This sword flickered, making people's eyes bloom, even if it was very powerful.

In the flash of cold light, Han Sensen's sword body (real) was already on Jiang Duzui's snow-white neck.

Boom bell!

The sound is huge.

He shouted and said, "Hand over the Baiyun Sword, or she will die!" ”

Zhang Le hurriedly said: "And it's slow!" ”

Zhang Le's sudden speech, even though it made the person pause for a moment, the person looked at Zhang Le.

The man: "What's the matter?" ”

Zhang Le said: "The sword can be given to you, but you need to release her immediately." ”

This is Zhang Le's personal position and personal attitude, and he has no other ideas.

The man laughed and said, "What are you kidding, if we let her go immediately, will we still have the life to go down the mountain?" ”

Zhang Le didn't make a sound, and after a long pause, he said, "What's wrong with you?" ”

At this time, of course, Zhang Le wants to confront people face to face and rescue them, if people can't be rescued, then what else can they say?

That's not much to say, isn't it?

It's too late, it's fast, and when it's over, it's terrifying......

Bang la la blah!

The man said: "Hand over the sword, and in the future, you will go to the great city to go to the sword faction, although you will come to ask for someone." "What I imagined in my heart: When the time comes, some masters will be there, no matter how strong your martial arts skills are, you will not be able to escape our palms. I have made up my mind, and I am bolder.

The tone is deep and the voices are boiling.

What Shang I Guantian imagined in his heart: Li Yuntian had suffered his own losses, so that he was afraid when he saw himself. It's okay to scare him, but the people around him (an old one) are not afraid of themselves.

If there is no speed at all, then what is there to say?

That's simply not much to say.

Although he was sure that Jiang Dudrunk would be saved at this time.

But the person holding the sword on Jiang Duzui's neck must be killed, otherwise it is difficult to guarantee that Jiang Duzui will not be injured, the sword is so sharp.

Jiang Duzui is Zhang Le's friend, so if he can't save people, then he must also save people, this is nothing impossible, this is a necessary thing, this is a must do, how can there be a reason not to save people?

Isn't it.

Just a slight stroke could kill her.

Zhang Le turned his head to look at Shang I Guantian and asked, "Brother Hua, what's wrong?" ”

The voice is still very warm.

Shang I Guantian looked at the rusty sword in his hand.

The tone is quite firm.

I secretly said in my heart: This sword is like scrap metal, it is better to give it to them. That Shangjian Sect is a great master of virtue and respect. 、

Yes, you are highly respected.

You can't hold on to Jiang Du and get drunk, right? When the time comes, they will send someone to the king.

He looked up and said, "I'll give it to you, but I'm afraid you don't want it." When he had finished speaking, he threw the sword in his hand, and the castration was swift, and the wind broke through.

The feeling is slightly mailed, but there is no other doubt.

Li Yuntian and the others didn't dare to take it when they saw that the sword was coming so quickly, so they hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid it, and the sword was directly inserted into a tree behind the body (an old one) with a small sound of "grabbing" the scabbard.

Three lives and three lives.

One person pulled out for a long time, and after a while, he reluctantly pulled out the sword, held it with both hands, and carried it in front of Li Yuntian.

When it passed, it was as if a cloud of smoke was passing in front of me.

Li Yuntian picked it up and took a look, but saw that the sword was rusty.

It's a rusty sword.

Pull out the blade of the sword (an old one).

Brush!

A cold light is coming!

It's all the same. The happy face on his whole face suddenly became gloomy, and he said, "Could it be that you guys are joking?" ”

Zhang Le said with a bitter smile: "It's a matter of human life, who dares to joke?" ”

Li Yuntian said: "This sword is obviously an iron sword, aren't you joking with us?" ”

I have a sword in my heart, and the sword is in my heart.

Shangi Guantian said: "This sword is the Baiyun Sword, if you don't believe it, if you still come, you don't dare to kill her, but just want her to live, I and the other two people will go to your Shangjian Sect to save people, and then your Shangjian Sect will suffer." ”

His tone was understated.

It seems that there is not much personal emotional sustenance.

But there is also an awe-inspiring air in the understatement.

Mighty and majestic.

One can't help but feel a sense of unease.

What Li Yuntian imagined in his heart: When the two of them jumped into the lake last night, they didn't have weapons on their bodies (an old one), and they were holding this sword when they just came down from the top of the mountain, could it be that this sword was really taken out from behind the stone wall? Could it be that this is really the White Cloud Sword?

Is that really it?

Is that really it?

Are you sure?

It must be thought-provoking, right? What if it's to say, isn't? Naturally, I have a wonderful feeling in my heart.

But then.

Naturally, if this is the case, it will still make people worry a lot.

Legend has it that the Baiyun Sword is a divine sword, what's wrong with it being a rotten iron? Immediately, he thought: Presumably this is the sword they found behind the stone wall.

Yes.

Don't care about it for now, take it back and let the master personally identify it, and then you can recognize whether this sword is a Baiyun sword or not.

At this time, he said: "The situation is like this, we can't believe it or not, the two of them can rush to the great city after sunset to get the dignitaries of the Sword Sect." ”

“……”

"I'm waiting for the two of you, and I hope to come to us as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, he bowed respectfully, and Zuijiao couldn't help but show a sinister smile.

Jiang Duzui didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He is so groaning, so groaning, does it mean that the tears in his tears need to be forcibly endured? Really, does it really have to be like this, is it really good?

Real Horse Number?

That autumn wave just kept falling on Zhang Le's body.

Seeing Zhang Le, there were mixed feelings in her heart, she was taken away like this, Zhang Le sweared.

Swear!

Zhang Le looked at her and said, "We will definitely go to save you." ”

He didn't know when Jiang Du's drunken departure would be, and he didn't know when he would come back.

The wind in the spring, the feeling of spring, is very beautiful,

In the warm sunshine, there is a rich fragrance.

In the middle of the day, the sun is coming, the day is full of splendor, and the day is a new climate, and people will feel extra comfortable at this time.

But.

Zhang Le can't enjoy all this, he needs to save people, save people, ahhh

On the mountain road, clusters of bright flowers are looking up, bathed in the morning sun; Bees whining and fluttering over the flowers, waiting for them to bloom and collect their juice.

However, the mood is scorching.

However, soon, as he wished, he rescued the person.

Shang I Guantian and Zhang Le, Li Chunmei, and Wang Chi walked on this only mountain road that went down the mountain, and Shang I Guantian was really very happy in his heart.

(End of chapter)