In front of the Casting Pavilion, the bloodstained Puyang old sword head knelt down in the torrential rain, and did not move at all.

Jiang Manlou, who was carrying an ink attack, looked at the miserable figure who had long recognized him as a master kneeling in front of him, and the tip of his nose was sour. He looked up at the dim sky, and there was nothing in the sky except the rain, which would stop at some point......

Luo Changfeng, who had a silver fox face, was already holding the divine bow and arrows, and slowly fell.

Jiang Manlou wiped the rain and tears on his face that could not be distinguished, and looked at the more than 100 horsemen riding the iron armor of the floating slaughter and rushing to the autumn rain, he knew that the overall situation had finally been decided.

The disciples who guarded the fifth uncle of the Jiang family had been worried since they chose the camp to betray the old man. They knew that if they couldn't succeed in getting rid of Jiang Manlou, their fate would be conceivable. Now that everyone relied on the Puyang sword, the head of the sword was killed, and he died under the arrows of a young man with a silver fox face, and behind him, there were invulnerable Futu iron armors with full body weapons and guns, and the fifth uncle of the Jiang family, who had been planning for a long time but lost under an uncertain variable, was gone, and many people began to sway from side to side in a state of confusion.

Until a disciple came with the news, saying that Jiang Liu'er, the sister-in-law of the Jiang family, had led reinforcements to the outside of Tibing Mountain, and attacked the Yuzhongtang and the 3,000 floating armor defending the city, Peng Jiu and the 30,000 Qingli army, which had no intention of fighting, were defeated and fled.

The news of the five thunderbolts made the middle-aged Confucian who looked quite elegant completely desperate.

He planned for many years, and even did not hesitate to collude with the Seven Prefectures to join forces with foreign armies to suppress the city, but in the end he still lost at the hands of his nephew, who had never been optimistic.

He couldn't figure out why!

After years of walking on thin ice, he has been doing it step by step.

It can be said that every step he takes is a decision made by his careful deduction and calculation, and these steps are not a strange and dangerous move, but have become an undefeated determination in his heart.

But what is it that makes the situation what it is today?

The 3,000 floating armor with combat power beyond the calculation? the unexpected reinforcements of Jiang Liu'er? the appearance of Mr. Shushan Moyan in the bookkeeper? Or is it the arrow eight that is as powerful as the top ten divine soldiers?

Neither!

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family thinks that in this game of chess, under his single-handed determination, it is never the divine soldier Arrow Eight that reverses the real battle situation, and it is undeniable that the power of the arrow eight and two arrows is undeniable, but no matter how spiritual the divine soldier is, it is still a cold dead thing after all.

A dead thing is not a living child.

The indefinite son who broke the chess game was the silver fox face not far in front of him.

Come to think of it, even the mysterious military advisor who promoted the alliance of the Tanyuan in the Seven States Domain never expected such an outsider to appear, right......

The disciples around him threw off their armor and fled.

More than 100 Futu iron armor besieged themselves again.

Mr. Shushan stood with his hands in his hands and appeared in sight.

Regardless of what happened to the eleven runes that had been painstakingly researched, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled with blood-red eyes: "Since ancient times, he has become a king and defeated a king! Good nephew, he didn't disappoint the old man!"

Jiang Manlou put away the ink attack that could be changed at will, and the victory of the life and death situation made him not feel much joy: "Let the fifth uncle down!"

Maybe it's because people are dying, and their words are good, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family was silent for a long time and said, "Can the fifth uncle ask you for something?"

Jiang Manlou said: "Although my nephew may not be able to agree, I still want to hear about the fifth uncle's last unfulfilled wish. ”

"Spare Gong'er's life, he is your brother after all!"

Jiang Manlou said with a smile: "Spare his life? He may not necessarily spare his nephew! Besides, let the tiger return to the mountain, is the fifth uncle really a saint who does not care about grievances and hatred?"

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family stared at Jiang Manlou for a long time, and through the heavy rain, he didn't know if he could see Jiang Manlou's face clearly.

However, he could hear the mockery and the determination to kill the nephew in his words.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled miserably, as if he was in a rage, and the corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood.

In the midst of that demonic laughter, he raised his palm, and pressed his five fingers like claws on his head......

There was silence in front of the Forge Pavilion.

