Sir, this sword is a keepsake

"Maybe we can benefit each other, I just need you to do me a favor."

As soon as the saint's words came out, those people from the Northern Wilderness were even more surprised than Shen Fang.

Shen Fang pretended to think about it seriously, and said with a light smile, "I'm not interested." Shen Fang only felt that nothing that could make her happy was a good thing.

The man who was the leader before suddenly knelt down on one knee, put one hand on his chest, and saluted the saint, "Tatar is willing to fight, and take this man's skull as a sacrifice to the saint and to the gods."

The green eyes of the rejected saint blinked at Shen Fang, with a vague smile in her eyes, and she didn't know whether she said to Shen Fang or Na Tatar: "Then let's see what you are capable of."

The next second, she nodded her small and delicate chin slightly.

The man who called himself Tatar stood up, raised his foot high, and stepped down heavily. For a moment, countless fine lines appeared on the surface of the blue brick where he stood.In the blink of an eye, Tatar's seemingly bulky body climbed up to the eaves and stood opposite Shen Fang at the other end of the roof.

The confrontation lasted only a moment, and everyone was attracted by the sword in Shen Fang's hand.The silver ripples on the surface of the Yiwei sword spread out, and the blade was almost transparent, as if filled with moonlight.It was so dreamy that they were in a trance for a while.

I don't know how Shen Fang did it, but with a flash of sharp sword light, the man has already stepped in front of Tatar.

Shen Fang's figure and the sword in his hand can be described as extremely fast. For a while, everyone including Tatar could only see a smart white shadow carrying a frozen moonlight in front of, behind, and beside him. Appeared, and stabbed three swords with little time interval!

"Be careful!" Everyone didn't really shout out, but they all sweated for Tatar.They had already discovered at this time that they had underestimated this young swordsman, especially the sword in his hand.

Just listening to the whistling of the wind, accompanied by the clatter of gold and stones, and the silver light shining, the swordsman has returned to the other end of the eaves.

On the other hand, Tatar held his left shoulder excitedly, with blood overflowing from his fingers, "A very fast sword, unfortunately, this still can't kill me."

Shen Fang looked indifferent. He just wanted to test the depth and style of this person with a fast sword, and he didn't underestimate the enemy. Now he found that Tatar's was not as clumsy and impulsive as he seemed, but his defense was steady.

Some of the crowd applauded Tatar, while others sneered at Shen Fang, feeling that such a gaudy way was really fancy but useless.

Shen Fang listened for a while, and realized that this group of people didn't know much about Daliang's swordsmanship.Just now he took advantage of the lightness and agility of the moonlight, as if he was using a sword to reflect his state of mind at this time. A martial artist with a little level should understand how ingenious this is.

The scimitar in Tatar's right hand slowly scraped across the blue tiles under his feet, with a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, "However, my brothers and I enjoyed watching your sword dance."

"The knife is not for playing music. Your Excellency's voice is really ugly. It really is like your saintess, with no talent for dancing and music..." Shen Fang said flatly.

Before he could finish speaking, Tatar raised his knife and slashed fiercely. A gust of knife energy quickly formed a blade barrier and rushed towards Shen Fang. Rubble flew everywhere he passed, leaving a palm-wide ravine.

Shen Fang jumped up and jumped onto the roof next door, only to see that the saber aura hadn't dissipated, and Tatar had already chased him into the air, and the scimitar volleyed in the air and swept it regardless.

With that wide-opening and closing arc, that figure with claws and claws, and that ferocious face, Shen Fang decided to withdraw his evaluation just now. This man named Tatar was very impulsive.

He obviously wanted to force Shen Fang to have nowhere to hide and no way to get close with his big and wide saber aura, regardless of the damage to the surrounding things.

Shen Fang dodged and jumped away again, and saw the blue tiles on the place he was standing on loosen a little bit, and they all slid down.

For a time, the courtyard was full of dust and dust.It was okay for the saint to stand in the courtyard, but the rest who were close to the eaves had to dodge in a hurry, and for a while, chaos broke out below.And a group of people seemed to be afraid of what Shen Fang would do to their saint, so they consciously surrounded the saint.

However, they are different from the saintess, the raging fire will swallow them up to nothing, and they dare not get too close to the saintess.

Shen Fang was pressed by Tatar every step of the way, and the two were always separated by a distance of several feet. In order to see the opponent's knife path clearly, he kept facing Tatar and backed away.

The saber energy was raging in front of him, and Shen Fang dodged it with ease, but pretended to be struggling.If the opponent finds that Tatar can't deal with him, and they all play at once, he will inevitably be a little flustered.

He walked around to a gap in the human wall, and there was no cover between him and the saint.He couldn't help but think that it would be great if he had that short sword at this time. It would be possible to capture the king first, and use some small means to find a way to control the saint.

"Boy, I think you are at the end of your rope! If I hadn't decided to dedicate you to the saint, I would have taken you back to be a dumb slave. If you can't speak, relying on your body and face, you will still It can make people happy, hahahahahaha!"

"Hahaha..." Except for the saint who was always expressionless, the rest of the people laughed one after another.

