The distance between the two kept shrinking, and after a few breaths, Li Xin'an's sword had reached the top of Amuter Khan's head.
A glimmer of light flashed in Amutierhan's eyes. He raised the flute in his hand to deflect Li Xin'an's "White Rainbow". At the same time, he slid his body to the left and pressed down the long sword with his right arm.
Li Xin'an drew her sword and walked away, taking a step away, and raised her sword towards Amuter Khan's chest.
The distance between the two was extremely close, but Amuter Khan did not dodge. Instead, he pointed the finger hole of the flute at Li Xin'an again.
There was a faint sound of breaking through the air, and three more silver needles flew out, piercing Li Xin'an's eyes.
He originally thought that Li Xin'an would give up the attack. After all, if he didn't retreat, both of them would suffer losses.
But Amuterhan seemed to have underestimated Li Xin'an. In his surprised eyes, Li Xin'an's long sword was not dull at all. The three silver needles he sent out were actually accurately pinched by Li Xin'an's left hand.
inside.
At this moment, he completely gave up on Li Xin'an using hidden weapons.
Li Xin'an's "White Rainbow" also pierced into Amuter Khan's chest as he wished. After the latter's surprise at that moment, he immediately switched from offense to defense. Dongxiao and his left hand worked together to twist the long sword.
Li Xin'an's expression became a little more solemn. The huge force coming from the sword told him that Amuter Khan was much stronger than he thought.
"Lord Chang Shi, do you think that my title as a second-grade boxer is just a cover?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Amutier Khan's mouth, "I can say that even without the "Witch God Play" and the hidden weapon, everyone present, except Li Yongchang
No one is my opponent compared to that second-grade peak woman!"
"You can't either."
After saying that, Amuter Khan actually let go of his hands and allowed Li Xin'an to break free from the restraints.
Suddenly breaking away from the stalemate, Li Xin'an's center of gravity became unstable and he subconsciously stepped back.
But before Li Xin'an could stabilize his body, Amutierhan rushed up with a grin on his face, his two iron fists zoomed in quickly in Li Xin'an's sight, and struck him hard on the face.
Li Xin'an was bleeding from all his orifices, his body was swaying, and he was already a little unsteady. He half-knelt on the ground, leaning on his long sword, and finally straightened up tremblingly.
A strong gust of wind hit him from the back of his head. At some point, Amuter Khan came around behind him and swept his whip leg towards the back of Li Xin'an's head.
If he were hit by this attack, Li Xin'an would probably have to lie in bed for the rest of his life even if he didn't die.
The choice between life and death made Li Xin'an wake up in an instant. He protected the back of his head with a long sword, and at the same time, he held a flying knife in his arms and used the momentum to rush forward and throw the flying knife away.
Seeing that the flying knife deviated from the direction, Amuter Khan only thought that he was deceiving and laughed wildly:
"I thought you were so powerful that you can't even use the simplest flying knife among concealed weapons. I think you are just playing tricks!"
But before his laughter ended, in the peripheral vision, the flying knife suddenly turned its direction, drew an arc in the air without any expectation, and stabbed Amutir Khan in the back.
In an instant, the feeling of death enveloped Amuter Khan. He hurriedly threw himself to one side, but he was still a step too late. The flying knife slashed across his arm, and a thick column of blood spurted out.
Amuter Khan was still in shock. He looked at Li Xin'an and asked in disbelief: "What kind of martial arts is this?"
"You barbarians will never learn martial arts!" Li Xin'an slapped his chest and spat out a large mouthful of black blood. Then he wiped the smelly blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his sword and said with a smile:
"Come on, keep fighting!"
Amuter Khan put away his contempt for Li Xin'an. This young man had given him the feeling of death. Before that, only the Wolf Lord could do it.
He must die!
"Li Xin'an, I won't show mercy this time!"
After speaking, Amuter Khan suddenly rushed forward and took the lead in launching the attack.
The hole flute transformed into thousands of afterimages in his hand, all of which were aimed at Li Xin'an's life gate. Li Xin'an responded calmly, blocking Amutierhan's killing moves one by one.