In the rainstorm, Jiang Manlou walked to the body of the fifth uncle who was lying in the cold rain, and closed his eyes for the uncle who died with hatred: "Originally, I didn't mean to kill them all." As for Jiang Mangong, let him fend for himself. ”

......

After the rainstorm, it was a good weather with a cool autumn wind.

Luo Changfeng led the horse.

Jiang Manlou pulled a little goodbye.

The three of them went out of the city and out of the mountain of soldiers.

Jiang Manlou, who is no longer the future head of the Jiang family, but the real master of the Hidden Soldier Valley, no longer needs the old servant to lead the way when he crosses this Tibing Mountain.

I don't know whether to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger or hide his wisdom and clumsy The young master of the Jiang family spent the first half of his life, as if he grew up overnight, not only picked up the burden of the first family in the world, but also undertook the undertaking of his aunt Jiang Liuer, and completed the long-overdue wedding with Yuzhongtang.

It's just that there is a fly in the ointment that among the ten sons, Luo Changfeng is the only witness!

Today's Jiang Manlou, life can be described as a real house!

"In the Forge Pavilion, how did you subdue that extremely spiritual arrow?"

At the foot of the mountain, Jiang Manlou stopped.

Looking at his fellow brothers who still hadn't taken off the mask of the silver fox's face, he smiled slightly.

"You told me that the material forged by the arrows was taken from the space debris of the shattered world, and I have a map of the mountains and rivers of Sheji. "For Jiang Manlou, who is not like a sibling but is better than a sibling, Luo Changfeng has nothing to hide.

"I still don't understand. Jiang Manlou shook his head.

"Everyone knows that the Jun Tian Atlas was divided into seven five hundred years ago, but very few people know what special things each of the seven catalogues is. Luo Changfeng explained.

"The Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram that the old man once obtained is a sword mound where countless famous swords are buried. The map of the mountains and rivers of Sheji, which my father got a few years ago, is a nine-fold painting of mountains and rivers. I sit and watch the painting and climb the mountain, and every time I enter a heavy mountain and see a heavy water, I will get a means to ignore the distance and be inseparable between the two worlds. ”

Jiang Manlou, who was from an extraordinary background and had seen countless treacherous methods, was still quite shocked in his heart.

With such an ability as the two worlds, I am afraid that only those who have entered the holy world can shrink the ground into inches and tear the space into a certain place. And now that Luo Changfeng is only in the realm of the primordial gods, he has such an ability with the help of Tiantu, in some ways, isn't it equivalent to the realm of divine induction?

"Actually, it's not as mysterious as you think, so far, I've only seen three mountains and rivers. Luo Changfeng said with a wry smile.

If it was true that the two worlds came and went freely, why would he be so troubled.

Directly tear open the space boundary wall, go to Yan Bailou, and then stab it in, and then disappear in an instant between the two realms, isn't it that any grievances are over?

"In this way, Arrow Eight and you are really destined for fate. Jiang Manlou arched his hand.

"Just send it here. ”

Luo Changfeng led the horse, squatted down and rubbed the little regret head that was obviously much more well-behaved beside Jiang Manlou.

"In the Valley of Tibetan Soldiers, don't make trouble for Brother Manlou. ”

"No, it won't. Don't be obedient, let Brother Manlou give me a knife. ”

"Then you have to learn the knife seriously, and when the time comes, the first brother will test your knife skills. Luo Changfeng was in a trance for a moment, and he didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong.

"Don't worry. This little guy is in Tibing Mountain, what else can he do. It is guaranteed that he will be the same as this son, and he will become a handsome leader in the future who will be watched by thousands of people on the Earth Xuan List. ”

"It's the same as you?, how many places are you ranking on the Dixuan New List?" Luo Changfeng said teasingly.

"Yes, this boy didn't say anything. Jiang Manlou waved his hand and motioned for Luo Changfeng to leave quickly, don't leave an eyesore.

Luo Changfeng smiled.

Dressed up.

Then he bowed his hand and led the horse away.

"Brother ...... junior high school" Xiao Xibei ran a few steps, tears blurred his eyes.

Jiang Manlou looked at the back, sighed and put his hands behind his back: "Bear child, you have to remember to learn the knife hard." What is the new list of Dixuan, and he will be the second in the future!"