Rifle Inn is the largest and most famous inn in Cloud City, with dozens of rooms, and the guests who come here include famous businessmen and wealthy people, as well as knights from the rivers and lakes.

But in the past two days, the Laifu Inn has been full of people, and there are a lot of strange people, some of them are fierce and vicious, like extremely vicious bandits, some of them are extraordinary, and they are extraordinary at a glance, but these people have a common feature, that is, they all hold swords.

As long as you have a little eyesight, you can see that a big event is about to happen in this Cloud City, although the shopkeeper of the Rifle Inn is curious, but he is also happy to see this scene, the income of these few days alone is worth the money he earns in a month, and his heart is happy, what do these people do here?

However, at this time, the shopkeeper of the Rift Inn frowned and looked at the poor swordsman in ragged clothes in front of him, if it weren't for the fact that this person was carrying a sword on his shoulder, he looked like a swordsman, I am afraid that the shopkeeper would have driven him out as a beggar.

The shopkeeper looked the poor swordsman up and down a few times, and finally his eyes fell on the sword on the poor swordsman's shoulder, showing a surprised look, in fact, it was not only the shopkeeper, it should be said that everyone in the store looked at the sword.

"This sword is too long, at least six feet long!"

This is the voice of everyone in the store, with such a long sword, do you want to kill someone, or do you want to kill pigs?

Of course, there are also well-informed people, and immediately said: "The Blue Mark Sword, the sword body is five feet one inch long, the handle is one foot three inches long, and the width is exactly two inches, and now it is held by the wandering swordsman Gu Dao, who once defeated three second-grade martial arts sects with this sword, and it is said that his strength has reached the realm of third-grade martial arts, and the most terrifying person is only eighteen years old."

Hearing that he was eighteen years old, everyone in the store suddenly gasped, the eighteen-year-old Sanpin Martial Sect was simply a demon!

The poor swordsman named Gu Dao also ignored the surrounding discussions, with a piece of grass in his mouth, and walked towards the counter step by step, the straw sandals on his feet had broken a few holes, and he looked very embarrassed.

When the shopkeeper heard the words of the guest officers, he immediately put on a smiling face and asked politely: "Is the guest officer staying in the hotel or sharpening?"

"If you don't shoot it, you won't live in the store. Gu Dao didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, put down the long sword on his shoulder and leaned against the counter, took out ten cents from his pocket, handed it over, touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Bring me a pot of the cheapest wine, is it enough?"

"Enough, enough!" The shopkeeper hurriedly said, secretly wiping the cold sweat on his head, Sanpin Martial Sect, he can't afford to offend, not to mention his strength can overturn the entire Laifu Inn, and secondly, as long as this kind of person nods and joins some big forces, it is not easy to catch him when the time comes.

Therefore, the shopkeeper hurriedly asked the shopkeeper to get a pot of high-quality daughter red for Gu Dao, and now he just wants to entertain this ancestor, lest he be angry and lift his shop, and then I am afraid that he will really have to find a tree and hang himself.

Gu Dao took the good daughter red handed over by the shopkeeper, and immediately his eyes lit up, and he raised his head to take a sip, and sighed: "Good wine, refreshing!"

Then he turned his head and patted the shopkeeper's shoulder, and laughed: "Good shopkeeper, I will come to your house to buy wine in the future, I didn't expect to be able to buy such a good wine for ten cents, and there are not many stores with such a conscience like you now!"

The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, and he pulled the skin and laughed a few times with Gu Daogan, but no matter how he looked at it, it was more ugly than crying, thinking that how could he buy such a good wine for ten cents, and ten taels of silver was about the same.

Gu Dao took the wine jug and staggered towards the door, but he didn't go far, but squatted not far from the door, drinking alone.

Everyone was depressed for a while, the temper of this ancient road is too weird, a dignified three-grade martial arts sect squatted at the door to drink, you are so good to find a table to sit down, where is there still a little master demeanor?

Time passed gradually, and in the blink of an eye, it was dusk in the afternoon.

Gu Dao had already drunk the whole pot of wine, and fell asleep on the stone pillar at the door.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

At this moment, two voices of rapid passage sounded, Gu Dao slowly opened his drunken eyes, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn, it's finally here, and the harmful Lao Tzu is waiting to fall asleep here." ”

Gu Dao stood up with a contemptuous smile, grabbed the strange blue mark sword beside him, jumped on the roof with a slight leap, and shouted at the two black-robed people in front of him, one tall and one short: "Two, it's not dark yet, just come out and do something wrong, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

The two black-robed men were both startled, looking at the strange man who suddenly appeared, their eyes full of murderous intent.

The tall black-robed man snorted coldly, "Who are you? ”

"Really, what if I say I'm not in charge of my business?" Gu Dao smirked, then pulled out the bruises, and the whole person stepped on the bricks and tiles of the roof and rushed up.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

The short black-robed man snorted disdainfully, and the black long sword was instantly unsheathed and greeted him.

Gu Dao waved the blue marks, and a sword slashed down, leaving a phantom of the Dao in the air, and the short black-robed man blocked it with a horizontal sword.

A huge force came directly from the sword, and the short black-robed man immediately felt that his feet were weak, and the whole person smashed a hole in the roof and fell.

"Look for death!"

The tall black-robed man saw that his companion was being repulsed, and immediately drew his sword and stabbed at the ancient path.

Gu Dao shouted, waved the bruises in his hand, and slashed at the tall black-robed man like a whirlwind.

The tall man had seen the power of the ancient road, and immediately did a backflip, dodging the sword of the ancient road, and at the same time, the moment he landed on the roof, the whole person quickly attacked the ancient road.

He knew that the sword commander of the ancient road, once he was close, he was afraid that the whip would not be able to deal with it.

Gu Dao smiled contemptuously, immediately saw through his thoughts, and did not stop him, allowing him to get close.

"Die!"

The tall man saw that Gu Dao was actually holding up, and let him get close, with a sneer, the long sword in his hand instantly turned into countless sword shadows and slashed towards Gu Dao.

However, at the moment when the tall man was about to stab Gu Dao, a powerful sword momentum erupted from Gu Dao's body, and this sword momentum pressed him like a mountain.

"Bang!"

The tall man knelt directly on the roof, the tiles shattered inch by inch, and his eyes looked at the young man in front of him who was still young under the sloppy appearance.

"Sword Momentum! Who are you who are the peak masters of the Martial Sect who have reached the sword momentum level?" the tall black-robed man said in shock.

"You don't have a chance to know!" Gu Dao chuckled, and immediately waved the bruises in his hand, cutting them off in an instant.

The knife fell, and blood splattered.

"There's one left, how do you play?"

Gu Dao stood on the roof with a six-foot-long bruise, chuckling to himself, his black and messy hair moving in the wind, and the corners of his clothes were still stained with blood, there was an indescribable evil spirit.