The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

"I didn't expect that in this Mount Heng, you are still hidden and waiting for someone to talk about it. It's really surprising."

When the young man came, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and the words in his mouth were neither light nor slow.

Not only did the words of the conversation not have any hostility, it seemed that they were having a warm conversation with their old friends for many years.

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued: "Yan Shisan, one of the four majestic swordsmen, is hiding in a mere second-rate force. This is enough to shock the world, and what is even more shocking is that your body , there are still injuries."

Between the words, the eyes narrowed into a slit, and with one word, everything on Yan Shisan was completely destroyed.

This young man's disposition, as well as his witness, are truly rare in the world.

Hearing the boy's words, Yan Shisan's eyes flashed 1.8 admiration, as if he was agreeing with the boy.

At a glance, it was the time when the young man's immature face and those clear eyes were all in his eyes.

Those eyes contained a terrifying fighting intent, as if this person was born for fighting.

"Sit!?" Yan Shisan waved his hand at the young man as if treating a long-time old friend.

The young man shook his head slowly. Compared with Yan Shisan's calm personality, the young man's heart was a bit fragile after all.

Maybe the boy is very powerful, but he is just a machine born for war!

And Yan Shisan was a master who turned killing into an art.

"You are strong!"

Looking at Yan Shisan, the boy's eyes finally revealed a trace of solemnity. .

Chapter 480 IX The Sword Unsheathed

"sit?"

Yan Shisan continued to stretch out his right hand, beckoning the boy. +]

It seems that he is not facing an enemy who may kill him at any time, but an old friend.

"I'm only here for Mount Heng. If you don't stop me, I don't have to draw my sword." The young man's face changed slightly.

"If you draw your sword, I'm afraid there will be fewer people in the world who think of you as a genius."

Yan Shisan shook his head slightly, but there was no worry in his words.

"You didn't see me make a move, why are you so confident?"

There was a look of shock in the boy's eyes.

"Because you are not confident!"

Yan Shisan chuckled, he now realized the advantage of Chu Heng's calm state of mind.

The kind of eyes that seem to be able to see through the world are really fascinating.

Now Yan Shisan has seen through the reality of this young man, and it is precisely because of this that perhaps this young man's killing skills have reached the peak. Yan Shisan will still not have the slightest fear.

Even though Yan Shisan was never afraid. 15

"How do you know I'm not confident?"

The boy squinted his eyes, and his right hand had already touched the handle of his knife.

Yan Shisan looked at the boy's hand, "Because a confident person will not use Tiaohulishan!"

Hearing Yan Shisan's words, the boy's footsteps froze for a moment. +]

But at the next moment, a manic smile appeared on the boy's face, "Very well, although you have been seriously injured, with your current strength, you are still qualified to know my name."

After a pause, he continued, "My name is Ye Sandao."

"I shot once, but only three times. If I survived three times, I would just retreat. Today is no exception."

Yan Shisan stood up slowly, and he took the sword that had been standing beside him all the time.

"Unfortunately, today, I'm afraid you have to make a fourth cut!"

Ye Sandao looked at Yan Shisan. Although he was still so proud, there was only solemnity in his eyes.

As he walked, his steps were heavy, and when one step fell, the dust on the ground would roll away and disperse in all directions, leaving this place completely in a vacuum.

When the distance from Yan Shisan was only about ten feet away, with a movement of his hand and a step, a blade of light came out hideously from the darkness.

This knife light is all white.

As soon as it blooms, it is like a faint sun walking in the air.

The dazzling light diffused, and the heaviness and pressure that Yan Shisan felt in his heart suddenly became more sluggish.

Just as that bright light came at an indescribable speed.

"The first knife!"

Ye Sandao's voice reached Yan Shisan's ears at this moment.

"It's flashy, let's make a second cut!"

Yan Shisan's sword hadn't even been drawn out of its sheath, but the sword in his hand, with its scabbard, still exuded a simple and simple sword intent.

Compared with Ye Sandao's terrifying blade light, Yan Shisan's sword intent seemed to be that of a child.