The Ultimate Student in the City

Xifeng Zhishui was very gracious, and he didn't get angry or anything. He still watched Nangong Meili leave with a gentle smile on his face.

After a few breaths, he turned his admiring gaze away to Li Zedao's face, and the smile on his face slightly subsided.

The four words on this person's face are really dazzling, no matter how people look at them, no matter how they feel uncomfortable, they just want to draw the sword to cut off the skin.

"It is said that people from the snake people broke into this area. It seems to be true." Xifeng Zhishui said.

Li Zedao laughed nervously, and his eyes were sinister like a poisonous snake: "Boy, your appearance is very suitable for His Majesty's appetite. If you are captured back, Her Majesty will be happy."

"Really? I'm really flattered." Xifeng Zhishui's expression was like a spring breeze, as if no words could make him angry.

Li Zedao smiled grimly, and clenched the soul sword in his hand: "It's a pity, there are many terrifying strong men guarding outside, I'm afraid I can't capture you back, sir, so I can only... kill you!"

Xifeng Zhishui smiled, he never cared about other people's threats... Of course it's impossible, he's not that arrogant.

But it's true that he didn't take the threat of this snake man to heart at all.

What can protect oneself is not conspiracy, nor power, nor other things, only strength, terrible strength.

For his own strength, Xifeng Zhishui is quite confident.

Anyone in this area, including Lu Ming from Buzhou College, Baili Qiyu from Yingzhou College, and Mu Ding, the disciple of Eagle-eyed Old Ghost, he is sure to defeat them, and it is a complete defeat.

His eyes fell on the soul sword in Li Zedao's hand, his eyes were hot, and he smiled: "Soul sword? This is a good thing. How about using this sword for a chance not to kill you?"

Although he didn't want to kill him, the other party was a snake man after all, so it was natural to smash his dantian, abolish his cultivation, and break his limbs. In this way, he will not bite people.

Li Zedao was almost amused by this guy's words, and said grimly, "You think you can kill me?"

"Exactly." Xifeng Zhishui said.

That tone of voice, that expression, seemed to be saying something extremely simple. Tofu costs one yuan, bean sprouts cost fifty cents a catty, it's as simple as that.

This is an expression of self-confidence.

"Have you always been quite confident in your own strength?" Li Zedao couldn't believe that there was someone who could pretend to be more aggressive than his master.

Look at this pretending, I can't help but want to punch him hard in the face that is not as handsome as my own.

What Li Zedao didn't expect was that Xifeng Zhishui denied it. He said with a faint smile, "That's not the case. I only have this kind of confidence in this special place."

"You mean, none of the people here are your opponents?" Li Zedao cracked his mouth and laughed sinisterly.

"Exactly." Xifeng Zhishui nodded as a matter of course.

The smile on Li Zedao's face was even bigger: "Exactly, I think so too."

Before he finished speaking, Li Zedao disappeared in place.

Xifeng Zhishui was calm and unhurried, but he didn't draw out the long sword in his hand.

But in his hand, there was an extra tender leaf.

You don't need a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, this is Xifeng Zhishui's life principle. In his opinion, killing a chicken with a sledgehammer is too pitiful, and to a sledgehammer, it is even more insulting.

"Whoosh!"

The young leaf shot out unexpectedly, like a sharp blade spinning rapidly, ready to cut the prey into several pieces at any time.

"Crack!"

There was a sound like a knife cutting on an iron sheet.

Li Zedao's disappearing figure returned to the original place again, looking at the soul sword tightly held in his hand, the cold and sharp blade pierced a young leaf.

At the same time, Xifeng Zhishui frowned suddenly, and his body suddenly took a few steps back.

"Whoosh!" A shadow, like a bolt of lightning, swept past his chest, and then disappeared without a trace.

Xifeng Zhishui stopped his body, slightly lowered his head to look at his chest, his pupils shrank slightly.

Those usually calm eyes have been replaced by extreme emotion, I can't believe it's real.

But he saw that the clothes on his chest were cut open.

If he hadn't been able to dodge quickly just now, the shadow might not only cut through his clothes, but would shoot through his body.

Li Zedao stretched out his hand and tore off the tender leaf on the blade, and said with disdain: "With this strength, how dare you claim to be the number one person in this area? Really shameless walked to the door...shameless home."

Xifeng Zhishui looked up, looking at the snake man as if looking at a monster.

If before, this snake man was synonymous with insidious and cunning in his eyes, then now, this snake man is still synonymous with danger, and it is quite dangerous.

"It's too big." Xifeng Zhishui felt lingering fear.

He took a deep breath, and looked at Li Zedao very seriously, as if re-examining the other party.

"Kuuuuuuuuuu!" He pulled out the long sword that was rarely unsheathed.

