The woman seemed to become more and more crazy in an instant, and her tone contained a scent of excitement, "You can pick one of these four swords first. As long as you can beat me by the sword, you can take all four swords back, but if you can't beat me by the sword, you can take two swords back, and I will pick two swords inside and return me. Also, the process of our sword comparison, including the process of how you get the sword back when you meet me here, you can't reveal it to anyone. Even if the leader of your Sword Sect asks, you can't disclose it. Can you do it?"

"Are I able to get these four swords back as long as I win over you with the sword? And I don't have to hide the process of how to get these four swords back?" Shang Shizhou was completely calmed down.

A monk who falls into the depravity is a monk who falls into the extreme madness.

He stole four swords and wanted to compete with himself in this way.

Do you also have to hide the process of sword comparison?

But when it comes to sword competition, Shang Shizhou has great confidence in his heart. He doesn't think that he will not be able to win the woman in front of him alone.

The woman nodded and said, "You are right, but if you lose, you must swear to keep your promise, otherwise I can keep you alive, but the other three in the post station will take their heads at any time."

"What kind of means of doing this?"

"If I violate my oath, I don't have to die. The three of them will take the blame?"

Shang Shizhou only thought it was very absurd, but then he felt arrogant and said, "Then I will take the sword and fight you!"

The woman moved, moved aside and asked him to choose from the four swords at will.

Shang Shizhou's mouth was filled with a confident smile.

He took the "Xiawei" directly!

With such a good sword in hand, I won’t steam your face!

...

In the Xiongfeng Inn, three powerful sword masters from the Canglang Sword Sect were waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, the faces of the three people changed drastically. They heard the sound of breaking through the air, and then felt the familiar breath of true energy.

"Uncle Shangshi!"

Jiang Yaoze exclaimed in surprise.

But when Shang Shizhou stopped in front of them, he was stunned again.

Shang Shizhou's face looked extremely ugly, and there was a blood bag on his forehead. His right hand couldn't help but tremble, and his wrist seemed to have a big problem.

He was carrying two swords in his left hand.

One is a "turbid wave" and the other is a "fish white".

He stuffed both swords into Jiang Yaoze's hand and walked directly into his room.

"Don't ask, I'll die if you ask!"

"We'll go back soon!"

Jiang Yaoze and others were about to ask about the other two swords, but they heard such a sound.
Chapter completed!