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Chapter 396 394. Coming alone, the old master cuts off the way forward

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    Outside Tangjiabao.

    ??In the small woods.

    "The mountains and rivers are poor, miasma abounds, and haze accompanies it."

    Ximen Duanjue, who was poisoned by a strange poison, ran in a hurry.

    Suddenly, there was a sonorous sound from one side, roaring in the sky, and the sword light cut through the turbid air in the dense forest with the cold.

    Ximen Duanjue suddenly paused and stopped.

    Accompanied by a gust of wind that was flying sand and rocks, Senhan's sword energy passed in front of him almost close to his chest. A big tree five feet away to the left split into two parts and fell. There were cracks on the ground.

    A few broken hairs, only to be noticed later, fluttered down.

    If he had not been alert, the sword would have fallen on him if he had missed it by just a few seconds. Ximen Duanjue broke out in a cold sweat.  He turned towards the direction where the sword light came from and shouted: "Who are you?"

    The clothes are as white as snow, spotless.

    This is a young man, no more than thirty - at least in appearance.

    He holds the scabbard in one hand and holds it behind his back, and holds the sword in one hand, hanging down to the ground.  His eyes were indifferent, he looked at Ximen Duanjue without answering.

    But although he didn't answer, someone answered on his behalf.

    But it¡¯s not to answer who he is, but¡ª¡ª

    "It doesn't matter who he is. What matters is who I am."

    Behind the swordsman in white, in the distance, a figure was undulating in the forest, approaching from far away, arriving in a moment, standing side by side with the swordsman.

    He has gray hair, a goatee, a black robe, a medium build, and a stern look.

    A common single sword is held upside down behind the shoulder.

    The knife has no sheath.

    Ximen cut off his guard and said, "Who are you?"

    "My surname is Tang, the Tang from the Tang clan is called Tang Yitian."

    The old man in black robe said.

    "Tang Yitian, Tang Yitian" Ximen Duanjue's pupils shrank, his mind was spinning, and he was thinking about the details, and then he had a flash of inspiration and said: "You are the Tang Sect martial artist who went to Longmu Island more than 20 years ago and never came back.  Crazy, Tang Yitian?"

    The old man in black robe said: "Not bad."

    Ximen Duanjue had an ugly expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "Since you have already left Longmu Island and were in Tangjia Fort just now, why didn't you come forward to stop me?"

    Tang Yitian said: "Because I don't want too many people to know my existence."

    Ximen said decisively: "Then you show up now to kill me?"

    Tang Yitian said: "Not bad."

    Ximen Duanjue pointed at the swordsman in white and said, "Where is he? He wants to kill me too?"

    Tang Yitian shook his head: "No, his physical skills are better than mine, he just came to stop you first."

    Ximen Duanjue laughed at himself: "It seems that the poisoned Ximen Duanjue is no longer a threat to you."

    Tang Yitian remained silent.

    Ximen Duanjue sarcastically said, "But the disciples of the Tang Clan will only take advantage of others' danger?"

    Tang Yitian said: "The Tang Sect uses poison and hidden weapons. Tang Sect disciples have never been gentlemen."

    Ximen Duanjue gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay, come on then, let me see what the former master of the Tang Sect is capable of now."

    "You will see it."

    Tang Yitian turned his hand, and the blade rotated. In an instant, he lifted it upside down and corrected his grip. He rushed out with a quick step and slashed the blade from back to front and from top to bottom.

    Split out.

    The light of the knife flickered in the forest.

    The poisonous demon is roaring.

    ¡­¡­

    The white blade entered the body, and blood splattered.  A little stained on the hands.

    Ximen Duanjue held the back of the sword in his hand, and with a burst of true energy, he surged with rage. The moment the single sword collapsed and broke, the wave of energy turned into a tide, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, the sound shook all directions.

    Everybody retreated in shock.

    The duel begins, the duel ends.

    It only takes a moment for the masters to compete.

    Within three feet.

    Old trees fell to the ground, broken trees lay across the ground, frozen soil overturned, and new soil covered the dead branches and leaves.

    This is a mess, and everything is stained with blood.

