The thick and simple big sword was immediately slashed, and the person who bought the murder with 200,000 taels of silver tickets was about to be splattered with blood and split into two on the spot!

But things in the world were so coincidental that the man seemed to unconsciously take a step back, and somehow hid behind Xie Jin, far away from the edge.

The white-clothed swordsman was not surprised that he dodged a sword in time, but he was angry that he actually used Xie Jin as a shield, and a few traces of anger suddenly appeared on his indifferent face, and he was afraid that the sword move would accidentally hurt Xie Jin, so with a twist of his wrist, the sword that he originally wanted to hand out drew a strange arc in mid-air, and closed it behind him.

The man smiled and said, "The kid can actually see who I am, and his eyesight is not bad." ”

The white-clothed swordsman had a cold face and disdained him.

Liang Fengxian sneered: "The ghost hand Yin Huai is smelly, and it is difficult for people not to know." ”

The man saw that his identity was revealed, and he was not angry, and he did not intend to hide it anymore, so he smiled and said: "The old man was careless for a while, and he didn't notice that there was a hidden master in this small restaurant at first. ”

Liang Fengxian said lightly: "I am your Laozi." ”

The ghost hand Yin Huai was recognized as a cheap son, and he could still hold back this breath, so he only smiled and said: "The old horseman has a lot of temperament." Not being poisoned before was considered a great blessing for you, but now it is a good thing for me, even if you are related to Lord Yama, you will not be able to save your life. ”

Liang Fengxian stretched out his hand and fanned his nose slightly, and said with a disgusted expression: "Lao Tzu only heard that your yin huai stinks, but I don't know that you are more stinky when you talk than when you don't speak, and your mouth is full of feces." ”

The corners of Xie Jin's mouth trembled slightly, he wanted to laugh, but he could only endure it desperately. He didn't know who the Yin Huai nicknamed the ghost hand behind him was, but when he heard the name of this evil sect and listened to his cruel and arrogant words, he also knew that he should be a thorn, and now he was used as a shield, so it was better not to provoke him lightly.

Yan Ming also heard the taste, and knew that Xie Jin's situation was very bad at this time. But he didn't worry much about him, although this Lord Xie said that he would support him, but after all, he hadn't made any substantive actions, and if he died like this today. It can only show that Xie Jin does not have that blessed life.

I don't know how things changed so quickly, and the other people who were so weird looked at each other and were confused.

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly asked, "I heard that you don't use a sword?" ”

Yin Huai sneered, "Wouldn't it be stupid to carry that stupid bulky object with you?" ”

The white-clothed swordsman who was scolded as a fool had an expressionless face, "When I slash your head with a sword, you may be willing to take back this sentence, but it will be too late." ”

Yin Huai really looked at him as a fool. The monster laughed and said, "Do you think my 200,000 taels of silver tickets are easy to get?" ”

The white-clothed swordsman frowned, looked down at his other hand, and a faint gray spread from his palm.

"Poisonous?"

Yin Huai smiled: "It's enough for you to drink a pot." However, your internal strength is deep, and it is still too late to cut off one of your arms at this time. ”

The white-clothed swordsman let out a faint "oh", not paying much attention.

Yin Huaiqi said: "You're not afraid of death? ”

The white-clothed swordsman said lightly: "I can't die." ”

Yin Huai laughed angrily, "Your reputation as an old man's ghost hand is false? ”

The white-clothed swordsman said: "Whether it's true or not, it's always dirty and smelly, you are poisonous and ruthless, but I can't die." And you're not so lucky, do you believe I can take your life before I get poisoned? ”

Yin Huai didn't believe it. His poison is not solved by few people in the world today. And the two or three people who can crack it will never appear here now. Where did this kid get the confidence, or was he just tricking him into letting Xie Jin go?

Yin Huai felt that it was the latter possibility, so the more the white-clothed swordsman "played tricks", the more he refused to let him get his wish.

Yin Huai not only did not throw away Xie Jin, who was used as a talisman, but quietly raised two fingers against Xie Jin's vest.

Xie Jin's expression changed greatly.

Yin Huai said gloomily: "Boy, if you can get past this Lord Xie and kill the old man, it will be your ability." ”

"Okay." The white-clothed swordsman nodded faintly and slowly raised his sword, "Although the ghost hand Yin Huai is stinky and hard, it can barely be used as a stepping stone. ”

"Good boy!" The more Liang Fengxian looked at this white-clothed nephew, the more tempered he became. Haha smiled, stretched out his hand and slapped lightly on the back of the white-clothed swordsman as if he had nothing to do, and said with a smile: "Why don't you go quickly, what are you talking about with the stones in this pit?" ”

The white-clothed swordsman let out a heavy "um". The figure flew out lightly, and the raised arm was smooth and straight, and there was no trembling at the tip of Xie Jin's sword.

