"Bell, bell"

Under the reflection of the raging fire, several masters of the rivers and lakes who heard that the demons were in turmoil and rushed to eradicate the evil were slashing and killing around the iron lumps in front of them.

With heavy force, the sword slashed at the black armor, slicing through the flames, leaving only the nicks.

But this iron armor is strong, and it is difficult to break through the defense when hit.

Who walks the rivers and lakes and will use such armor?

Several Jianghu people were stunned and sarcastic.

This person is wearing heavy armor, it is difficult to move, the black giant sword, looks powerful, but he lacks strength, and he swings very slowly, several people easily dodge the sword, and they have to step forward to face the enemy.

In front of the flames, there were two more people standing, probably accomplices.

One person pretended to wear a black mask, held a sword, and wore tattered clothes, even the scabbard was cut from wood casually, and at first glance he was a down-and-out person, and he was not to be afraid.

The big and small eyes of the other life, still holding a roast chicken in his hand, are watching the excitement.

Behavior, crazy, can't see the body and face clearly through the flames.

But he shouldn't be a master.

As long as you defeat the slow-moving ironclad man in front of you, tonight's matter will be settled.

Several masters glanced at each other, and the blades in their hands were a little faster.

"He still doesn't get used to it, the armor is too heavy, and there are sharp cones broken bodies, Lao Tzu said, that thing is a torture tool, who fights with a torture tool?"

Ai Dacha bit the chicken leg and chattered to the mountain ghost:

"Aren't you going up up to help? If he is knocked unconscious, the flame will no longer burn, and he will be done playing. ”

"No!"

The mountain ghost held the sword, looked at Xiao Tie's sluggish and embarrassed figure, under the mask, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and he said:

"That's my brother, he's not going to lose here. If I help him, I despise him. ”

"You're a madman when you step on a horse!"

Ai Dacha scolded.

But if the mountain ghost doesn't help, he naturally won't go.

He still looked at Xiao Tie to die here, so that he could leave him a peerless treasure.

In the firelight brawl, Xiao Tie's side did encounter some trouble.

There is no fear of physical injury, and with the support of the holy fire, he will not die because of his injuries.

But pain is not exempt.

The human body has its own set of protective mechanisms.

When the pain reaches a certain limit, the spirit will lock the body and put the person into a coma, so as to ensure that even if the pain breaks through the physical limit, it will not damage the spirit.

At this time, Xiao Tie is close to this limit.

His body could bear it, but his mind became more and more numb, and he felt groggy as if he was about to fall asleep, about to fall unconscious, and his movements became heavier and heavier when he swung his sword.

And the pain is endless, entangled in the heart.

Maybe he couldn't bear it, but the light in front of Xiao Tie's eyes was turned between light and dark, and in the flames of the long street next to him, in the firelight, it seemed that there was an illusion.

In a trance, in the perception that the sword hit the iron armor and staggered him.

He seemed to see Master in front of the firelight.

Master was standing in the fire, as he had been when he had been a child, looking at him with gentle eyes and a touch of pity in his eyes.

"Xiao Tie, can't you hold on?"

In the next moment, the master's figure seemed to be replaced by his father when the firelight was flickering.

My father stood proudly on the fire, standing as straight as a spear, unruly, and the world looked at him.

His father was watching him, too.

There was sternness in his eyes, and there was a fist in anticipation.

"Go to the disease, your ambitions, are you going to stop?"

"I..."

Xiao Tie hasn't answered yet.

The illusion of fire in front of me has changed again, and the figure of my father has become the eldest brother again.

Shen Qiu walked out of the fire, holding a blood-drenched knife in his hand, his face and body were dotted with blood, as if he had just fought for his life.

He looked at Xiao Tie, his eyes full of anticipation and encouragement.

"Move mountains, stand up! Keep playing! Our brothers are going to do the real big thing, you, don't fall behind. ”

"Big brother..."

Xiao Tie was struck in the back of the head by a sword, and the whole person fell to the ground, and he used Juque to support his body, relying on a brute courage to keep himself from falling.

In that breath of fire, Xiao Tie turned his head.

Everywhere you look, there is also a fire.

In the midst of the flames, Lei Shiyin's petite figure was standing in the firelight, and the fire wrapped around her body, as if it was about to engulf her whole.

Shiyin's face was fearless.

She said to Xiao Tie:

"I'm waiting for you, husband, I'm waiting for you to marry me, don't make me wait too long."

"Shiyin..."

"Bang"

The illusions in front of him disappeared in the next moment, and a master saw that the turtle shell could not be opened, so he paid attention to the small iron-faced door.

He punched, right on the mask on Xiao Tie's face.

But the seemingly fragile red ghost face is amazingly tough.

Just like the Wuzhu mask of the mountain ghost, it is not gold or jade, but it can withstand the sword and slash the sword wound, this punch came, not only did not break the small iron mask, but the power of the shock, but the fist of the master who hit was in severe pain.

"Smack"

Xiao Tie's heavy body shook and stood up straight.

He grabbed Juque with both hands and tilted his head up.

Every movement will make the iron cone in the armor pierce the flesh and blood, and every movement will bring unwarranted pain all over the body.

