The giant lion chased after him, and every step of the valley shook, as if it was an earthquake, and the mountains and rocks fell, but fortunately, everyone was a master, and the sword qi was broken and the stone was not injured.

When the horses saw such a divine object, they had already howled and galloped wildly, but the giant lion was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to catch up with everyone.

Zhao Weisong yelled: "Throw down the corpse and run away!"

The young master was shocked and said, "Master Zhao, you must not! How can Uncle Huang's body be thrown away?"

The others looked hesitant.

Zhao Weisong was unwilling to convince everyone, and while driving the horse to gallop, he grabbed the reins of the horse carrying the corpse, twisted the horse's head vigorously, and stabbed the horse's buttocks in the direction of the giant lion, and the horse was frightened and galloped towards the giant lion.

The giant lion didn't care about the galloping horse, and with a gentle wave of his huge claws, the horse was slapped against the stone wall, and the blood flowed down into a bright red mural.

The young master watched Uncle Huang's body being flattened, and he couldn't stop crying.

Zhao Weisong said in a low voice: "The canyon in front has reached the narrowest point, we can pass through, the giant lion may not, everyone hurry up and go there." ”

The road in the valley gradually narrowed, and the stone walls on both sides above seemed to be two moats approaching, becoming more and more horizontal.

"Rush over!" Zhao Weisong roared.

There was only a gap in the way ahead, for the road in the valley was getting narrower, and the people had already lined up in a straight line, and the horses crossed the narrow path one by one, without crowding and trampling.

The giant lion was extremely fast at the beginning, but when he chased after him, his physical strength gradually became exhausted, and the stone wall was narrow, making it difficult for his body to travel, and he was far behind him, unable to move forward.

Zhao Weisong was the last to cross the narrow path, grabbed the reins, and looked back, his eyes full of pride.

The giant lion was trapped by the stone wall, and the roaring sound resounded through the valley, and the shaking rocks rolled down, and the clouds stopped.

Fearing that the officers and soldiers would be entangled, everyone hurried towards another avenue without stopping.

Fortunately, the officers and soldiers who pursued and killed got the letter, and the main force was ambushed in the valley, and now the main force was scattered, and the officers and soldiers defending the city on the avenue were weak, and they were discouraged by the masters and did not leave a piece of armor, and traveled all the way to the frontier.

When they arrived at the territory of Xianmen, everyone put their hearts at ease, the officers and soldiers here were extremely weak, the major mountains were towering, the bandits were rampant, and the barbarian clans often came here to invade the territory, which belonged to the territory of the king's land, and the control of the central dynasty was very weak.

The young master wiped away his tears, changed into clean clothes, and because he was concerned about Ziruo's whereabouts, he didn't have time to rest, so he rode his horse to Wanxian Tower overnight.

Originally, the young master had already sent a local spy to find out that the official prostitute place Ziruo was going to was Wanxianlou, and he was going to arrive on the same day, and rescued Ziruo before the brothel could receive it.

Unexpectedly, because the valley encountered an ambush, it was detoured to the avenue, and it was delayed for a whole day, and late at night the next day, I came to Wanxian Tower.

The young master was very anxious, worried that Ziruo had fallen into the tiger's mouth, and the tragic scene tugged at his heart almost all the time, how could he accept that his beloved woman was so wantonly abused by others?

Entering the Wanxian Building, the old bustard saw such a noble son with a lofty instrument, and thought that a big business had come, but more than ten people smashed it for a while, and the luxurious and extravagant Wanxian Building was beaten into ruins.

Lao Bustard Rao is a representative of the local underworld forces, and he has never seen this terrifying formation, so he trembled and said: "I said uncles, don't smash it, if you want to rob you, you can move out, and if you want to play with the girl, you can play with it, even if the old body goes out in person! Oh, don't smash it!"

The young master roared angrily: "What about Ziruo?"

The old bustard looked puzzled: "What Ziruo?"

A sharp sword was put on her neck, and Zhao Weisong said in a low voice: "Have you sent an official prostitute recently?"

