His body stood up, his body trembled a little, and his face pale.

Take action!

The mute's hand danced and flew up and down. The lame man seemed to no longer limp when walking, but instead held the crutch with one hand, while the blind man held a pig-killing knife in his hand. The back of the knife was extremely thick. Obviously, the knife also weighed a little.

Su Xun felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He couldn't see clearly what moves these three people had to use, let alone speculate.

Unknown, everything is unknown, and unknown means that he cannot avoid and cannot make correct judgments.

At this moment, the pig-killing knife rushed towards Su Xun like a battle axe.

Dozens of phantoms were shaken out from the Pig Killing Knife, and this phantom made people dazzled.

Although it was a simple pig-killing knife, the blind man merged all he had learned into it. This knife was no longer just an attack weapon, but his magical power.

Dozens of phantoms were entangled with each other and wiped towards Su Xun's neck.

Su Xun was slightly shocked and grabbed the Chixiao Sword in his hand without thinking.

A sword was swung out, and the changes in the sword were endless. There was a sword shadow in the sword. A simple sword also contained Su Xun's understanding of the sword.

Although it is a simple sword, the mystery is endless and the principles it contains are obscure.

He slashed with one sword, resisting the phantoms of the ten pig-killing swords. The eleventh phantom of the pig-killing swords was still attacking him.

Su Xun did not dare to neglect, so he grabbed the void with his other hand.

With this grab, he held the pig-killing knife tightly in his hand. His palm hurt and then he cut a blood mark from his palm.

The pig-killing knife in his palm was still spinning at high speed, constantly cutting Su Xun's hands.

Until the end, the high-speed cutting pig-killing knife stopped leaping.

Blood slowly overflowed from Su Xun's palm. He didn't look at his palm, but he understood that there were dozens of scars in his palm.

Especially the moment of high-speed rotation, his palm was even more bloody and fuzzy.

His true energy was strong, protecting his palms, and did not allow the depth of the cutting to continue to deepen.

Su Xun's hand was trembling, and it was not until a few breaths that he stabilized his shaking left hand.

Sure enough, he had a few chances to resist my husband's pig-killing knife. The blind man narrowed his one-eye and looked at Su Xun.

My qualifications are dull and I can't see the mystery of this pig-killing knife. I can only use my flesh to resist. Su Xun spoke up quite self-deprecatingly.

You are indeed an opponent, so the three of us are not considered bullying the small ones by the big ones, and the blind man continues to speak.

The strong wind blew, and the four of them fell into silence at the same time.

But their aura is constantly superimposing.

The war is about to break out.

Su Xun frowned. He understood that if these people were allowed to brew their breath to the extreme, then there would be only the result of death.

So, he was not waiting for the breath to stack up, but took the initiative.

Zheng--

A sword sound came out, and the Chixiao Sword weighing hundreds of pounds in Su Xun's hand seemed to move extremely slowly, but it left a series of sword shadows in the void.

These sword moves look simple and clear, but not everyone can understand the truth.

Under this sword technique, Su Xun's entire aura became extremely violent, the sword light passed by, and the sword shadow moved.

There seems to be mountains, rivers and rivers flowing in this sword, sometimes like turbulent water flowing, one wave after another, and one sword is even more sharp than the other.

Don't let his sword moves stack up with breath, the blind man shouted loudly.

The three of them all raised the pig-killing knife, crutch, and a big pot in their hands.

At this moment, figures gathered in the void.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, and wherever the sword light flashes, there are pieces of powder left behind.

All the trees around were cut off.

Su Xun swung the Chixiao Sword, and the Chixiao Sword was sometimes slow and sometimes extremely fast. The essence of the sword technique was fully demonstrated by him.

He had touched the threshold of kendo infinitely.

Su Xun waved his sword over and over again, and at the same time, his body movements made his whereabouts vague.

It is also a difficult thing to capture his figure and lock his breath.

As the speed of the Chixiao Sword swung, Su Xun's aura also changed.

If fast, the breath will be violent, and if slow, the breath will be compatible, and his breath will tend to be stable.

Sometimes, the sword seems to be Su Xun himself, and sometimes it is a killing aura.

This kind of change in his aura was inconsistent, and it was extremely difficult for the three of them to capture Su Xun's specific traces.

Punch, pick, pick, tweet, hit, and swing each sword, which contains several combinations of moves, and these combinations are extremely complex.

After several meetings, the three old men suffered different scars. Although these scars were not fatal, they caused the three people to bleed continuously.

Similarly, Su Xun also suffered a lot of injuries.

Although he had a clever body technique, he fought against three, and three old men fought against him head-on.

Just three palms made Su Xun feel numbness in his hands. The blood marks in the palm were still a little deeper before they were healed. He could feel that the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

At this time, his face was pale, and the true energy in his body was flowing away continuously.

Holding the Chixiao Sword in his hand, his body kept trembling. The sword was inserted into the ground, and Su Xun gasped.

However, the three of them did not give Su Xun a chance to breathe, and the storm-like attack swept over again.

Su Xun picked up the blood-carved silk cloth and covered his eyes.

He calmed his mind and gradually entered that state of selflessness.

At this time, he could not see everything around him, but he was more clear than ever about his every move around him.

In his mind, swords turned into thousands of sword shadows, thousands of swords returned to the sect, sword shadows were everywhere, countless sword moves were constantly reorganized in his mind. Not only did there be no conflict between sword moves, but they were connected to each other.

After a moment, he suddenly waved the Chixiao Sword, only to feel that there was something strange in this sword move.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten how to use the sword.

He is like a swordsman who is a beginner in his sword, and his sword is very heavy in his hands.

Every time he waved it, the true energy in Su Xun's body would disappear greatly.

What's going on? Faced with this abrupt everything, Su Xun was obviously a little at a loss.

However, with his heart and nature, his expression quickly recovered.

After about a while, the sword moves in his mind disappeared.

He completely forgot the sword move, how to swing and stab the sword, he couldn't remember it clearly.

This kid can't use a sword anymore, haha, the blind man beside him laughed when he saw Su Xun's appearance.

Seizing the opportunity, the attacks of the three people suddenly arrived as promised, and three palm forces penetrated into Su Xun's body.

With this blow, Su Xun's body was thrown into the distance.

His breath was disordered.

The three of them worked together to almost break away from their physical body.

He felt his chest was extremely hot and two mouthfuls of blood were spewing out of his mouth.

But he still held the Chixiao Sword tightly in his hand.

If the sword is there, the person is there. If the sword is not there, the person will have no meaning to survive.

Blood overflowed from his mouth, and none of his body was unharmed. He was wearing a blue shirt and was already stained with blood.

Even though he suffered multiple injuries, Su Xun's body did not fall down, and his will was extremely firm.

He gently touched the Chixiao Sword.

Suddenly, a sudden pain spread throughout his body, and he could feel the blood marks in his hand deepening a little further.

If you don't deal with it in time, I'm afraid this left hand will be ruined.

Enduring the pain, Su Xun held the sword in both hands.

His body trembled violently.

Fighting, fighting to the last moment was the last thought in his mind.

If it were someone else, he would have fallen long ago, but Su Xun's will was so tenacious that nothing could make him surrender.

Even if he dies, he will not fall.

Despite the pain throughout his body and even though he could not use more strength, at this moment, what supported him was not just strength, but perseverance, and the persistence in his heart.

A sword dances everywhere, and the heaven and earth cry for it!

Countless sword rains followed Su Xun's movements and flew towards the three old men.
To be continued...