But there was still someone he couldn't resist. Several holes had appeared on Li Xin'an's body.
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It was supposed to be a fatal resistance, but Li Xin'an just moved his body and dodged it.
Amuter Khan did not feel any better. Li Xin'an was not the one who suffered the loss, and the two had similar cultivation levels. Every time Li Xin'an was injured, he would stab Amuter Khan with his sword.
The two of them were fighting in the same place. During the fight, they were both exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting for their lives.
If this continues, the competition between the two will be based on their own background and who can withstand beatings more.
Amutir Khan secretly knew that something was wrong. The swordsmanship practiced by Li Xin'an coincided with the Taoist saying that "the best is as good as water." In other words, when you are strong, you become strong, and when you are weak, you become weak. The two of them exchanged hundreds of moves, and their fatigue gradually became apparent.
However, Li Xin'an became more and more excited as he fought.
After a hundred moves, the loser will be yourself.
Amuter Khan suddenly pulled away and retreated, at the cost of being stabbed again by Li Xin'an, but he didn't mind either and raised his head and let out a long roar.
The disciples of the Shenhua Congregation who surrounded Li Xin'an and watched eagerly attacked together.
After Amuter Khan appeared, these Shenhuahui disciples did not take any further action and kept waiting for the leader's order.
Facing the crowd that surged up again, Li Xin'an was so angry that he wanted to jump and curse, but he still responded calmly. He opened his sword in an orderly manner, moved around, and wandered among the crowd, dancing with his sword and taking away their lives.
"Oops! Where are the people?"
Li Xin'an suddenly realized that he had lost all traces of Amuter Khan, and there were unfamiliar faces all around him that he didn't recognize.
He secretly activated the "Hidden Killing Wuji Kung". This unique skill of the Blood Clothes Hall made him clearly aware that Amutir Khan was lurking in the crowd at this moment, but his murderous intention was not obvious, or in the melee.
, on the battlefield where people were overwhelmingly trying to kill him, the murderous intention of Amtar Khan was so weak that it was difficult for him to distinguish it.
"We have to sell a flaw to lure him out!" Li Xin'an said secretly.
He gradually slowed down his offensive, switching from active attacks to passive blocks. It looked like he was exhausted internally.
With Amuter Khan's character, he would definitely not let himself go. Death at the hands of ordinary disciples was not what he wanted to see.
But after a while, there was still no movement from Amutier Khan, which made Li Xin'an feel a little depressed. He could hardly continue acting. If he showed any flaws, he would really be chopped into pieces by these disciples of the Shenhua Society.
Got it!
"Selling a sword... you won't die, right?"
Facing the steel knife coming from the left, Li Xin'an pretended not to see it and was hit on the left shoulder by the disciple.
In an instant, Li Xin'an was shocked, and a cold murderous intention spread straight from the rear right side.
"Found you!"
The corners of Li Xin'an's mouth raised slightly, and the internal energy he had suppressed exploded. Dozens of sword energy swung out from "Baihong" and penetrated into the bodies of the disciples of the Shenhua Congregation.
The speed was so fast that Amuter Khan, who had already launched his move, had no time to stop it.
The sword energy cut a Shenhuahui disciple in half from top to bottom, revealing Amutir Khan behind him.
Li Xin'an's legs suddenly exerted force, and when Amuter Khan couldn't avoid it, he swung his sword and split his dongxiao in two.
"How is that possible!" Amuter Khan stared blankly at the hole in his hand that was broken into two parts, and for a moment he forgot to fight back.
"This is made of fine steel, how could it be broken by your sword?"
"It's just an iron flute, what does it count?"
"Amuter Khan, you have been in Chang'an for twenty-six years. Although I don't know if it is really that long, as a Khitan wolf slave, you should know about the case of Liu Tingyu, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, seventeen years ago."
"Did you know that the bloody storm seventeen years ago originated from a sword?"