How could Shen Fang not be able to hear the obscenity and insult in the laughter? He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that being reversed in roles was an intolerable misunderstanding.

Although it was obviously not about Zhuang Li, Tatar insulted his own side, and he only had Zhuang Li's thoughts on that side, that was insulting Zhuang Li - Shen Fang had his own set of angry logic.

He looked at the spittle-flying Tatar with a flushed face, and felt disgusted no matter how he looked at it, and he turned around like an eagle, and all of a sudden he stuck to the saber air.

Na Tatar saw that Shen Fang no longer dodged, but came towards him, thinking that he was insulted just now and was about to risk his life, he was taken aback, but soon smiled cruelly.

However, he suddenly felt thunder rolling in his ears, and carefully distinguishing it in a trance, he found that it was the sound of the waterfall at the edge of the stream.How can there be the sound of the streamside waterfall here?

He didn't stop, waving a long knife, Shen Fang was obviously far away, but he was like a fish swimming upstream, with silver and iron shining around his waist, he approached without hesitation amidst the deafening waterfall sound he.

How could Tatar know that the thunderous waterfall is the sound of falling springs and waterfalls on Yongxia Mountain every year during the frost season? It is Shen Fang who penetrated the sword sound in his heart into the sword intent, and stimulated the waterfall Formed like dripping sword energy.

The most familiar and the most proficient in use.Shen Fang had practiced this kind of waterfall sword energy for a long time, and now it was time to use it to make a knot.

The sword energy cut the invisible knife barrier into countless pieces, scattered them in the air, and Shen Fang hit the gaps, constantly changing directions, and with the sword energy of Yiweijian either refracted or crossed, it passed through the knife energy swayed by Tatar.

Tatar showed no signs of fear.If the opponent came out with a sword to kill him, he would hold the sword and let him pierce it deeper. At the same time, he would use the capture technique to grab the opponent tightly and let the others shoot him to death.

The other party wanted to perish together, could it be that he didn't have the determination to die?He sneered more and more.

However, he only felt a white light flash before his eyes, a sharp, indescribable extreme pain, accompanied by warm liquid, exploded on his face.

All this did not go according to his estimation!

Ah!

Ah!

He covered his face, screamed wildly, and at the same time stepped on the ground and rolled down the roof in embarrassment.

Tatar let go of his hand, and in the flames, it was faintly visible that there was a blood-red hole in the center of his face.

Shen Fang cut off his nose.

There was a sudden silence on the field, but the next moment, everyone in the Northern Wilderness was excited and was about to press on Shen Fang.

Shen Fang was condescending, standing on the spot expressionless, looking at the bloody hole on Tatar's face, but he was puzzled in his heart: What's going on?Just now, he obviously just wanted to draw a sword in his face!Why is it off by three points and an inch deep!

He stared at the hand holding the sword, and for the first time in his life, he had a slight doubt about his control.However, at this moment, he must not show any hesitation, if he justifies, even he himself will not believe it!

But the saint didn't look at Tatar, who was still panting and trembling.She sighed softly.

But in Tatar's view, this sigh is the deepest shame, which is more uncomfortable than letting him die.He closed his eyes tightly and swallowed all the screams.

Everyone gradually quieted down amidst this sigh.

"Saint..." Tatar gritted his teeth.

"Pick up your knife."

"it is good."

He raised the knife and wiped it across his neck with his backhand, and he died instantly.For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"The time has come, you should go." As if you just experienced a farce, the saint ordered calmly, "If you delay the big event, even I can't afford it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, a little stunned for a while, but soon their expressions became dignified.

"If you don't leave, are you underestimating the white wolf, or overestimating this swordsman?"

She said softly, her tone was still as calm as water, even if her clansmen were humiliated by this, even if Shen Fang's words were ridiculed, she didn't have any extra emotions.

Immediately afterwards, she calmly raised her head and looked at Shen Fang, "This is a matter between the white wolf and this swordsman, and it is the arrangement of the gods."

Shen Fang suddenly thought of the woman named Xiao Moli, they seemed to have a little bit of similarity.

"It seems that your saint wants to imitate the sages and risk her life to death."

"No, you're only half right. Although I gave up my life, I didn't go to die." The saint stretched her arms, and the bonfire sprang up and engulfed her, "I will die and come back to life."

Shen Fang smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that the saint's words had come to this point, those Northern Wilderness people went to the gate one by one after all. They always remembered the real mission of traveling thousands of miles to come here.

Soon, only the Holy Maiden, Shen Fang and two corpses remained in the huge mansion.The mist that had been stirred by the sword fight just now slowly gathered again, as if it were a living thing that would continuously regenerate.

The saint in the fire watched Shen Fang fall into the courtyard, and said first, "The reason why I allowed Tatar to fight with you is to see if the one in your hand is really that one, and it can change according to your mood." Shocking Sword."

"Now that you know it's true, what do you do?" Shen Fang became curious.

"My merciless favor still counts."

"I'm here to kill you, why do you think I'll do things for you?"

"Because this is also the purpose of your coming here." The woman said with a solemn expression in a pleading tone, "I want you to kill the saint."