The three rudders of the Bloody Clothes Sect in Izumo Town, Qingshui Town and Qi City were destroyed one after another in less than seven days, and it was only one person who shot it, that is, Jian Jiulang, the rivers and lakes were shocked, the Central Plains Martial Arts and the people persecuted by the Blood Clothes Sect applauded when they heard it, and the people of the Blood Clothes Sect were extremely angry, and immediately dispatched the masters, ready to besiege and kill Jian Jiulang!

Hearing the rumors on the rivers and lakes, Yun Yantian, as Jian Jiulang's good brother, was naturally very anxious, but it happened that every time he rushed over, Jian Jiulang had already arrived in another place, so that every time he threw himself into the air, he ran in vain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, the two took a short break in a teahouse next to the official road, and inquired about Kenjiuro's whereabouts by the way. Compared with Yun Yantian's anxiety, Ouyang Mingzhu was calm and said, "Yun Yantian, don't be so anxious, Brother Jiulang will be fine!" ”

"What do you know?" Yun Yantian said angrily: "You haven't seen the strength of the Bloody Clothes Sect, the masters of the Bloody Clothes Sect are like clouds, and there are peerless masters like Xiao Batian, Brother Sword will suffer a big loss sooner or later, let's find him as soon as possible, go to Liuyunguan and the heroes of the world to meet together, and discuss how to deal with the Bloody Clothes Sect together." After a pause, he continued: "The Bloody Clothes Sect is not something that can be dealt with alone!" ”

Ouyang Mingzhu was very conflicted in her heart, thinking of her father's tragic death, she couldn't wait to skin Jian Jiulang alive and kill the murderer, but when she thought that he was the first man she liked, her heart was full of reluctance, and after a while, she stood up and said: "Then why don't you go and find someone, will Brother Jiulang fall from the sky to drink tea here?" So saying, he mounted his horse and continued on his way.

On the 22nd day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, the sky is fine.

Yangcheng, the fourth stop of Kenkuro.

When Ken Jiu Lang came to the rudder of the Blood Cloth Sect in Yang City, it was getting westerly, and the shadow was very long in the sunlight. The rudder in Yangcheng, this big house is different from ordinary houses, ordinary houses sit north and face south, but this big house sits east and faces west, so Jian Jiulang's people haven't walked in yet, but the long shadow has stepped in first.

There was no one guarding the gate, Jian Jiulang was slightly stunned when he saw this, but he still walked into the gate, and just after passing through the front yard, he saw a group of people lined up in a neat line under the leadership of the helmsman "Quick Knife" Wang Yuanyang, and they were waiting in a strict formation.

Jian Jiulang was as leisurely as walking in his own home, and he walked without hurry, and said, "I know that I will come, why don't you run?" ”

"Quick knife" Wang Yuanyang said arrogantly: "Death is not terrible, the head has fallen off a bowl and a big scar, and we will be a good man again after eighteen years." ”

"Oh!" Jian Jiulang raised his eyebrows, he couldn't imagine that there was a person who was not afraid of death, he was a man, and then said: "As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live, and ants are still stealing life, let alone people?" ”

Wang Yuanyang said: "Everyone has a different view of life and death, and of course the approach is different!" ”

Jian Jiulang said, "Don't you think about these brothers under you?" There are many of them who drag their families, right? ”

Wang Yuanyang said: "Then don't worry about the sword hero!" The two asked and answered like this, and what outsiders didn't know thought was that they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"If that's the case, then it's offended!" Kenkuro was about to make a move.

Suddenly, Wang Yuanyang said: "Slow! ”

Jian Jiulang was stunned, sneered in his heart, and said secretly, I just admired him as a hero who stood up to the sky, hmph, I didn't expect him to be just a pretentious character. Wang Yuanyang turned his head and glanced at his subordinates, and a young man standing in the front row immediately stood up, took out a letter and walked to Jian Jiulang, came to him, and handed the letter over.

Jian Jiulang's face was puzzled, he took the letter and opened it, only to see that it was written, "Jian Jiulang, if you want to save Murong Qian, at the beginning of the twenty-sixth son of June, the Heavenly Temple outside Yangcheng will not be seen or dispersed." After reading it, Kenkuro didn't say a word, turned around and left. Wang Yuanyang and his subordinates breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Jian Jiulang walking away, they didn't expect that they would save their lives, and they shouted luck in their hearts.

At the same time, the rudder of the Yangcheng Bloody Cloth Sect, which was hundreds of miles away, came today with two big figures - the Bloody Cloth Sect Master and Venerable Xiao Batian, the two of them sat on the left and right above the hall, and there were nine people sitting on the two sides below, the skulls embroidered on the blood-colored robes were all golden, it seemed that they were all the protectors of the Bloody Clothes Sect, and of course they were also well-known figures in the rivers and lakes.

The sect leader wore a golden skull mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, so he only heard Xiao Batian say: "Friend, Murong Qian is not in our hands, whether Jian Jiulang will come or not is a matter of words!" ”

The Bloody Cloth Sect Master laughed and said, "Murong Qian is not in our hands, but Jian Jiulang has decided that she is in our hands, so he will definitely come!" The voice paused slightly, and then said: "I just don't know what the hell the old monster of Lushan is doing, since he caught Murong Qian, why did he disappear without a trace, as if he disappeared out of thin air?" "As everyone knows, the old monster of Lushan was eaten by a giant snake into his stomach, if he can find it, it will be a hell!

A tall man sitting in the first seat below stood up and said, "Sect Master, will the old monster of Lushan want to take the opportunity to let us fight with Jian Jiulang, so that he can profit from it?" ”

"Humph!" The Blood-Cloaked Sect Master snorted coldly, and said coldly: "The old monster of Lushan doesn't have this heart, even if he has this heart, he doesn't have the courage, there should be some accident or someone who can't get out!" After a pause, he continued: "Otherwise, wouldn't Murong Qian have already returned to Jian Jiulang's side, and Jian Jiulang still needs to look for Murong Qian all over the world?" ”

"The Sect Master is wise!" After saying that, he sat back in his seat.

The Bloody Cloth Sect Master said: "Jian Jiulang is useless to us, and it will be a disaster to keep it, so we must keep Jian Jiulang this time, and there can be no accidents, presumably everyone has no problem, right?" ”

Xiao Batian said: "If I stay, I can hand over the things on the first floor of the world to the people below, how about it?" ”

"With nine Dharma protectors making a move, can Jian Jiu Lang Yan live? Brother Xiao doesn't have to bother! The Blood-Cloaked Sect Master laughed. In this way, a conspiracy against Kenkuro appeared, but Kenjiuro himself was unaware that danger was approaching step by step.

Yangcheng, since ancient times, many talented and beautiful women, especially the beauties of Yangcheng, is famous all over the world, and there are many love stories that can be sung and cried, which is embarrassing.

On June 26, Kenkuro arrived in Yangcheng one day earlier. It was nightfall, Kenkuro casually found a tavern to prepare to fill his stomach, after all, there was a tough battle to fight, if he didn't have the strength, how could he save people? I'm afraid that when the time comes, the person will not be rescued, but he will get in!

Not long after sitting down, two people walked in later, an old man over half a hundred years old, his temples were already white, his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life and helplessness about life, holding an erhu in his arms, holding a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, the little girl's appearance was very standard, like a small jasper, pure and lovely, half holding a pipa, and the discerning person knew at a glance that it was a person who sang in the rivers and lakes.