Ancient Road of Hanging Sword.

Located at the junction of Qingzhou and Liangzhou, it runs through the majestic Qiyun Mountains, and is the main road between the north and the south.

Wild history records, the previous dynasty had a sword immortal who cultivated to the sky, and the sword was dismembered here, and after his death, he went north with a sword intent for 30,000 miles, and beheaded the soul of a great demon in the Northern Wilderness.

It is said that this ancient sword road is the sword mark cut by the sword immortal five hundred years ago with a dying blow.

this day.

The autumn breeze is bleak.

The maple leaves on the mountain are in full swing, setting off bursts of red waves.

The sun is setting in the west, and the twilight is getting thicker.

There was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the north of the ancient road, and several galloping figures were speeding in the direction of Qingzhou.

The leader of them was a man in fresh clothes and angry horses, and he was proud of the spring breeze, and he was burly, dressed in a sky-blue satin robe embroidered with gorgeous gold ornaments.

The cuffs of the arms are rolled up, and each wears five iron rings.

The tunic was half-open, revealing a few lumps of fat that were piled up in strips and shiny on the chest.

There were eight people following behind the strong man, none of whom looked good, and they shouted and whistled along the road, as if they were not enough, not enough to vent the excitement in their hearts.

"Brother Biao, thanks to your care, the brothers have made a lot of money in this transaction!"

One of the players in the team, dressed in a soap-colored robe, with thin cheeks and two long whiskers on his lips, sneered.

"Hahahaha, as long as you brothers follow me, you will have meat to eat every day in the future."

Crazy Biao looked up to the sky and laughed proudly.

This group of people just robbed a rich second-generation daughter not long ago, and they were really fat, and it was in vain that they kept an eye on them for many days and worked hard.

Speaking of which, "Heavens" is simply a blessing for their gang players, the characters in the game die, except for the natal magic weapon, the rest of the items and goods on the body are all gone.

Therefore, as long as a fat sheep is caught, the harvest is enough to be worth the months of hard work they have to move bricks in the dungeon!

Although the risk of doing this business is extremely high, and the reputation is not good, but the real money is grabbed, who cares about those innocuous infamy.

Even if the name is blood-red, as long as you find a deep mountain and old forest to hide, and when you avoid the limelight, you will be a gangster when you come out!

If you don't be ruthless these days, you only deserve to beg for food!

Since he started the business of bandits in the game, Crazy Biao tasted the sweetness, as if he had found a shortcut to get rich, and began to go further and further on the road of killing people and goods, and his methods became more and more skillful and spicy.

The most important thing is majesty!

The kind of villain who appeared on the stage with the spirit of a king, all kinds of tiger bodies were shocked, arrogant and domineering, and everyone who saw it was frightened and let it be slaughtered.

Of course, the above is purely made up by his own brain.

But this doesn't matter, Crazy Biao's goal is to become a generation of bandits who are famous all over the world, such as "Yunze Nine Evils", "Xuanying Five Thorns", "Seven Heroes of the Proud World Society" and so on.

He has even prepared the name of the gang in the future, and when he has made a little famous, he will immediately raise funds to establish a faction and create a Biaomen!

When the time comes, it will sound even more majestic to recruit a few lone masters on the bandit road and collectively call them "Biaomen Villains"!

Thinking of this, the corner of Crazy Biao's eyes couldn't help but glance at the little brother beside him, he thought to himself that these people could only act as thugs at most, and if they wanted to make a name for themselves in the future, they had to find those top professional players who had the ability.

Just thinking about it, Crazy Biao's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he suddenly pulled the reins of the green horse under his crotch, and at the same time raised his hand to stop everyone.

It turned out that on the mountain road next to the ancient road, a monk wearing a gray monk's robe and a hat appeared on his head.

This monk's appearance seems to be ordinary, as if he is just passing by, but for some reason it makes the crazy biao, who is accustomed to licking blood from the knife edge, feel a strong alarm.

"Brother Biao, what's the situation?" The previous Taoist priest leaned in and whispered.

Crazy Biao made a silent gesture, he narrowed his eyes and stared directly at the monk's figure, his expression a little surprised.

I saw that the monk went down the mountain road, walked straight to the ancient road of the hanging sword and stood still, facing them, without saying a word.

"Whoever is coming ahead, can you report your name?" Crazy Biao couldn't help frowning, and asked in a deep voice.

"Fellow Daoist, the little monk was entrusted by someone to come to you to find you but there was a cause and effect." The young monk took off his hat and slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome smiling face with red lips and white teeth, his face was as smooth as jade, and there was a bright vermilion vertical mark in the center of his eyebrows, adding a bit of aura that does not eat fireworks in the world.

"Oh, what cause and effect?" Hearing this, Crazy Biao straightened up and sneered.

"Three days ago, Daoyou Ke intercepted and killed five players at the gate of the Demon Cave Quest [White Bone Pipa Cave] outside Beiliang City at the moment of Shen Shi?" The monk asked rhetorically with an undiminished smile.

"What Shen Shi moment? If you have something to say, let it go quickly, don't talk about something you don't understand! Crazy Biao scolded angrily.

"Okay......"

The young monk touched his slippery head and said helplessly: "Then I'll change the simple way of asking, is the Taoist friend called Crazy Biao?" ”

"Labor and management are crazy biao, if you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, what do you want with a little white face?"

"Since it is the right master, it seems that the little monk did not find the wrong person, so it will be easy to do."

The young monk nodded clearly, as if relieved, only to see a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth slowly converge, and said seriously: "Crazy Daoist, the little monk wants to borrow your head." ”

"Just you?" Crazy Biao was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile contemptuously, he lifted the horsewhip and pointed over, looking around, "Brothers, someone comes to the door to seek revenge without knowing whether they are alive or dead, which of you is going to educate him for me?" ”

"Brother Biao, I'm coming!!"

Before Crazy Biao's words fell, a horse rushed out beside him.

"Little white face, I don't care where you come from, dare to provoke our brother Biao, and let you know how powerful Grandpa is today!" The man had a sinister smile on his face, wielding a bronze ghost-headed broadsword, the blade glowing red, obviously of good quality.

With the help of horsepower, this person killed in front of the monk in a blink of an eye, and one staggered by, slashing at the monk's neck with a fierce swing.

Seeing that this monk was about to behead himself, blood was splashed on the spot.

However, the ghost-headed broadsword slashed down quickly, but it seemed to be slashed on the iron wall of the copper wall, and the huge anti-shock force suddenly overturned the person from the horse, and flew upside down and fell out.

Wow!!

With a terrible scream, the knife-wielding assailant happened to fall impartially in front of the wild horse, spitting blood again and again.

Crazy Biao glanced down, and the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching slightly.

I saw that my younger brother's right hand holding the knife was cracked, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Looking at the monk again, he was like no one else, his slightly thin figure stood in place, unscathed, and his action of blocking the knife was just raising his hands and clasping his palms in front of his neck.

It was this pair of fleshy palms that seemed to be white and flawless, and the front was hard connected to the spirit weapon-level blade and slashed with all his might!

In an instant, Crazy Biao vaguely remembered a rumor in the rivers and lakes, and was shocked, he asked with a stiff face: "Your Excellency...... But that Blood Sea Man Slaughter? ”