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Ye Bufan was like the shadow of a man in white. Wherever his white clothes passed by, black clothes would appear. Then, he would fight in black and white and repeat the same action over and over again.

Victory and defeat had already been decided, and the man in black was even better. The white robe was even better, but it was better than the exquisite sword techniques.

After a long period of killing, Bai Yixue was already physically and mentally exhausted. Now, it was no longer a matter of whether or not he followed. He was also thinking about where he would come out and how he would come out.

There were countless ways to assassinate him. The white robe was gradually becoming weaker and his body was also suffering from many small and large injuries. As the injuries continued, it seemed like Ye Bufan had already won the battle.

But he had been killed many times, and he had learned to be more shrewd when it came to paying the bill. Who was the one on the street that was wrong? There were gazes watching from afar?

In fact, as time passed, Ye Bufan's assassination also became more and more difficult. Even the black-clothed Ye Bufan found it more and more interesting.

He had been fighting with Ye Bufan for more than a month now.

From one place to the next, from one town to the next.

Pay the price! It was a sharpening stone on the way of Ye Bufan's assassination. Ye Bufan had to pay the price on the way up the mountain.

He began to wonder if he was a psychopath, fighting with him, turning from anger to pleasure.

Furthermore, he felt that his sword intent would become more perfect after paying the bill. He seemed to be vaguely experiencing something. A new kind of sword intent was different from the unique sword intent of the Hua Shan Sect.

Because Ye Bufan's ability to counter attack was getting stronger and stronger, he had no choice but to use more powerful attacks and think about more unique attacks.

After entering a town, he had more than ten wounds on his body. The new wounds had not fully healed yet, so there would be a few more next time.

The most dangerous time was when under the bed was Ye Bufan. In the middle of the night, Ye Bufan had cut his throat!

Suddenly awoken from his state of shock, his body jerked upwards with all his might, yet when he was struck by the saber, it cut right across his chest, and didn't cause him to die from being cut in the throat …

Ye Bufan was not easy to deal with. Although he was not heavily injured, his sword Qi was powerful, and directly injuring his Qi, causing the Qi in his body to become chaotic. His Turtle Breath Technique also started to become unstable, and sometimes, he would be able to notice even before he had a certain distance to cover his injuries.

There were many minor injuries, and the air was a little sluggish. The meat was cut with a soft knife. Although it was slow, it was steady. Boil the frog in warm water, and the frog will jump out when stimulated, unless you put a lid on it.

With the lid, it didn't matter if you were drinking warm or hot water. It was all the same.

The ancient saying of boiling frogs in warm water was actually just that after a long time, people would slack off and then lose the opportunity when they slack off.

Some of the frogs were like iron, enjoying the slight warmth of the water. When the temperature of the water rose, they were unable to jump out.

This was the boiled frog in warm water.

However, it was a pity that he had to pay the full amount of the money. This frog was simply too good at skipping, and no matter what, it had not been boiled by him.

He paid up and stepped into the inn, "Boss, bring me something to eat." It was rare for him to drink and it was a mistake to do so, especially when he was targeted by a top assassin.

Drinking was like giving away your life.

The owner responded, "OK, I'll be there shortly."

He had not slept well for who knows how many nights.

At this moment, he was exhausted and near death's door. There was no trace of his snow-white clothes anymore.

Fortunately, Ye Bufan also had sword wounds, so his attacks were not as powerful as before.

He sat down on the table in a dejected manner, but was met with trouble.

"Are you the one known as' The Sword of the Jianghu 'by the Huashan Sect?" A few people laughed sinisterly.

"So what if I am, so what if I am?" Pay the bill.

"Hehe, looking at you now, you really don't deserve those four words!" Do you think you are worthy of being called the Sword of the Jianghu? " A few people mocked.

Even though he was injured, he still had to pay the full price. How could the arrogance in his heart be lacking by even a little?

"I am not worthy!" Who is worthy in this world? "

The few of them laughed sinisterly, "Hahaha, of course it's our Young Lord who deserves it."

"Your Young Lord?" Pay up, he asked curiously.

"Young Master of the Three Ji Sect, have you never heard of the name Que Su Sha?" A few people mocked.

After some serious consideration, he said, "I've really never heard of it."

