The old woman was very old, thin and small, dressed in a red robe, embroidered with bright peonies, very 'enchanting', holding a sewing basket in her left hand and a pitch-black cane in her right hand with a cold snake head carved on it.

She didn't wait for Tang Jingjie to speak, and said: "My name is Mo Peony, the Mo family in the capital, and I am here to seek revenge." ”

After speaking, he took out a spiritual card from the sewing basket, stood in front of the Tang Mansion, took out the incense candle paper money, and said while burning: "A lotus scripture, extinguished the Mo family, yesterday there was a cause, today comes to the result, the ancestor of the Mo family, you see, how the Mo family's feud is repaid by blood." After speaking, he flew up, like a fire phoenix, rushing towards the door plaque of the 'Tang Mansion', the black crutch was like a giant snake swinging its tail, smashing on the door plaque, and the wooden tips of the door flew in an instant, flying around.

Fire, anger, spread in Tang Jingjie's heart.

The door plaque is the face of the Tang family, this is a slap in the face, the blood of the people in the rivers and lakes can be shed, and the face cannot be avoided.

Tang Jingjie's blood was already boiling, without any hesitation, without any hesitation, he threw a punch.

The fist is an iron fist, as hard as a hundred refined steel, and as fast as a meteor.

Tang Jingjie hadn't done anything with anyone for many years, and he hadn't used killing intent for many years, but his fist at this time had the intention of destroying everything, and with a powerful murderous aura shaped like a real thing, he blasted straight towards the old woman, he just wanted to blast the old woman in front of him into a blood mist with one punch.

Time seemed to stop under this punch, only Tang Jingjie's fist became bigger and bigger, like an invisible volcano, full of fire, about to burn the old woman into ashes.

realm, the realm of martial arts, the mind is like a shape, like a mirror, illuminating the heart, condensing.

A snow-white palm greeted him and shot at Zichun.

Xiang Zichun didn't know Mo Peony, but he knew that this old woman couldn't die yet, because only she had seen that scripture.

Xiang Zichun is a very calm person, but he never hesitates to do things.

A cold air flow spread to the surroundings, and in an instant it was like returning to the cold winter, where everything died and left no life.

Xiang Zichun has no weapons, and his hands are more powerful than any weapon. He practiced the Great Cold Ice Palm, which could not only condense into ice, but also be as solid as copper.

And he entered the country ten years ago.

The palms and fists collided together, and with a 'boom', they turned into a circle of ripples and scattered in all directions. Beams of sharp air collided with each other in the air, bringing gusts of wind that blew their clothes backwards, making the sound of hunting.

One fist and one palm, one palm and one fist, like a dragon and a tiger fighting, such as the continuous cycle of winter and summer, the wind and clouds change color.

The black horse moved, and the black horse, with the cold light shining with a long knife, rushed towards the gate of the Tang Mansion, and before the two servants could react, their heads had already landed. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid suddenly rushed out, but the sword light broke in two.

They are evil stars, how can they care about the lives of others.

The eighteen fierce beggars moved, and the bamboo pole struck the servant's head, like smashing a large watermelon, red and white, and sprinkled it all over the ground.

They are fierce beggars, and they cannot weaken their reputation.

The blood, sprinkled in front of the gate of the Tang family, flowed down the steps.

The old housekeeper's eyes widened wildly, but he couldn't get out of his hand, Mo Peony's long sword was like a cold poisonous snake, feminine and vicious, with tricky angles, and his moves were not far from the point.

I don't know when, a middle-aged Taoist girl rushed out of the corner of the street, and broke into the Tang Mansion as if no one was there, and then someone jumped in from the wall; the old housekeeper began to be afraid in his heart, he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of the destruction of the Tang family, he was afraid of more people in the rivers and lakes, and he moved when he heard the wind.

No matter how strong the tiger is, it can't stop the wolves from attacking.

In the Tang Mansion, thick black smoke began to rise from many places, and in the black smoke, it was burning like a fire dragon.

The old housekeeper had already retreated to the mansion, he had three sword wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained red with blood, he couldn't stop Mo Peony, so he could only watch the demon woman break into the Tang family. He felt old, perhaps, he had been away for too long.

Tang Jingxiong, the head of the Tang family, was fighting with a half-hundred-year-old man, and the old housekeeper recognized the half-hundred-year-old man, surnamed Zhang, with a spear, and the people in the rivers and lakes called the spear Zhang Baisheng, which means a hundred battles and a hundred victories.

With both fists against spears, Tang Jingxiong suffered the loss of weapons and fell behind.

Tang Jingying was held by the black horseman's seven wrinkles, churning and dodging in the sword light, and for a while, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Eighteen fierce beggars were slaughtering, and the earth was stained red with blood.

。。。。。。

I don't know how many people in the rivers and lakes are moved by the wind, he knows how tempting the so-called fairy scripture is. Greedy killing is an original sin that can make humanity even more insane.

The cages are scattered, the doors and windows are broken, the smoke is still burning, and the blood is flowing like a river, this is a catastrophe for the Tang family.

The old butler began to despair.

In the backyard of the main hall, several maids in the house were trembling and hiding in the corner of the door, Murong Xiuxiu stood in front of the window with a pale face holding Tang Bai, from here you can see the small courtyard of the window door, where there is a man in white, holding a long sword, standing still.

She quietly looked at the figure in the courtyard, as if she had forgotten everything, as if there was only one man left in the world, a man who stood up to the sky.

She didn't have the slightest fear in her heart, she didn't know martial arts, but she could live and die with him.

She looked at the baby in her arms, and there was reluctance and determination in her eyes.

Tang Xingjun stood quietly in the courtyard, he could feel the gaze behind him, but he didn't look back.

His eyes were full of rage, and they were constantly burning.

