Shu Zhuying kept moving forward with an unhurried pace, but the old dog quickly walked ahead. In a short time, the two of them had already surpassed the crowd out of the city, copied the wilderness road, and tracked down a small mountain village.

At this time, Lian Zhuang lived in a house, which was just an ordinary mountain house surrounded by a fence. Although it seems a little simple, but under the careful cleaning of the owner, the environment is also quiet and livable.

In the eyes of the old dog, judging from Lian Zhuang's daily "harvest" and her good light skills, she should have been able to change to a better place to live a long time ago. But seeing that this was not the case, I couldn't help but be curious and continued to look.

The old dog shrank in the corner of the wall and stretched out the mask of the dog's head, looking intently at the warmth of his grandchildren. Shu Zhuying didn't have the heart to be a voyeur, and leaned against the tree a little farther away to close his eyes and recuperate.

After a while, the old dog even guessed, and asked a few neighbors by the way, and got a general understanding of the situation, and then walked back.

"Wow, what a filial daughter. A beautiful filial daughter is a thief, and it is really better to be a dog than a man. ”

sighed a few words, the old dog never shifted his gaze, still facing the direction of Lian Zhuang's house, stretched out his hand to Shu Zhuying without looking back, waved and asked, "Where is the money?"

“…… A messenger of justice who catches thieves?"

With a cold and faint sarcasm, Shu Zhuying put a few silver tickets in the old dog's hand and said, "Solving temporary worries can't solve the problem." ”

"There is some truth. ”

After receiving the silver ticket, the old dog hesitated a little when he heard this, and did not step forward immediately. After all, one moment ago, he regarded the other party as a mortal enemy, and in a blink of an eye, he was too enthusiastic. If Lian Zhuang regarded it as an ulterior attempt, it would be self-defeating.

And it's not right, obviously he is here to settle accounts, why did he become enthusiastic to help? The old dog only remembered this stubble at this time, and quickly dispelled the strange thoughts in his mind, and asked softly: "Do you know a powerful doctor? When the old man's illness is cured, I will reason with her." The messenger of justice who catches the thief cannot give up halfway. ”

"A lot, but it can't be now. ”

Although the old man was in poor health, his life was not in danger for a while. The voice of the bamboo shadow fell, and the sky above suddenly disappeared, and the color of the previous brightness was restored quickly, as if a vision had never happened.

"The face of the doll changes so fast. ”

"Have you ever heard of Seven Stars?"

"Do you have any other interests?"

"Hmm. ”

The indifferent expression became even more solemn, and Shu Zhuying responded lightly, then grabbed the blood-stained ice moth that was placed in his hand, and walked quickly in the direction of leaving the village.

The old dog still felt a little complacent about mastering Shu Zhuying's thoughts, and saw that Shu Zhuying left Lao Yuan in a blink of an eye without saying a word, and followed impatiently and said loudly: "Good dog brother, what are you doing?"

"Find a swordsman. ”

The beast bone knife was raised, the red light of the dog's head mask flashed, and the old dog asked, "Is there a dog powerful?"

There are some things that are inappropriate to act with the old dog, Shu Zhuying pointed behind him and replied, "You don't want to be a messenger of justice?"

"Hmm...... The messenger of justice needs a police dog!"

I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and my heart hurts when I think about Xiao Peach, the old dog shook his head and stopped in front of Shu Zhuying, and he couldn't refuse, "You hurry up and return Xiao Miao to me, I need it to watch this female thief for me, I can't let her run away!"

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The gloomy tomb of the sword, the thick dead air spreads boundlessly, and the remnants of the broken sword are everywhere, full of decay and decay. In the place of the death of the sword, the old man's exercise roar sounded in the distance, full of energy.

The lonely place, which has always been rarely visited, has an uninvited guest today. The matter of the ancient seven stars is spreading more and more, and the visions are endless, Shu Zhuying came here to fight with the sick sword, one is to try out the sword king star on the sword, and the other is to confirm some things.

Stepping into the depths of the sword mound, Shu Zhuying reached out and grabbed the Xuanbing Sword inserted in the side. Sensing the abnormal movement behind him, the sick sword quickly turned over, jumped off the horizontal bar made of the Eight Wind Sword, and after a few turns, he quickly grabbed Shu Zhuying's hand holding the sword.

If a master makes a move, a moment of miscalculation and omission, the gap will be difficult to close. With a thousand catties of iron and stone tied to his feet, why is the leg and foot of the sick sword a little slower? Shu Zhuying held the Xuanbing sword on his side, and turned the sword with his backhand, and the sword edge was cold.

