Chapter 1641 Are you willing to be my bodyguard?
Murderous intent suddenly arose.
In the border town inn late at night, candlelight illuminates the room full of unsheathed swords and sabers.
The next second, Xia Fuyi moved, and this movement was as fast as thunder. She had already swung her sword before the opponent could make a move. There were not too many tricks. Even before the sword light reached her, the sharp light had already cut through the necks of three people. Blood spurted out under the lamp, and the girl had turned around and struck out the second sword.
This sword collided with another sword, and there was a clang that made people's scalp tingle, followed by a crackling sound.
Of course, the broken sword is not the one in Xia Fuyi's hand.
She seemed to have anticipated this situation, and her hand moved without hesitation.
Blood still appeared before the sword tip even reached his throat.
This sword took three more lives.
All this happened in just a few breaths. Even before those people were ready, they were quietly taken away by the god of death.
As for the god of death himself, his sword was white, his clothes were also white, and there was not a trace of blood on his body.
The person who first scolded her for being so arrogant had his eyes widened and said two words in disbelief,
"Sword Intent!"
Sword intent is the highest peak for all sword practitioners in the world.
In addition to internal strength and superb swordsmanship, one must also have a heart devoted to the sword, a pure and clean mind, and a unique understanding of the way of the sword. In other words, not only must one have a pure mind, but one must also be extremely talented and able to create one's own unique swordsmanship.
There are people with sword skills in the martial arts world, but most of them are old men who have practiced sword for more than 50 years and spend all day practicing sword skills.
But the girl in front of him looked no more than twenty years old.
How is this possible? !
Looking at the man's eyes that were about to pop out from outside the veil, Xia Fuyi looked a little impatient and said,
"I think you are the one who is so arrogant. You dare to teach me a lesson with just a few mediocre skills."
She stood there with an unhappy look on her face, like a piece of ice in a rage.
"I don't need a sword, I can deal with you with one hand."
She really put away her sword.
The expression on his face was still cold, but in the eyes of others, he had an arrogance that was sharper than a knife.
She took it for granted.
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"master!"
When Lian Tang had finally dealt with the attacker upstairs and ran downstairs with bloodshot eyes, his master was still drinking.
In the middle of the hall filled with blood and corpses, a girl in a white robe was patting the last person's chest with one hand.
When she extended her hand, reflected in the candlelight, it looked no different from the hands of the ladies embroidering in the capital, looking so fragile and graceful that it would break if bent.
However, when the handprint touched the man's chest, it was like a landslide and the man was knocked backwards, smashing several tables along the way, and finally hitting the wall behind him heavily.
Blood gushed out of his mouth, and the masked man slowly slid down the wall with his eyes wide open. The white-robed girl who indifferently withdrew her hand was reflected in his gradually dilating pupils.
Die with eyes open.
Xia Fuyi turned around.
He glanced at Lian Tang, who was running down hurriedly with his mouth wide open, and commented without any emotion,
"At this rate, Li Chi would have been killed a hundred times already."
Lian Tang: ...
He closed his mouth and was about to retort but felt he had nothing to say, and more fear suddenly surged up in his heart.
He knelt down before Li Chi, kowtowed and said in regret,
"Master, I was useless and almost got you hurt."
Li Chi smiled and asked him to get up.
"Who could have guessed? Even I thought everything was foolproof, but I didn't expect to be found by him in Yangui."
He looked up at the boundless night outside the window and murmured,
"Looks like we won't be able to sleep tonight. We have to leave the city overnight."
Li Chi turned and looked at Xia Fuyi.
The lights in the lobby flickered, and the thick smell of blood hung in the air, but this god of death, whose hands had just been stained with dozens of lives, was not stained with blood at all, and everything from his body to his eyes was clean.
Just like the sword in her hand.
Sharp, pure, snow-white and cold.
Li Chi stared at her in this bloody scene for a long time before he said,
"Will you be my bodyguard, Miss Fuyi?"
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