Now that this person is holding a ruthless sword in his hand, could this person be Xue Lengfeng? That shouldn't be, because everyone knows that Xue Lengfeng is a handsome and chic beautiful man, and no beautiful man is willing to cover his face from time to time, besides, the little hair exposed by this person is clearly gray, so this person must be an elderly person.

An elderly person, who loves to drink and kill, has such a close relationship with Xue Lengfeng, and is also a top master, such a person is really easy to guess, because there are not many drunkard swordsmen who have a good relationship with Xue Lengfeng, except for Lu Qingsong, who else?

Lu Qingsong, a name that has disappeared for a long time, no one knows what he has been doing since he disappeared for so many years, his two daughters are already married, and they have already given birth to children, but he has never visited. It was as if he had never given birth to these two daughters in his life, and no one knew what was going on in his heart, except himself.

His biggest dream in life is to become the most prestigious swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and now he doesn't seem to have done it, and he seems to have made some fame in the desert, but in recent years, he has been unknown, and even the rivers and lakes have forgotten all about this person. At this time, this person appeared again, appeared in the Central Plains, appeared in Lushan, and appeared in this bamboo forest, blocking everyone's way.

Wind, cold wind, three people chewed tasteless steamed buns under the cold wind, and the steamed buns in the hands of one of them were still moldy. The rain-washed stones were often cold, but the three men didn't care, because they really couldn't find a place to take a break.

When Lu Qingsong arrived here, Xue Lengfeng and Huo Dingtian had already avoided Shangguan Que's people, but they were definitely not people who gave up easily, even at this moment, Shangguan Que's people had already begun to count the amount of treasures, it didn't matter, they could wait, they just needed to make sure that no one alive could come in from the outside, and no one could get out from the inside.

When Shangguan Que found out that there were people fortified, his people had already died more than forty people unconsciously, and no one found out how these people died, all the wounds were in the throat, and the location was the same. This kind of murderous tactic has not been seen in years, the most recent being forty years ago when the deadly swordsman swept across the Monan River.

The swordsmanship of the year was strange and weird, but it could not reach the point of concocting this method, and every inch of wound would always have some deviation, but the wounds of more than forty people did not deviate at all, and even the size and direction of the wounds were exactly the same.

Shangguan Que gathered everyone together, although his subordinates were all elite and strong generals, but if they were scattered, they would be completely incomprehensible, and there would be no advantage at all in dealing with such a terrible opponent. Lu Qingsong didn't come alone, there was a group of people standing behind him, a group of people who were dressed and figured very similarly to him, these people were the real elite of the Killing Moon Gate, these people were all trained by Lu Qingsong and Huo Dingtian, and even they didn't know how powerful these people were.

Nangong Wuxian had long been a little displeased, over the years, he had practiced the Twilight Frost Sword Technique and the Twilight Frost Palm Technique, and his skills were no longer what they used to be, so he definitely didn't believe that there would be anyone in the world who could subdue him with just one move. He crossed the red line, many of them closed their eyes, and some squinted and peeked. They wanted to see where the sword came from this time, not singing an elegy for Nangong Wuxi.

When Nangong Wuxian took the first step, the wind in the forest began to tighten, as if to kindly remind him not to be wrong again. People who do wrong things will never have such determination and courage, what is right and what is wrong? If you think it's just and it has to be done, then it's the right thing to do. Obviously, Nangong Wuxian thought so.

The cold wind was contrived, and with a whoosh, a long sword suddenly flew from the left side of Nangong Wuxi, this sword was more than three feet two inches long, more than five inches wide, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but the tip of the sword was sharp, and the most important thing was that the speed of this sword was surprisingly fast! With a bang, Nangong Wuxian really couldn't walk, the long sword was not inserted into his throat, but fell to the ground, he slowly turned his head, a person, a sword was already between his eyebrows.

It was this sword that pulled him back from Lord Hades. No one could see where the sword came from, but someone could feel it. This is the power of the art of the sword, and Huangfu Jin is often happy to do such things. Although there was a slight gap between Huangfu Rendao and Nangong Shaoxiong back then, this was all an old thing, and both of them were heroes of the martial arts back then, and they would not be obsessed with trivial things at all.

In the generation of Huangfu Jin, his good impression of the Nangong family has doubled, if nothing else, just say that Nangong Wuxian gave up Dusk Frost City for the army of the Six Provinces Alliance led by Huangfu Jin to eat and live for a full month, this friendship, he doesn't know how to repay it. Now that he's here, he's here, it's indispensable for them to fight side by side.

"Brother Nangong, be careful!" After saying this, Huangfu Jin's body had already jumped up, stepping on the bamboo leaves and hurried forward, after Huangfu Jin blocked this sword, the martial arts crowd increased their morale, and many bold people began to walk towards the red line step by step. In fact, Nangong Wuxian knew that Huangfu Jin's hand must have been injured at this time, and this injury was definitely not light. Because the speed and power of this sword are absolutely unbearable for a person.

