Bright blood slowly flowed from the corner of Huangfuye's lips and the right hand holding the sword...

Blood beads as bright red as pearls dripped from the sharp, smooth and gently trembling sword tip, staining the ground red, and the gorgeous blood flowers soaked into the moss like watermarks.

His face was cold, as cold as a frozen pool in the twelfth lunar month.

The air was as solid as ice.

Suddenly, the body of the man in black who was standing upright shook. The Shura mask on his face was cut into two pieces. It fell straight to his feet with a "clang", and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out from his mouth: "Pfft."

—!"

Embarrassingly, he stuck the tip of the sword on the bluestone to stabilize his body. The blood in his chest was boiling, and his internal organs were aching as if they had been displaced. The man in black stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of sadness and happiness flashed in his deep eyes.

The person who won this duel and the person who lost was actually him!

Huangfuye suffered minor external injuries in exchange for considerable internal injuries. Who is superior and inferior can be judged with one move. Although he only showed eight points of strength and was not good at swordsmanship... But Huangfuye was not a man like that.

Didn't he hide it deeply and fail to show his full strength? Everyone in the world said that his marksmanship was amazing, but who knew that his swordsmanship was also peerless?

Fortunately, for the sake of safety, he wore an extra layer of disguise, otherwise... Huangfuye's personal guards hiding in the dark might have discovered his true appearance...

"You lost." Huangfuye didn't look back. A wanton smile appeared on his lips. He slowly raised his left hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth. His black eyes were as bright as a sword, and he raised his hand arrogantly like an emperor controlling everything.

jaw.

No one has ever been able to take over his Wan Jian Gui Yi, who has exerted seven percent of his strength, unscathed!

A real master's duel will not be as exciting as the storyteller said, with big moves thrown around and flying sand and rocks - when it reaches a certain level, any gorgeous moves will be a burden. A real master will simplify the complex! A duel

At every turn, he would only use one of his peak moves. Although it was plain and simple, the danger involved was more than three hundred rounds of fighting!

With one move, either you die or I die.

"Why are you showing mercy?" The voice was hoarse. A faint sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the man in black's mouth. A strange light flashed through his eyes. His right hand vibrated slightly, and two black balls reached the palm of his hand.

"Because, what I need is a living mouth." Huangfu Ye raised his eyebrows and waved his sword lazily, swiping away the bright red blood on the tip of the sword. The sharp and cold murderous aura in his body did not dissipate but only condensed even more!

"It's a pity that I have no interest in staying as a guest. Huangfu Ye, I will leave the broken picture of Kirin with you for now. I will come back to get it again." With a regretful curl of his lips, the man in black pulled out the Qilin that was stuck on the ground like lightning.

Sword, the two black balls in his hand hit the ground hard!

Huangfu Ye noticed something was wrong, his peerless eyes suddenly burst out with a cold light, and he turned around suddenly, but it was already too late.

With a "boom", white smoke exploded, making it impossible to see your fingers. Among them, eye-irritating medicinal powder shot directly into Huangfuye's eyes!

Outside the smoke, the figure of the man in black suddenly and strangely split into eight afterimages, following eight directions, escaping into the night like lightning!

"Chase me! Live!" Huangfu Ye's cold command came from the smoke!

"Yes, Your Highness!"
Chapter completed!