As the sound came out, the ancient long sword flew up to the sky again, and countless energy sword shadows transformed out, and with the long sword as the core, it quickly condensed into a three-meter-long energy giant sword, shooting towards the white-haired old man.

The huge energy giant sword exuded a terrifying power. With a sharp sound of sound barrier, it came to the old man in the blink of an eye.

The white-haired old man opened his empty eyes and waved the broken sword in his hand again.

This time, there was no bright sword light, just a simple sword swing.

But as the white-haired old man's arm fell, the rusty long sword broke the energy giant sword like a bamboo shoot and slashed it on the body of the ancient long sword.

"bite……"

A crisp trembling sound echoed under the night sky, accompanied by a painful groan.

The sloppy Taoist wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. After the second sword was blocked, he changed the sword technique in his hand again without stopping.

"Twenty-three swords, man and sword are united."

Soon, he used his third sword, and his last sword today.

The next moment the sword score was completed, the figure of the sloppy Taoist suddenly turned into a afterimage and merged with his long sword.

Compared with the first two swords, the third sword of the sloppy Taoist, the powerful special effects disappeared, and some are just plain and unpretentious.

This sword emitted no aura, like an ordinary long sword, stabbed out.

But that's the case, the white-haired old man slowly raised his left hand, held the hilt of the sword with both hands.

Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, his movements reflected the importance of this sword.

The old man with white hair held a sword in his hands and placed it on his chest. When the ancient long sword stabbed, he calmly slashed the broken sword with both hands.

“Buzz…”

A tremor sounded like the roar of heaven and earth, exploding in the world.

As two ordinary swords touched each other, they watched the three musketeers here closely, and they felt the sound of thunder explode in their minds, which made them hug their heads, looking in pain.

In the dark night around, several figures were hiding in it. They frowned at this moment, and they forced to resist the discomfort coming from their heads.

Weng Mingsheng lasted for a short time. When the Three Musketeers recovered, the collision had already come to an end.

The sloppy Taoist fell to the ground in a daze. His entire right arm had disappeared, and the ancient long sword was broken into two pieces.

Obviously, he lost.

However, it didn't seem easy for the white-haired old man to take this sword.

His foot-long broken sword lost another piece. He held the broken sword's arms and many narrow wounds appeared, with a trace of dark red blood constantly overflowing from it.

Around the two, the already damaged ground ushered in a second score.

Sword marks several meters long are distributed crisscrossingly on them.

"Tick...tick..."

At this moment, the whole street was terrifyingly quiet, with only the sound of blood dropping to the ground echoing in the air.

The old white-haired man put down his sword-raising hand, and slowly turned his head mechanically. After looking at the sloppy Taoist with his unhappy eyes, he walked into the rich night with stiff steps.

Listening to the footsteps in his ears, the sloppy Taoist raised his head silently, revealing an extremely pale face.

Looking at the white-haired old man's back as he left, the sloppy Taoist picked up the broken sword with his left arm, and his body staggered and disappeared into the night.

This time, although he was defeated, he was not depressed at all because he found a new goal.

After searching for the Canjian Zhenren for ten years, he was waiting for this moment.

He was obsessed with swordsmanship all his life, not the best in the world, but just to explore more advanced swordsmanship.

Today, he finally saw the more advanced swordsmanship, the swordsmanship of Jianjian Zhenren, and the Wuwei swordsmanship.

The third floor of Shanzhen Building, the room with Dongzi size.

Xu Ming witnessed the entire sword showdown, glanced at the direction where the old man with white hair left, but did not set off in the end.

Nowadays, there are so many people who are confused and his actions will inevitably attract the attention of many people. This is not what he wants.

Compared to killing the old man with white hair, Xu Ming wants to be more calm.

Of course, if he meets a couple who must take action, he will never be lenient.

After scanning the seemingly calm but surging night outside, Xu Ming raised his arms and closed the window.

Tonight's nightlife ends here, and it's time to take a shower and go to bed.

In the room, the little girl is still wearing a little face because she has added new homework and is sitting in front of the table with a new talisman taught by Xu Ming.

Because of the boundary talisman, the movements from the outside world were infinitely reduced, and she didn't notice anything.

At the same time, a mess of footsteps came from the devastated streets.

"Come on, keep up."

Tang Zhong, the magistrate of Shuichuan County, hurried to the scene of the incident with hundreds of county yamen runners.

When Tang Zhong saw the damaged ground and the man in black who was lying on the ground and unable to move, he spoke with a serious expression.

"Come on, tie up all these and take them away, take them back for a good interrogation."

Finally, he added.

"Be careful, don't make any trouble."

Under Tang Zhong's instructions, the county yamen runners began to organize the scene.

Because they often do this kind of work, their movements are very fast. In less than half of the time, all the men in black were tied up and strong.

"Sir, how do you deal with these things?"

After tied up all the men in black, a yamen runner asked at the fifth group of black things.

"Take it away together." Tang Zhong glanced at it and waved his hand.

After everything on the scene was packed up, Tang Zhong did not stay in this place for too long. He hurriedly left with all the yamen runners.

"Huh, we're finally leaving."

When all the people from the county government left, the three musketeers walked out from a dark corner.

Because of Wang Jinjian's injury, they could not leave the scene quickly.

"Brother, second brother, after tonight, when will we go and make a name for ourselves?"

After the three of them found a clean and hidden place to sit down and rest, Wang Yujian said with a slight joking voice.

"Go and go, third brother, you don't speak, no one treats you as a mute."

Wang Baojian glanced at him and signaled him not to mention this matter again.

He is still famous, and it would be good to be able to save his life.

After hearing this, Wang Yujian smiled and said nothing. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and began to close his eyes to rest.

Time passed quietly, and more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

In the late night, a thin layer of black mist gradually appeared around Shuichuan County.

And as time goes by, the black fog becomes more and more intense.
Chapter completed!