A few of them were angered, "You used up all your energy, yet you still dare to put on an act!? Today, I shall destroy your reputation as the Sword of Jianghu! "

Several people made their moves, and without caring about their internal injuries, they struck out with their swords to defeat everyone!

The few of them ran out of the inn. As they left, they did not forget to say, "Just you wait!"

It was a familiar sentence, but it was filled with emotion. You may not be able to handle it, but compared to these kinds of people, it was much better.

After paying the bill, he ate his food and walked out of the inn. As he passed by an alley, he was suddenly surrounded!

"Young Lord, that's him!" The earlier one pointed to the payment.

That young master was Que Su Chuan.

Actually, he knew about this person, but he didn't care about him at all. He was nothing more than a clown!

In order to become famous in the martial arts world, the Three Ji Sect's first goal was to pay for all of their internal injuries!

When the time came to draw the sword, there would only be one battle. Begin! Sword intent! Lin Feng was stunned!

He felt the heat in his throat and swallowed a mouthful of his own blood. Try not to show any signs of fatigue!

"One sword move of the martial arts world, ten thousand people wear it! Hahaha, children like you, I get annoyed just by looking at you! "

With their swords in hand, everyone attacked together!

The group consisted of forty to fifty people, the strongest of which was indeed the young master of the Three Thistles Sect, Que Chou. However, his conduct was one of bullying the weak and taking advantage of others!

They had already killed over ten people. His white clothes were stained with blood. If another twenty people were to arrive at his peak, what would he do?

But now was not the time to be at his peak, but the time to be riddled with injuries.

He waved his long sword, the Flowermont Secret Sword, 72 lotuses fell!

In the end, only ten lotuses had bloomed, but in the end, they were all short of heroic spirit and had reached the end of their road.

Que Su laughed out loud, "From today onwards, who in the martial arts world doesn't know of my Three Ji Sect, who doesn't know of my name Que Su Sha!? White clothes whiter than snow? A sword strike from the martial arts world? Today will be the day you die! "

Que Su Luo also used a sword, the long sword stabbed over, straight to the point!

Que Su Chen arrogantly yelled, "From today onwards, Que Su is the number one swordsman in the martial arts world!"

Ye Bufan appeared from the shadows. He was dressed in black, and his tone was filled with anger and disdain. Was it even worthy of a long sword?!

Ye Bufan roared, "Are you even worthy?! Only I can take his life! The only one who can kill him is me! "

Que Su was stunned for a moment, "Who are you, you want to play the hero with your internal injuries?"

After a while, he laughed loudly, "Hahaha, so it's you. Black as ink, silver owl of the night, and falcon of the night? "Hahaha, good, good! Two rookies from the martial arts world have died by my hands! Good, good, good!"

Ye Bufan held the sabre in his hand. Assassination was not a skill used to save people, so this time, they could only fight head on!

Holding the Soul Absorbing Blade in his hand, his gaze was dark. A mere piece of trash dares to come over and make a ruckus?

In an alley, there were forty or so corpses, the young leader of the Three Ji Clan, and that expert from the Three Ji Clan.

Ye Bufan's black robe turned red, and so did his white shirt.

Lying together, their auras were weak.

"Why did you save me?" Coughing out a mouthful of blood, he asked with great difficulty.

Ye Bufan's wrist was already numb. Fighting with someone else was truly a technical matter.

He looked at his waist and saw that it was hurting.

The corner of his mouth twitched, "Because the one who killed you, could only be me."

The two of them sat cross-legged as they controlled their injuries. Ye Bufan cupped his hands and said, "See you in the future!"

Those people, compared to you, are so much worse!

The two of them walked to the side. They were both clad in red, and their attacks and counterattacks were still going on. Their intentions to spar were far greater than killing intent; even if they managed to kill each other, they would still leave behind a sentence, "If you die, then this game will be boring." He then turned around and left.

Even if the sword law stopped the assaulting attacks, it would still leave behind a sentence, "Killing you will take some time. You won't be able to kill me." He then left.

As time passed, a certain day would come, "It's getting boring for us to fight each other. This time, let's compete on something else!"

"Compete in what?"

"Drink!"

The two of them refused to admit defeat and drank until their minds were muddled. The world only knew that the white robes of the martial arts world were as white as snow, and the black clothes were as black as ink.