"Elder Zhou, let that Xishu Sword Immortal take the lead, I always feel that something is wrong, do you want to send a few more brothers to pick it up?" Jin Ya said carefully, and every word was full of respect.

Zhou Lao seemed to have seen Jin Ya's thoughts a long time ago, he squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of the Yeqi River, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think that he is only the fourteenth in the world, and when he arrives on the battlefield, he will not play any role?" ”

Jin Ya nodded cautiously, but he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction, and said: "Now that it's a critical juncture, I won't go around in circles." Although Deng Ding Xishu Sword Immortal's name is well-known, after all, it is only ranked fourteenth in the world, even if there is a Sanqing Sword Formation composed of his three apprentices, the three of them are only the ninth in the world. I heard that there is a person named Fajie next to the little ancestor, in fact, it is Lijie, who is ranked fifth in the world, and Captain Mo Limo, who is also the sixth master in the world, with these people, it can only be supported hard, Deng Ding took his three apprentices to go, I'm afraid it will ......"

Old Zhou twisted his long beard, glanced at Jin Ya meaningfully, and said with a smile: "The Jin Gang Leader is too worried, since my Senior Brother Deng has taken this matter down, he will definitely live up to his mission." ”

Jin Ya gasped when he heard this, only then did he know that Zhou Lao and Deng Ding, who was known as the Xishu Sword Immortal, were actually senior brothers, and he was suddenly speechless, and the atmosphere was slightly embarrassing.

Old Zhou didn't say anything, looking at the Shu army camp on the bank of the Yeqi River, the old man remembered a past.

When he was studying the same art in the same school, he couldn't wait to learn all the skills of his master, but his senior brother Deng Ding was the opposite of him, only practicing swordsmanship, and not touching any other weapons.

Master once asserted that Zhou Lao would definitely become a miscellaneous family that gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools, and the apprentice who was obsessed with kendo was destined to embark on a bumpy road full of thorns.

The high-spirited old Zhou didn't understand the deep meaning of this sentence, and when he understood, he was already gray, the so-called miscellaneous family was actually just miscellaneous but not refined, and the thorny and bumpy road that the senior brother took was the only way to the success of the sword.

He didn't blame the master, nor did he resent the master for not mentioning him back then, the old man who had long passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven knew very well in his heart that even if the master said it, he couldn't be like the senior brother, only with a long sword every day.

The old man suddenly felt that his eyes were a little tight, and his wrinkled face was filled with vicissitudes.

He looked up at the gray sky and sighed softly, he didn't know if the senior brother who took twenty years to pick up the sword, another twenty years to understand the sword, and finally another twenty years to put down the sword, whether he realized the sword at the pinnacle of the sword.

On a bridgehead on the south bank of the Yeqi River, the three brothers Qing Ming, Qing Chuan and Qing Fan had already set up the Sanqing Sword Formation.

After watching the three brothers block a wave of enemy onslaught, the Shu Han soldiers were all stunned.

The people in the barracks looked down on the people in the rivers and lakes, thinking that they knew how to play tricks, and fighting a group of more than 20 people was considered a big battle.

But today, the soldiers can be regarded as having opened their eyes, and they have finally seen why with a sword formation, these three people can tie for the ninth position in the world on the martial arts list.

Deng Ding squatted on the bridge, nibbling on a chicken leg, which looked a little abrupt on this bloody battlefield.

The little old man with an authentic Sichuan voice obviously didn't feel anything wrong, and bit the chicken leg in his hand, showing an undisguised look of satisfaction from time to time, as if in the eyes of this Xishu Sword Immortal, who had never married a daughter-in-law in his life, food was the most exciting stunner in the world.

Just as Deng Ding was about to take another big bite of chicken, a pool of blood splashed on his hand, he picked up the chicken leg, looked at the blood that kept dripping from it, and suddenly became furious.

He jumped up, threw the bloody chicken leg at his three apprentices, and scolded: "Turtle son, you are an ancestor of the nest!" ”

Qing Ming, Qing Chuan, and Qing Fan, who were facing the enemy with all their might, had the time to take care of the master who was angry, and with the strength of three of them to face thousands of enemy troops, it would take a lot of time to cut off the opponent's thousands of heads one by one, not to mention that there were many monsters in the southern Xinjiang army.

Dressed in white, he handed a piece of beef wrapped in lotus leaves in front of Deng Ding, the little old man raised his nose and smelled it, and immediately smiled, snatched the beef in Liu He's hand, tore off the lotus leaves outside, and feasted on it.

Knowing that the Xishu Sword Immortal had arrived, Liu He did not rush to come at that time, but rushed back to the camp on the north shore and asked for one of the few pieces of cooked beef from the Huotou Army, which was specially used to do what he liked.

"This beef tastes good, but it's cold, it's a pity." A whole piece of beef was in the belly, the little old man said as he pouted his fingers.

Liu He said tepidly, "It's all this time, don't be picky." ”

The little old man smiled and asked inappropriately, "Where did this beef come from?" When it's over in a while, I'll go ask for a few more. ”

"These are for the wounded soldiers." Liu He said flatly.

The little old man, who was patting his stomach with satisfaction, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly walked over to his three apprentices with a straight expression.

"I have the strength to eat my stomach, and all three of you will get out of the way for me!"

The three people in the sword array were shocked when they heard this, and almost at the same time, they turned their heads and looked at their master, their faces full of astonishment.

When Deng Ding talked to his three apprentices, he basically spoke in a Sichuan accent, but if the Sichuan accent was changed to Trump, it meant that this little old man, who was known as the Xishu Sword Immortal, was going to be serious.

The last time Qingming and the three of them heard Master talk about Trump was when they were under Baishui Pass, and the last time, Master razed the lair of a group of bandits to the ground with one move.

What shocked the three brothers even more was Deng Ding's next sentence.

"Lend me that sword in your hand." Seeing the long sword named Bushun in Liu He's hand, Deng Ding didn't see it at all, and reached out to ask for it.

Liu He handed over the long sword, and was a little worried, the little old man in front of him, who was born with a sense of joy, didn't look like a person who borrowed and repaid.

Just when Liu He was pondering whether he could get the long sword back, he saw Qing Ming, Qing Chuan, and Qing Fan suddenly disperse the Sanqing Sword Formation, striding towards the bridge, and there seemed to be a look of horror on their faces.

Liu He turned his head and looked at the three senior brothers who had retreated again and again, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be a very dangerous decision to hand over the long sword into the hands of that Xishu Sword Immortal.