The words of the sword does not fall have not yet been finished, but it has already won a round of applause from the group of warriors, and it seems that they are quite in their favor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Seven Nights Sword Venerable was really calm, and his face still did not change when he heard the words, but the three big men were so angry that they were about to hang themselves, and they were about to have a seizure, when suddenly everyone heard a "Qiang!" A long sword out of the sheath screamed, but when they saw the Seven Nights Sword Venerable in his hand, the streamer flashed and was closed.

When he looked carefully in the blink of an eye, the long sword in his hand seemed to be unsheathed, but the more than ten long nails on the tree behind him were all inches long, and the heads of the severed nails all clinked and fell to the ground.

And he didn't even shake his body, he was still holding the long sword in his left hand, glanced at everyone with a smile, and slowly said: "Everyone, it's not that I'm domineering, I don't want you to show your skills in front of King Zhao, but the people who participated in the martial arts competition this time are all masters, if the martial arts are not good, even if you go, it will be in vain, so in my opinion, it's better not to go than to be embarrassed!"

As soon as he said this, he raised his head and glanced comfortably at the sky, moved his body slightly and said comfortably: "I know you are not convinced, but I don't mind at all, if any of you can do it with a sword, even if it is only to cut off half of these ten iron nails, I will personally send him to the Black Dragon King City, otherwise it will ......"

Otherwise, he didn't say any more, but leaned back and stopped talking, squinting his eyes as if he were about to fall asleep. But the implication is already obvious, if you don't even have this ability, you will go back and forth.

He shocked many people, and even those peddlers and pawns who went west into the city looked straight for a while.

Seven Nights Sword Venerable turned his head, still leaning and looking at the field, as if nothing had happened, completely indifferent, lazy and lazy, it was his arrogance and not taking the many martial artists of the Southern Martial Arts in his eyes that he was the real annoyance.

If everyone was asked to choose the most unbearable one among his demeanor and swordsmanship, the martial artists present would probably not choose his swordsmanship, because his attitude was far ten times more arrogant than his swordsmanship.

There were already a few young swordsmen in the crowd who couldn't look at it, and one of them, a young man in white fur, swept to the side of the sword, pointed at the three big men, and said angrily:

"A few arrogant puppets, dare to deceive no one in the world? Others are afraid of you, but the little master Dugu Fang didn't take you thieves in his eyes, I want to see what is special about your bullshit swordsmanship. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several young swordsmen on the same road cheered.

The knife did not fall but he snorted coldly, this Dugu Fang's sentence "others are afraid of you" clearly refers to himself, although Dugu Fang is an unintentional mistake, but in fact he was still scolded inexplicably, it is this that makes people angry, but at this time although he is unwilling, but it is still not good to attack.

And the three big men were scolded twice as "puppets", and they were so angry that they were about to draw their swords and make a move, but the Seven Nights Sword Venerable over there shook his head and sighed to himself.

The three of them seemed to be quite jealous of their master, and they didn't pay attention to the master, and even turned their heads to the side, obviously unwilling to pay attention, and suddenly wilted like no anger, only turned around and stared at Dugu Fang in a daze, one of the big men swept Dugu Fang and the knife without a look, and said disdainfully:

"You two are no less capable of scolding the street than the girls on the street, but I don't know if your swordsmanship and knife skills are as sharp as your mouth......!

The big man swept away a group of warriors behind them and said, "You are no match for any of the three of us, so you are not qualified enough to let us draw our swords." ”

Dugu Fang was already a young man, and when he heard this, he almost fell into anger on the spot, "Qiang!" pulled out his long sword, and scolded angrily: "Arrogant, even if you take two rotten irons, you dare to laugh at no one in the world, and you simply regard the heroes of the world as nothing......"

Before he finished speaking, he had already aroused the excitement of the crowd, only a heroic young woodcutter beside Xiao Yi held on to the firewood frame and sighed, but he listened to the Dugu Fang mercilessly, and continued: "Since you are so self-conscious......"

He glared at the Seven Nights Sword Venerable fiercely, specially accentuated the pronunciation of the four words beyond his strength, and replied: "This son has fulfilled your wish......"

The knife does not fall, seeing that this young man surnamed Dugu is really arrogant, he is so happy that he has a fight with that big man, it is best to break his arm and lame, and then retreat to make room for them, obviously to encourage them to fight.

But the big man still didn't pull out the long sword in his hand, and glanced at Dugu Fang lightly and said: "I advise Your Excellency not to draw the sword, maybe your father 'Cold Sword White Fox' Dugu Feng is here, maybe there is still a chance, just ...... you" The big man shook his head, with a thick disdain on his face, and said: "You can't!"

Dugu Fang was so angry that his face turned green, and he was smoking, and before the big man finished speaking, suddenly the sword ran out of lightning, and he used all his strength to tremble out seven sword flowers, one real and six false, and suddenly attacked the big man's door.

The big man really kept his word, seeing that the long sword was handed over, it was still not out of the sheath, not dodging, not dodging, not advancing or retreating, only holding the middle of the sheath handle and turning abruptly, everyone had not yet seen his tricks clearly, but they heard the sound of "dang!" in their ears, but saw a beam of sparks burst out between the two, and then looked at the field, it turned out that the tip of Dugufang's sword was impartially against the middle of the opponent's scabbard, and the score was exactly the same.

It was this blow that made him know that this big man's swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary, and the strength of his hand alone shocked him so much that he could barely hold the long sword in his hand, and he had to stand firm after taking two steps back.

The four martial artists are not vegetarians, only this one move immediately distinguishes the superior, but the big man did not take the opportunity to follow up and counterattack Dugu Fang, his subordinates are clearly merciful, but most of the young people estimate that their hearts are higher than the sky, once they lose a move and a half, eight out of ten consciously can't get off the stage, and they are even more desperate.

This Dugu Fang is no exception, he swept those who watched the excitement from the corner of his eye, and suddenly pounced as if he was crazy, and the sword was as fast as lightning, but the big man never raised a foot, standing like Mount Tai and stopping Yue Zhi, waving the sheath sword up and down, left and right, and swaying freely, it seems that this person's swordsmanship is really much higher than that of Dugu Fang, but he has always refused to fight back.

The more this is the case, the more angry Dugu Fang becomes, in his opinion, this kind of courtesy is not only not humble, but a kind of arrogance and contempt, how can he not be angry.

At this moment, three horses came on the official road in the east, and three people were sitting at once, but the leader was a young man in a white fur, and the two horses behind him were two middle-aged warriors, all dressed as Jin people.

The young man was simple and generous, without a scarf on his head, just a bunch of back, thick eyebrows and big eyes, feet on sword boots, and no weapons on his body, the whole person looked extremely harmonious, if it weren't for the appearance was a little too rough, a little shorter, it could really be said that there was a Song Yu posture, Rao is so, but also heroic, full of attractive charm, very attractive.

As for what attraction he has, I really can't see it, it's just a feeling, a faintly rare temperament.

When the three of them arrived, the field was very lively, and Dugu Fang was thrashing left and right, so everyone didn't pay attention to them.

The young man dismounted first, turned back and whispered a few words to the two middle-aged men, who nodded when they heard this, and stopped elsewhere with their horses, looking at the middle of the field as if they did not know the young man.