"what are you doing!"

One person yelled loudly and ducked away suddenly. A Grandmaster next to him actually released a few poisonous insects, taking advantage of the dim light here to attack.

Several people around him hurriedly evaded upon seeing this, but the man who released the poisonous insect had already rushed towards the Baihong Sword.

"stop!"

Immediately, someone slashed down and tried to stop him.

Facing the incoming sword light, he suddenly turned around in the air and spread out a swarm of poisonous insects again. At the same time, he ejected the long sword in his hand, forcing the other person to duck and avoid it. At the same time, he was already in front of the Baihong Sword and reached for the hilt.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, imagining that after he got the sword, he would use it as a basis to charge out.

He didn't feel bad about the sword he threw out at all, since there was already a better replacement in front of him.

However, before his hand touched the hilt of the sword, his eyes suddenly flashed with what seemed like a flash of white light.

He was also a swordsman, but he didn't see clearly where the white light came from, and he just felt a sudden feeling of hairiness in his heart.

"ah!"

When he looked again, he found that all four fingers were broken off and became crippled, and he immediately screamed.

"What a powerful sword!"

Several people around him were also shocked.

Most of those who could appear here were good swordsmen, but as soon as this sword light appeared, they felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.

It was not like the usual surprise when meeting a master, but rather the terrifying afterthought of being completely unprepared and being killed by someone with an absolute advantage.

It's just that the owner of this sword light didn't kill them.

Several people present turned their heads and looked at the entrance.

At some point, another person walked in from outside.

Dressed in white clothes and with a cold face, he just appeared there, no one noticed when he came in.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, it seemed that he had cut out the sword energy just now.

This person has a very special temperament, and at first glance, there is an indescribable feeling.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a word emerged in their hearts - loneliness.

He seemed very lonely, an indescribable loneliness that came from the depths of his soul.

This is an extremely personal image. Even if you have never seen it, you can still guess who it is.

Wanmei Villa, unparalleled swordsmanship, ruthless swordsman, Ximen Chuixue!

Such a name flashed through everyone's mind, a name that was heard throughout the world.

Ximen Chuixue!

Why would he appear here?

Yan Ming looked at him, full of curiosity.

However, he did not disappoint himself. The image of this ruthless sword god was outstanding enough, fully in line with his expectations, and even exceeded his expectations.

Jin Jiuling next to him was also staring at the other party.

Jin Jiuling has always been arrogant and thinks that he will not be inferior to others.

But facing Ximen Chuixue was completely different from the previous loss to Yan Ming.

After losing to Yan Ming, he still felt unconvinced and wanted to continue to improve his strength and regain his place.

But the Ximen Chuixue in front of him made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his bones. This was not only a suppression of strength and realm, but also the fact that the opponent's swordsmanship was several levels higher than his own, forming a dimensionality reduction.

blow.

For a moment, Jin Jiuling seemed to have an illusion that no matter how hard he tried, he could not surpass the opponent.

The frustration this illusion brought to Jin Jiuling is indescribable.

"Ximen... Chuixue, you, are you here to fight for the White Rainbow Sword too?"

Someone asked stutteringly.

"No." Ximen Chuixue's cold voice came.

"I have my sword, I don't need to change it."

"call……"

Several people breathed a long sigh of relief and rekindled their hope.

If Ximen Chuixue wants to fight with them, no one can stop them, and they won't have any chance again.

Ximen Chuixue glanced at the poisonous insects raging around him, then at the long sword that had just been thrown as a hidden weapon and fell on the ground, and then his eyes fell on the man holding the severed finger in his palm.

His voice became colder.

"Those who use despicable means and hurt others from behind are not worthy of using the sword!"

"Those who abandon the sword at will and prefer the new to the old are not worthy of using the sword!"

Every word Ximen Chuixue said seemed to be full of oppression, hitting the other person's heart.

Although his tone was cold, Yan Ming could clearly hear his anger.

Swordsmen like Ximen Chuixue regard the sword as their friend and their way. They have long regarded the sword as their faith, and they will never see anyone trashing the sword.

The sword in Ximen Chuixue's hand was raised, and there was no wind in his body. His white clothes and black hair were flying, and his movements seemed slow but were actually fast.

The man held his severed hand and wanted to run away, but suddenly he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He didn't see anything clearly, and of course he had no time to escape. This cold feeling seemed to appear in his body out of thin air.

He slowly lowered his head, only to realize that his chest had been penetrated by the sword energy, and his life force was rapidly draining away.

He waved his hand reluctantly, fell backwards, and was completely breathless.

Ximen Chuixue sheathed his sword without giving it a second look.

Normally, he would not be qualified to die under Ximen Chuixue's sword.

For a moment I didn't know whether I should say he was lucky or unlucky.

Ximen Chuixue's sudden appearance and attack stunned everyone present, and no one dared to rashly snatch it.

"Don't look at me. Do whatever you have to do. I'm only interested in the next owner of the Baihong Sword."

Ximen Chuixue said.

His tone was calm, but it made everyone present shudder.

Everyone suddenly guessed what he meant, he wanted to find an opponent!

Whoever grabs the Baihong Sword will be his next target.
Chapter completed!