The deathly silence of Jianshan Mountain.

Qin Wushuang stood frozen like a sculpture.

Looking at the Lingxiao Sword in Su Xuan's hand, Qin Wushuang felt that he was dreaming.

Decades of refining are not as good as one move from Su Xuan's hand?

He couldn't accept it.

"No!"

He roared angrily, his eyes bleeding as he activated the Lingxiao Sword, trying to take it back.

But what he got was a terrifying backlash.

"puff!"

Qin Wushuang vomited blood and staggered back.

"Why?"

Qin Wushuang stared at Su Xuan who was walking over, with a ferocious look on his face.

Why was his defeat so sudden, so miserable, and so simple?

Qin Wushuang did not believe that there was such a defiant young person in the world! Su Xuan looked indifferent, looking at Qin Wushuang who was defeated, and cruelly stepped on him under his feet.

"How come there are so many reasons in the world? I win and you lose, that's all."

Su Xuan said indifferently.

"I don't accept it!"

Qin Wushuang roared, thinking of how brilliant his life was.

But the brighter the first half of life was, the more miserable it is now.

Su Xuan sneered, not planning to torture him, at least he didn't beg for mercy.

Su Xuan looked down on many people, but at least those with tough bones were not in this category.

If Qin Wushuang begs for mercy, he will torture him! "Die!"

Su Xuan said coldly.

but.

"stop!"

A cry full of anxiety sounded.

At the bottom of the sword mountain, Xiuxiu ran up carrying a sword box.

Her face was full of panic.

Su Xuan paused, but did not look at Xiuxiu at first glance, but looked to the left.

There... Nangong quietly backed away.

Su Xuan sneered: "You'd better stop."

Nangong hesitated. After seeing Su Xuan's speed, he didn't think he could escape, and immediately froze with an ugly expression on his face.

And at this moment.

Xiuxiu had already run up and looked at Su Xuan pleadingly: "He has been defeated by you, please don't kill him."

"Why?"

Su Xuan asked her.

"Because..." Xiuxiu spoke subconsciously, but paused when she looked at Su Xuan's cold eyes.

She was speechless for a moment.

"Because you were his swordsman?

Because he has already lost?

Or is it because you begged me for mercy?"

Su Xuan asked indifferently.

Xiuxiu's face turned pale.

She is kind and simple, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand the dangers of the world.

On the contrary, she knows very well, otherwise she, a little girl, would not be able to live until now.

But it was understanding that made her understand that Su Xuan had no reason to let Qin Wushuang, his enemy.

She pursed her lips and had tears in her eyes, full of grievances.

"Don't you want me to carry the sword box for you? I can help you, but can you let him live? He has an innate sword body and will definitely fight for Donghuang in the future. He shouldn't die so unworthy."

Xiuxiu said sadly.

Su Xuan raised his eyebrows, Xiuxiu's words obviously revealed a lot of information.

but.

The corner of Su Xuan's mouth curled up with a cold look: "I don't need you to carry it anymore.

As for what you said about fighting for Donghuang, what does it have to do with me!"

Said.

Su Xuan grabbed Qin Wushuang.

"Who are you?"

Qin Wushuang was staring at Su Xuan intently at this moment, his mind filled with Xiu Xiu's words.

Let Xiuxiu carry the sword case?

Isn’t this what ‘Chen Xuance’ said?

"You have the answer in your heart."

Su Xuan paused, then sneered: "If you destroy one of my clones, just replace it."

Qin Wushuang's face suddenly turned pale.

"No!"

He roared angrily, his belief completely shattered.

But the next moment, Su Xuan suppressed him completely.

Xiuxiu's face suddenly turned pale.

The tears in her eyes couldn't stop flowing down, and she said with a cry: "You can obviously be an upright swordsman, why do you do this?"

She felt worthless for Qin Wushuang, and also for Su Xuan.

Su Xuan paused and said: "Obviously?

Why?

Nothing in this world is taken for granted, and nothing is what you think it is or should be.”

Said.

Su Xuan flicked his sleeves, and Xiuxiu immediately flew into the sword residence.

"Practice well in the Sword Residence, and there will be monks worthy of carrying the sword box for you in the future! It's up to you whether you are willing or not."

Su Xuan said and ignored the struggling Xiuxiu.

Then.

He sneered and walked towards Nangong.

Nangong felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, and his body tensed up.

He shouted: "Evil Lord, you and I have no hatred. I can tell you some secrets of Xiahou Longhu. How about you let me go?"

Su Xuan paused, looked at Nangong with deep eyes, and said coldly: "I'm not interested in Xiahou Longhu's secrets. It's nothing more than some bullshit conspiracy! And with Xiahou Longhu's vigilance, how much can you know?

?

If you want to live, just answer me a question."

"What?"

"What did you say to the living dead when you went to the Wushuang Holy Road?"

Su Xuan asked.

As if struck by lightning, Nangong suddenly looked at Su Xuan and stared at him.

"you!"

He had an extremely terrifying suspicion.
To be continued...