Xia Yuanqing's face was pale, this technique of turning the silk thread of strength into clear light still needs a lot of tempering before it can be completed. In this short period of time, he has consumed most of his strength.

Now the flowers and trees in the courtyard, the small bridge and flowing water, are all condensed into a puppet shape, the terrain and water veins of the entire courtyard have been clearly seen, and the number of steps in the surrounding area has been measured, and in a blink of an eye, the "Tiangong" puppet has sent Xia Yuanqing to the wall.

"Qiansan, Kun Wu. ”

"Xun seven, earthquake six. ”

"Kan four, Li eight. ”

"Gen one, exchange two. ”

In the four courtyards of Qingtian Street, the number of directions was calculated one after another. In a short time, the four masters of the Mo family had gathered together and calculated the common result.

Mo Wenwen took out a small bamboo bird from the body of "Shangguan Wan'er", gently carved a few words, and threw it towards the night sky with his hand. The little bamboo bird flew into the night sky like a carrier pigeon.

Guan Wanshan and Chu Jinghong have been sitting on the high ground next to Qingtian Street, waiting for the news of the battlefield, the sound of shouting and killing in the street, the sound of violent impact, and the sound of the courtyard wall collapsing, both of them seem to be deaf, and they are quietly closing their eyes to recuperate.

They believed that their brothers and friends could outwit the enemy in a short period of time, and that they could figure out the exact location of the vital Central Chamber.

The bamboo bird had already landed lightly on Chu Jinghong's shoulder, and a small bamboo card popped out from the machine spring under his feet, which was the result of the data reported by Mo Wendao through the four courtyards.

Chu Jinghong stood up, stretched deeply, and yawned, as if he had just woken up from a dream, on this battlefield, he was still calm and casual.

Guan Wanshan also moved, and reached out to grab the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in the hand of the knife-wielder next to him.

As soon as the knife was in his hands, the whole person immediately changed his appearance, the original white skin turned into a face like a heavy jujube, the frail and sick and thin body changed into a heroic and powerful hero, five strands of long hair fluttering in front of the chest, and the whole person seemed to be blessed by endless divine power, becoming brave and invincible.

Guan Wanshan was the key to turning the tide of the battle in the crisis moments of the Yanyulou in the south of the Yangtze River, and several times he encountered a strong enemy that was almost invincible, and he held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife and used the "Shen" strength to kill the strong enemy on the spot.

It has almost become the Dinghai Shenshen needle of the Yanyu Building in the south of the Yangtze River.

This battle of Qingtian Street is very important, the periphery is cleared, and when entering the courtyard, it is necessary to kill the enemy generals guarding the courtyard with lightning speed, so that Chu Jinghong has the opportunity to destroy the secret room of the central organ.

Now that the four streets and four courtyards have been captured, the controller of the secret room of the central organ is very likely to open the mechanism and kill Wen Zhiyong's family, so he must take advantage of the hesitation moment when the courtyard is still waiting for news to save people in a very short time.

If you can't kill this person in a very short time, the sound of the fight in the small courtyard will be known by the controller in the secret room, and maybe you will start killing immediately.

The courtyard of Qingtian Street has been broken, the streets have been conquered, and the remnants of the enemy have been wiped out, only to see a figure coming from a distance like a gale, with a red face and long hair, and a green dragon glaive knife in his hand, it is Guan Wanshan!

In an instant, they had reached the outer wall of the small courtyard, and they saw that the four masters of the Mo family, helping each other, controlling the silk thread of strength, had already used a few puppets to lift the top and push the person over the courtyard wall.

Inside the courtyard was the former famous general Yan Liang, who was drunk at this time, and the nine-eared and eight-ring elephant nose knife was poking on the ground.

Yan Liang is lonely, the Jin Ge Iron Horse of the year, charging into battle, fighting bloodily, those honors and reputations have become a thing of the past.

Only after this drunken wine, those distant memories of themselves can linger in their minds, and now they have empty skills, which are indeed useless, there is no master, there is no strong enemy, and living in a muddy state is a kind of torture for the heroes and heroes of the past.

