Wang Dong said: "This is standing upright without shadow. If one day I practice this shadow without any practice, it will be perfect."

Huang Rong was determined to compete and ironically said, "There is no shadow, then it is not a human, but a ghost." However, what she saw now is actually subverting the three views, and she blurted out and turned into: "So what if it is perfect?"

"That is not the realm I can describe now, nor can I understand it. The only thing I can know is that once I reach that realm, the great things in the world will be extremely rare."

Wang Dong was fascinated by leisurely.

His eyes turned to the thatched cottage again, and Yan Shisan seemed to merge with the bluestone under his seat.

Until now, Wang Dong has never stepped onto the river bank, and has never said a word to Yan Shisan.

He came here to see Yan Shisan's Deadly Thirteen Swords and to see the last fifteenth change, not a talk.

Wang Dong knew that this time would never let him wait too long.

Just as Wang Dong was waiting for Yan Shisan to get into the mind and suddenly realize the fifteenth sword, Xie Xiaofeng was very bad.

No matter who it is, he will definitely not be in a good mood when he learns that he only has three days left.

So Xie Xiaofeng was drinking, drinking big gulps, and after drinking one jar, he immediately opened another jar of wine.

This is strong wine. The strong wine enters the throat, and the stinging feeling comes from a burst of hot and stinging pain, just like Xie Xiaofeng's mood at this time.

Under Cuiyun Peak and by the Green Water Lake, Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, defeated his uncle, Hua Shaokun, at the age of twelve, and became famous with one sword.

He seemed to have gathered the elegant fortune of Divine Sword Villa for two hundred years. At the age of 20, he was almost invincible in the world, and his reputation was so high that he even surpassed the seven major sects in the martial arts world. No matter what famous heroes or heroes and overlords came to him, he had to be polite and respectfully called "Xie San Shao"!

But now Xie Xiaofeng felt that he was very failed. Although he was still laughing on his face, he actually just wanted to cry.

Unfortunately, he can't, because he is Xie Xiaofeng!

How could Mr. Xie San, who is unparalleled in the world, be weak?

Even if he will die next moment, he must do a good job of "Xie Xiaofeng" now!

Just like when a monk hits a bell every day, he is Xie Xiaofeng for one day, and he must be Xie Xiaofeng for the rest of his life.

The name Xie Xiaofeng represents not only respect for glory, but also a confinement curse.

Jian Chuanxue was sighing. He looked at Xie Xiaofeng, and tears almost fell in his eyes: "I should have advised you to drink less."

Although Jian Chuanxue is unknown, his father is very famous.

His father was a famous miracle doctor in the world. He was reborn with one finger and was reborn with the other finger. He was Mr. Jian, who was known as "reborn with the dead".

Few people know that. In fact, Jian Chuanxue's medical skills have long been beyond his predecessor, surpassing his father, Mr. Jian Da.

On that day, Xie Xiaofeng fought with Tie Kaicheng first, and when his spirit was slightly relaxed, several swords hidden in the dark launched a surprise attack.

These few swords hidden in the dark are all rare and brilliant swordsmen in the world. Although Xie Xiaofeng is very aware, he has old injuries on his body and no murderous intention in the sword. Therefore, although he defeated the enemy, he has added a few new injuries on his body.

Although these new injuries were deeply pricked, they could not kill him. Coincidentally, he met a good friend of the past.

Fortunately, this good friend happened to carry the top-notch Jinchuang medicine.

Unfortunately, Xie Xiaofeng, a good friend, was a little careless. When applying Jinchuang medicine to him, he accidentally applied "Bob Sol" to him.

Jinchuang medicine produces muscles, transforms bones and disperses bones. Xie Xiaofeng can't withstand even the body of steel and iron bones.

When Brother Xie found him and brought him to Mr. Jian, "resurrecting the dead" could only become a waste of time.

"I can't save you, and there is no medicine in the world that can relieve the poison on you." Mr. Jian's answer was calm and cruel: "You will die at most seven days, at least three days. If I were you, I should think about how to arrange the funeral afterwards."

