Official road, roadside, under the old tree, one person, one gun, one horse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A white-haired young man, dressed in white armor, sat there quietly, pranayama with his eyes closed, motionless as a rock.

The young man had a spear next to him, the body of the spear was snow-white, engraved with the pattern of a swimming dragon, and the two swimming dragons circled and converged to the tip of the spear.

The white tasseled whiskers fluttering in the wind resemble the whiskers of two swimming dragons.

In the harsh sunlight, the tip of the gun flickered.

The white horse was grazing with his head down, snorting and shaking his head from time to time.

Zhao Tianyu restrained Maxima, Xinghuan stopped very interestingly, and looked at the strange young man who was dressed in white.

A gust of wind blew, and a withered yellow maple leaf fell, swaying in front of the young man's eyes.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes, and a light shone out of his eyes.

The maple leaf swirled and continued to fall.

The young man stood up, his expression was cold, and the spear in his hand pointed at Zhao Tianyu.

Zhao Tianyu sighed and said, "We shouldn't take this road. ”

Xinghuan lazily lay on the horse's back, and said casually: "You have a grudge? ”

Zhao Tianyu shook his head and said indifferently: "His name is Yang Wuving, he is from Tiance Mansion, and he is the general of the Yang family." ”

Xinghuan yawned and said, "Good luck." ”

Zhao Tianyu rubbed the scabbard, got off the horse, and came to the white-haired young man.

The wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the horses walked back and forth, looking for weeds to eat.

Zhao Tianyu was also puzzled, and said, "Do we have a grudge? ”

Yang Wuving's face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "No." ”

Zhao Tianyu said: "I don't understand. ”

Yang Wushu said indifferently: "I want to see Dugu Nine Swords." After a pause, he frowned again and said, "Liu Qingfeng is my younger brother." ”

Zhao Tianyu understood and pulled out his sword.

Liu Qingfeng, Huashan faction, Zhao Tianyu's younger brother.

Each sect has a peerless school, and if you want to practice, you must become a sect elder brother to be qualified to practice.

Individual sects, organizations are exceptional, such as the Seven Killing Sect, Tiance Mansion.

Only one person can practice the peerless school, so the struggle within the sect is very cruel, and the title of senior brother represents the most talented and powerful person in the sect.

Yang Wushu is the strongest among the younger generation of Tiance Mansion, and he is also the Yang family's highest level of marksmanship cultivation.

He and Liu Qingfeng are brothers in reality, this time, mainly to see Dugu Jiujian, if he can kill Zhao Tianyu, with his younger brother's strength, it is not difficult to win the title of senior brother.

If he can't kill him, it will be an eye-opener, and as for his younger brother, he won't care anymore.

Zhao Tianyu has encountered this kind of thing a lot, and he is used to it.

In fact, there was not only one Liu Qingfeng in the Huashan faction who wanted him to die and secretly troubled him.

In the Huashan faction, there is no one who doesn't want to learn Dugu Jiujian, he is like a roadblock, so many people want him to die, and he has also encountered many troubles like the one in front of him.

It's a pity that so far, he has not been defeated, and the most dangerous one is only a draw.

The swordsmanship in the Huashan faction is not only one of the Dugu Nine Swords, the Wuyue Sword Sect in the Xiaoao Jianghu is combined into one Huashan faction, and there are naturally a lot of swordsmanship in the faction.

It's just that if you want to blame, you can only blame Dugu Jiujian's name for being too loud.

While!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged hands.

After Xinghuan glanced at it, he continued to lie on the back of the horse bored, napping.

It's not that he's not interested, it's that he can't see the movements of the two of them clearly, and the strength of the wine hasn't completely dissipated, which makes him dizzy.

The fight lasted for a long time, and the sound of the fight became more and more rapid.

In a trance, the sound of the fight suddenly disappeared, and Xinghuan noticed that there was an extra person next to him.

When he opened his eyes, Zhao Tianyu was gasping slightly, his forehead was sweating, and the sword in his hand trembled.

Zhao Tianyu's heart was very heavy, the Yang family gun was born and killed on the battlefield, one move and one style, simple and direct, just to kill the enemy.

He hasn't learned to break the gun yet, and if nothing else, he'll lose this time.

The more time passes, the more Yang Wuving's momentum will be, and he will only lose faster.

Yang Wushu came with killing intent, so if he was defeated, there would be only one result.

Die...

Of course Zhao Tianyu won't die, because Xinghuan happens to be there.

"Can't beat it?"

"Yes."

"Will you die?"

"Yes."

"You're a pig?"

“…”

Yang Wushu didn't give the enemy much time to breathe, and the spear in his hand attacked again.

He was disappointed and regretted.

Disappointing is that Zhao Tianyu doesn't seem to have learned the spear-breaking style, and unfortunately, he hasn't seen the gun-breaking style of Dugu Jiujian.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianyu was helpless, and he didn't have time to take care of Xinghuan, so he greeted him again.

On horseback, Xinghuan's eyes were dilated, yawning, supporting the horse's back to sit up straight, and watching the fight between the two.

Silently, a flying knife appeared in his hand, in the shape of a willow leaf, and the blade was as thin as paper.

Before leaving the town, Zhao Tianyu went to the weapon store to buy it for him to practice, and it was a very ordinary lancet.

Warm nourishment value of 5 points.

There were nine flying knives in the hidden weapon bag on his belt, and after cultivating the nine flying knives at the same time, he gave up the eight knives and focused on cultivating one.

The flying knife in his hand is the flying knife that focuses on cultivation.

After looking at it for a long time, Xinghuan was helpless.

When the two of them fought, they tossed back and forth too often, too fast, and if his flying knife flew out like this, it could only depend on luck.

The Flying Knife Chapter of the Hidden Weapon Solution, he has only comprehended and completed, and has not yet practiced, and his proficiency is still zero.

Therefore, there is no change in this aspect, and it is still relying on luck as always.

Zhao Tianyu understands Xinghuan's embarrassment, but he is powerless now, he can only keep defending, and he has begun to fall into defeat, and he can't withdraw at all.

Xinghuan watched it for a long time, rubbed his chin, thought about it, and said loudly: "Hey, what is that Yang Invincible, if you don't want to die under Xiao Li's flying knife, let's stop." ”

Of course, Xiao Li's flying knife is bluffing.

While!

Zhao Tianyu was shot away by Yang Wuving.

Because the cultivation of the Yang family's spear required going to the battlefield, Yang Wushu often fought with the enemy on the border, and acted decisively.

Of course, he saw Xinghuan, but he ignored it.

Who makes Xinghuan look like a weak chicken at a glance, or a drunk weak chicken.

He didn't like to have a weak chicken barking around during the battle.

So he was decisive in killing, and he didn't hesitate to stab this weak chicken with a shot.

In his opinion, killing this weak chicken is just a matter of casual blows, as for Xiao Li's flying knife, of course he doesn't believe it.

Xinghuan swore that he was really taken aback, so frightened that he woke up in an instant, and his hands shook in fright, and the flying knife flew out like this.

The tip of the gun stopped, and it stopped abruptly less than a finger away from Xinghuan's eyebrows.

It had to stop because of an extra bloodshot on his owner's throat.

Blood sprayed, and Yang Wuving's body fell to the sky.

In this way, Xinghuan was frightened and got a blood since he entered the chivalrous rivers and lakes.

Looking at the tip of the gun close at hand, Xing Huan sighed silently in his heart: "Why do you say you have nothing to scare me." ”