The palm of his hand was cut off, and the piercing pain made Shen Wu no longer able to fight Su Yingsong. He could only rely on his body skills and his intact left hand to barely hold on.
With great difficulty, he managed to get rid of Su Yingsong's subsequent sword blows and fled in embarrassment to Nangong Huai's ancestors and grandsons.
Everyone saw that Shen Wu, who had been arrogant just now, was now soaked in blood and his hair was disheveled like a bereaved dog.
Nangong Yue's face was full of horror, "How could this happen?"
Shen Wuqiang endured the pain and said: "Mr. Nangong, I will fight a bloody path for you, you run away quickly."
After saying that, he rushed straight towards the black suit.
Nangong Yue took her grandfather's hand and was about to follow, but was stopped by Xiao He.
"Xiao He, what are you doing?" Nangong Yue shouted anxiously. In her opinion, this was their only chance to escape.
Xiao He didn't speak, he just raised his chin in the direction where Shen Wu rushed up.
Nangong Yue turned around and saw Shen Wu, who was at the end of his strength, kicked back by black clothes.
Nangong Yue couldn't help but swallowed, her face turned pale, "It's over, there is absolutely no hope now."
"Hahaha, old Nangong, today is the day you die!"
Su Yingsong laughed wildly, but he didn't think the people in the private room could stop him at this time.
Nangong Huai raised his head and looked at Su Yingsong without changing his expression, "I am the person you want to kill. Can you let my granddaughter and others go?"
"Haha, Nangong Huai, Mount Tai collapsed without causing any chaos. You are worthy of being a hero."
Su Yingsong couldn't help but admire Nangong Huai's calmness.
"Okay, I'll give you some face. The others can leave, but your granddaughter will also die."
Hearing this, Qian Banzhang raised his hands towards Nangong Huai and said ashamedly: "Mr. Nangong, I..."
Nangong Huai waved his hand, "Mr. Qian, there is no need to say more."
"Alas!" Qian Banzhang said no more, turned around and walked to the door of the private room to distance himself from Nangong Huai's ancestors and grandchildren.
Even Shen Wu dragged his body aside and moved aside. It was better to die than to live. He was just using money to protect Nangong Huai, so there was no need to risk his life.
But Xiao He stood motionless.
"Xiao He, why are you still standing there? Why don't you go away quickly?" Nangong Yue had tears in her eyes.
Although Nangong Yue and Xiao He had just gone head-to-head with Mai Mang, when it came to a life-or-death moment, she still didn't want Xiao He to get involved. Even Shen Wu was no match, and he would definitely die if he stayed.
Nangong Huai also advised: "Mr. Xiao, take good care of yourself. This is a grudge between me and that person. The old man died in one move without regrets."
Speaking of this, Nangong Huai looked at his granddaughter lovingly. This was the only thing he couldn't bear, and his granddaughter would die with him.
However, Xiao He just smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Nangong, now that I have encountered this matter, there is no way I can leave."
"This time, let me repay you for sending someone to help out that day!"
Xiao He has always been a man of revenge and kindness. Even if others only give him a small amount of kindness, he will always repay it.
"Xiao He, you idiot, I don't need you here to repay any favors, just get out of here!"
Nangong Yuelihua cursed angrily, but she couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart. There was a man who was not afraid of death by her side, how could she not be moved.
Su Yingsong scolded impatiently: "Boy, if you want to live, get out of here, otherwise I will let you become a dead soul under my sword now."
Even Shen Wu, who was quite famous in the world, was defeated by his sword. How could he look down on a nobody?
"I don't know how deep the sky is." Shen Wu shouted coldly.
Qian Banzhang wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything to others if he was reluctant.
Xiao He didn't bother to talk nonsense with Su Yingsong, and took a step forward to block Nangong Huai's ancestors and grandsons, "Then it depends on whether you have the life to take it." His eyes were as deep as ancient pools, and a playful smile appeared on his face. corner of mouth.
Su Yingsong felt that the cold light in Xiao He's eyes was like two sharp swords, piercing towards him. An inexplicable cold air instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to his heart, and he couldn't help but tremble.
