Just looked at Lingling holding a silk handkerchief, swaying from side to side, and leaking out the raindrops that were about to overflow, but Gu Xing looked at it stupidly, and was drenched by the pouring rain.

The old man, who had already frightened the group of big men, was holding two knives in the rain at this time, and the dark rolling thunder exploded from far and near, not far away, as if the city wall was going to be shattered and collapsed.

The thunder came and went, and the firelight that was as thick as an old tree fell from the sky, flashing in the distance, reflecting the long street of Luoyang, which was already inky, like day.

The old man walked briskly, stepping on the brisk rhythm of this long street where thunder was like ritual music and lightning flashing like dance, and brought the subtlety of the knife technique to the extreme.

It's just that there seems to be something wrong with that howl, but the old man is immersed in his own world, and this moment must have nothing to do with him. As the thunder intensified, the frequency of lightning also skyrocketed, and the old man's brisk pace became heavier and heavier.

It was the raindrops that soaked the old man's clothes, and the fluffy clothes were now close to the body that was still tough under the black clouds "hit" Luoyang City. The old man finished the "prelude" and began to walk briskly among the big men who were already covered in bruises.

The big men who were going to crush the old man into pulp were as helpless as a child, crying on this long and cold street. It's just that this kind of pain is too real, so real that Gu Xing's eyes have widened, and his eyes have not been wiped even when they are soaked by the rain.

The old man's swordsmanship has reached the point of being superb, and he might as well let Jia Hongdao more than Jia Hongdao, who taught Gu Xing's gunnery skills, but Jia Hongdao took the fierce road, and the Jia family "amazed one shot" thirteen roads, Gu Xing only learned three ways to be able to resist the fourth-order production master, which shows that this spear skill is very domineering.

And the old man's knife skills seem to be weak, but they are tricks and tricks, not like spear stabbing and stabbing, but he has played many tricks. It is like carving on a piece of "ingredient", and you must show all your thoughts.

There is the first double knife in addition to the "big top", raising the arm to refer to the "immortal", the edge between the strands gradually, the horizontal knife has no one aesthetic conception. Lingling, who was concentrating on the rain above his head with his eyes closed, couldn't help but open his eyes and praise: "The old gentleman's knife technique can be described as unparalleled in the world." ”

When the old man heard Lingling's praise, he was not polite, and then said loudly: "Today, the old man is happy, so let your female doll touch the light of the young master, and come a few more ways." ”

Xu saw that Lingling was also the one who used the knife, so he felt a sense of pity, or he was worried that he would have no successor after the knife, and he was afraid that this girl's temperament would be unacceptable, so he thought of such a clumsy excuse to teach this unearthly knife skill.

Gu Xing didn't use a knife, but when he saw the old man walking like this, he had a long artistic conception, so he was also a little curious, and he made a knife with his hand and compared it. When Lingling saw the old man behaving like this, and then looked at the men who were crying and shouting at their mothers, they actually burst out laughing.

At this time, Lingling was holding a silk handkerchief with both hands to block the rain, but he couldn't hide his face with his hands. Gu Xing looked back unconsciously, and he was a little stupid.

The next moment, he slapped himself violently, and muttered to himself: "Hey, Gu Xing, what do you think, this is the only way to express your heart with humanity, and this intoxicated other person is worthy of his conscience?" ”

Although the voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by the Lingling, "Oh, Gu 'Young Master', when did you have such a mind of 'only one scoop of drink for three thousand weak water', is it because I can't compare to the girl in the high diving exhibition?" ”

Ling Ling straightened his waist as he spoke, Gu Xing was already in a trance, and was teased by her, and almost fell to the ground, so he could only say silently, "Don't look at incivility, don't say incivility, don't listen to incivility." ”

Ling Ling smiled again, and then said loudly: "Old man, I already know the moves, please solve it quickly." When the old man named "Fifth Disease" heard this, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then the knife flowers in his hand flew up and down, dismantling the last crumbling man into eight pieces.

When the old man shook the knife in both arms, and then put the knife back into its sheath, all that remained of the silent street was blood diluted by the rain and dead corpses.

These big men didn't understand until they died, why they died at the hands of a withered old man, and this old man was obviously only one person, and there were dozens of them, but the ending was still predestined.

This may be fate, but this fate is defined by the theory of strength, people live in the world nothing more than to be stable, after all, there are too many things to do, even if these events bring death, they can only die head-on.

This is a fate that is difficult to grasp.

When the old man put the knife back into the sheath, the black clouds in the sky also lost the interest of He Luoyang City to continue fighting, put away the rainwater that was about to overflow the drainage ditch, and continued to run into the distance with the strong wind.

Immediately, the originally oppressive world gradually returned to calm, if it were not for the smell of blood in the humid air, no one would have known that there had been a chaotic battle here, just an old man and dozens of big men "dancing" in the rain.

The old man walked quickly to Gu Xing's side, and snapped his fingers at Lingling, who was still using a silk handkerchief to drain the rain, "This place is not suitable for a long time." After saying that, he walked quickly to the other end of the long street, splashing with the sound of water.

