The knife man said: "I don't want to kill. ” The people who chased after them were not stupid, and their eyes and bodies told them that they had met an amazing person.
A man plucked up his courage, took two steps towards the swordsman, and asked, "I don't know who the predecessor is?"
” "One."
The swordsman did not answer the man's question, but counted them impatiently.
He glanced at the man, intentionally or unintentionally.
The man's heart stopped, and he felt like he was about to be killed by the knifeman's glance.
"Two."
The crowd immediately turned back, not daring to wait for him to count to three.
So, how did they come here, and how did they retreat?
The trip was not entirely fruitless, and the two men with blood-stained handkerchiefs were not to be messed with.
A strong man appeared in this mountain, a peerless strong man who didn't know the depths.
When the swordsman saw everyone leave, he turned around.
The moment he turned around, he paused slightly as his gaze looked in the direction of the cotton ball.
If you weren't a master, you wouldn't have been able to detect this pause at all, but the cotton ball had lived for a long time, and knew that its whereabouts might have been detected by the swordsman.
The swordsman didn't test his idea, he held the handle of the knife in one hand and let the blade drag to the ground.
With each step he took, the blade dragged a trail on the ground.
Fallen leaves flew, and a few fallen leaves fell on the trail and turned into two.
Like the wings of a butterfly, they break simply.
The swordsman is brewing to elevate his form to the top.
The fallen leaves seemed to have eyes, and they didn't dare to go near the place where his blade had dragged it.
The hair on the cotton ball all stood up, and the tail was stretched like an iron rod.
Its eyes were full of fear, and when it saw the blade of the blade breaking off, it was sure that the swordsman could cut it in two.
Trying to calm himself down, the cotton ball had to follow.
Because the direction in which the swordsman is advancing is where Mu Fan sets up the formation.
The swordsman's momentum was still very steady, and he slowly walked in the direction where Mu Fan and Xiao Wan were.
It was getting closer and closer, but Mu Fan and Xiao Wan couldn't find it.
Ten zhang, nine zhang, eight zhang......
One Zhang......
The swordsman walked behind Mu Fan and Xiao Wan and said, "Hello. ” Mu Fan was startled, his body was completely stiffened, and the golden flying sword hung in the air.
He couldn't hide the panic in his heart, and struggled to stand up, his calves trembling uncontrollably.
The swordsman exuded hostility, and although Mu Fan didn't see his expression, he could be sure that the person behind him must not be a friend.
Xiao Wan's condition was even worse, her breathing became rapid, and cold sweat oozed little by little.
"The golden flying sword is yours, please let it go."
Mu Fan turned around with difficulty, looked up at the swordsman and said.
The swordsman smiled, and he shook his head, "I use a knife, not a sword." ” Mu Fan laughed dryly and said, "That's great." ” He wanted to laugh, but he laughed very stiffly.
The swordsman took a step back and said, "You are from the Sword Sect, who is the master?"
” Mu Fan said: "The Seventh Elder of the Sword Sect, Ye Feng. ” Xiao Wan said: "Second Elder Feng Dao of the Sword Sect. ” "Oh......
No wonder.
The swordsman said: "The flying general of Longcheng back then killed many of my Beihua soldiers. ” Mu Fan was thinking about the purpose of the swordsman in his heart, so he wouldn't come here to chat with the two juniors.
He bowed down and said, "What are the seniors looking for us?"
” The knife man said: "Talk about the conditions." ” "Negotiate conditions?"
Mu Fan asked puzzled.
"That's right, it's about talking about conditions."
The swordsman swung out a knife lightly, and the formation that Mu Fan had worked hard to place before was split into mud by the sword qi.
Mu Fan was not angry and asked, "What conditions do seniors want to discuss?"
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” The knife man said: "It's about talking about conditions, but it's not about talking to you." ” He looked up at a stone in the middle of the forest, as if waiting for it to bloom.
Mu Fan looked along the swordsman's gaze, and after a while, he found that the stone had really bloomed.
A man jumped out of the stone, this person was so handsome that he would never forget it if he looked at it.
Mu Fan recognized this face at a glance, "Senior Brother Huo!
” Huo Wujia nodded to Mu Fan, then turned his head to look at the swordsman, and said with a smile: "I am not considered to be a combination of inside and outside now, and I am plotting against him." ” The swordsman smiled: "Of course." ” "Then I'm really not a good general, colluding with foreign enemies."
Huo Wujiadao.
The swordsman asked, "Have you cleared those people?"
” Huo Wujia smiled bitterly: "You deliberately let those people go and provoked my junior brother, didn't you just let me show up?"
” The swordsman snorted, "The one I look down on the most in my life is you people, you have to plan everything, be careful, for fear of making a mistake." ” Huo Wujia spread his hands and said, "No way, the master taught well." ” He raised his eyebrows at Mu Fan and said, "Did you say?"
” Mu Fan nodded, "That's right, Master taught well." ” The swordsman said: "What you promised me, please don't break your promise." ” Huo Wujia became serious, he looked into the eyes of the swordsman, and said, "Do what you say, otherwise I will die in the future, and I will have no shame to see you and Qiyun." ” "Use the death of me and Qiyun in exchange for Dongze's retreat, it's worth it."
The swordsman laughed.
Huo Wujia took two steps back, bowed his head and bowed, and bowed three times and nine times to the swordsman.
He delicately buckled his head and saluted.
The swordsman did not avoid it, and he received a great gift from Huo Wujia.
The swordsman put the knife across his chest and said, "Ye Feng is very capable of teaching a disciple like you. ” Huo Wujia took out a bowl of wine, and the aroma of wine wafted out.
Mu Fan smelled it at once, this wine was exactly the same as the wine that the master treasured.
The swordsman said to Huo Wujia: "Be sure to hand over the Canghai Sword to my disciple." ” Huo Wujia knelt on the ground and said with a serious expression: "Don't worry, I will do what I promised." ” The swordsman let out a sigh of relief and looked around, as if he still had an endless attachment to the earthly world.
"Please take a cut of the sea road."
Huo Wujia presented the wine to the swordsman, he lowered his head, not daring to continue looking.
The swordsman picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and drank it all.
Before the bottle had fallen from his hand, the knifeman's blood had already spurted out.
Huo Wujia's eyes were red, and he buckled his head hard, and his forehead was so bloody that it flowed.
"Congratulations to Duan Hai's seniors on the road, when the world is unified and the mountains and rivers are calm, the younger generations will go to accompany them."
Huo Wujia's voice was very loud, but only Mu Fan, Xiao Wan, and the hidden cotton ball could hear it.
Everyone else in the mountains and forests was killed by Huo Wujia.
Not only people, but even spirit beasts, there is no one left.
Huo Wujia got up from the ground and said to Canghai Dao: "You have compensated him for so long, you know him best, please come." ” The Canghai knife roared and flew into the air, the blade turned, and the head of the swordsman was cut off.
Huo Wujia took out a box, took the head of the swordsman, and respectfully put it in the box.
He took out another knife case and let Canghai Hao get into it himself.
After doing all this, Huo Wujia said to Mu Fan, who was stunned: "Please also remember his name, Duan Hai, he is one step away from entering the Tiantu Realm Qiankun Stage, and died to end the war between Dongze and Beihua." ” Mu Fan's heart was shocked, he didn't understand how Duan Hai died like this, how to stop Dong Ze's invasion of Beihua, but seeing the swordsman's death, Huo Wujia's respect, his nose was sour for no reason.