Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn coolness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sorrow for the sky, sorrow for the earth, sorrow for people.

The cold rain drifted with the wind, blowing away a dark cloud of twilight, bringing a thick autumn smoke.

On the post road fifty miles away from Liangzhou City, five horses were galloping at this time, and the knights on the horses were all wearing black shape-shaped samurai uniforms. He had a horizontal knife tied to his back, a hat on his head, and a navy blue cloak that fell along the horse.

All the way to the hurry, the end is like a tiger and a horse.

Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, when he saw the huge outline of Liangzhou City, the excitement that came out of his heart could not be concealed. It is said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions, and these knights burst out with unprecedented momentum.

The crunch of horses' hooves on the empty post road was heard far away.

"Big brother, there are still more than fifty miles to return to Liangzhou City, and when the time comes, the demon will not return. One of the knights said to a middle-aged man at the front.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, just waved the leather whip vigorously, constantly stimulating the potential of the horse under his crotch, which was already the tenth horse he had replaced.

Longteng helped eighteen second-rate upper-level masters, six first-class lower-level masters, three first-class middle-level masters, and two first-class upper-level masters.

Such a lineup is enough to deter one side in any place, who would have thought that the other party was just one person, and almost wiped them out. If it weren't for the fact that he saw the opportunity quickly, it was estimated that he would have become a lonely ghost under that person's sword.

He had never seen such a strange sword move.

To be honest, that person's strength is at most a first-class mid-level master, but he was able to stab a first-class upper-level master under the sword, what a terrifying sword skill it would take to do.

And Xu Feihong was only a first-class lower-level strength, so he resolutely fled the scene as quickly as possible.

What was even more terrifying was the man's determination, and when he decided to kill them, he would kill them all the time, and no one would be missing.

All the way from Cangzhou to Liangzhou, they fled for more than 8,000 miles, and that person chased for more than 8,000 miles.

Along the way, he watched as his companions fell one by one under the man's sword. Recalling that when he went out of Liangzhou City in the west, his group was so high-spirited, they were the real pride of the Longteng Gang, and they would think that one day they would be chased and killed like a lost dog.

Fortunately, the nightmare is finally over, as long as he enters Liangzhou City and returns to the Longteng Gang, Xu Hongfei believes that his gang will really be safe.

All the way, day and night, it is finally time to see the difference.

There are very few pedestrians on the road, it is originally a frontier place, desolate and boundless, coupled with the gloomy weather and cold winds, except for some urgent business trips, few people will come out to move.

When the five horses swept past the three carriages, the three yellow flower horses in the front, who had been strolling slowly, suddenly looked like little girls who had been wheeled all night, their manes standing tall and neighing.

It took a great deal of effort for the groom to calm down a few frightened horses.

A middle-aged man with a face as big as a full moon angrily stretched out a huge head and shouted loudly: "I don't want to live anymore, I disturb the good things of the uncle, I will let him die ten times." ”

At this time, a coquettish voice came from next to him, "Master, hurry up and put down the curtains, you are ashamed." ”

In the blink of an eye, the horses had already fled a distance of dozens of meters, and their own scolding could still be heard there.

He spat and foamed outside, and next time I let Lao Tzu meet this group of miscellaneous pieces, I will definitely make them look good. As the guest of Sima in Liangzhou City, he still has the strength to move a few ordinary people.

But just as he was about to lower the curtain and prepare to fight three hundred rounds with the Qing people he had bought back yesterday, a white figure floated past his car.

The horses that had just been pacified became frantic again, like chrysanthemums that had been exploded dozens of times, this time they stood up directly, and the carriage behind them was also lifted.

The huge force of inertia directly threw the big fat man out of the carriage and fell to the cold ground, and with him rolled down there was a little girl with a charming face and disheveled clothes.

But at this time, he was already screaming in fright by this sudden accident, and he didn't know where he was.

"Old Wu, did you see it? A person floated past just now. The big fat man asked the groom with a dull face.

"Back to old age...... Lord, little ...... Not...... There is a clear look. Lao Wu got up from the ground and stammered.

Could it be that he saw the hell just now, and the big fat man's back suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

As long as Xu Feihong was given an extra hour, he would be able to enter the city, but the city gate that was close at hand became infinitely far away because of one person.

A white-clothed swordsman appeared more than a dozen feet in front of them, holding an iron sword in his left hand and a broken sword wrapped in sackcloth on his back.

Xu Feihong shook the reins and tugged suddenly, and the horse under his crotch neighed and stopped suddenly.

The man just stood there quietly, but it made people feel as if they were facing thousands of troops. Xu Feihong knew that it was sword intent, dense sword intent, unstoppable, unimaginable.

He still chased after him, Xu Feihong smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Fuck, fight, I'm going to pull a cushion when I die. "Because of the extreme panic, a big man broke out with an indomitable ruthlessness.

The horses galloped, and the long knives were unsheathed. The sword light conjured up pieces of light curtains, enveloping the young man.

As soon as this person made a move, he showed good results, because the explosion of fear made his potential surge in an instant. The change in sword technique that could not have been done was like divine help at this moment, and the distance of more than ten zhang was instantaneous.

I have seen the methods of the young man before, and I know that if I fall into his hands, I will not be spared, it is better to fight to the death, and maybe there is a glimmer of life. The other three people next to Xu Feihong also drew their horizontal knives and pressed them down with the traces left by the previous person.

Xu Feihong didn't move, just focused on paying attention to the reactions and changes of the young man opposite.

When the first knife was about to slash between the young man's eyebrows, he moved.

The iron sword held in his left hand was three feet seven minutes long and three inches and two minutes wide, and could be seen everywhere in the iron shops, and three taels of silver could buy eight swords.

It was such an ordinary iron sword, and when it was pulled out, it actually emitted a brilliant brilliance.

He took three steps forward, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed out three times, each of which pierced the throat of a man.

When his third sword stabbed out, Xu Feihong finally waited for the time to strike. No one knew that his swordsmanship was actually stronger than his swordsmanship, and swordsmanship was the foundation of his martial arts.

His knife passed through the ripples of the turbulent qi machine, and cut through the crystal rain line like an iron chain that stretched across the heavens and the earth.

He stabbed the strongest sword of his life.

The young man's sword had already pierced the throat of the third Moon Pavilion disciple, and before he could pull it out, Xu Feihong's horizontal sword had already come to his eyebrows.

He let go and took his sword.

The loose sword is the iron sword in the right hand, and the broken sword on the back is held.

With a "poof", it was sheathed.

Xu Feihong still maintained a forward attitude, and the long knife in his hand had been broken into two. Then a line of blood appeared on his face, from the corner of his right eyebrow to the left corner of his mouth.

"What a fast sword. He muttered to himself.

Then, falling, dying.

Tian Yuan drew the iron sword expressionlessly, turned around and walked towards Liangzhou City. Walking unhurriedly, just like his obsession over the years, although it is not deep, it has always existed.

Prison Heaven has always been taken by his side, just for a promise, for a witness.

He never believed that Li Xuan would die in the Beginningless Cave, he always felt that Li Xuan was waiting for him somewhere, and he wanted to hand over this sword to Li Xuan with his own hands.