"hehe!"

Su Qing smiled and said nothing.

The woman frowned.

"Sir, could it be that you are not keeping your word?"

The wind was freezing cold, and there was snow flying on the river. Feeling the coldness blowing in, Su Qing looked at the candied haws in her hand, and said softly without raising her head: "Girl, you really have a bad memory. You forgot that you asked me just now."

I’ve answered one question for you, but as for the second question, I’m afraid you won’t get the answer today!”

"Bold, how dare you tease the Lord!"

Behind the woman stood a man in white clothes with a ghostly face, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he yelled at her.

"shut up!"

But the woman in white chuckled, waved her hand, and then looked at the mysterious person who appeared in front of her, and said in a soft voice: "Sir, it's too early to speak. Yan Shisan hasn't spoken yet. If I let him

Come and ask, you will always know, so sir, you will definitely not refuse!"

Su Qing turned her head and looked at the snow-white woman in front of her. Under her body was the softest, most luxurious and most precious soft blanket in the world. It was spread from the dirty low stool to the ground.

Her feet seemed to be separated from the grease in the room.

Eyes facing each other.

Su Qing looked into the other person's eyes and smiled gently: "Your eyes remind me of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Unfortunately, it's not good!"

"Oh? What's wrong?"

The woman was surprised.

"Too much sadness!"

Su Qing said.

While the two were talking, they saw fighting outside the window.

The waves of the river are rushing, and the iron rope is crossing the river. Two figures step on it, facing each other in the distance in the wind and snow.

One person is on the left and one person is on the right.

The one on the left has disheveled hair and a cold face, holding a sword in his hand.

His hair is black, his clothes are black, and even his sword is black. The black scabbard and the black handle look particularly eye-catching, lonely, and unknown in the vast white snow. Fortunately, his hands are white.

, showing a bloodless paleness, not as white as a living hand, holding his sword tightly, perhaps too tightly, so that his muscles and bones were exposed, exuding a compelling murderous aura.

It is indeed unknown. The deadly swordsman is the most unknown existence in this world, because if this person stands in front of you one day, it means that your death has come.

This is also the saddest thing for swordsmen in the world. First, there was Xie Xiaofeng who dominated the swordsmanship. He was so powerful that he was invincible in the world. He was revered as the sword god by the martial arts. Then there was this one, Yan Shisan.

This man was born in a family of swordsmanship. With the help of his family's life-threatening swordsmanship, he realized the Thirteen Life-Death Swordsmanship. His talent was so high that it was rare in the world. From the day he entered the world, he killed countless people with his sword.

He has never met an opponent in his life. It is said in the world that this man's swordsmanship is comparable to that of the sword god Xie Xiaofeng.

In one era, two great swordsmen emerged.

This is both brilliant and sad, because the top is called the top because this location is too narrow and steep, and can only accommodate one person alone.

There is no first in literature, no second in military affairs.

Everyone knows that one day, these two people will have to fight.

The person opposite is the long-famous swordsman in the world, Wuchang Swordsman, Zhou Tong, wearing a raincoat and wearing a hat. He is carrying a white paper lantern in one hand and a thin sword in the other. It is dark and ancient, and it is also a famous sword.

The man's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he said in a vicious voice: "Are you the killer who likes to kill people behind your back, Yan Shisan?"

Yan Shisan stood with his sword in his arms. Under his disheveled black hair, a pair of cold black eyes that looked like paint slowly lifted up.

"I never kill anyone behind my back!"

Both of them stepped on the rope with both feet, only fluctuating with the wind in the wind and snow, like two light feathers stuck to the iron rope. There were dangerous waves under their feet. If they were not careful, they would be buried in the cold current and face an eternal disaster.

Just watching, the onlookers were shocked and chilled all over.

"Your brother is also someone who deserves to be killed, Zhou Tong, why bother asking for death!"

Yan Shisan's pale face showed neither sadness nor joy, no expression.

"Speaking shamelessly will lead to death!"

A sharp light suddenly appeared in Zhou Tong's eyes. He tiptoed a little and flew up like a flying swallow through the air. He moved like an arrow. He shook his sword with his right hand. He immediately saw dozens of green sword flowers suddenly appearing in the wind and snow. His sword skills were exquisite and wonderful.

.

But the eyes of countless onlookers by the river suddenly widened, and they saw Zhou Tong, who was attacking fiercely and with amazing swordsmanship, suddenly his eyes dimmed. He held the sword in his hand, like a sparrow with folded wings, and drew an arc in the air.

Then he fell straight into the river and died a simple death.

A black sword, unsheathed at some point, was lying across the snow.

The dark and simple sword was decorated with thirteen pearls, and a drop of blood slid down the tip of the sword, still warm.

Whose sword is this?

Yan Shisan’s sword.

The name of the sword is Bone Poison.

He held the sword in his right hand, shook the sword, and blood splashed down. Immediately, the black sword returned to its sheath, and he turned around and walked towards the inn.

A duel without any suspense.

Yan Shisan sealed his throat with one sword.

There was already an uproar on the river bank.

"It's a pity that no matter how good his swordsmanship is, there is still the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa in this world..."

A word came to his ears along the wind.

Yan Shisan's originally expressionless face was inexplicably stagnant, and then he let out a roar, his black hair raging, and he was as crazy as a demon.

"ah……"

The long and shrill roar seemed to be even colder than the wind and snow, which shocked everyone. They all looked frightened and fled away like birds and beasts.

On the inn.

Su Qing and the woman took everything in their eyes, their eyes were dull and they had been waiting for a long time.

Until Yan Shisan entered the building and went upstairs.

He looked at Su Qing, his eyes flashed, and said: "I will help you kill someone, and you answer me a question!"

Su Qing nodded and said: "Okay!"

"Wait a minute!"

The woman in white suddenly spoke.

"I wonder if my little lady can help you decide what questions to ask? Of course, you can also make a condition!"

At the end, he emphasized: "Any conditions!"

A strange smile appeared inexplicably on Yan Shisan's pale face, and his smile was a little stiff.

"Tianzun?"

He looked at Su Qing again.

"You don't have to look at me. The words come out of your mouth. As for what you ask, it's none of my business!" Su Qing held the bunch of candied haws in her hand, as if just looking at it was enough.

Before Yan Shisan could speak, the woman in white had already repeated what she had said before. "What I want to ask is, how to kill Xie Xiaofeng!"

As soon as he heard the words "Xie Xiaofeng", Yan Shisan's expression became a little strange and weird.

But he didn't repeat the woman's words, but asked: "Can I win?"

After hearing these four words, the woman's eyes changed and she no longer spoke. She seemed to suddenly be looking forward to the answer to this question and was quietly waiting for Su Qing to answer.

"Ugh!"

Su Qing groaned, and her voice fell slightly: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. News came out from Shenjian Villa half a day ago..."

Glancing between their eyes, he slowed down his tone, as if he wanted to speak more clearly.

"Xie Xiaofeng is dead!"

This answer simply exceeded everyone's expectations.

Yan Shisan didn't expect it, and neither did the Lord of Heaven.

But their reactions were surprisingly similar.

"Dead?"

The pupils of Yan Shisan's eyes first dilated, and then shrank. In the blink of an eye, his face turned into a ferocious shape, and he screamed: "Dead?"

The Lord of Heavenly Lord trembled in his delicate body and uttered a sound in his mouth. Under the veil, there was a sound of gnashing of teeth and a pair of jade hands clenching.

"I don't believe it!"
To be continued...