"That's a sword injury. It doesn't matter, you'll have it soon!"

The cross scar on the old man's forehead was beating slightly, and he had a strange smile of choosing people and devouring his words, which made people shudder.

Su Weiyun suddenly shook and asked word by word: "Do you mean to draw a cross on my face?"

The old man said proudly: "Yes, since I debuted forty years, I have drawn a cross from all my opponents' faces, no matter how old and old, no matter how many of them are, I have only one person who has escaped under my sword, but there is still a big cross on his face."

"Hahahaha, it is said that he doesn't dare to come out to see people now... but that's right. As long as he shows up, I will kill him under the sword!"

Su Weiyun showed a very strange look and asked, "Is the person you are talking about called Nangong Chou? And you are the 'Crazy Cross Sword'?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, then smiled at the sky: "I never thought that for so long, my reputation of Yan Wu will spread throughout the martial arts world. Everyone knows it, everyone knows it?"

Yan Wu.

He is the peerless murderer Yan Wu nicknamed "Crazy Cross Sword"!

Yan Wu came to Jinan Prefecture to search for Nangong Chou’s traces, but unexpectedly he happened to meet Su Weiyun.

Su Weiyun held the sword in his hand, his eyes gathered, and a murderous aura was attracted but he didn't feel it. Suddenly, he said, "The mouse is also very famous, and everyone in the world knows it."

Yan Wu's eyes narrowed and he said, "What does it mean?"

Su Weiyun said: "I mean you'd better go back to your gutter, otherwise even if you know it, everyone knows it, but if you die here, no one will collect your body for you!"

Yan Wu's expression suddenly became cold, so cold that it really seemed like a dead corpse face.

The wind blew by the lake, blowing through his clothes.

It was clearly the spring breeze at noon, but it made people feel particularly cold.

The witty tourists had quietly left here. They could see that there seemed to be something wrong with the momentum of the two people by the lake, especially because they both wore swords.

But more people take the initiative to give up space and stand far away to watch - many people are like this, as long as the matter is nothing to do, there is a hilarious moment for them.

Unfortunately, this excitement doesn't seem very good.

Yan Wu has already set off his sword.

A cold murderous aura soared into the sky, and Su Weiyun seemed to be able to see a cruel scene of scarlet, piles of white bones, bleeding and drifting behind him.

The green waves and wrinkled lake water seemed to turn into a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

This murderous aura was obviously obtained at the cost of the blood and lives of countless masters.

What he used was indeed the Thirteen Deadly Swords!

And it is the second move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and it is also an extremely complicated move, chasing the soul and killing the death!

There are eight kinds of backhand moves using the "Soul Chasing and Death" move. After those eight backhand moves, there are nine different responses, so this move is strictly calculated to have 72 changes.

No matter whether the opponent is dismantling, latching, mounting, blocking, avoiding, or retreating, he will be prepared to deal with it, so this move has always been a common move by Yan Wu.

Clam!

Yan Wu drew his sword very quickly, but he didn't expect that Su Weiyun's sword was no slower than him at all.

A blue light flashed by, and the two swords suddenly collided.

When the two set out their swords, no tourists on the banks of Daming Lake could see clearly how they pulled their respective swords out of the scabbard and then slashed them out.

But when the two swords confronted, they saw clearly.

One black, one green.

The dark clouds in the sky are as dark as ink, and the willow catkins that are as green as jade by the lake.

The master's moves were originally a sword shadow flashing, bizarre, and all the moves were completed in the flash of lightning and flashing through the flash of time.

But at this moment, the two swords seemed to be slowly sticking together, and they wanted to be one and never separate.

Yan Wu, who was holding the sword, looked ugly and had his eyebrows deeply locked. The black sword stopped moving in his hands.

Since he learned swordsmanship, no matter how powerful the opponent he was, he had never encountered such a strange and strange situation.

There are obviously seventy-two different clever changes in the soul-chasing death, but he seems to be unable to change one move.

All changes have been blocked and there is no way out!

Su Weiyun held the Xiaoxiang sword in his right hand, with a solemn expression on his face, and slowly approached the sword tip little by little, following the black sword body.

The two swords joined together and moved slowly along the mysterious trajectory, but there was endless murderous intent hidden under the sword's edge!

When tourists in the distance looked over, they seemed to see a thick dark cloud covering the sky, layer by layer, and a willow catkins floated in the sky, riding on the wind, trying to pierce the dark clouds and bringing the sky and earth a bright light!

Some people were shocked and panicked, their legs were frightened and walked out in shame; some people didn't know what to say, thinking that the battle between the two was loud and the rain was small, and there was no master's sharp and sharp move.

Gradually, Yan Wu held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, his face covered with sweat beads, wetting the cross scar on his forehead, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

A short confrontation made him more tired, tired and more heartbreaking than the three hundred rounds of battle.

Yan Wu gritted his teeth, squeezed out a few words from his teeth, and said, "I read it right, you will also take the Thirteen Swords of Death!"

At this time, both of their swords stopped, and their sword bodies leaned against each other.

Black and green colors blend together, neither advancing nor retreating, nor attacking or defending.

Su Weiyun said: "Although the form is, the spirit is different."

Yan Wu said: "Oh? Didn't you use the 'Ride the Wind and Take the Death' style?"

Su Weiyun said: "I use the Bodhidharma sword technique, use calmness to control the movement and attack people later!"

Yan Wu smiled: "What kind of shitty Damo sword technique? How can it be compared to the Thirteen Death-Slaying Swords?! If I hadn't killed too much in my early years, I would have hurt myself, causing my meridians to be damaged and my internal strength has decreased, and I would have killed you long ago!"

What he said was strange. He was clearly at a disadvantage, but he actually told Su Weiyun all the shortcomings and problems of his martial arts. Then he also said that he wanted to kill Su Weiyun, which was a bit shameless.

Yan Wu continued, "Okay, since you also know the Thirteen Death-taking Swords and can completely block my sword path, you shouldn't have no idea that this sword technique hurts others and yourself."

He said this, but suddenly he wanted to pull out his body and fly up, draw his sword and retreat.

Seeing this, Su Weiyun suddenly raised his hand and slapped Yan Wu with a palm across the air.

The palm power surged, and the waves swelled up, hitting his abdomen with a "boom", causing him to fall to the ground!

Yan Wuzhong vomited blood in his palm, and couldn't help but sprint around the lake, while dancing his hands and feet, shouting: "You have also learned the Thirteen Death-taking Swords. They are the same roots, but why do you hurt me?!"

He had previously said that he would kill Su Weiyun under the sword, but now he blamed Su Weiyun for hurting him.

Yan Wu howled loudly, speaking incoherently, as if he was a little unconscious.

A wealthy young man by the lake looked at it, shook his head disdainfully and said, "Oh, I thought it was a sword competition. It turned out that it was two crazy people fighting!"

He said that and was about to leave, but Yan Wu stood up and blocked him and said, "What did you say just now? Are you also laughing at the cross scar on my forehead?"

The rich young master shook the folding fan vigorously and said unhappily: "A good dog doesn't block the way, madman gets out!"

Chih!

A flash of cold light, Yan Wu's sword was retracted.

His sword is much faster than the battle with Su Weiyun just now.

The young man fell down suddenly, and his originally pretty face suddenly looked very scary.

Not only because he is already a dead person, but also because two long blood-colored scars were scratched on his face, crisscrossing, just a cross!
Chapter completed!