Gentle sound of horses' hooves.

The young man in the green shirt looked back.

A mortal-looking man riding a scarred gray horse was heading towards the kiosk.

The gray and light-colored robe is very similar to the horse under the seat.

And those eyes that don't look like horses no matter how you look at them.

The young man in the green shirt always felt that the man in gray riding a gray horse was a little weird, and he couldn't tell what was weird.

It's like the worldly eyes under the mountain looking at the people on the mountain.

But he was clearly on the mountain.

When Zhu Moli saw this gray horse man, he smiled lightly, and the fat that was caught in his mouth was finally blown out of the heat, and he could eat it with a heart.

Driving the horse forward, he was on the verge of the Ran family disciple in the Ten Mile Pavilion.

But at this moment, suddenly a tight steel buckle-like palm was placed on his left arm.

There was a pain in his mind, and Zhu Moli turned his head to look at the old man in the wide robe beside him with a dissatisfied expression.

But he saw the old man in the wide robe, except for the iron palm on his arm, his eyes staring ahead.

When Zhu Moli stopped his horse, the iron palm on his arm had been loosened.

Then he looked at the eyes of the old man in the wide robe, and saw that the gray horse gray robe was bypassing the Shili Pavilion and coming towards him.

Looking back at the broad-robed old man beside him, his right hand, which let go of his arm, had quietly grasped the wooden sword behind him.

It's not at all as relaxed and calm as Edgeworth's previous killings.

Wu Chen watched it with taste, and said leisurely: "It's so murderous." ”

The old man in the wide robe stepped off his horse violently, and the black horse, a good horse worth hundreds of gold, roared desolate and fell to the ground.

Chen Zangfeng, who was riding on a horse, went straight towards the gray horse, holding the sword in his right hand, and his posture was still the same.

Previously, when this Chen Xian of his own slashed the two Huang Tan Tiger angry riders with a thunderous sword, it was a sword awe-inspiring awe, and he had to tremble slightly.

But at this time, Zhu Moli didn't feel the awe-inspiring sword qi before, and some of them were just boxing and hunting, and the qi was bursting, pressing directly on his chest.

The gray-clothed and gray-haired horse is unhurried and leisurely, and the light horse passes the small pavilion.

With a sharp blade out of the sheath, the sword qi suddenly rose, and the wooden sword seemed to be wrapped in a layer of white mist sword qi.

The man in gray didn't even look at it, he raised it casually, and punched out of the air with a particularly wanton punch.

In mid-air, which was no more than an inch away from the palm of his fist, the wooden sword clenched in the palm of the broad-robed old man Chen Zangfeng suddenly froze.

The man in gray punched out again, smashing the wooden sword body.

The punch was slow before, but this punch is particularly fast.

The sword qi, which was already somewhat weak, was even more swaying under this swift punch, like duckweed in the wind and rain.

With a bean-like explosion, Chen Zangfeng flew away upside down, pacing several times to the power.

Wiping away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, he forcibly suppressed the dryness in his heart, and looked down at his wooden sword.

This wooden sword treasure that has cost me an unknown amount of effort, but can break the ordinary gold and stone, is full of cracks that penetrate it.

The sword, scrapped.

A voice sounded in his ears, and he looked up at the man in gray who took the initiative to speak.

The man in gray straddled the horse and stood tall, and said to Chen Zangfeng: "I won't play with you anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it and kill you with one punch." ”

He Chen Zangfeng, even if he was in his own mountain, True Sword Mountain, was highly respected, where had he received such words.

is so good that he is also a sword-carrying person, and he has already bent the sword once for the stability of the mountain, wouldn't such words make him Chen Zangfeng bend again?

How can the sword in his hand be straight in the future?

An inexplicable sword aura arose, although it was not as strong as the previous sword qi, but it was more pure and three-point.

The man in gray sighed softly, even if you look for death, then it can only be fulfilled.

Immediately after a punch was handed out, this punch was even faster, almost to the last sword of Chen Zangfeng's life, an invisible sword formed by the condensation of righteous qi in the chest, but it could not be swung as promised.

Then he was punched in the head by the man in gray, and he splashed everywhere.

Zhu Moli was stunned for a moment, then a crazy look appeared in his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Zhan Xian, as long as you are willing to assist this prince well, this prince will forgive you for your current sins." ”

The man in gray looked at his young master with some surprise, and his eyes were indifferent.

Zhu Moli laughed, and said with the eyes of the gray-clothed man who was not afraid of it: "What's the matter, you can't even dare to kill this prince?"

Even if he Zhu Moli is no longer treated by the new emperor, no matter how much he is the backer of his uncle's family, he still has the blood of the emperor's family, and this is only doomed the moment he Zhu Moli was born.

Something you were born with.

Outsiders despise him, Zhu Moli is the master of despising these more than 100,000 people, the surname of the head of the Daxuan Dynasty, and the consequences can be imagined.

This is his Zhu Moli's greatest confidence, and Zhu Moli is convinced that whether it is a man in the market or an emperor like him, or even the mountain master who is already dead in front of him, he will have his own certain demands.

And he, Zhu Moli, is an existence that can meet his demands.

But the next moment, Zhu Moli's eyes widened and he couldn't figure it out, until the last trace of consciousness dissipated, and his mind was still full of the words "why".

The gray-clothed man who withdrew his fist from the abdomen of the noble man of the sword eyebrows couldn't help but sigh in his heart, there are many self-righteous people, and there are many people who are in a hurry to die?

After dismounting, the gray-clothed man turned around and walked towards Shili Pavilion, as for himself, he had just killed the son of a new emperor of the Great Xuan Dynasty with one punch, but he didn't care at all.

In the heart of the man in gray, the sword-eyed man in front of him who was killed by his own punch is actually not much different from the old man who only thought it was a broken wooden sword before, and the man with the knife earlier.

As for the threat in the words of the sword-eyebrow man, of course, it may not be a threat, but a real existence, which is a bit ridiculous for him, a real mountain man.

This mountain is not a mountain gate that the Great Xuan Dynasty can encircle and suppress by sending troops casually, but a higher mountain.

The man in the green shirt in the Ten Mile Pavilion can be said to be in the clouds.

What's the matter? What kind of charm does the surname Ran really have?

Can you still lead your own family to kill your own family and beat your own family?

And the gray-clothed man's ability is so different for so long, unlike this mountain dynasty person, if it is a mountain monk like himself, it doesn't make sense, it shouldn't be!

Imaginingly, the man in gray had already stepped into the corner pavilion, and said softly with a smile: "Young Master Ran, it's against you." ”

The man in the green shirt said helplessly: "I'm really not that Ran Gongzi." ”