The old bustard suddenly realized, it turned out that he had received a hard stubble official prostitute, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, in the guest room, stay with you today." ”

The young master only felt that the sky was spinning, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The old bustard was taken aback: "Isn't it the old lover of this official prostitute who has come to the door, miserable, this group of evildoers, it seems that my life is difficult to protect." ”

The young master barely supported himself to the third floor, pushed open the door, and saw Ziruo who was roasting the fire, his expression was indifferent, and his heart was a little better, but unexpectedly, he turned his head and saw a man lying on the bed, barechested, snoring loudly.

The young master was furious, and he assassinated him, but he was teased by the man on the bed, and even the double sword sect master who was the number one in the world in swordsmanship couldn't catch him, and his heart was even more desolate.

"Who are you?" Zhao Weisong asked angrily, the long sword in his hand rattled like a long snake attacking at any moment.

Ling Yun looked puzzled, and said angrily: "I haven't asked you who you are! What do you want to do when you come to my room in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that this person refused to explain and didn't want to entangle, Zhao Weisong turned around and asked Ziruo: "Ziruo, who is he?"

Ziruo saw the soldiers meeting each other, and he didn't dare to hide it, so he had to tell the truth.

The young master was overjoyed and said, "You really haven't been insulted and innocent?"

Zi Ruo said angrily, "Do you want me to be insulted?"

The young master pounced over, hugged her into his arms, and couldn't help but say: "Ziruo, great, you are still a virgin, do you know how worried I am about you? ”

Ziruo burst into tears, and said angrily: "Why am I not?" I am already a person who has died once, and I can't finish 10,000 words about the humiliation I suffered along the way, but fortunately I met him tonight......

The young master turned his head and glared at Ling Yun, although he kept Ziruo's innocence, but a lonely man and a widow, living in the same room, wouldn't his reputation be ruined, and he was still very hostile to him.

Ziruo continued: "Tonight, the old woman asked me to serve the guests, in the room, he originally wanted to do something wrong, but fortunately I forced me to die, but he didn't force me, the most hateful thing is this old woman!"

The young master signaled to Zhao Weisong, Zhao Weisong immediately understood, raised his sword and pressed the old bustard and left the room, but he didn't want this kind of inferior sword to defile his sword, so he ordered others to deal with her.

Seeing that his life was short, the old bustard struggled to the death, and shouted loudly: "Childe, I am only ordered to receive official prostitutes, if you kill me, will all the officers and soldiers escorted along the way have to be killed?"

Ling Yun couldn't bear it, and said: "What this old bustard said is that she is just acting on orders, and it is the emperor who is sentenced to be an official prostitute, why don't you kill the emperor?"

Zhao Weisong was furious and roared: "Dead old woman, forcing good people to become prostitutes, doing many evils, you defend her, don't you want to be like him?"

The old bustard shouted: "This uncle is speaking fairly, this Qinglou is opened by the Xianmen Hu family, if you want to find the culprit, why don't you kill the Hu family?"

Ling Yunxin said: "The Hu family is such a cow, and such a big restaurant is also his family's property, no wonder the rich are on the side." ”

Ziruo's thin eyebrows frowned lightly, and said, "Let's spare her life, but I have been whipped more than 20 times, and I want to be whipped back." Master Zhao, please ask Master Chu for help. ”

Master Chu's real name is Chu Wu, and the rivers and lakes are also known as "仵作", because he is accustomed to making long whips and judges' pens, and often uses long whips to roll judges' pens, which is extremely accurate, and the enemy can also be hit without mistake and killed instantly.

Zhao Weisong knew Ziruo's thoughts as soon as he heard it, and smiled slightly.

