There was still a knife hanging on his waist, Gu Xian didn't know how to describe that knife.

Anyway, it must be a knife completely different from "Kuai Dao", "Ru Yi Dao" and "Wan Sheng Dao".

Gu Xian jumped off the carriage and said, "I'm here."

The man turned his face, his eyes lit up, like a bright lamp.

Gu Xian raised the torch and shone it on his face.

It was a pale face with an expression of indifference.

That kind of indifference is not the indifference towards Gu Xian, but a kind of indifference that does not take everything in the world seriously.

This person is of course Di Qinglin!

He was a little surprised and said, "Fang Cheng? It's you who came here?"

Gu Xian nodded: "It's me."

"Did you bring the calligraphy and painting?"

Di Qinglin closed his eyes, he was a little tired.

"I brought them all, seventy volumes, one volume is not a lot, and they are all in the carriage."

Di Qinglin nodded and said, "Well, you did a good job. Do you know where these paintings come from?"

Gu Xian hesitated and said, "Um...I don't know."

Di Qinglin said: "You don't have to pretend, whether you know it or not, it's actually a result."

"What result?"

"die!"

Di Qinglin suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly drew the knife, and swung it out!

Like a shooting star flashing across the night!

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Di Qinglin suddenly opened his eyes and drew his saber!

In his opinion, Fang Cheng, Gao Feng, and Xu Tong are not really useful people, and they don't need to go to sea with him!

None of the three would have survived.

The only difference is that only the last remaining person among the three is qualified to let him do it.

In the dark night, the edge of the blade bloomed with a cold and beautiful light.

The knife is very thin and the knife is very fast!

At least three times faster than the so-called "quick knife"!

Fortunately, Gu Xian was prepared, he stepped back quickly, threw the purple gold knife on his waist casually, and met Di Qinglin's thin knife.

"clang!"

The Zijin knife was split in half and fell to the ground.

Of course Fang Cheng is not as good as Di Qinglin, and his saber is not as good either!

Di Qinglin did not continue to move forward, but said coldly: "You are not Fang Cheng."

Gu Xian smiled and said, "How?"

Di Qinglin said: "Fang Cheng will never be able to dodge my knife. If you are Fang Cheng, then this knife should penetrate three inches above your left chest, then penetrate half a minute into your heart, and you can withdraw it immediately."

He has even calculated the position of the knife edge clearly.

Gu Xian said: "Fang Cheng really can't dodge this knife, there are not many people who can dodge this knife."

Di Qinglin said: "But there are probably only two people who can still appear here."

Gu Xian slowly took off the human skin mask, changed back to his own appearance, and said, "That's not necessarily the case, I'm afraid I'm that No.11 person!"

Di Qinglin's indifferent face showed ups and downs for the first time: "You are Gu Xian?"

He had already seen Gu Xian's portrait.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he hasn't seen it, at least he recognizes the sword.

The same sword used by Ying Wuwu, his master and father, Spirit Snake.

Di Qinglin said: "Unexpectedly, you are not dead yet, this is a variable."

Gu Xian said: "The lost calligraphy and paintings can still be found, and the dead can naturally be resurrected."

Di Qinglin said: "Wrong! It is impossible to find something lost!"

"If you are resurrected, I will kill you again!"

Di Qinglin struck out again.

This knife is much faster than the speed just now!

The knife just now was only used to kill Fang Cheng, Di Qinglin didn't need to be too fast.But now he has gone all out!

The Thin Knife arrives in an instant!

Gu Xian didn't panic.

From the moment he saw Di Qinglin, he knew there was going to be a battle.

A battle is a battle, and if you are nervous and flustered, it is also a battle.So even though Gu Xian knew that Di Qinglin's martial arts were much higher than his, he was still very calm.

The seaside was dark and silent.

Not even a dim starlight.

"You can't see your fingers" refers to this kind of night.

Di Qinglin's knife was like shooting stars, piercing through the darkness like a bamboo, and slashing towards the place he wanted to slash.

And Gu Xian's sword was like spirit snakes, piercing towards Di Qinglin from all directions and various strange angles.

Gu Xian kept retreating, but Di Qinglin kept advancing.

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