Can't adapt, can't be exempted, can't be ignored.

The pain reminded him.

He's not strong enough!

He's too weak!

"No!"

Xiao Tie's voice sounded in the mask, as if he was saying it to himself, and it seemed to be responding to those illusions.

"Won't fall!"

"Boom"

Under the armor, the already scorching flame was like being poured with a layer of gasoline, burning more and more violently in the small iron heart, and then there was a sacrifice to break out, making the world's sharpest dragon and tiger roar angrily.

The battle qi wrapped around the body, and turned into smoke in the heat, pouring out from the cracks in the armor, and the billowing white smoke also poured out of the eyes, nostrils, and mouth of the ghostly face.

Coupled with the elongated distorted shadow reflected by the firelight, this scene frightened the few masters of the rivers and lakes who were fighting so well that they took a few steps back.

Who can not be afraid of the words of ghosts and gods?

When you meet this ironclad madman tonight, isn't it the legendary ghost and god who has appeared?

"It won't stop!"

A low roar came from under the mask of the black-armored man, and in the stunned gaze of the Jianghu people, the ironclad man who was staggering and difficult to move just now would be as if he had returned to normal, and he lifted his heavy sword and smashed it.

In the sound of chains, the sword was fierce, and it was dodged sideways by the masters of the rivers and lakes, but after the sword was cut into the air, it slashed towards another person in the rotation of the wrist.

The kinetic energy on the sword has been lost somewhat, but it is still there.

Layer upon layer.

Canghai sword trick, Canghai striking style.

"Look! This is what a peerless treasure should look like. ”

In the rear, Ai Dacha stared at the big and small eyes, and his eyes shone as he watched Xiao Tie fight in all directions, and he said loudly:

"No matter how heavy it is, no matter how much pressure it is, this God-given body can always adapt and explode in the shortest possible time, and the potential in the body is almost endless.

As long as you can hold on, you can embark on the road of infinite strength.

Peerless Treasures...

Lao Tzu didn't look away!

This kid, as long as he doesn't die, will become a peerless master in the future and dominate the rivers and lakes.

Haha, Yang Tao Lao'er has lost his eyes, he is in big trouble. ”

As soon as the words fell, the battle situation on Xiao Tie's side reversed, just like that night, the moving mountain monarch manipulated the deterioration of his duel with Zhang Chu, and the five swords were swung, making the sword style on Juque more than five times more fierce.

Those few masters of the rivers and lakes were only left with the kung fu to dodge, and they were forced to jump up and down by Xiao Tie, they didn't dare to fight back at all, let alone face the fierce giant.

The power attached to the sword is now to the level of death on touch, and with the swing of the sword, the terrifying power is still increasing!

Die or run!

There is no third way.

"Idea,!"

The first person swept back a few feet, shouted to the two people next to him, and was about to turn around and flee, but as soon as the three of them flew out of the battle circle, Xiao Tie's sword style changed, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed forward.

The terrifying power, driven by the battle qi, turned into a tumbling tide condensed on the sword, and was pushed out by Xiao Tie in the sound of angry waves.

Canghai sword trick, long wind and thousands of miles.

The strength is horizontal, not like the sword qi, but it is more fierce and domineering than the sword qi, just like the tide of the sea, breaking the embankment, the sky is high and the sea is wide, let it gallop.

"We won't be left behind!"

"I won't lose!"

"Bang"

The angry wave sword qi slammed under the feet of the three people, like a bomb bursting, shattering a long street horizontally, splashing bricks and stones, bursting with energy, pushing the three masters to smash to the ground in embarrassment.

An unlucky one, already with a broken calf.

They lay on their stomachs on the ground, looking back in horror, and the flame was kindled, and the flames were stirred.

On top of the collapsed attic burning on the side of the long street, flames rose and burned in the direction of the black-armored man, and the black-armored man with a sword was surrounded by blood-red battle qi all over his body.

Beneath the crimson face of the ghost, two eyes burned up, like a ghost fire in the night.

The battle spirit is burning with blood.

The world's sharpest battle qi broke through the meridians and brought blood light, but in the next moment, the injury would be repaired by the holy flame, and Fu'er would tear it apart again and repair it again.

It's like a hammer that rises and falls.

In the beating of Mars, it is necessary to beat this heaven-sent body into a killing weapon that only Huangquan has.

"Bang"

The stone slab under the feet of the little iron shattered.

With each step forward, the slate shattered a point, and his heavy steps were like a giant beast rampaging through the night sky, and with each step forward, there would be a more terrifying pressure on his body than the sword.

The two knights who could still move were terrified and jumped up to escape, but the mountain ghosts who had been watching moved away.

Like a ghost, he appeared in front of him.

"Huh"

Chengying came out of the sheath, bringing up a cold glow in the firelight, and leaned behind the two people.

Under the ghostly face, a cold voice came:

"It's not over yet, don't leave!"

"Go back!"

In this few zhang land, in a flash, the two knights, and the Jianghu people lying on the ground had their faces full of despair, this is another master who can't be provoked.

They tried to fight back.

But before the blade could be raised, it was split in two.