This kid is actually a warrior! His aura is not even lower than that of Shen Wu.
Su Yingsong narrowed his eyes: "Boy, it seems that I did make a mistake, but you are still no match for me."
Xiao He smiled coldly: "Even if I stand still, you can't hurt me."
"Arrogant kid!"
Su Yingsong was immediately angered by Xiao He. Although he was only ranked 19th on the assassin list, he was different today.
He has practiced the swordsmanship he got from the ancient tombs in seclusion for half a year, and now he has a small degree of success. After going out to kill Nangong Huai this time, I believe he will be ranked among the top ten, so how can he be ranked among the top ten? He shrank in front of this young boy.
As he spoke, Su Yingsong already held the sword across his chest. In an instant, he raised his sword and stabbed towards Xiao He like a dragon flying back and forth.
The so-called boxing is afraid of young strength. To deal with Shen Wu, Su Yingsong used the tactic of showing the enemy weakness and slowly trying to defeat him. But with Xiao He, he did not dare to put too much pressure on him. He wanted to fight quickly and it was best to kill with one sword.
His call was like a white rainbow piercing the sun, which was extremely fast and ruthless. Just now Shen Wu's hand was cut off by his sword. Su Yingsong was confident that Xiao He would definitely be defeated by his sword.
"Xiao He, be careful!" Nangong Yue shouted with great concern.
But Xiao He still stood on the same spot, as unmoving as an upright old pine. Su Yingsong's expression changed slightly. He was not sure whether this boy was arrogant or arrogant, or whether he had something to rely on.
"Death!" Su Yingsong shouted, no matter what your plans are, I will defeat them with one strike of my sword.
When the tip of Su Yingsong's sword was only a few inches away from Xiao He's chest, Xiao He's right hand reached out, passed through Su Yingsong's sharp sword flower, and clamped the tip of the sword firmly with both fingers.
It has to be said that Su Yingsong's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, but his speed is only limited to ordinary people. For Xiao He, it is like crawling at a snail's pace, because his spiritual consciousness can easily capture the trajectory of any Su Yingsong's sword.
"What?" Su Yingsong was horrified that this kid could hold the tip of his sword so easily.
Not only was Su Yingsong shocked, but even Shen Wu, who had never taken a liking to Xiao He, was dumbfounded.
It is absolutely impossible to catch a sword with bare hands without completely crushing the opponent's strength.
Who is this kid? Why hasn't he heard that there is such a number one person in Jincheng?
After a brief moment of confusion, Su Yingsong turned his wrist, and the soft sword detached from Xiao He's fingertips. He touched the ground with his toes, jumped into the air, and slashed down with the sword.
Split Huashan with all your strength!
The sword gang, like a gust of wind and rain, poured down on Xiao He's head. Su Yingsong used this sword with great force. Even if there was a piece of granite in front of him, he was confident of splitting it in half.
The sword was blowing at the ends of Xiao He's hair, and his hair was flying in all directions like a strong wind, but Xiao He still didn't move at all.
The corner of Su Yingsong's mouth curled up with a sinister look, "Boy, let's see what you can do to resist this time."
Shen Wu looked at this scene jokingly. Although Xiao He's previous performance really amazed him, the fault of this kid was that he was too young and frivolous. He didn't even dodge in the face of such a cruel sword move. He really thought he had mastered it. A golden bell cover and an iron cloth shirt are not enough.
Nangong Yue's palms were sweating, and her eyes were staring at Xiao He without blinking. The only thing she could do at this time was to pray silently for Xiao He in her heart.
"Death!" Su Yingsong yelled out one word, his voice as low and hoarse as sandpaper, filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.
But Su Yingsong's expectation of Xiao He being split open in the head did not happen.
Just listen to the clear sound of "Keng!" The sound of metal and stone clashing together.
Su Yingsong's soft sword was instantly broken into two pieces.
Everyone took a closer look, and a three-foot-long sword with a green light suddenly appeared in Xiao He's hand.