Fu Canglu

Chapter 456 Who Can Kill Me?

The scene was, of course, dead silent.

Everyone knew that the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng seemed to be a different person after he left the gate of hell.

But no one would think of it.

This current great master who has secured the No.1 position in the world is a woman.

woman.

And a very beautiful woman.

There was no blemish on that white porcelain-like face, the skin was as exquisite and clear as ice and snow, it was as white as wind and frost, with a sickly redness.

She raised her eyebrows. After the face was uncovered, she didn't seem to show any fear. She showed her true face, and her eyes were firmly fixed on the scabbard that His Highness was holding at the moment.

The voice of the Lord of Yincheng was no longer the hoarse voice before, but became soft and shrill.

This female voice, which should have been pleasant, sounded very harsh at the moment.

"cause and effect?"

She was still held high in the air by His Royal Highness. Under the black robe, her slender limbs swayed in the wind, like withered grass. After the secret of the woman's body was revealed, she inevitably looked a little pitiful.

It's a pity that she doesn't need anyone's sympathy.

The Lord of Yincheng stared at the sword.

She never thought that there would be such a sword in this world.

Forged from pure cause and effect.

Such a sword, an illusory sword, cut its own string the moment it was unsheathed.

What if this sword fell on him?

But the little highness in front of me obviously doesn't have this ability.

The Lord of Yincheng lowered his eyebrows and smiled mockingly.

Then he looked around.

The corners of her lips were a little red, she moved her eyes indifferently and provocatively, she was obviously picked up by the little highness, she still looked down at everyone with a condescending attitude, and then said slowly: "Why can't the heir of Taixu be a woman?" .”

Jian Zongming's face remained as usual.

In the world of Liuxian Monument, he once told His Highness that the Lord of Yincheng was the kind of person he would not kill.

woman.

The essence of this Yincheng City Lord who has escaped from hell has undergone earth-shaking changes. It is not a secret among several great practitioners of the same level as the Holy Island Mountain Lord and Nanhai Chess Master.

When Luoyang played chess, these great masters may have seen the clues.

Jian Zongming had kept the sword for many years and killed many people. As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people worthy of his sword.

There are two types of people he does not kill, he does not kill the inactive, and he does not kill women and children.

People who do nothing, ordinary people with no or low cultivation, even the emperor of the world, the overlord of a country, Jian Zongming will never really cut off his head with a sword.

In the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, the year of the Elephant Dance, Jian Zongming went to the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty alone, pointed out the three thousand swords in Luoyang, and transformed the dragon to kill Cao Zhixuan. His heart was broken, and he finally knocked down the leader of the leaderboard.

Women and children are not old or weak, because those who wield swords grow stronger when they are old. The soldier sage Lu Songqing of Qi Liang is the best example. But he was not a real evil swordsman. The white-clothed boy moved to the Jiangnan Road of Qi and Liang, handed over swords to the soldiers of the eight kingdoms of Qi and Liang, and fought to the death overnight.

Lu Songqing's sword heart was covered with dust, and he died under the sword of Jian Zongming. Liu Tao went to Fengting Jianlu to recast the sword embryo, hoping to be worthy of his heart.

Looking back at Jian Zongming's sharpening stone over the years, Lu Songqing is the strongest opponent.The duel between Jiangnan Dao and Bingsheng Old Man was actually a difficult battle to the death, but since then Jian Zongming has been advancing all the way. After falling alone in the South China Sea with one sword, his kendo accomplishments began to advance rapidly. Unfortunately, looking around at this time, he has no opponents.

The only mountain that weighed on his head was Lord Sword Master, but this mountain was really too high to be crossed.

The suffering of a deserted island in childhood, the practice of the Daguangming Palace, the entry into the world in the Central Plains, chance, luck, coincidence, plus this "karma".

All kinds of fortunes have made Jian Zongming today.

He didn't feel at all that No.1 in the world in front of him was any stronger.

The master of Fengxue Yincheng's knowledge is diverse and profound, shocking to hear.

Before the ghost gate, he was already the master of the holy land.Yincheng is as famous as Jianzhong Yingu, and the first-generation city lord who left behind the inheritance of martial arts is also the supreme hero who overwhelms all the evildoers in the entire world in Shifu Dashi.

After the gate of ghosts, the human race's eight celestial phases rank first among the Taixu phases, and no matter which one of the string-controlling techniques tricked from the hands of the demon patriarch Hou Qing, it is enough to make an ordinary practitioner become a world-leader in one fell swoop. The strongest level of existence in the world.

When the city lord had just left the customs, no one could tell whether the souls under the black robe of wind and snow were more occupied by women or men.

It's just that the sword that Hong Yi'er handed out, with the death aura that cannot be violated, will definitely kill a person.

It's all too obvious now.

Jian Zongming thought that if the city lord had fewer women in his bones, he might hand out a sword.

In this world, there are still people who are worthy of his sword.

It's a pity that after the mask was uncovered, the person who was worthy of giving the sword was really a woman.

A complete woman.

The former Yincheng City Lord is dead.

Jian Zongming shook his head, suddenly feeling depressed.

The Lord of Yincheng suddenly smiled, she looked a little crazy, this puppeteer's body was quite weak, and it was very difficult to raise her arms, her body swayed, and finally her hands hooked the sleeves of the little highness, Pull twice and hold tightly.

"I thought there was nothing in this world that could kill me."

The Lord of Yincheng smiled, "I didn't expect this kind of sword to exist."

She restrained her smile and said jokingly and sarcastically: "If you can hold it up, point it at me, and stab me, I might really die."

"If that's the case, I'll hide away from you."

"It's a pity you can't."

The woman did not hide her mocking meaning at all: "The man in white can grasp the 'karma', but he will never kill me. He is a pure and incomparable swordsman. He has cultivated to this stage, and the heart of the sword does not allow the slightest defilement, kill me, and his sword is ruined."

"This karma, no one can hold it except for those who are enlightened in the heart of the sword."

"Besides Jian Zongming, there is nothing else."

"You can't, none of these monsters can do it."

"So in this world, who else can hold this sword?"

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng laughed wantonly, and on that glamorous face, tears almost burst out of laughter.

She paused, word by word, and asked earnestly, "Who else in this world can kill me?"

A dead silence.

Then there was a voice.

Came from not too far away.

The owner of that voice, with good hearing, came all the way, and seemed to have heard the conversation here far away.

At this moment he finally arrived here.

There was a trace of travel dust in that voice, and a trace of tiredness.

More is mild.

"I can."

It's not decisive, and it's not murderous.

The owner of that voice had just come to a small hill in the wasteland.

He was still some distance away from the Lord of Yincheng, and he could see the scene not far away.

At this moment, he looked at that porcelain-like white face, met the woman's bewildered eyes, and knew that this was the true face of Master after he left the customs.

He lowered his brows slightly, his expression still calm.

Consider for a long time.

This thin and sickly young man said softly at this moment: "Master"

"I can hold this sword."

"So, I can kill you too."

(End of this chapter)