Li Zedao's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he saw that the blade of the sword in the opponent's hand was actually transparent, like an ice sculpture. Quite miraculously, you also seem to be able to see water flowing through the ice.

"You are worthy of my sword." Xifeng Zhishui said seriously.

Although he was completely defeated in the fight just now, in Xifeng Zhishui's view, there is only one final result, the snake man will die by his sword, there is no luck.

Just because I was just now, not the strongest me! But the him just now is already the strongest one.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Li Zedao directly ignored this guy's pretentiousness, and his eyes shone strangely as he looked at the sword that was much more aggressive than its master.

"This sword is named..."

"Forget it, what kind of sword is not important, the important thing is that I want this sword." Li Zedao interrupted Xifeng Zhishui's words.

Such a beautiful sword must be an artifact for picking up girls.

Xifeng Zhishui shut up. He raised the long sword in his hand, and his aura suddenly changed.

"Whoosh!"

The figure of Xifeng Zhishui disappeared in place.

In an instant, Li Zedao felt darkness above his head, as if there were dark clouds covering the sun, and then an extremely terrifying aura swept towards him crazily.

Li Zedao looked up, his pupils shrank slightly.

rain! Bean-like raindrops! It's dense and suffocating. The strange thing is that the raindrops are stagnant above the head, and will be overwhelming and pouring down at any time.

Li Zedao's scalp went numb, he knew better than anyone else that this was the raindrops formed by the condensed sword energy, this is the rain of swords! Jian Yu, who has a terrifying aura that makes people feel powerless... at least people with a cultivation level below the Immortal Mirror, even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will still have several more blood holes on their bodies.

This Xifeng Zhishui has such a skill, no wonder he dares to think that he is the number one person in this area, and it's not all bragging, he really has two brushes.

It's a pity that the two brushes he used were such a heavy iron bucket as Li Zedao, so this duel has already come to an end.

This result is naturally completely different from what Xifeng Zhishui thought, but it is completely consistent with what Li Zedao thought.

"Clatter!"

The sword rain fell crazily, completely pouring on the top of Li Zedao's head below.

Not far away, Xifeng Zhishui, holding a long sword, looked calm and calm.

"It's over." He said quite politely.

"Shhhhhh..."

That drop of sword rain hit Li Zedao fiercely, completely covering his whole body.

After a few breaths, Jian Yu disappeared.

Xifeng Zhishui's body paused, his eyeballs were wide open, his mind was roaring extremely violently, and there was a huge wave in his heart, and the calmness on his face was directly replaced by thick horror.

That snake man was standing there intact. What's even more strange is that he didn't have any blood holes on his body. At least with Xifeng Zhishui's eyesight, he couldn't see any wounds, nor could he smell any bloody smell. .

Why?

At this moment, Xifeng Zhishui almost doubted his life.

"Scared my uncle to death." Li Zedao looked at Xifeng Zhishui with a look of being terribly frightened.

Of course, any fool could see that he wasn't really frightened, he was provocative, naked provocation! You bite me, you come and bite me!

"Could it be, what kind of powerful defensive weapon does he have? If that's the case, let's smash your defensive weapon together!"

Naturally, Xifeng Zhishui would not bite Li Zedao like a dog, he took a deep breath, and disappeared in place again.

In an instant, above Li Zedao's head, there was once again a terrifying rain of swords condensed.

"Clatter!"

The sword rain poured down crazily, with the momentum, as if it wanted to completely wash away the sins of the world.

After a few breaths, Jian Yu disappeared again.

Xifeng Zhishui paused again, the horror on his face was several times stronger than before, he was even at a loss, he began to doubt his life that he had never doubted before.

The snake man, who was supposed to be riddled with holes, still stood there perfectly, and even yawned a little bored.

"This drizzle is why you think you are the number one person in this area?"

Li Zedao glanced at Xifeng Zhishui with sideways eyes, and shook his head quite disdainfully, thinking that this guy is really ignorant.

With the golden cover of the ninth-grade Horcrux, and the breath in the body at this time is not the same as before, it is enough to withstand the blow of a strong man like Wuming Sect Master, so even if the sword rain is the next hundred times , Li Zedao can easily block it.

And because his body was covered by the rain of swords, Xifeng Zhishui really couldn't see the mysterious golden light that wrapped Li Zedao inside.

"Drizzle?" Xifeng Zhishui's throat was a little sweet, his white face was flushed, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood without holding back.

He opened his mouth, trying to explain a few words, but found that any explanation was so feeble.

What is this if it’s not drizzle? No, it’s not even a drizzle! Drizzle is weak, and it's annoying to still wet people's clothes after all, but his sword rain...

Xifeng Zhishui finally spurted out the old blood suppressed by the spoken language.

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