The shouting outside seemed to have lasted for a while, and it sounded in all directions, and the ninja on the giant tree in the small courtyard also moved, listening to the sound outside, as if his side had fallen down, and the sound of the ninja falling heavily on the road was heard clearly.

The heavy sound of the ironclad swordsmen falling to the ground seemed to ring in their ears, the chirps of ghosts gradually disappeared, the rumbling of something heavy rolling in the streets also came to a standstill, and the heroic laughter of the west was heard by the enemy.

But Yan Liang doesn't care about all this, it's nothing, a bunch of incompetent people, a bunch of reckless people.

As long as you guard this courtyard, under the knife momentum of your own nine-eared and eight-ring elephant nose broadsword, no matter how many people come in, they will only be cut in two.

The wind on this winter night is really comfortable, and it can blow in from this cage-like courtyard, making my drunk and hot body feel the slightest coolness. It's a good night, and the best way to do this is to steal camps.

When I was in my career as a horse, how many times did I take the title of man on such a night, and the horse picked the bell, and led the elite division to sneak attack the enemy's Chinese army camp.

The enemy outposts were swept away one by one by elite soldiers, and the soldiers sleeping soundly in the tents were like treasure troves waiting to be opened by themselves.

Wherever the nine-eared and eight-ringed elephant nose and big knife go, people turn over on their backs, their limbs fly sideways, and their blood flows and pestles, that is when they are the happiest, and that is where they should be.

But the general who was supposed to be shrouded in horse leather, a fierce general who was invincible to ten thousand people, has now become a watchdog trapped in a corner, a dog who has lost his home.

To live is a kind of torture, why those past glories are far away from themselves, why are there no fateful strong enemies and kill themselves. Why do you still have to live in the world?

Only this fine wine and the nine-eared and eight-ring elephant nose knife are their only companions, and when they are drunk, the pain that swallows their hearts will be weakened, and at this time, they can find a little shadow of the past by waving the big knife that galloped the world in the past.

Yan Liang stood up, although he had already drunk two large jars of soju, but when he stood up, his body was as stable as a giant tree, and he had a knife in his hand, and the cold knife shaft made his blood-soaked hands clench tighter.

A few steps forward is the open space where he usually practices his own knife, and the surrounding walls and ground are full of deep knife marks, in the middle of the night, after being drunk, it is the time for Yan Liang to practice the knife.

The shouting and killing around has gradually subsided, and the four courtyards are also silent, the enemy should have won, maybe tonight's knife practice will not be as boring as usual, maybe some guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead will come in and let their big knives taste the blood that they have not seen for a long time.

There was a soft sound on the wall, and a person fell, and sure enough, the guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead came, it seems that there is still a wonderful moment in this Qingtian Street, these enemies are the biggest reward for themselves, and only by satisfying their own killings can they sleep peacefully.

Yan Liang held a nine-eared and eight-ring elephant nose knife, and had already greeted it, and the night wind touched the golden ring on the knife body, and made a sound of "Geleneng", and saw that the face of the person jumping down from the wall was like a heavy jujube, with five willows and long hair, holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife.

Why did I only feel my heart beating faster when I saw this person, and the hairs on my body stood up, and why did the thick drunkenness sweep away?

It's not good!

I only heard the person on the other side shouting: "What kind of hero I thought it was, a famous general, turned out to be just a drunkard who sold his head." ”

"Look at the knife!"

This knife is like a hurricane that sweeps the heavens and the earth, with the power of thunder, the weight of the five mountains of Taihang, its speed is as fast as electricity, and the knife is fast.

Yan Liang saw where he dared to slacken, and poured all his strength into the nine-eared and eight-ring elephant nose broadsword in his hand to meet it, the power of this knife, he had never encountered it in his decades of fighting experience.

Under this sword momentum, let me remember the feeling of just enlisting in the army and almost being killed by the enemy general. Himself is like a recruit in front of his opponent.

The feeling of heavy impact blocked it! I want to escape! I will die! But why didn't my body obey the call, why did the knife become two, and whose blood was it?!

Half of Yan Liang's body and half of the big knife had been slashed by Guan Wanshan and flew out several feet.

A white light! Chu Jinghong has been admitted to the hospital.

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