The fine iron longsword didn't feel the collision at all, and it broke apart in the flickering arc of the sword.

"Go back!"

The mountain ghost said again.

The three of them looked back, and the black-armored man with the giant sword was less than a foot away from them, competing with the guy in front of him who was proficient in swordsmanship.

One more fight with that black-armored man, the odds are greater.

"Ahh

The three of them shouted, turned around and attacked Qiu Yishan, and raised their heavy swords in the back as before.

After more than ten breaths, three Jianghu people who had their hands and feet broken and abolished their martial arts were thrown on the burning ruins of the long street like dead dogs.

He sat on his carriage, which was pulled by the organists, threw a wooden box at the mountain ghost in front of him, and said:

"That's all for this time, Lao Tzu is going back to Qingyang Mountain, go back and tell Shen Qiu that what he wanted, Lao Tzu gave it to him, but Lao Tzu didn't give it for nothing.

After taking so many things, if you can't do something big, next time you ask for it, Lao Tzu won't give it! ”

He looked again at the little iron with the sword case on his back, dressed in black armor, like a brute, and said:

"You little baby, it's not bad, but wearing this Tiangang armor, I'm afraid I won't be able to ride a horse in the future, and it's troublesome, so let's do it, Lao Tzu will take the time to make you a trap beast to travel."

But the beast wasn't taken for nothing. ”

Ai Dacha narrowed his eyes, he grabbed his messy beard, and said to Xiao Tie:

"Your father gave you some things, Lao Tzu knows, when you go to look for those things, take Lao Tzu with you. Anything else, Lao Tzu doesn't want it, Lao Tzu just needs the same.

That's something that doesn't mean anything to you and so on. If you should do this, your father's body will be returned to you. ”

Faced with this transaction, Xiao Tie said without thinking:

"Big brother says okay, just do it."

"You are fighting the street, you really trust him Shen Qiu."

Ai Dacha pursed his lips, he beckoned to the two of them, and said:

"Let's go, Lao Tzu will take you all the way."

"Click, click, click"

Abed, the machine man pulling the big black carriage, began to run under the order of Ai Dacha, and the machine man ran stiffly, but he was fast and tireless.

In the firelight of Jinling, Ai Dacha's broken gong voice laughed, like a night owl, and it spread far and wide in this city.

When they came, they broke open the gates of the city, and they would go away with great swagger, and no one would dare to stop them.

When the sky was bright, in the middle of the night, sitting cross-legged on the stone where Ren Hao died, Shen Qiu, who had been meditating all night, opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

On his body, on his clothes, it was stained with the mist of the river.

He stood up, his true qi wandered for a week, then steamed his clothes dry, and looked back at Zhang Lan's kitten meow.

The mountain ghost was holding a sword and carrying a box, and behind him, wearing black armor and a small iron with a ghost face, his steps were heavy, and he was carrying a giant que, just like an ironclad machine.

Zhang Lan also stood up.

He could see clearly that Xiao Tie's iron armor was full of blood stains, blood stains flowing from his body.

"This..."

He looked back at Shen Qiu and said sharply:

"This is what you call Nirvana rebirth? You and he are both crazy! ”

Shen Qiu didn't answer.

He just put his hands on his shoulders and waited for the two brothers to come to him.

He looked at Xiao Tie.

Xiao Tie also looked at him.

When the two were playing dumb riddles, Zhang Lan carried a burden, hugged the cat, and put the black fan in his sleeve, and he complained to the mountain ghosts around him:

"Those decent people will definitely come to us for revenge. We slapped them hard, the people in the rivers and lakes have the most important face, and they will not give up.

Along the way, it will definitely not be quiet. ”

"So what?"

Holding his sword, the mountain ghost said:

"If you dare to come, kill it."

"Brother Mountain Ghost, don't be so grumpy."

Zhang Lan shook his head, and he said:

"We're going to do great things, and we're not going to fall into the Demon Sect, we always kill people, it's not good, we just abolish martial arts, break our hands and feet, and throw them on the side of the road.

Always killing, not so good. ”

"Besides, we can't refuse others to seek revenge."

He moved his finger and said:

"This is the courtesy of walking the rivers and lakes."

These words made the mountain ghost stunned for a moment, but then nodded.

He felt.

What Zhang Lan said this time is very reasonable.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Qiu looked at Xiao Tie, stretched out his hand to help him wipe the blood stains off his shoulder, Shen Qiu's eyes, there was a touch of distress, Xiao Tie saw that vision, he said honestly:

"It hurts, it hurts to move."

"Are you afraid?"

Shen Qiu asked again:

"You guess you'll have to put it on for a long time before you take it off."

"Don't be afraid."

Xiao Tie said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm not afraid of pain anymore, and that night, that was the last time I was scared."

"Okay."

Shen Qiu let out a sigh of relief, he looked back at the mountain ghost and Zhang Lan, and then looked at the riverside, there seemed to be a cold stone remaining, and in the sound of the rolling river with water mist, he said:

"Let's go, let's go back to Luoyang."

"Hide our weaknesses and do what we have to do."

"It's a tough road, it's a long one, and it's time for us to go."

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