Two sword marks that were cracked by flesh and blood.

A crisscrossing cross.

The wealthy young man fell down and lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, and his pretty face was hard to tell.

This scene suddenly scared the tourists and tourists around him to the point of being scattered and staggered to run away.

The dark clouds gradually cover the sun.

The lake is leisurely and still calm.

But the tourists can no longer calm down. Some men abandoned their partners and stumbled; some women trembled and couldn't walk; some people even panicked and plunged into the water, asking that crazy god not to see him.

Yan Wu shouted: "Who else? Who else dares to say that my face is ugly?"

Everyone was scared away and no one dared to answer. However, the more no one responded, the more ferocious Yan Wu's expression became, the louder he roared.

In the end, Su Weiyun stood up, held the sword intently, and said to Yan Wu gently: "No one has ever said you are ugly, it's just that you think you are ugly."

Yan Wu turned his head and glared at him, "Fart! How could I feel that I am ugly? The cross scar on my forehead is so exquisite, do you have it too?"

Su Weiyun stopped talking, but suddenly recalled the surging and earth-shaking battle in Murong Villa.

In that battle, Su Weiyun used murderous aura, resentment and hostility to assist the righteous, and bloomed a flower in the desert, and finally realized the "Four Deadly Swords". When Yao Yue was seriously injured and exhausted, he suddenly used this sword and killed Yao Yue.

But the serious consequence is that he was controlled by the murderous intent of forcibly breaking through and could not control himself. It was difficult to even hold a sword, and he almost entered the state of being infatuated.

If there weren't many musical experts such as Yu Ziya, Ni Shiba, Nan Guosheng, etc., who were proficient in music at that time, and helped him to drive away his murderous aura and guard the spiritual platform with a peerless music "Return to Come" and help him drive away his murderous aura and guard the spiritual platform, I'm afraid he might not be like this now.

Where is Yan Wu?

Does he have the opportunity to help someone from a foreigner?

Su Weiyun couldn't help but sigh. He could imagine that Yan Wu must have been a very talented young talent in his past. He never took anyone seriously and insisted on practicing the Thirteen Death-taking Swords.

Young people are always so kind of ambition. Some young people often think that they can control everything, be unique, and do things that others cannot do.

But in the end, very few can be accomplished.

Yan Wu suddenly raised his sword high, asked loudly at Su Weiyun, "Tell me, what is the Thirteen Death-Saving Swords?"

Su Weiyun did not answer, but asked back: "How do you know the Thirteen Deadly Swords I practiced?"

Yan Wu laughed, looking crazy, and said, "Hahahaha, because I feel that you can't control the murderous aura, you are just a pitiful person! I have been troubled by this aura for more than 30 years, so how could I not know, how could I not know?!"

Su Weiyun actually replied seriously: "I'm not a poor person."

Yan Wu said: "Aren't you? You must be like me. By chance, you got a secret book of peerless sword technique from other places, and then tried your best to practice sword technique, hoping to make a name for yourself in the martial arts world and shine your ancestors."

"But you can't pass the most important threshold of the Thirteen Death-Saving Swords, and you are controlled by the murderous intention, right?"

Su Weiyun said: "No."

"oh?"

Yan Wu suddenly was surprised for the first time and looked at Su Weiyun solemnly.

Su Weiyun said: "I have to protect what I should protect, so I fought in front of the formation and forced my sword skills, which led to a mistake."

"I am completely different from you."

The dirt on Yan Wu's face mixed with sweat, and even his saliva was hanging on his chin. His face was covered with dark and sticky filth, but he opened his mouth and cursed Su Weiyun with a smile.

"Hahaha, you mean you have a way to avoid murderous aura and solve the problem of dilemma? It's so ridiculous, I'm making me laugh!"

Su Weiyun suddenly showed a very strange look and said slowly: "The eighth style of the Thirteen Death Swords, the Death of Hell is to imitate the ambition of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's three wishes to enter hell. There is no murderous aura and no violence at all. Don't you know?"