Even if you know his location, you must not take this sword, he now suspects in his heart that this is not a sword issued by a person, if it is a person, then he feels that all these years, his hard work is really not worth mentioning. Huang Fu Jin's hands were already beating violently, and they were constantly trembling, and no one understood his mood at this time, whether he was happy or sad.

He used this sword to block the flying sword, and it also lifted everyone's spirits, but for a while, he really didn't have the ability to use the sword again, because the tiger's mouth between his right hand had already torn a hole, and the blood had slowly slipped down. In order not to be discovered, he deliberately jumped up and let the cold wind scatter his blood.

Once a group of people are united, you must not think of any more chance to hurt these people, because they will definitely give you a fatal blowback. No one drew a sword anymore, but hundreds of arrows were shot from all directions! The martial arts crowd immediately set up a formation, which was the formation of the Six Provinces Alliance back then, specifically to deal with these arrow rains.

Once the heavenly sword is missing, then who holds the authority of martial arts depends on personal creation. Today's Lu Qingsong is obviously no longer the Lu Qingsong of the past, and even when Xue Lengfeng saw him, he was no longer a commanding man, but an honorific uncle. Lu Qingsong is indeed Xue Lengfeng's uncle, but he has never taken this relationship too seriously, not in the past, and still not.

When Huo Dingtian's eyes swept over Lu Qingsong, he suddenly felt a chill, this was a feeling for the opponent in chess, but Lu Qingsong did not have this feeling, because he had already regarded the swordsmen in the world as nothing, including Huo Dingtian. "How's it going?" Huo Dingtian asked.

No one answered for a long time, and at this time Xue Lengfeng had already seen that something was wrong, because when Lu Qingsong asked this, he was facing Huo Dingtian, but Huo Dingtian did not answer him. Xue Lengfeng seemed to see that the sword in Lu Qingsong's hand was being lifted up little by little, and then ran forward and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry, everything that should be done has been done, although we haven't gotten the treasure, but our men and horses have surrounded them, and their grain and grass can only last for half a month, and after a few days, we will kill one when they come out, and the treasure will naturally be ours." ”

Lu Qingsong nodded slowly, and said in a deep voice: "That's good, when I get your letter, I will bring someone over, and now those so-called martial arts people in the Central Plains are like sheep with no interest, trapped on the mountain road by my people." Xue Lengfeng hurriedly smiled and said: "Uncle is really good, there are so many martial arts people, but none of them can come over." ”

Huo Dingtian didn't speak, he listened quietly, and suddenly heard a gust of wind blowing, and it turned out that someone was riding a horse to report: "Those Central Plains people have been killed." Lu Qingsong said angrily: "What? What about our people? The man whispered, "There are too many of them, and our people are almost unable to support them." ”

Huo Dingtian sneered at this time: "Okay, a bunch of rice buckets." There is no follow-up, just a few words are enough for Lu Qingsong to take out the sword, but the lessons of the rivers and lakes for many years tell him that at this time, he can't be rash. Lu Qingsong said with a smile: "Since Brother Huo has the means, then the little brother will wait and see!" ”

Huo Dingtian snorted coldly, but seemed to be very satisfied and said: "Well, although you are a few years older than me, your character and swordsmanship are not as good as mine, this little brother is really suitable." Lu Qingsong was almost mad by this person's domineering arrogance, Xue Lengfeng hurriedly came up and said, "I think we should quickly find a way to solve those people!" ”

"There's no other way." Huo Dingtian said coldly: "In addition to slaughtering them." Xue Lengfeng and Lu Qingsong were almost stunned, not to mention how many of them there were, if they were not sure, let's just say that if they slaughtered these people today, how could they gain a foothold in the martial arts in the future?

Xue Lengfeng trembled and said, "Is there no other way?" Huo Dingtian said coldly: "No, if we let them in, they will converge, and we will be helpless." Lu Qingsong rolled up his arms and said with a smile: "Brother Huo Xian, you don't understand this, I think it's a good thing to let them in!" ”

Xue Lengfeng hurriedly asked, "Oh? I don't know what my uncle thinks? Lu Qingsong said with a smile: "Have you ever heard the story of the sandpiper and the clam competing for the profit of the fisherman?" Do you think they are united? No, they all have selfish intentions, and once people see the treasure, then their selfishness is all exposed! We just need to get out of the way, let them in, and within half a month, they will be killing each other inside. ”

Huo Dingtian really doesn't understand the hearts of the people in the rivers and lakes, because he lives openly, so he doesn't understand selfishness, but he nodded at this time, agreeing with Lu Qingsong's statement, although he doesn't understand, he also knows the difference between the pros and cons.