Li Fansong said in surprise: "How do seniors know this?"
Xie Xuan smiled slightly: "Walking the world, knowing the world, although I have never been to Qingcheng Mountain, I haven't seen you much with your masters, but I have been with God for a long time."
"So that's it." Li Fansong said suddenly.
Feixuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he heard another meaning in the words: "Master hasn't been to Qingcheng Mountain for many years, and the predecessor said that you have never been to Qingcheng Mountain, but you said that you didn't meet much. Could it be..."
"Mr. Xie has seen my master!" Li Fansong also reacted.
Xie Xuan nodded slightly: "Yes. The moment Brother Zhao passed away, I was by his side."
Li Fansong and Feixuan looked at each other, and Li Fansong slowly said, "The senior should be very clear about how my master died."
Xie Xuan said, "Doesn't Qingcheng Mountain know?"
Li Fansong sighed softly: "On the day when we lined up at the Dragon Formation on Qingcheng Mountain, we could find our qi thousands of miles away. Feixuan and I were very weak, and we could only find the breath of Master. Masters might really be able to see a thousand miles away. Outside the scene. On that day we noticed that Master’s breath had disappeared, and we knew that Master had really passed away. The masters knew who the murderer was, but they didn’t want to tell us.

"If you don’t tell you, there is a reason for not telling you. Hatred does not mean that you can let go. It is shameful to persuade others to let go of hatred and be generous in the world. But now that you are still young, hatred sometimes blinds you. Eyes." Xie Xuan said softly, "but if you want to do something for your dead master, you can still do it."
Li Fansong and Feixuan were overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"
"Have you seen a woman with purple hair and swords in both hands passing by?" Xie Xuan asked.
Li Fansong nodded: "Xueyue sword fairy Li Hanyi!"
Xie Xuan pondered for a while, and said, "That's your sister."
"Really... Master?" Feixuan couldn't laugh or cry. "Master said that he would go down the mountain to find us a teacher, but did he really bring back a teacher? Is it still married?"
"Indeed, I went to the church and became relatives. That was the most beautiful marriage I have ever seen." Xie Xuan said with emotion, recalling the scene that day.
"Then why did Lei Bang follow the teacher!" Li Fansong reacted.
"Because Lei Hong likes your wife." Xie Xuan replied.
"Bold!" Li Fansong said angrily, "Shameless!"
"Is there anything to be shameless? Your sister has been in a madness since your master died. If it weren't for the thunder and thunder, I'm afraid it should be stepped on the corpse all the way to here." Xie Xuanwei smiled, but her eyebrows were Slightly frowned.
"Insane? Then let's catch up quickly." Li Fansong said anxiously, "Don't let the teacher make any mistakes."
"Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with your teacher." A voice sounded coldly, and a short sword was pressed to his neck, "Because you will die first."
Li Fansong was shocked, the Qingxiao sword in his hand flashed, and he slashed behind him, while trying to avoid the short sword on the side of his neck. But the man behind him sneered, and didn't hide from the Qingxiao sword at all, and he still held the short sword to chop.
"Xianyun!" Xie Xuan suddenly set off, and the ten thousand-volume book in the bookcase came out of the sheath. He held the sword and flashed to Li Fansong in an instant.
This sword is extremely fast and ethereal, like a cloud in the world.
The man snorted coldly, immediately took the sword, and retreated back.
"Cow and horse!" Xie Xuan made another sword. This sword was very slow, slow, and even a little clumsy, but the sword's aura was so strong that it dragged the pace of the sneak attacker.
"Murdering knife!" Xie Xuan raised the sword and slashed it horizontally. This was not a sword technique, but a sword technique. Sweeping the elegance and timelessness before, it turned out to be Nan Jue's overlord use of swords!
This sword pierced the chest of the person who attacked, and blood spewed out. The person stepped back and fell to the ground with a wry smile, and said: "This is the legendary Shigyu three styles, worthy of the Confucian sword. Cents."
"First show people with ya, then blunt people, and finally kill people. But I have two swords, and your killing intent is undiminished. Although we scholars are very patient. But there are only three things." Xie Xuan With a light wave of his left hand, the blood on the blade was swept away.
"You shouldn't wade through this muddy water." The man gasped.
"Although I am only a Confucian scholar, the world recognizes me as a sword fairy. I have killed a demon in the rivers and lakes, and I have beaten the prince in Tianqi. You are not qualified to threaten me." Xie Xuanwei smiled, "even if You are a dark river."