The old bustard thought that his life was safe, so he thanked him: "Girl, you are really Guanyin Bodhisattva, but the old body of twenty whips may not be able to stand it, can you reduce a few whips, and I am willing to pay off the debt with silver." ”

Ling Yun thought to himself: "This Ziruo is kind-hearted, dealing with the person who beat her badly, only retaliating with the same whip, if it were me, I may not be so tolerant." ”

He himself spoke for the old bustard, just because he didn't see the old bustard's evil behavior of forcing the good to be a prostitute, even if he whipped the woman, it was the thug who came forward, on the contrary, the old bustard has always been warm to him, people are not grass and trees, everyone will have sympathy, so he is unhappy for the old bustard, full of thought that the organization of selling spring will not be the crime of killing the head.

Zi Ruo asked, "How much silver are you willing to exchange for more than twenty whips?"

The old bustard pondered for a while, stretched out an index finger, and said hesitantly, "Ten thousand taels?"

Zi Ruo snorted and said, "Ten thousand taels, even one hundred thousand taels is not enough for the few whips I receive!"

Ling Yun was a little strange, and said in his heart: "Just now she said that it was her sister who was beaten in the backyard, I clearly remember that there were no whip marks on her body, could it be that she was beaten a long time ago?"

The old bustard looked bitter and said, "Girl, if I have 100,000 taels of old bustards, I won't show up to do this business, I will have three at most...... Forty thousand taels!"

Zi Ruo said: "Okay, you take out 40,000 taels, and then you only need to be whipped." ”

The old bustard thought to himself: "If you don't get a whip, I'm afraid you won't be able to get 100,000 taels, and if you get a whip, you will save 60,000 taels, and it's worth it." He hurriedly answered and thanked him.

How did she know how powerful that whip was, Ziruo thought to herself, even if Master Chu couldn't kill her with a whip, she would only have half an old life, and I was afraid that she would never be able to do evil again while lying in bed in the future.

Ling Yun asked in a low voice, "Where is your sister?"

Zi Ruo looked at him in surprise for a moment, then reacted, sneered, and said with a smile: "You are really stupid, where do I have a sister, that's me teasing you." ”

Ling Yun asked strangely, "Then why don't you have any scars on your body?"

Without waiting for Ziruo to answer, the young master was already furious, his face was full of annoyance, he drew Mrs. Zhao's sword, put a sword on Ling Yun's neck, and said angrily: "What did you say? Have you seen Ziruo's body?"

Zhao Weisong hurriedly said: "Young master be careful!"

No one could see clearly, not even the air was disturbed.

Ling Yun raised his foot, and the young master was already kicked away with his sword and people, falling into the bed covered with cotton, and sending the cotton bomb all over the room.

Zhao Weisong, the number one swordsman in the world, has never seen such fast kung fu.

He once practiced sword stabbing flying mosquitoes, and his eyes could clearly see the trajectory of mosquitoes flying, even if he was looking at the sun, he could clearly see the mosquitoes flying, piercing with a sword, and the sword was not missing.

However, in front of this person, he was completely blank, and his movements were so fast that even the trajectory no longer existed.

Ziruo hurriedly picked up the young master, and glanced back at Ling Yun with grievances.

Ling Yun didn't bother to take care of the masters of this lower world, and walked out of the room.

On the stairs, the masters who stopped Ling Yun were kicked into the wooden wall panels one by one, revealing half of their bodies.

The signboard of Wanxian Tower fell in front of the main entrance hall, and Ling Yun stepped over the signboard and disappeared into the night.

"This place is called Xianmen Mountain, strange people and strange things, emerge in endlessly, it is not surprising. Madame Zhao comforted her stunned husband, after all, what could be more amazing than seeing that giant lion in the vicious battle in the valley?

Zhao Weisong was as old as ten years old, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The sword that has never left the body, the sword that has accompanied people all their lives, the sword that is regarded as more important than life, falls on the ground covered with dust and is buried in the dust.

What is the use of this sword?

That speed, even if there is no sword, no weapons, just fists and feet, is enough to be invincible in the world.

The world is invincible, even if the world's swordsmanship is the first, what is the use in front of the invincible?

eclipsed, lost without a fight.

The heart of the world's number one swordsman has collapsed.