His sword is very fast, but if Ling Yunxiao's Qinggong were to leave, he would not be able to catch up.

But Ling Yunxiao chose to stay because he also wanted to meet this legendary sword god.

"Why are you blocking me?" Ling Yunxiao asked knowingly.

Ximen Chuixue gave him a cold look, "I'm just helping others."

Ximen Chuixue has always been a friend of swords throughout his life, and there are very few people who can become his friends. And this Lu Xiaofeng is one of them.

For Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue traveled thousands of miles from the south of the Yangtze River to the land of Yanzhao and came to the vast Taihang Mountains.

Lu Xiaofeng also knew that it would not be easy to capture the big thief Ghost King alive with his own force.

This big thief ghost king once entered the palace and stole the imperial seal. This was a huge thing, and the cause was just a bet between the big thief ghost king and another person.

This guy is a lawless and daring madman, and he has extremely strong martial arts skills and is proficient in the art of disguise.

If someone hadn't provided clues, Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't have been able to pinpoint his whereabouts.

"This time, you can't escape no matter what! Ling Yunxiao!"

The great thief ghost king has countless false identities, but only the leader of Tianshan is the real one.

"People in the world would never have thought that the extremely rampant thief Ghost King and the highly respected leader of Tianshan could be the same person."

Ling Yunxiao nodded and said to Ximen Chuixue: "I have heard of your name a long time ago, but I would like to learn about your swordsmanship that kills without blood."

Ximen Chuixue held the sword and said coldly: "You will die if you see my sword."

In the world, there are only a handful of people who can catch his sword skills.

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, who issued a challenge to him, was one, and Lu Xiaofeng's spirit was also one. And although the big thief ghost king in front of him was also a figure who controlled the world, in his opinion, he was not big enough.

"He is Ximen Chuixue..."

"Fourth sister, don't be crazy, this is the person who killed our master!"

"Sister, be careful what you say. We have no evidence, so we can't talk nonsense!"

Below, the four women were whispering. Although their voices were not loud, a master like Ximen Chuixue could hear them clearly.

He couldn't help but glance down and saw those clear eyes.

Sun Xiuqing blinked shyly and quickly avoided his gaze.

"I don't believe that your sword can really kill me." Ling Yunxiao smiled and took out the ghost-slaying sword from behind.

This is a very strange weapon, like a sickle and an axe. This is a unique weapon in the Western Regions and one of the Seven Wonderful Weapons of the Tianshan Mountains.

"Hoo ho ho!"

The wind whistled, and the flying ax struck Ximen and blew the snow.

Ximen Chuixue was covered in white and looked like a beautiful figure under the moonlight. He tiptoed lightly and flew up, dodging the blow.

"That's it?" Ximen Chuixue was obviously a little disappointed.

"Watch the back!"

Sun Xiuqing couldn't help shouting loudly.

Ximen Chuixue glanced at her, obviously a little surprised. What was surprising was that Sun Xiuqing would actually remind him.

Ximen Chuixue didn't even look back. He directly lifted the scabbard and a strong force surged out, blocking the flying ax coming from behind.

With a "clang", Ling Yunxiao took the flying ax and said, "Don't be careless, my Tianshan Ice and Snow Flying Dragon is not so easy to catch."

As he spoke, he danced his flying ax again, and his whole body turned into an afterimage in the snow and attacked Ximen Chuixue.

However, Ximen Chuixue only used the scabbard to face the enemy, but still refused to draw the sword.

Ling Yunxiao also took out a second flying ax from nowhere. He used both axes at the same time and struck Ximen Chuixue one after another.

However, Ximen Chuixue faced the continuous ax shadows without any trace of panic. He calmly blocked them with his sword scabbard, and his whole body was unscathed. However, the strong wind kept blowing up the strand of white hair on his forehead.

"Wow, he is indeed the God of Swords. He is so handsome!"

Shi Xiuyun, the youngest among the four beauties, sighed with some nymphomaniacs.

