The distance between the city gate and the post station on the side is only a few hundred meters, but at this time, except for the guards at the city gate, there is not even a single figure around.

Even the city guards yawned at each other and walked into the city, leaving only an empty gate.

For a moment, only the sound of the howling wind wandered in the air, and a fallen leaf that was blown down dragged here.

On the left side of Qiantang Gate, there is a red list, on which some important news of the court and the announcement of the emperor are released, usually it should be bustling here, even if there are not many civilians, there will definitely be many people watching here.

But again, there weren't many people here, just some of the papers that were still hanging on the red list, rustling in the howling wind.

To the left of Qiantang Gate is the Qiantang River, which was once an important port, but has now been replaced by the port on the left, but there are still many ships who choose to stay here.

It seems that this place has become a place where no one cares, and even the deacon of Tianbo Mansion, who usually solicits guests here, has disappeared. The atmosphere of slaughter echoed here, and those murderous aura that seemed to be like substance were about to surge towards the two of them.

Zhang Lingdao pulled out the heavy sword he had just gotten before, looked at the name on the sword, "Yunyang", and couldn't help laughing: "You and I are really fateful, the clouds and mist are gone, and the sun is shining!" I wonder if we're lucky enough to survive that moment? ”

His voice suddenly became cold, and he shouted in all directions: "Everyone, friends from the rivers and lakes, since they have all come, why don't you come out and talk?" ”

Dugu Ruoxu naturally went in and out with him, stood on his side, and also pulled out his sword.

Unlike Zhang Lingdao, the sword he had just gotten in his hand, his sword could be regarded as a real sword. Forging by the contemporary sword god Dugu Feiyun in Taibai Casting Sword Table, using the water of the Shenjian Pond and taking the cold ice of Qinchuan, after more than a year of calming and fighting, finally made such a perfect sword.

At the moment when he pulled out his sword, a bright sword light swayed out from his scabbard, like Qin Chuan's ten thousand years of cold ice, which could not be dissipated for a long time.

The glowing white light came out of the body of the sword, and even if he didn't touch the sword, Zhang Lingdao could feel the refreshing chill.

Two people, two swords, facing the enemy, the two of them seem to be a river and lake!

"Hahaha! The two little cubs of Zhenwu and Taibai! Where do you think this is? Or your Xiangzhou or Qinchuan? This is Hangzhou, the gathering place of martial arts people in the world! If you two are smarter, you can quickly arrest me, and we can leave you a whole corpse!" ”

Unscrupulous words came out from both sides, and in the blink of an eye, on the originally empty road, suddenly a lot of people rushed out.

Some of them jumped from the castle tower, some escaped from the river, and some even lay in ambush on both sides of the road, waiting for the two to appear.

Now that the Lord has arrived, they no longer have to hide their bodies, and they have come out of the ambush place one after another.

Although Zhang Lingdao said that he knew what these guys wanted to do, he also wanted to delay a little longer, and asked: "There is a huge Hangzhou city, and there are thousands of people in the rivers and lakes, why did you choose to go against the two of us?" ”

The man sneered, and as soon as he spoke, the two of them heard the voice from before, "Don't carry it for me, understand and pretend to be confused, what we want, don't you know?" ”

"What you took out of the warehouse, isn't it Peacock Feather?" As he spoke, the knife in his hand was already raised, pointing at the two of them!

"What peacock feathers? We're just getting a letter, where is the peacock feather? Zhang Lingdao was happy, he originally thought that the group of people in front of him was the thugs of the Blue Dragon Society, and he wanted to block the way of the two of them, but he didn't expect it to be just a group of people from the rivers and lakes who didn't know anything, and they didn't know where to get the gossip, so they wanted to intercept the two of them.

"Humph! Don't quibble, we naturally have our means of information, although the two of you have the identity of the disciples of the Eight Desolations as a cover, but now who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know, didn't you bring your marriage to Hangzhou just to protect the Peacock Feather for the Huang family? "The guy at the head of the queue didn't believe them at all, and he didn't want to talk to them too much.

With a wave of the knife in his hand, "Go! Brothers, the guards of Hangzhou City have been transferred by the boss, and now is the time for us to play, these Eight Desolate Dogs, who usually bully us in the rivers and lakes, have no sect and no faction, and now it is finally time for revenge! ”

And a voice from the crowd that I don't know who it was, "Chong, although we can't get the Peacock Feather, there must be something good on these Eight Desolation disciples!" Maybe Zhenwu and Taibai's sword spectrum is on the two of them, and if we get that thing, we are now the founder of the sect, and it is not impossible! ”

Zhang Lingdao almost laughed out loud, which guys are thinking of a clumsy trick, don't use their pig brains to think about it, if the two of them really have Peacock Feathers on them, with the kung fu of three-legged cats like them, how can they survive in Peacock Ling's secret weapon?

As for the sword spectrum, it's even more nonsense, who doesn't know, Taibai and Zhenwu are both hand-in-hand teaching, most of the sword spectrum is in the heart of the head, so how many of the real so-called sword spectrum are in the hands of the disciples?

Zhang Lingdao has always had doubts about the theft of the Sanqing Sword Book in their Shanhai Building. Among the martial arts he has learned since he was a child, there is no martial art called Sanqing Sword, and I say that this is an integration of martial arts, which is not right.

Whether it is carrying the camp and guarding the spirit, or driving away the shadows, it is the best interpretation of the Tao in martial arts, not to mention that although the true martial arts worship is also the ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty, the ** of the Zhenwu Hall is the true martial arts demon emperor! The martial arts routine is already self-contained, how can there be an extra so-called Sanqing Sword?

But of course, now is not the time to think about this, the most important thing is to take care of the group of people in front of you!

Dugu Ruoxu stepped forward slowly, and said without looking back: "I'll come in front, and you can deal with it in the back!" ”

The corners of Zhang Lingdao's mouth curved into a weird arc, "This is naturally good, then, let's see you at the station?" ”

Dugu Ruoxu stood there, quietly facing the group of Jianghu people in front of him, there was not the slightest turmoil in his eyes, "Senior brother's martial arts, I naturally trust it, I don't know...... How much time is it? ”

Zhang Lingdao laughed, the kind of casual peace that was originally raised in the real society has disappeared, and some are unique to the heroism and atmosphere of the people in the rivers and lakes, "A quarter of an hour, at most a quarter of an hour, I'll see you at the station!" ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure had already rushed into the jungle behind, and for a while, the swords and swords were endless!