"Master Xie, don't move, my sword is very fast, and I won't let you suffer a lot of pain before you die."

The crowd was shocked. This white-clothed swordsman actually took out his sword brazenly regardless of the slightest affection, and wanted to kill Xie Jin with a sword first, and then stab the ghost hand Yin Huai to death, wouldn't it really become a sugar gourd? It's just that he is still very domineering, and he doesn't even let people hide.

And Xie Jin didn't even have any intention of dodging, at the moment of life and death, You Neng was calm and calm, and laughed loudly: "It's a pity that no one paid Shaoxia this time." ”

The corners of the white-clothed swordsman's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled slightly, "It's okay, this sword is a free gift from me to adults." ”

As soon as the words came out, the big sword quickly stabbed out!

It was really instantaneous, and before everyone could tell who the chaotic figure in front of them was, they heard a slight sound of clothes cracking, and then the three figures immediately separated.

When everyone looked at it, Xie Jin, who had no power to dodge this sword, was actually not dead, his face was pale, he covered his chest with one hand, and blood stained his fingers. But he can still stand upright, which shows that the injury is not serious. The white-clothed swordsman stood beside him expressionlessly, coldly looking at the ghost hand Yin Huai who was bent down deeply on the opposite side, the big sword in his hand had not been withdrawn, and the tip of the sword was a little scarlet, only a little, less blood than slapping a blood-soaked mosquito to blow up his stomach.

But this sword can kill, and no one dares to doubt this.

There is a big hole in the belly of the yin locust!

No one understands how the sword on the belly of Yin Huai, who has Xie Jin as a shield, was stabbed.

Yin Huai raised his head, his face was distorted, his eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "You kid can." ”

The white-clothed swordsman was not shocked, and said lightly: "One more sword, you can stab you to death." ”

No one thought it was a joke, and Yin Huai barely stood up straight, sweeping back ten steps. The tavern was so small that it was just ten steps away from leaning his whole body against the wall.

He just relied on this to support his body not to slip down, and his luck was breathing.

Liang Fengxian glanced at the hole in his stomach. sighed: "Kill people with sword qi, kid, you can really do it." ”

The white-clothed swordsman who was seen to be a sword mystery said indifferently: "Thank you Uncle for the compliment." ”

A hole was broken in his stomach and he was shocked in his heart, the other party's swordsmanship was far beyond his imagination, let alone being able to parry.

Yin Huai is afraid of death. People who are afraid of death never mind showing weakness to their enemies.

"Boy!" He endured the pain and said in a dumb voice: "If your blow is not enough to kill me, you should stop, and it would not be against the way of the sword to strike at a person who is injured and unable to resist." ”

After entering the WTO, the white-clothed swordsman who devoted himself to studying kendo frowned, and sure enough, he accepted his sword.

Lifting his lips, Xie Jin, who had not had time to speak, turned his "no" into a deep sigh. This young man in white is still too young after all......

He looked at Liang Fengxian again. There are some things that he can't say conveniently, but Mr. Liang, as the uncle of the young man in white, must be able to dissuade the young and vigorous nephew, right?

Liang Fengxian glanced at him and snorted heavily.

Xie Jinfu smiled and arched his hand.

Liang Fengxian no longer looked at him. With a flick of his sleeves, he slowly stepped forward and stood beside the white-clothed swordsman, and said lightly: "Although your swordsmanship is not bad, your knowledge is still too little, and your methods are far worse than your ruthless and vicious master." ”

The white-clothed swordsman didn't make a sound, carrying his sword behind him.

Seeing that he really didn't plan to make a move, Yin Huai's heart suddenly relaxed, and he spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and a few sinister smiles appeared on his face distorted by pain.

"Old horseman, can you hurt me too?"

Liang Fengxian's face was expressionless. Said lightly, "Fart you!" ”

Yin Huai gritted his teeth with hatred, and slapped the wall with both hands, not seeing how much strength he used, but the wall under his hand just sank a little, of course, this wall could not be paper paste, the only feasible explanation was that Yin Huai's hands were quenched with poison, so he could melt the earthen wall.

"Up!" He hissed.

The few remaining puppets in the hall immediately stood up and flew towards Liang Fengxian!

Liang Fengxian stood still.

The white-clothed swordsman had a very strange expression on his face, and glanced meaningfully at Yin Huai.

Are you stupid?

Yin Huai was slightly stunned. Before he could taste this look, the big sword in the white-clothed swordsman's hand had suddenly stabbed out! The sword is two or three o'clock, and there are already a few puppets strung on the big sword like a string of beads.