The most difficult thing for people is to choose! Choose right and wrong, and maybe whatever you choose is wrong.

He is Tang Xingjun, the fourth young master of the Tang family, enlightened at the age of five, easy to learn science and mathematics, geography and astronomy, a study of knowledge, a good understanding, seven years old to learn the sword, thirteen years old to watch the rivers and practice swords, he spent a long time, observing countless rivers and waves, looking for the trajectory, thinking about the relationship between swordsmanship and nature, looking for the truth of heaven and earth hidden in nature. At the age of 16, he held a sword and killed 32 people, either adulterers, insults, and abusers, or great traitors and evildoers; at the age of 20, he was already a martial arts master, taking a wife and giving birth to children, and sealing the sword to nourish his heart, but disaster fell from heaven and caused a lot of trouble, but he could not do anything.

He could see the smoke billowing in the distance, he could smell the thick smell of blood in the air, his body was trembling, but his feet were rooted.

He wanted to kill people and kill all these Jianghu people who broke into the Tang family, but he couldn't move, he didn't dare to move, because behind him stood his wife and his newborn son.

Jianghu, he hates Jianghu now.

A middle-aged Taoist priest walked into the courtyard, his steps were not fast, but he was very steady; he was very tall, very thin, with a basket on his head, wearing a gray Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and he did not look fierce or compassionate; his eyes were small, but they radiated a terrifying light.

Yu Xuzi, a Taoist priest of Sanqingguan in Cangnan Mountain, Tang Xingjun drank wine with him in Niuguanling the year before last.

At this time, here, Tang Xingjun knew that Yu Xuzi definitely didn't come to drink with him.

"Tang Jushi still remembers the poor road and knows why the small road came?"

Tang Xingjun nodded.

Yuxuzi said: "I heard that the layman gave birth to a son. ”

Tang Xingjun nodded again.

"Good son, there is concern if there is a son, twenty years ago, Xiaodao never entered the Tao, and the lay family also has a son, I understand what it is like to be a father. ”

Yu Xuzi narrowed his eyes and muttered.

Tang Xingjun didn't speak, but raised his long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yuxuzi.

The Tang family has passed down the world with boxing, but Tang Xingjun practiced the sword, which is a holy product in the soldiers, known as the king of a hundred soldiers, symbolizing righteousness, brightness, benevolence and righteousness, and openness.

A gentleman is upright, not surprised, not afraid, and moves forward bravely.

His man is like his sword, straight and not bent.

Tang Xingjun's heart calmed down, his eyes looked at the sword in his hand, his spirit and spirit quickly adjusted to the peak state, he was full of confidence in the sword in his hand, and then his sword moved, as soft as flowing water.

Straight stab, gentle, steady, bland.

A faint sword intent locked on Yu Xuzi, the sword moved, and the sword intent was like the water of a river, surging.

Heaven and earth are as soft as water! Heaven and earth are as rigid as water! The power of water is endless, calm, but there is darkness, and it is gentle, but it pours for thousands of miles.

The sword is getting closer and closer to the Jade Xuzi, steady and slow, the sword qi is condensed but not dispersed, and the sword intent is layered on top of each other, wave after wave.

Yu Xuzi's Dao robe was forced to fly backwards by the sword qi, and the air flow around him seemed to turn into countless small swords, forming a natural sword formation, blocking all his retreats.

Kill!

Tang Xingjun shouted, as if all the anger suppressed in his heart turned into an earth-shattering sword, and when the momentum accumulated the strongest, the sword qi was like the water of a river, and the sword light stabbed towards Yuxuzi like lightning.

This sword is a combination of essence and qi, qi and will, will and force, and human sword is one.

Yu Xuzi moved, he stepped on a strange footwork, it seemed that he only slowly took half a step back, but his figure turned into two, two into four, four into ten million, and in an instant, the courtyard was full of his figure.

Tang Xingjun's eyes flickered, and he felt that the tip of the sword was empty, only a white dragon flew over.

Tang Xingjun suddenly understood that he was caught in the other party's situation.

The realm of martial arts makes the skill not as skillful, and the skill is not as good as it should be. Skill in the craftsman, skillful as a teacher, the will, the master also, into the skill, into their own life perception.

The grandmaster said that above the meaning is the realm, and the one above is the realm, where the realm is, and the world is invincible.

Yu Xuzi has entered the country.

Tang Xingjun swung his sword to block horizontally, only to feel a strong force suddenly surging from the 'white dragon', and the whole person was pushed away by the huge force, and before he could stand firmly, he was hit by a palm in the back, and the overwhelming power poured into the body, causing the true qi in the body to run wildly, and the tearing pain spread throughout the body.

Tang Xingjun only felt a sweetness in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his internal organs were as painful as fire.

One move destroyed not Tang Xingjun's body, but all his confidence;

A scream seemed to come from the sky, and the scream was full of worry and love, instantly penetrating Tang Xingjun's soul.

It was Murong Xiuxiu's voice.

"It's not good, if it goes on like this, Xiuxiu is in danger. ”

Tang Xingjun's heart was in a hurry, he instantly forgot the pain in his body, and desperately rushed towards Yuxuzi, the long sword in his hand was only attacking but not defending, and his mind was full of thoughts of dying together, and for a while, he broke through.

Yu Xuzi didn't dare to fight for his life, so he had to defend himself.

Tang Bai slashed a few swords in a row, forcing him to be in a hurry, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, seeing Tang Xingjun's chest wide open, he cut off his left arm regardless of the long sword, and took the dust as a judge and pointed straight towards Tang Xingjun's heart.

When the crisis came, Tang Xingjun's heart tightened, and his spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, and suddenly, it seemed to break some kind of shackles, and his spirit entered an inexplicable artistic conception, like opening a door and seeing a different world.