    The swordsman in white stood outside the battle circle. He had already returned his sword to its sheath, but he still had a cold expression on his face as he watched the battle begin and end.

    Tang Yitian holds half of the broken sword, condenses the sword fingers with his left hand, first seals the acupoints to protect the heart, then presses on the shoulders, sliding all the way down from the shoulders to the wrists, the tiger's mouth cracks, and the black poisonous blood is forced out, dripping bit by bit.

    It was unexpected for Ximen to cut off the poison from his blood. However, when the knife penetrated his chest, he accidentally splashed a few drops of poisonous blood on his hand. In an instant, it seeped directly from the skin into Xue Ye, approaching his heart veins.  , almost?He capsized in the gutter.

    Although he is fond of martial arts but not proficient in poison techniques, he was born in the Tang sect and has heard and heard about poisons since he was a child. His understanding of poisons is better than most people in the world. Fortunately, his skills are high enough to contain and force them out in time.

    Then he looked at Ximen Duanjue in front of him with bright eyes.

    Tang Yitian asked: "Are you not poisoned?"

    In a short period of fighting, he fired seven swords, but he actually failed to kill Ximen Duanjue. He was either blocked or avoided. Only two of his swords hurt people. This old demon's skill was still at its peak.  .

    Ximen Duanjue is not dead yet.

    ¡°But even though he¡¯s not dead yet, he¡¯s definitely not feeling well.

    His left hand dropped weakly, and his arm was cut open. There was a gash nearly a foot long. Half of the white blade was still stuck in his chest, and he did not dare to take it out. He had already pressed acupoints on himself immediately and tried his best to stop the bleeding. However, two  The wounds were still bleeding, and in a moment, the clothes all over his body were soaked with blood, forming a pool of blood at his feet, hissing, bubbling, and the toxins in the blood continued to corrode the ground.

    At this time, he was kneeling on one knee, relying on a big tree on the other side of the battle circle for support. He was panting rapidly. Hearing Tang Yitian's words, he said unwillingly: "If you weren't poisoned, do you think that with these few swords of yours?"  , can hurt me?"

    Tang Yitian said: "You still have such strong internal power after being poisoned. It seems that the impact of the poison on you is not that great."

    Ximen Duanjue took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly, and said, "Do you think the word Poison Demon was picked up?"

    Tang Yitian praised: "What a poisonous demon."

    Ximen Duanjue sneered.

    Tang Yitian took a deep look at him, threw out the broken knife, and inserted it into a tree trunk as easily as piercing tofu. When the knife did not reach the hilt, the man turned away: "Ximen, let's go."

    Ximen Duanjue¡¯s eyes narrowed and he asked, ¡°What do you mean?¡±

    Tang Yitian paused for a moment, without looking back, and said: "Since you have been poisoned, I cannot defeat you with force. I only take action to save the seven lives of the Tang Sect disciples who died in your hands during this period. I will only use seven swords. You  Since I can take it, I will not kill you today. But if you can survive and humiliate the Tang Clan, I will look for you again."

    Just strode away.

    It seems that although he considers himself not a gentleman, he is not completely unscrupulous.  At least, he didn't take advantage of his illness to take his life until death.

    Looking at the backs of the two of them, Ximen Duanjue sneered softly: "pedantic"

    Unable to hold on, he vomited a mouthful of blood, then looked for a direction, forced himself to take a breath, and ran out staggeringly.

    The pursuers from Tangjiabao will come at any time. We cannot stay in this place for long.

    Soon we arrived at a river valley. After thinking for a moment, we made up our minds and tried to hold on. We walked from the river and went down the river. The sound of clear springs diluted the blood under our feet and eliminated the traces along the way.  The fish turned white, no harm was expected, and drifted down the river.

    After traveling for a while, we landed at a certain place.

    However, not long after, there was a loud sound from behind.

    Ximen Duanjue¡¯s expression changed.

    Still unable to escape, the pursuers have arrived.

    The next moment, a loud voice shouted: "Devil, where are you going?"

    Five or six people caught up from behind and surrounded the west gate.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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