Xie Xiaofeng just smiled: "Now I just want to drink."

"I can still smile calmly in front of my life and death. Who else can have such a heroic spirit in the world except Mr. Xie San?" Mr. Jian laughed: "I may not have anything else here, but I don't lack good wine. If Mr. Xie San wants to drink, I will get it with all my pleasure."

"Although the wine here is good, it is not my taste." Xie Xiaofeng turned around and walked out.

"I will accompany you, and I will accompany you as much as you drink." The person who spoke was Jian Chuanxue: "Water alone can only drink bitter wine. No matter what, drinking two people is much more pleasant than drinking one person..."

Not only did they go to drink, but they also went to the gambling hall and won a lot of cheers. Then they beat the thugs who were sent to the gambling hall to the point of being slaughtered, Jian Chuanxue and Xie Xiaofeng went to Grandma Han's brothel, spent a lot of money and spent all the money they won from the gambling hall.

In the end, the two of them stood arm around and found a tavern made of sheds in the corner of the street to drink. The wine here was not good, at least it was far inferior to the famous wine collected by Mr. Jian Da, but both of them drank very happily.

"Of course you can't persuade me, because you are my friend." Xie Xiaofeng laughed.

"Friend?" Jian Chuanxue was stunned for a moment, tears had already rolled down in his eyes. He suddenly reached out and opened his bow left and right, and "papa" his palms hit his face heavily, and blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth.

"You..." Xie Xiaofeng looked at him in surprise.

Jian Chuanxue's face was distorted due to the violent painful struggle in his heart: "I hit myself because you, Xie Xiaofeng, regard me as a friend, but I am not a human, I am a beast! Do you know that I am actually a member of the Heavenly Lord. They found me just to let me add some bone-decaying medicine to your wounds so that you can die faster."

Some people have lived like new things, while others have been as good as before. Although Jian Chuanxue only had a relationship with Xie Xiaofeng for one night, he has already regarded Xie Xiaofeng as a friend.

The unparalleled young master Xie San could not die under the sword, but died under the conspiracy of the deceitful villain. This is actually an indescribable sadness.

Jian Chuanxue would never want to see such sorrow.

He knew that if he revealed his background, he would inevitably be retaliated by the Heavenly Lord, but he was also prepared to put life and death aside.

There are some ghosts and monsters in the world, but there is no shortage of passionate men. Passionate men, one word of heart, life and death are no longer lingering. Isn’t this the most gorgeous and attractive part of the world?

Xie Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "They don't want to wait for three days?"

Of course he knew that Murong Qiudi was the leader of the Heavenly Lord. He would rather believe that the people under the Heavenly Lord made their own decisions than believe that Murong Qiudi hated him so much.

Jian Chuanxue said: "Three quarters of an hour has been too long, let alone three days? Xie Xiaofeng is unparalleled in the world. Even if he is infected with an unsolvable poison, as long as he has a breath, who dares to underestimate it?"

"But I did not read it wrong as a friend." Xie Xiaofeng patted his shoulder.

"Yes, they dare not underestimate you, but underestimate me." Jian Chuanxue looked at Xie Xiaofeng, took a deep breath, as if he had finally made up his mind, and said slowly: "They don't know that the poison you were infected with is actually not absolutely helpless."

As soon as these words were spoken, a light shone on Xie Xiaofeng's face.

Xie Xiaofeng is not afraid of death because he has never felt the taste of "death". As long as his sword is still under control, life and death are under control.

But Xie Xiaofeng didn't want to die either.

He has a brilliant family background and a prominent reputation. He will be respected wherever he goes.

He is a genius who learns martial arts and may not be able to practice swordsmanship in his entire life. He can be diligent and proficient in ten and a half months. Since he came out of the world with one sword, he has never been defeated.

Never defeated once.

How could a person like him be willing to die?

Xie Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask, "Who else can save me?"
Chapter completed!