Shui Dai said coldly: "What's wrong with my daughter, what are you going to do?" ”

The man smiled and said, "Hehe." Water hero, Ling Ai is naturally innocent, the big and small demons of this blood knife gate are all lewd ~ evil people, I can't say that the demon root has been planted at this time, let's talk about it, is this reason? ”

There was a faint echo in the crowd.

"I didn't"

At this time, Shui Sheng woke up leisurely, and when he heard these words, his body shook violently, and he really turned like the sky was spinning, and he experienced another stimulus, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, and passed out again.

"Sheng'er!"

Shui Dai Ai ~ The woman's heart was eager, she suddenly changed color, and shouted: "Whoever dares to touch my daughter, come and try whether the water is a long sword." ”

When he heard what the man said, his mind had completely sunk, knowing that these people were heroic, but in fact, each of them had come back to life by licking blood from the knife, and no one was easy and kind.

Don't doubt their bottom line at all.

Someone has always taken the lead, and someone has spoken. Another person in the crowd said in a strange manner: "It's hard to say, Water Hero, I can't say that I can't give birth to a little demon star in the future, and the rivers and lakes are bloody again." ”

"Alas! Fourth"

Lu Tianshu also flashed a trace of hesitation and wavering on his face, but he was held by Liu Chengfeng with one hand.

Shui Dai laughed and said: "Okay, you righteous heroes, I still say the same thing, whoever wants to move my daughter, just come and try it!" ”

The True Dragon Monk's face also changed by itself, and he shook his head. "Iniquity, iniquity!"

Above the snow valley, the atmosphere is tense.

Sometimes. The human heart is far more terrifying than powerful martial arts

At the top of the snow peak, the wind is head-on, and the wind and snow dye the temples.

After Su Liu killed the Blood Knife Ancestor with a knife, he took a look at the relics of the Blood Knife Ancestor, only a Blood Moon Long Knife and some broken silver, as well as a pale yellow booklet. It is expected that it is also the essence of the martial arts of the Blood Sword Gate.

He took a breath of true anger, and didn't pay attention to the four of them, and flew straight up a snow peak. He sat down and opened the book.

"Is it also a Blood Knife Sutra?"

Su Liu spread out the two copies of the "Blood Knife Sutra", looked at each other carefully, and read them word by word. Sure enough, it is exactly the same as the "Blood Knife Sutra" on Bao Xiang's body.

"That's not right!"

He had some strange feelings in his heart. I looked at it again, and even checked the interlayer, and there were no mistakes or omissions. In my mind, I recalled the strange but not domineering portraits, the meridians and acupoints, and there were no mistakes or omissions, among which there were a series of practice routes, and after thinking about it again, I was finally shocked to find the difference.

The "Blood Knife Sutra" collected by the Blood Knife Ancestor is a little different from the one of the treasure elephants. The key trick is the first picture.

The image is the same, one person and one pointing to the sky. Pointing to the ground, the volume of the treasure elephant is a section of the qi method that is missing some key points.

This section of the method, that is, the true qi penetrates directly through Ren Du, until the center of the brain is on the ground.

The danger here is no longer something that Su Liu can see at this time, and if this section of the skill is tried immediately at this time, it will be his own death.

Su Liu naturally would not take this risk, and the benefits were not proportional to the risks at all.

"That's it, I can't understand it for a while, and it's not a chance, so I'll let it go first, Jingzhou City still has one more thing to do."

Su Liuyu got up suddenly, the snow fell on his own, he stood on the top of the snow peak, his hands were strong, and when he landed, he shattered the pamphlet into powder, and passed away, but those key contents had already been firmly engraved in his mind.

He looked around, and everyone under the snow valley was divided into two sides, like ants looking up, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and there was no longer any killing intent in his heart

Outside Jiangling City, Jingzhou, a teahouse.

A man dressed as a storyteller was sitting on top of it, and said to everyone mysteriously: "But I said that these major events that have happened these days, I am afraid that you will be frightened when you hear it." ”

A bearded man slapped the table and shouted; "Come on, what's the other grinding."

The storyteller shook his head, stretched out a finger, and said lightly: "This first thing is the top priority in the rivers and lakes, the wind and the tiger, the clouds and the dragon, the eight giants of the north and the south, leading the hundred and ten heroes of the northern and southern martial arts, going straight to the Tibetan snow mountain to besiege and kill the ancestor of the blood knife." ”

The rough man sneered and said, "What's this, eight top masters are out of the horse, that's not hand-to-hand." ”

"Wrong!"

The storyteller's fingers tapped on the table, and the tuk tuk sounded, and everyone was a little quiet, and then he said: "The Blood Knife Ancestor is an evil troll in the world, and the people of the world who kill with a bloody knife are terrified. ”

"Let you ~ mother's bullshit, grow other people's ambitions, and destroy your own prestige!"

The storyteller shook his head and laughed when he saw the excitement of the crowd; "I have a reason to say this, recently there was another incident on the edge of the Yangtze River, and a little devil was suddenly born in the Blood Knife Gate."

"According to reliable sources, that little devil defeated the invincible Huatie Ganhua hero in the falling flowers and flowing water in two moves, so, in my opinion, this battle of the Snow Mountain must be the end of our righteous martial arts."

"It seems to make some sense, so let's keep talking."

The people began to sit down, and those who ate ate continued to use tea.

The storyteller saw all the reactions of the crowd in his eyes, and listened with his ears pricked up, he took a sip of tea with satisfaction, and continued: "The second thing is also a great thing, I don't know which way the people on the road did it, and they actually kidnapped the daughter of our prefect."

There was an uproar in the teahouse.

The storyteller became more and more energetic, smacked his lips, and lowered his voice: "After this incident, the prison in our city was robbed again last night, and dozens of people died on the spot.

"So many forces!"

There are many high-rollers in this teahouse, the speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, many people's faces have changed greatly, I don't know what I thought, I hurriedly got up to pay the bill and left.

"Little Er, get a pot of wine."

Su Liu put down the wine glass, and at the same time put down a piece of broken silver, with a shallow smile on his face, he picked up the pot of wine, got up and left.

Although he was burdened with Bai Yujing's accusation of destroying heaven and earth, he did not have the consciousness to be a demon to wash Jingzhou in blood.

It's just that when he stepped into the ancient city of Gangneung with wine, the sky was gray, and only a ray of sunlight scattered from the clouds.

At this time, autumn comes September 8. (To be continued.) )