Chapter 726: White Clothes Win Snow

Now, Hao Ji left Luo Xiaofeng in charge of escorting Feng Kneeling! Let him secretly escort Feng Kneeling to Fengjiazhuang.

Luo Xiaofeng readily agreed, because he was thinking about going to Fengjiazhuang.

I don't know when the rain stopped, but the sky was still very gloomy.

The long hook suddenly walked towards Luo Xiaofeng: "Lord Hao ordered when he was leaving, let us divide our troops into two ways and meet at Yingkou, a small town near Fengjiazhuang. ”

Luo Xiaofeng didn't think about it, and said lightly: "Okay!"

Long Hook Dance and Big Knife Xiaochou left with three prisoner carts and seventy soldiers. Luo Xiaofeng looked at their distant backs and couldn't help frowning. Feng Kneeling is a priceless treasure, and everyone in the rivers and lakes wants to get him, so escorting Feng Kneeling on this errand has become extremely dangerous. It is said that the hidden treasure of the Fengyun Sect can only be opened by Feng kneeling. In other words, whoever gets the Maple Kneeling Kneeling will have the possibility of getting the treasure of the Maple Cloud Sect. The treasure of Fengyun Sect's Fengjiazhuang has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for many years. It is said that the reason why Hao Mosaic wanted to send Feng to Fengjiazhuang was because he received a holy decree from the imperial court. The people who were left behind by Hao were all masters of the masters. The long hook dances, a long hook is unpredictable, and the moves are delicate. The big knife is small, although he is short, but the big knife in his hand is elusive, and among the thousands of troops, he can take the head of the general. Iron Sword Rika is a rare weirdo in the public family, he never marries, and uses the sword as his companion. His sword is called the Soul Hook Sword, and his sword technique is the Soul Hook Sword Technique. He has a cold sword, a cold heart, and a cold person, and is known as "cold-blooded headhunter" in the public gate.

Rain, spring rain, stop and fall!Luo Xiaofeng looked at Tie Jian Lixiang's face. There was a faint scar on Tiejian Rika's face. The scar is very faint and faint, and if you don't look closely, you can't find it at all.

Tie Jian Rixiang put her hands behind her back and suddenly said, "In our three prisoner cars, I don't know if there is a maple kneeling?"

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "I don't know either!"

Tie Jian Lixiang said coldly: "Why don't we open the prisoner car and take a look?"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Even if Feng Kneeling is not in these three prison cars, we will escort these three prison cars to Fengjiazhuang!"

Tie Jian Lixiang frowned and looked at Luo Xiaofeng coldly.

Luo Xiaofeng slowly continued: "Whether Feng is kneeling or not, we have to complete this errand." ”

Tiejian Rika didn't speak, he walked out with a cold and arrogant face.

In the evening, Luo Xiaofeng and his party suddenly stopped. In front of him was a barren mountain, and on a small hill stood a man in white like a javelin.

Luo Xiaofeng walked over slowly.

The slender body of the man in white stood straight, and his snow-white face contrasted with the dusty white clothes. The man was white-faced, beardless, and looked like a young man in his twenties.

The weapon in the hand of the man in white was very peculiar, not a sword, a sword, or a halberd, but a huge and incomparably hard bow. The hard bow is more than half a man tall, and the bowstring is the thickness of a thumb.

Luo Xiaofeng smiled indifferently: "White-clothed Shengxue?"

The man in white looked proud, and said coldly: "The strong bow kills, and the white clothes win the snow." ”

This white-clothed man who looks young is actually the white-clothed Shengxue who has been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time.

Tie Jian Rixiang, who has always been arrogant, suddenly walked over and arched his hand towards the white-clothed Shengxue: "Seniors have always been good?" Tiejian Rika looks much older than the white-clothed Shengxue, but she calls the white-clothed Shengxue a senior.

The white-clothed Shengxue glanced at Tiejian Lixiang and said lightly: "You are Tiejian Lixiang?"

Tie Jian Lixiang looked respectful, and said busily: "It's the junior." ”

The white-clothed Shengxue looked up at the vast distant mountains from afar: "Twenty years ago, I was the same as you, and I was also a dog of the imperial court!"

Tie Jian Lixiang's face changed, and she slowly lowered her head.

The white-clothed Shengxue sighed and slowly continued: "The old man is not old, but his heart is already tired. ”

Tie Jian Lixiang bowed down and said: "The seniors saw through the red dust and smiled at Lin Quan, they are really a model for the younger generations. ”

The white-clothed Shengxue suddenly laughed, and when he smiled, his originally smooth and white face immediately wrinkled. Only then did it become known that he was already an old man. The white-clothed Shengxue just smiled, and then immediately restrained his smile, and his wrinkled face instantly became smooth and smooth again.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the face of the white-clothed Shengxue, and then he knew why this person had always looked cold. The white-clothed Shengxue hadn't laughed for many years, and when was the last time he laughed, because the years were too long, he couldn't even say himself.

Tiejian Rika didn't dare to look at the face of the white-clothed Shengxue, he looked down at his toes.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the white-clothed Shengxue, and suddenly smiled: "The strong bow kills, the white-clothed Shengxue!" I don't know who the white hero is going to take this time?"

The white-clothed Shengxue said coldly: "I'm not a hero!"

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "Oh?"

The white-clothed Shengxue said coldly: "The hero is too righteous, but the old man is a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong!"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled indifferently: "Foolish people who don't distinguish between right and wrong, there are countless people in the world, why should Bai Daxia take it to heart?"

The white-clothed Shengxue sighed, and her voice was full of helplessness: "The old man not only does not distinguish between right and wrong, but also has a fatal flaw. ”

Luo Xiaofeng seemed to be very curious, and said with a smile: "What is the fatal flaw of Bai Daxia?"

The white-clothed Shengxue's white and clean hand suddenly tightly grasped the bowstring the thickness of his thumb. His eyes suddenly burst out with a knife-like light, and he said coldly: "Kill...... People ......"

Tie Jian Rixiang, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but shiver.

Luo Xiaofeng said with a smile: "Bai Daxia's shortcomings are indeed very bad!"

The white-clothed Shengxue didn't look at Luo Xiaofeng anymore, he raised his face high, and the hard bow in his hand slowly raised.

The terrifying white-clothed Shengxue is not only in his martial arts and swordsmanship, but also in his unpredictable hard bow. This hard bow was cast in bronze, and the copper bow weighed ninety pounds. The bowstring, which is the thickness of the thumb, is made by twisting the tendons of rhinoceros together. This bronze bow can be shot not only from a distance, but also at close range.

The secret of this bronze bow has not yet been solved, because anyone who knows the secret of the bronze bow is already dead.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the white and flawless face of the white-clothed Shengxue, and suddenly smiled: "The white hero came all the way over, I'm afraid it's because of a woman!"

The white-clothed Shengxue was taken aback and said coldly, "How do you know?"

Luo Xiaofeng said with a smile: "In the whole world, get rid of the stunning beauties, who has such a big face and can invite the white hero?"

The white-clothed Shengxue wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help it: "Luo's ability to catch the head is really not small!"

The white-clothed Shengxue looked at Luo Xiaofeng, and actually had a feeling of sympathy.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the white-clothed Shengxue with a smile on his face: "If the white hero hadn't come to kill someone, maybe we could still be friends!"

The white-clothed Shengxue sighed: "It's a pity that you are not a woman, and the old man is not interested in men!"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "It's a pity!"

The bronze bow in the white-clothed Shengxue's hand was raised even higher.

(End of chapter)