Gu Xing tilted his head and glanced at Lingling, then quickly followed. Lingling didn't seem to have enough fun, but in the end he compromised, dusted the silk handkerchief and carefully folded it back, and followed with gentle steps.

As everyone knows, there is already a person hiding in the shadows, watching everything that happens in front of him from beginning to end, but he did not do it, but chose to wait, just like his nickname "Snake", waiting for the prey to take the bait.

He was rushing forward, but the black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the sky suddenly began to rain down, and there was no way to go, no way to avoid, so he could only find a prominent tile, temporarily dodge, and wait for the end of this "timely rain".

But at this moment of hesitation, the person who was supposed to follow him has already been lost, and it will definitely be difficult to explain when he goes back, so he has to wait for this "heavy rain" that has no eyes to stop soon. Suddenly, he heard the sound of killing and wailing not far away, and walked along the edge of the corner.

Unexpectedly, he saw an old man fighting with dozens of big men, but what surprised him was that the old man was able to walk among dozens of big men with ease, and the big men who were refining their muscles and bones and their muscles were bursting out of their muscles and muscles had nothing to do with him.

In addition to the strange shape of the old man, the walking pace is also amazing. Every time you want to be caught, you slide away at an incredible angle, making people stunned when they look at it.

The young man in the green shirt watched from afar, and secretly remembered those postures and moves in his heart, so he lost the mind of "asking for advice", and silently squatted in an inconspicuous corner that could hide his figure, and became a "spectator" who didn't want money.

Although I don't know who the young man in the green shirt studied from, this road number exercise is obviously very compatible with him, and he is already familiar with it in less than a stick of incense. Mo Ye, who followed the young man in green shirts, also picked a piece of land that did not disturb each other and was short, looking at the young man in green shirts, and looking at the old and strong "man in the rain".

Xu is due to the angle, Mo Ye did not see Gu Xing and Ling Ling, but just focused all his attention on the young man in green shirt and the old man who was fighting with people in the rain. I don't know if the old man is aware of it, or if he is teaching Lingling martial arts for such a righteous and bright purpose, he actually kills endlessly, over and over again.

This was a pain for the big men, but this was exactly what the appetite of the young man in the green shirt was, he couldn't stop licking his lips during the observation, and the more excited he became, even Mo Ye noticed that the internal energy in his body was flowing faster and faster.

Just when Mo Ye felt that the young man in the green shirt was going to step forward to "ask for a lesson or two", as the old man received the sheath and looked at it casually, the surging hot water of the young man in the green shirt instantly turned into ice and snow, and he froze on the spot.

The old man's casual look made the young man in the green shirt shudder, which showed that the old man was just hiding his strength just now. If this is the case, then he must have a bigger plan, otherwise he would not be so secretive.

The young man in the green shirt saw the three of them walk away, until they disappeared at the end of the long street, and finally disappeared, and then slowly poked his head out of the darkness and smiled evilly. One more foot was taken, and he looked left and right before exposing his entire body to the long street.

At this time, this long street that had just had a chaotic battle seemed a little abrupt, not because this quaint long street adjacent to the Four Holy Archways was contaminated with too much cause and effect, but because the blood of these deceased flowed into the canal along the ravine of the bluestone slab, and ran towards the moat.

This long street is at this time acting as an "accomplice" to eliminate cause and effect, and if it is allowed to be washed away by the rain, all obvious evidence will eventually disappear. The young man in the green shirt decided to help them, and took the trouble to move the corpses down the dark alley.

Although his figure looks a little weak, he has strength in his hands, and he will clean up the deceased with three strokes and five divisions. After all, the long street is still the same as before, and the dead and blood are just passers-by.

The young man in the green shirt nodded in satisfaction, and then slowly chased in the direction that the three of them had just left.

Mo Ye waited for the young man in the green shirt to walk away before he came out quietly, stood on this long street and took a deep breath, and exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a long road in Luoyang, leading to life and death." ”

After speaking, the night was thick, perhaps because of the heavy rain just now, Luoyang City at night was much cleaner, and the air was also moist. Mo Ye turned around and looked in the direction of Xiaque Road, and saw that the long street that was once brightly lit at night was already dotted with candles, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

In the end, he turned around and continued to follow, rather than going to Xiaque Road to visit the old man, it was better to follow the young man in green shirts, maybe there was another surprise waiting for him. Mo Ye has always been a person who is not in a hurry, and at this time the ground is a little wet due to the rain, so he walks more carefully, for fear of wetting the clothes under the ink robe.

Author's words 23: Finally 200 chapters, unconsciously written for 135 days, from the beginning of the enthusiasm to the current step by step, from the initial excitement to the current persistence, along the way my heart is full of gratitude. Thanksgiving, Horizontal, Literature, Exploration and Cultivation, Thanksgiving Beanda has been paying attention to and supporting, grateful to the beloved relatives and friends who will never abandon all the way, my rivers and lakes are very big, so big that there are too many stories to tell, my rivers and lakes are very long, after all, I will go through a long life, I hope you will take care of it, support it, and we will see you in the next two hundred chapters.