The sharp edge was like lightning, and before the entity could reach it, Komatsu felt a warning in his heart, as if he was shrouded in death, and was creepy.

The first reaction was that he was not hiding, but retreating with all his strength, retreating as far as he could, and keeping away from the distance that the edge could kill.

But the light appeared suddenly and was extremely fast. In an instant, Komatsu felt a chill in his throat, as if something had penetrated through it.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, and subconsciously let go of his five fingers, the brass whip in his hand fell to the ground, covering his throat with both hands, but he could no longer block the blood jet there.

"you!"

Xiao Song roared, and all the vitality passed away quickly with this sound and left his body. Then his body suddenly became soft and fell to the ground with a thump.

"What?"

The white-headed man saw this scene clearly, his heart was shocked, and he exclaimed in surprise. He knew his nephew's strength very well, and he was well-known to the top masters in the world. Although he was far from comparable to those old guys, he was outstanding as a rookie.

However, just a moment ago, Komatsu was killed and died without any temper.

The white-headed man looked like a gaze. He saw that the sharpness came from Chen Sanlang's hands, and he was very skillful in controlling it. After killing people, he flew back and slung over Chen Sanlang's palm. It was a flying sword.

"Monk?"

At this point, if the Baitou Weng had not yet learned about Chen Sanlang's identity, he would have lived in vain: it turned out that the son-in-law Xu Nianniang was not only a court official, but also a monk... No wonder!

No wonder Xu Nianniang valued it.

In the Xiayu Dynasty, there were only one talented monks who became monks, and they were extremely rare talents. Several generations of disciples gathered together, at most, about a hundred people. The number was quite small. Some masters who were able to enter and leave the world and play in the world. In addition to tempering their personal character, they also had an important task, which was to find the successors of the robe and mantle.

It is difficult to find seedlings, and it is even more difficult to cultivate them.

What surprised the white-headed man was that since Chen Sanlang was a monk, why did he still go to the officialdom?

You should know the pursuit of monks. Whether it is Taoism or other miscellaneous schools, they are all eager for purity in power and freedom in human beings.

This is actually the same as a warrior. Anyway, only by arriving in love with one another and having no worries is the foundation of one's heart.

In the officialdom, there are exactly the places where the rules are the most, the most complicated and the rules are the most cumbersome. It is turbid. It is undoubtedly unfavorable for monks to be in it.

The white-headed man was very confused and shocked: Chen Sanlang said that he mastered the flying sword he controlled, and looked at its quality. It was brilliant and quite pure, and had reached a certain level. Regarding the flying sword, he first thought of Shushan. Could it be that Chen Sanlang's inheritance actually originated from the Shushan Sword Immortal?

There are many sects in the world of cultivators. However, for thousands of years, Shushan has been a stagnant lineage. It has a profound influence and is of great importance.

At this moment, the white-headed man felt terrified.

What made him even more frightened was that the sword light flashed in Xu Nianniang's hand and the knife was released.

As mentioned above, the battle between experts and the outcome of the battle is only in the flash, and any trace of subtle flaws and loopholes may have irreparable effects.

Therefore, at the beginning, the Baitou Weng wanted to use the situation to shake Xu Nianniang's mind through Komatsu's overwhelming advantage against Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun. Unexpectedly, when one meets, the situation will be reversed: Komatsu was killed, but he was the one who was shaken by his mind.

In just one moment, at the most appropriate moment, Xu Nianniang had already taken the knife: He could not have wasted such a great opportunity in vain.

The sword light swept through, condensing and sweeping through the sky.

The white-headed man is an old man. His flaw in his mind flashed and he lost his chance. At the first moment, his choice was exactly the same as Komatsu, which was to retreat.

Retreat as advance, retreat is a strategy.

The direction of the white-headed man retreating was Chen Sanlang.

Xu Nianniang knew his intentions, but could not stop them in time. Martial arts are innate and superb, and can almost be on par with high-level monks in terms of level. The only difference between them is the different ways and means of attack. If a high-level monk is approached by a warrior, he is so fragile that he is not much different from ordinary people.

Of course, if a monk attacks a warrior, as long as he finds a flaw and kills it, it will be as simple as killing a chicken.

It is true that Chen Sanlang is a monk, but his cultivation level is far from enough. Baitou Weng is already a figure standing on the peak of martial arts. Compared with the two, the two are judged immediately. As long as Baitou Weng is approaching three feet away, Chen Sanlang will immediately lose the ability to resist.

"retreat!"

Xu Nianniang shouted, asking Chen Sanlang to retreat and use it to gain valuable breathing time. With this buffer time, he was confident that he could catch up and stop the white-headed man.

But the next moment, Chen Sanlang did not retreat but advanced, and the center of his palm grew bigger in vain, from a small inch to a few feet of green.

Holding the longer sword of evil-killing, Chen Sanlang took a step forward. This step was so subtle that he missed the momentum of the white-headed man, thus putting himself in a relatively safe blank position.

The long sword swung and stabbed straight into the white-headed man's chest.

Not only did he not retreat, he took the initiative to attack.

Such a reaction change was unexpected.

Xu Nianniang didn't expect that, nor did Baitou Weng. In Baitou Weng's prediction, there were dozens of changes in situations, but this one was not. It was not that he was arrogant, but based on his examination of the monk's weaknesses and Chen Sanlang's entire person.

This is a manifestation of combat experience.

The white-headed man has experienced many battles and fought countless times throughout his life. How could the experience he has developed be idle? He can always make the most correct judgment in the shortest time.

"court death……"

Subconsciously, he thought that this was Chen Sanlang's choice. Perhaps this guy felt that he could not get rid of his attack range if he retreated, so he simply took a gamble and tried his best.

The white-headed man was not surprised but happy. Chen Sanlang killed his nephew and his apprentice. This revenge must be avenged. Now it is just right, so I can get rid of it.

So the blue-black whip in his hand buzzed, and a strange crisp sound was heard one after another, which made people hear the shaking of the rattlesnake and was creepy.

call!

The whip swept through an arc.

“仗剑术!”

Chen Sanlang looked resolute and held the sword in his palm firmly.

when!

The sword tip and the whip were shaking, making a tingling sound.

However, the white-headed man did not see Chen Sanlang being pulled out, but found that the Honghun force of his whip was swept into a vortex. After a few rotations, he was dissolved and completely unable to be implemented.

His heart seemed to be swept into a whirlpool, because he immediately understood that beating Chen Sanlang to death without a meeting would mean that Chen Sanlang blocked his way-

To be precise, it should be a way of life.

Almost at the same time, a raging wind came from behind. The white-headed man knew that there must be a fierce sword light in the strong wind without turning around.

Xu Nianniang's sword light.

"It turns out that after so many years of retirement, his knife has not only not restrained or rusted, but has become even more frigid..." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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