The Xuanbing Sword was slashed at each other, and the sick sword had no choice but to retreat. After standing still, he turned the Eight Wind Sword in his hand a few times with a little sullenness, and the sick sword hurriedly choked: "Ahhhh

"This time, the winner is one, the frost reflects the clear step and the bamboo shadow, waiting for the teaching. ”

After many battles, he failed to win, and when it came to the key, Shu Zhuying would not be humble again. Don't win with weapons, the blood-stained ice moth disguised by the bamboo sheath was unloaded aside, and Shu Zhuying only held the Xuanbing sword, waiting for the sick sword to fight.

Throwing away the thousands of pounds of iron and stone on his legs, and carrying the Eight Wind Sword on his shoulder, the sick sword shook his legs, and said very dissatisfied: "Yo yo yo, except for the old monkey of the poor Baji, no one dares to choke with me like this!

The fighting spirit is strong, the sword intent is strong, although the sick sword does not know why Shu Zhuying insists on separating victory and defeat, but such a good opponent has not been seen for many years. The length of the sword has its own contentious interest.

However, looking at Shu Zhuying holding the Xuan Ice in his hand, and glancing at the blood-stained ice moth on his side, the sick sword turned around and asked: "Hey, hey, why don't you use the bamboo sword?" Although your sword is almost good, but the sword is not more than internal force, I will pay attention to the collection of some force, you can rest assured that you can come." ”

"You talk as much as Aoshenzhou. ”

"The sword demon is as funny as me, hmph, pay attention, be careful of being swept away by my sword wind until it leaks, decays and decays!"

When the words fell, the sword of the eight winds did not move, and the wind suddenly poured in from the sword mound, mourning and sorrow, making people cowardly before fighting. The sick sword laughed loudly, and the sword of decay came out first. The already decaying aura in the sword mound is strong, and it helps the power of sword moves.

The declining wind and the sword flow, dense and leaky, the eight winds are swept away. Comparing swords for a long time, knowing each other's roots, sparse bamboo shadow drew the sword body method quickly, people took advantage of the mourning wind against the trend, waved a simple sword light, and poked straight at the weak point of the decaying sword, vowing to quickly divide the superiority.

"Is it that simple? I'm a sick sword that can't blow by the eight winds, give it to me!"

The eight winds came out of the sheath and blocked horizontally, making a sonorous sound, and the sword returned quickly. Although the words were relaxed and leisurely, the face of the sick sword was very solemn.

Shu Zhuying's sword has always had few names, and it has long been on the road of simplifying the complex. After more than ten years of work, both sides will try the depth every year.

Witnessing this man's sword has changed from a kaleidoscope to today, which seems to be easy and ordinary, but in fact it is deep and endlessly simple and pure.

Except for the poor Baji, Sick Jiansu has never been soft on anyone. Although the Eight Winds Disease Sword needs to be urged by internal force to achieve full effect, if it is relied on to win the Shuzhu Shadow, it is equivalent to thinking that the sword is slightly inferior. What's more, the two have a deep relationship, and Sick Jiansuo knows that Shu Zhuying is not a weak foundation, but he rarely relies on his foundation to suppress people.

The mind is determined, the sick sword is arrogant, not more than the foundation, only in the fast change to win, the eight wind sword is varied, the sword of destruction, the bitter sword, the sword of music, the sword of decay, the sword of sorrow, all kinds of alternation, the sword of broken swords in the sword mound is flying all over the sky, let it be driven, in an instant, dozens of swords have been used, the mystery is endless.

However, in the face of the sick sword's forced attack, Shu Zhuying still had the usual cold complexion, and the Xuanbing sword in his hand was obviously cold, and it looked like a bamboo pole that could be broken lightly, but it was always flawed by the sick sword. If it weren't for the fact that the Sick Sword was far more cultivated than an ordinary swordsman, he would have been defeated in a few moves.

The eight winds touched the ice, the move was not moved, the qi was already controlled, and it was difficult to change the move. Keen to perceive that the shadow of the bamboo is different from the past, the sick sword knows that a long battle is not good, and decisively withdraws more than ten zhang, and puts the sword into full success!

"Destroy the sword and break the ten directions!"

Sword and sword, victory and defeat will be divided; Formula and formula, win or lose a moment Y sword out, the remnants of the sword mound waste sword, have broken into powder, condense the power of a sword!

The thunder roared in the ten directions, the long sword moved the eight winds, and the mighty sword mang, with the air of destruction and ruin, came into view in an instant. The wind of decay tore through the robe, but the shadow of the bamboo was still pale, and the Xuanbing Sword in his hand stretched out as if there was no internal force attached to it, drawing a zigzag arc, and quickly broke the sick sword to the end without blinking.

There was a soft sound, and the Xuan Ice Sword was inserted back into the other three sword weapons. The sword won and lost, but the sword mound was silent for a while. After a while, he still didn't feel the changes in the seven stars in the sky, and Shu Zhuying couldn't help frowning, confused.

"The Sword King who was defeated in the way of the sword, is it still the Sword King?"