"Junior sister!" Li Xiu'e coughed lightly, looking at Ximen Chuixue's afterimage, she also thought to herself that such an independent person would not harm her master, right?

"Damn it, let him pretend!"

Ling Yunxiao was a little angry, this guy just likes to pretend to be humble.

He is not used to him today!

The two flying axes were thrown out at the same time, swinging each other in mid-air, carrying the heavy snow, like a giant dragon falling from the sky, attacking Ximen Chuixue.

This is the ice and snow dragon!

At first, there were just two ax shadows, but when they got closer, they turned into thousands of ax shadows, making it impossible to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones.

"be careful!"

Everyone was sweating for Ximen Chuixue, but Lu Xiaofeng said calmly, "Axue, don't kill him, capture him alive!"

Ximen Chuixue stood in the snow, as silent as a clay figure. The ax shadows in the sky were about to fall, and he was about to be chopped into pieces by countless axes, but he remained motionless.

"Tick tock!"

It was the sound of water falling. The moment the drop of water fell, Ximen Chuixue finally drew his sword.

The jet-black sword is long, narrow and ancient. It is the sharpest weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet and seven inches tall, and its net weight is seven kilograms and thirteen taels.

This sword was like a plum branch. When it was lying in the scabbard, there was no sharpness in it. But when Ximen drew the sword, it instantly became a murderous weapon, stained with the blood of the enemy's fear.

The sword energy formed a storm in the air, directly tearing the axes in the sky into pieces.

Ximen Chuixue was the embodiment of swordsmanship, and this sword broke Ling Yunxiao's attack.

The two axes fell into the snow without making much noise.

Ling Yunxiao stood motionless on the spot.

"Hey, hey, hey! Axue, you won't kill him, will you?" Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward nervously, leaped up to the roof, and stretched out her arms towards Ling Yunxiao.

But before he touched it, Ling Yunxiao rolled down completely.

"Ah! Is he dead?"

No one could clearly see what had just happened. The moment Ximen Chuixue drew his sword, there was only endless sword energy, and the night sky lost its color in an instant. When they regained their vision, they saw the scene in front of them.

"Oh, something is very wrong!"

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly grabbed Ling Yunxiao's arm, but he never expected that Ling Yunxiao's arm would be torn off by him.

"Um?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ling Yunxiao's body, but it was a scarecrow!

"What a brilliant substitute technique!"

Lu Xiaofeng was shocked. She looked at Ximen Chuixue and found that this guy was slightly absent-minded.

"Axue, just now?"

Ximen Chuixue woke up from her trance, feeling surprised and a little surprised.

"He is not the great thief ghost king, he is a peerless swordsman. I just felt his sword energy!"

Ximen Chuixue murmured to herself, and only Lu Xiaofeng who was close could hear it.

"Are you mistaken? He clearly used an axe?" Lu Xiaofeng knew that Ximen Chuixue rarely talked, so he never said anything nonsense.

Ling Yunxiao was able to escape from Ximen's sword, but Ximen said that he was also a swordsman? This is interesting! He came after the jade seal all the way to capture the big thief Ghost King alive, just to know who the person who made a bet with him was

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Regarding that mysterious dynasty, although Qingyi Tower was destroyed, too many people and forces were involved behind the scenes. Lu Xiaofeng was very curious. He explored these things not to protect the safety of the imperial court, but just to satisfy his own curiosity.

And it just so happens that his position as an Ouchi guard allows him to realize his ideas to the maximum extent.

Ximen Chuixue stretched out his fingers and touched his sleeves. No one noticed that there was a crack in his intact sleeves.

When he drew his sword, the man's sword energy was already in front of him, with that phantom and that sigh:

"Ximen Chuixue, your sword is very powerful, but it's a pity that you haven't truly become the Sword God yet. Perhaps, only after the peak battle will I have the opportunity to truly see the sword of the Sword God."
Chapter completed!