Yin Huai suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and then he remembered that the white-clothed swordsman would not kill him, but it did not mean that he would not kill those puppets! He didn't think about it and made a decision in a hurry, so much so that he lost the opportunity and lost the lives of a few puppets in vain!

It seems to feel the chagrin in the owner's heart. The remaining puppet movements all froze for a moment.

The white-clothed swordsman struck again at this moment, and the big sword that stabbed at the puppet was merciless, and the sword entered the flesh and never missed.

The puppets were like dead creatures, and their bodies were different from ordinary people, and the great sword of the white-clothed swordsman cut several wounds on their bodies. But it didn't bring out a little bit of blood. The wounds were a strange white color like that of a dead fish, and the flesh was turned outward, revealing hideously. Unless their heads are cut off, they will never flinch even if they are seriously injured, and they will follow one after another like moths to a fire. Although they couldn't get close to the white-clothed swordsman, they had first-class patience and surrounded the white-clothed swordsman in the middle, and the white-clothed swordsman couldn't kill them all for a while, even if he was skilled in swordsmanship.

The hole in Yin Huai's stomach had been stopped by him by some unknown method, and at this time, his cruel eyes were staring at the figure in front of the hall, and a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If you can get him out of the way, what is the point of desperately killing a few puppets?

Seeing that everyone's attention was in front of the hall, he quietly put his palms on his chest, put his index finger and middle finger together, put his thumb on his ring finger and little finger, made a trick, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

Those insensitive puppets suddenly soared with murderous intent, and they actually pounced together, not even dodging the sharp tip of the sword, and crashed straight into it.

The white-clothed swordsman was startled, and when he came back to his senses, there were already several puppets on the big sword, and the one closest to him was a sword piercing his chest, and as he got closer to the hilt of the sword, the wound on his chest was torn bigger, and the white-clothed swordsman could even see his scorched black heart beating vigorously from his empty wounds.

The white-clothed swordsman looked away in some disgust, and his arm shook to retract the big sword.

I never thought that the puppet seemed to have thoughts, and suddenly hugged the hilt of the sword so hard that it couldn't shake him off.

The white-clothed swordsman frowned.

In the next moment, a pair of iron pincer-like hands tightly clamped his wrist holding the sword.

"Got you......" The puppet muzzled out a strange gurgling sound in his throat, muffling out the words.

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly felt a little bad in his heart, and subconsciously raised his foot and kicked at the puppet's heart.

He was only restrained by the puppet for a few breaths, but when the puppet was kicked by him, several puppets immediately pounced on him, holding his hands and feet respectively, completely suppressing his movements.

For a while, those puppets who didn't know how to think seemed to know how to cooperate.

The big sword was in his hand, but the white-clothed swordsman couldn't swing it and kill it at this time.

Withstanding his anger, he looked at the hand in which he held the sword. A puppet clasped his arms tightly in both hands, raised a hideously twisted face, stared at him with abrupt eyes, and let out a strange laugh from his mouth.

The white-clothed swordsman's anger froze, and he found that he actually recognized this puppet, and this puppet holding his arm to restrain his actions was San'er!

He promised his uncle to spare his three sons' lives.

Thinking of this, the white-clothed swordsman turned his head to look at Liang Fengxian, who had been standing by, and said, "Uncle Shi, do you have to wait for me to stab him through before you want to save him?" ”

Liang Fengxian said: "As long as his head doesn't fall off, Lao Tzu can break into the Yama Palace and detain his soul back." ”

The white-clothed swordsman was in prison but his face was not panicked, and he didn't believe Liang Fengxian's words very much, so he only nodded and said lightly: "I'm afraid that kid is going to try my uncle's resurrection technique." ”

Is there really a way to bring the dead back to life? Wouldn't that be an immortal?

Only then did everyone come out of the huge panic, and at this time, because of this sentence, they couldn't hold back the excitement in their hearts, and their hearts raced, and a pair of shining eyes looked at each other

Liang Fengxian.

Xie Jin and Yan Ming exchanged a skeptical look, not believing it but not completely disbelieving, it must be known that the royal family of all dynasties has sought immortality, the emperor has also secretly sent dead soldiers to the sea to find Xianshan, and there is a Taoist temple in Beijing to refine secret medicine for the royal family. If they really found someone who could bring the dead back to life today and introduce them to the saint, wouldn't they be able to win the joy of the dragon's face?

Behind them, Jiang He shook his head again and again, and said to himself: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the normal state of the world, resurrection from the dead, ridiculous and absurd." (To be continued.) )