Li Xin'an said coldly, and the long sword pierced into Amuter Khan's body like raindrops.
Under the severe pain, Li Xin'an's voice became clearer.
"Yes, he is right. I remembered that seventeen years ago, it was indeed because of a sword..."
"The sword made by Pei Min!"
Amu
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Terhan thought of his old friend. Seventeen years ago, Pei Min, the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty, started to forge swords. A sword forged in the heaven and human realm was enough to plunge the entire world into a crazy fight. For the Khitan, it was even more rare.
of treasures.
Its value is naturally not the sword itself. But as long as the Khitan gets it, the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty can take control of it.
Therefore, my friend took the order to seize the sword, and never returned.
Since then, Liu Tingyu has been exposed, and nine-tenths of the Khitan spy network lurking in Chang'an has been destroyed. Only the Shenhua Society he inherited from his father and a deeply hidden minister in the court have escaped.
investigation.
"Is it because of your sword?"
Amtar Khan was lying on the corpses on the ground, his body had been stained red by donated blood, and his eyes were gradually blurred.
"It belongs to my senior brother, but gradually it's because of me." Li Xin'an said.
"Senior brother? Are you... Pei Min's apprentice?"
"yes."
"Haha, that's it." Amuter Khan smiled weakly, "All cause and effect is actually because of you."
"Pei Min's apprentice, Li Chu's subordinate, Murong Bai's friend, what other identity do you have that I don't know about?"
"If you want to know, when I take you back to Chang'an, you tell me what I want. Then, whatever you ask, I will answer." Li Xin'an's long sword sank into Amuter Khan's limbs, wiping out his limbs.
All the tendons were cut off.
The second-grade boxer has since become a useless person.
"What you think is beautiful." Amuter Khan said, "Why should I listen to you?"
"If it falls into my hands, you can't help but not listen."
Seeing that Amuter Khan was about to faint, Li Xin'an quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into Amuter Khan's mouth.
A disciple of the Shenhua Society wanted to come over to rescue his leader, but was chopped to death by Li Xin'an with his sword. He said coldly:
"Anyone who dares to take a step forward will end up like this person!"
Those Shenhuahui disciples have already seen the terror of this young man. Even the leader can't defeat him. If he goes up, he will really die.
They are not afraid of death, but they do not want to die.
The crowd broke through, but three Blood Clothes Hall spies broke out of the encirclement and came to Li Xin'an, protecting him and the seriously injured Amuter Khan.
After a while, Amuter Khan took a breath and woke up leisurely.
"Tell me, where is Murong Bai?" Li Xin'an said in a deep voice.
Amuter Khan did not respond, but closed his eyes tightly and muttered to himself, saying words that Li Xin'an could not understand.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Li Xin'an said helplessly: "You three, take him out."
The three Blood Clothes Hall spies respectfully agreed and lifted Amuter Khan up. Just as they were about to rush out, Amuter Khan suddenly opened his eyes and faced Li Xin'an with a mysterious smile.
.
"Li Xin'an, you shouldn't have saved me, you will regret it."
"What do you mean?" There was a deep doubt between Li Xin'an's brows.
Amtar Khan just smiled, his mouth seemed to move, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Not good!" Li Xin'an's eyes suddenly widened. He took a step forward, grabbed Amuter Khan's chin, and opened his mouth.
Half of his tongue slipped from the back of his hand to the ground.
Amuter Khan's body twitched a few times, faced Li Xin'an, with that mysterious smile, bit his tongue and committed suicide, and died.
Li Xin'an stood sadly. Although Amuter Khan was his enemy, he still deserved his respect.
There was still fighting in the distance. Li Xin'an didn't know how many people had died in Xueyitang. Since Amutir Khan was dead, there was no need to fight so hard anymore.
He swung his sword to chop off Amuter Khan's head, raised it high, and said loudly:
"Amuter Khan is dead. If you surrender, I will spare your life!"
This voice was filled with enough internal energy by him, and it was heard far away, so that everyone who was fighting to the point of jealousy heard this sentence.