The old beggar was sitting at the stairs in front of the door, and he had begun to eat and drink the best wine, and when the seal of the altar was torn open, the smell of the wine blew in the wind.

Dog meat is also extremely fragrant, especially the dog meat of black dogs.

Boiling boiling water, with carefully prepared spices, a stack of salt, and a pot of good wine, is so delicious that even the immortals in the sky will leave their saliva behind.

The wine in his hand is also good wine, and the dishes on the table are even more rare delicacies, but in front of the dog meat, it seems that there is no taste anymore.

Ge Ah Wu looked a little listless, drank very little, and didn't eat much food.

Su Shijun smiled slightly and said, "It seems that you can't eat or drink anymore, so it's better to go upstairs and rest for a while."

Ge Awu put down the wine glass in his hand, also put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, glared at him, and said, "Hmph." "Go upstairs.

Su Shijun smiled bitterly: "She is really a smart girl. ”

Tu Jing also said with a smile: "I'm still a willful girl." ”

If a girl is not willful, how can she be single, running out of the house, just to see the rivers and lakes with her own eyes, if she is not smart, how can she live intact in the treacherous rivers and lakes.

Liu Xin said: "The person has arrived. ”

Before the last word had been uttered, he had already stood up and walked upstairs as well.

The wind blew from afar, and a pitch-black cloud also came with the wind.

The sky was overcast, as if there was rain

The horses neighed, and there was already a man standing under the black clouds.

This one is dressed in a silver suit, with a silver sword hanging from his body, and the horse under his crotch is also silver, without a trace of variegation, as if it is a thunderbolt in the dark clouds, you only know that he was born in the dark clouds and appeared from the dark clouds.

This man did not speak, and he did not need to speak, because the long sword in his hand was his mouth, and the sword moves in one style were what he had to say.

He had not yet spoken, for the black clouds were filled, and there was not just one, but ten, twenty, thirty, and finally a hundred.

"Master, Master, I'm going to ride a horse too."

There was a slight excitement in the voice, and there was a little coquettishness.

Following the voice, a weak scholar dressed in white, who looked very gentle and delicate, with a white and pure face and a gentle smile, was looking at the children around him who would never grow up.

"Jiu'er, wait a while, and the master will give you a horse."

He faced Jiu'er, who was rubbing his nose on him, as if he was looking at his own child, and there was a kind of fatherly love in his eyes.

Jiu'er was not crying, her hands were tugging at his sleeves and standing beside him.

Su Shijun muttered, "Heavenly Demon Sect Master Zhao Xinzong. ”

As he muttered to himself, the hundreds of thunderbolts in the sky gradually merged into one.

Su Shijun looked up and couldn't help muttering: "Such a fast body, such a fast long sword, in an instant, hundreds of swords have been produced, and the sword qi is criss-crossed, turning into a hundred thunderbolts, seducing the yin and thunder qi between heaven and earth."

In the end, a hundred thunderbolts converged, and the thunder descended, and the true trick of Yin and Yang Instant Thunder Guarding was indeed worthy of its name. ”

Before the words fell, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky.

The black clouds seemed to be dispersed by the thunder, spreading in all directions.

The black clouds quietly filled the inn, and above everyone's heads, some converged and turned into a cloud as black as ink.

The thunderbolt slowly brewed in the black clouds, accumulating as if it would fall at any moment.

The shopkeeper's shocked face had already lost his color, from the kind of long sword under the counter, the tip of the sword pointed at the dark clouds, and a whimpering sound came out of his throat, and said: "Yin Yang Lei Jun is in the middle of the year, you don't want to be rampant, I really think that Lao Tzu is afraid of you." ”

Although he spoke loudly and cheered himself on with great force, his hand holding the wooden sword had begun to tremble, and there was already sweat on his forehead, obviously afraid. ”

There was a voice in the black clouds, but it was not life, but the sound of a thunderclap.

This is obviously the most common vendetta in the rivers and lakes, so the people present should drink and drink, eat and eat, and watch the excitement.

What is Su Shijun doing? Of course, I was drinking tea and watching the excitement.

While he was waiting, he suddenly heard an exclamation from Ge Ah Wu.

The cry was full of fear, and she didn't know what terrible things had happened to her.

Su Xijun's true qi was running, and his body turned into a black shadow, rushing upstairs.

"Boom."

There was a rumbling thunder in his ears, like the thunder god beating a drum, which shook his ears and buzzed, and his body was sluggish.

When there is a thunderstorm in the sky, do you hear thunder first, or do you see lightning first?

When Su Shijun reacted, he found that it was too late, and when the thunder sounded in his ears, the thunderbolt in the dark clouds that was composed of hundreds of sword lights gathered together, mixed with the aura of yin and thunder, was already close in front of him.

He had no sword in his hand, the sword box was still on the food, and he had no sword.

He doesn't know how to do kung fu with his fists and feet, even if he knows some, with his fists and feet, I am afraid he will be helpless in the face of the power of this blow to heaven and earth.

Fortunately, he was not drinking tea alone, let alone watching.

That person's name was Tu Jing, and he was meticulous in his observations, so when he was swept up and didn't even notice the thunderbolt coming, he had already noticed it, and handed the cicada wing knife in his hand to his hand.

Handed the knife and drew the knife in one go, and there was no hesitation on each other, because hesitation is death.

The Cicada Wing Knife is made of thousand-year-old ice, and there is no trace of variegation in it, so there is almost no impurity.

"Heavenly Demon Delusion."

The true qi in the body surged into the cicada wing knife, and the cicada wing knife, which was originally like a crystal, suddenly became pitch black, and a layer of cold and piercing black qi was swirling on it.

The pitch-black cicada wing knife slashed out, one on the left, one on the right, one on the other, the next, one hundred and eight in an instant, and the direction of each knife was inconsistent, like a mess of threads, without any direction at all.

But under the confused sword technique, the dark clouds above his head began to collapse, and the thunderbolt in front of him also collapsed.

Light, blinding cold light.

Behind the thunderbolt, there is a wooden sword, the wooden sword cannot conduct electricity, and can naturally be inserted into the thunderbolt without any influence.

However, at this moment, Su Shijun smiled, not panicked at all, and spit out a word coldly: "Break." ”

The chaotic ball of thread suddenly burst open, and countless black knife qi emanated from it, which had already been inserted into his body before the shopkeeper could react.

The sword qi broke through the floor, and Su Shijun's figure crashed into the window.

There were two people in the room, and Ge Ah Wu's face was bloodless, and he was more frightened than seeing a bloodied villain, because any living person is more terrible than a dead person.

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