“So what?”

"Isn't this a way to resolve the murderous aura? Before entering the country, practice the "Hell Death" move to be proficient and unobstructed. Using a compassionate heart to make the killing sword greatly reduce the influence of the murderous aura in the sword technique."

When Yan Wu heard this, he was stunned and kept muttering to himself, shaking his head desperately, as if he was thinking about something peerless.

It took him a long time to ask, "What's your name?"

"Su Weiyun."

Yan Wu suddenly shouted: "Impossible! You can't call Su Weiyun! You are deceiving me, and those who deceiving me will die!"

He suddenly stepped on the ground, his body flew high, and a black sword in his hand seemed to have become a unique piece of ebony in the world!

Man makes stones, swords make woods.

It was like an ebony coming out through the stone, the stone powder splashed, and thousands of blows, and a "boom" sounded loudly from the sky!

The thirteenth style of the Death Thirteen Swords, Wood and Stone Death!

Sure enough, the same sword technique also has different powers in the hands of different people.

Su Weiyun's "Traffic Stone" is the green buds in the desert, rushing to water and eventually becoming towering trees; while Yan Wu is very different.

Destruction, destruction, killing, and other styles filled his sword skills. If Su Weiyun was not standing in front of him, but another ordinary master, I am afraid that just by being frightened by this overwhelming momentum, he would be both brave and weakened first.

Although Yan Wu has practiced his sword skills into the devil's way, his power is not reduced in the slightest, so it should not be underestimated!

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the black sword had arrived in front of him.

The sword was still stained with blood, and black and blood red mixed together, forming an indescribable chaotic pattern.

Su Weiyun had just set off his sword.

Yan Wuben thought he would use the same move "wood and stone to kill him" to fight him, and to the same source, and to face him tit-for-tat.

But he was wrong.

Su Weiyun did not use the Thirteen Death-Saving Swords, he still used the Bodhidharma Sword Technique.

slow.

Until the sword had arrived, Su Weiyun made some moves.

He began to draw his sword slowly, of course, which was extremely slow.

But quiet.

If Yan Wu's sword technique is intertwined with countless murderous, violent, and chaos, then Su Weiyun is extremely single and extremely quiet.

When you sprinkle, you are calm and unhurried, just like the lake surface when there is no wind, safe and unmoving.

Yan Wu's sword quickly hit Su Weiyun's chest.

Wow.

It was not until the last moment that the sword was barely blocked by a blue light.

Time seemed to be still at this moment.

Everyone suddenly realized that there were only the two swords left in the world, and there was nothing else except that.

Then Yan Wu flew out.

Because this time he was hit hard by Su Weiyun, and the palm force was imprinted on his lower abdomen, shattering his already simple clothes!

Although Su Weiyun's swordsmanship is slow, his palms are not slow!

The clothes and fabrics flew into pieces, turning into butterflies and dancing, and Yan Wu's body also fell down with the butterflies.

After being disturbed by the murderous aura of the Thirteen Deadly Swords for a long time, Su Weiyun finally cracked the Thirteen Deadly Swordsmanship with his own hands and destroyed the person who used the sword with another palm.

A mysterious and mysterious and inexplicable wonderful feeling suddenly emerged, rippling in his heart, making him stand silent for a long time.

Yan Wu struggled, but could no longer stand up. He just sighed, "I'm just a little short of killing you, but my sword energy has also damaged your heart."

Su Weiyun said: "That's because I didn't move."

Yan Wu said: "Yes, you didn't move. What kind of way is this?"

Su Weiyun said: "Use calm and control the fighting style. If you attack with a sword, I will block it and then return you to the palm. Isn't it fair to say goodbye?"

Yan Wu said: "It's really fair."

"Then there is a cross on my face, so I also draw a cross on someone else's face. Wouldn't it be fair?"

Su Weiyun said slowly: "It's really fair."
Chapter completed!