Tiansong Daoren had already left with Chi Baicheng in his arms, but Tian Boguang didn't stop them, at this time he looked at arbitrarily and said with a smile: "I have heard the name of Wudang Holy Hand for a long time, and when I see it today, it is fate, why don't Brother Ren come and have a few drinks?" ”

He shook his head arbitrarily, and instead looked at Ling Hu Chong of the Huashan faction and asked, "There are more than a dozen wounds on your body, which must have been left by him." ”

Linghu nodded at the head, but the little nun said: "This senior brother, Senior Brother Linghu was injured because of me, and it was all my fault, so I ...... ......"

Arbitrarily suddenly asked, "Are you Yilin?" ”

The little nun blinked and said, "You, do you know me?" ”

He smiled arbitrarily and said, "I know that your father is not a monk." ”

Yilin's mouth opened slightly, and she said dumbfoundedly: "My father? ”

Without explanation, he said to Linghu Chong: "There are five knife wounds on your body that are enough to kill you, it seems that he really wants to make friends with you, otherwise you would have died a long time ago." ”

When Linghu Chong heard this, he looked at Tian Boguang and snorted, and said, "I accept your favor from Brother Tian, but it was I who made Hu Chong dare not climb high." ”

Tian Boguang laughed and said disapprerovingly: "Why should Brother Linghu be angry, the annoying person is gone, sit down, sit down!" Let's get on with the drink. ”

As soon as he sat down, he stood up.

Seeing this, Tian Boguang laughed and said: "Okay, in addition to Brother Linghu today, Brother Ren is also ......."

The voice was abrupt, and he saw a roll of arbitrary sleeve robes, and the long sword that was dropped by Chi Baicheng flew into his palm.

Tian Boguang stopped laughing and said coldly: "It seems that the Wudang Holy Hand is also going to trouble Tian." ”

Yi said lightly: "Seeing your quick knife, it's just an itch for a while, but if you can't catch my three swords, you will die." ”

Tian Boguang's fast knife has just shocked everyone, and even the master of the Taishan faction is not an opponent, how could Ling Hu Chong think that this Wudang faction's famous divine doctor and holy hand would dare to trouble the thief, and even be so arrogant......

In Ling Hu Chong's view, this is not only arrogance, but also ignorance. Even if it is his master, the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun, he may not be able to take down the lewd thief in fifty moves, he actually said three swords?

Tian Boguang was slightly stunned, and then laughed and said: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that I would look away, I thought you were a wonderful person, who thought you were just a stupid person." ”

"Get out of the sword! Tian also wants to see your Wudang faction's swordsmanship. ”

The sword is already in hand, this is a very ordinary sword, although it is very sharp, but there is no history enough to show off, and the sword without history is mortal iron, even scrap iron.

He said lightly: "After the three swords, if you don't die, I'll let you go!" ”

Tian Boguang looked at him with a smile on his face, and the expression on his face was like seeing a madman, unspeakable mockery and ridicule.

He was still sitting, even with his sword in his sheath, and he seemed confident in victory...... But in the next moment, his calm and proud expression immediately became frightened.

Swing your sword at will, stab!

There was no warning, and there was no starting move, as if the sword did not need to be charged, and the sword move was only one stab.

With only one stab, the sword went straight away, and the castration was very fast......

The sword edge is sharp, the sword light is incredible, this sword is extremely fast, and this sword is also the most terrifying sword Tian Boguang has seen since he walked the rivers and lakes!

He didn't have time to draw his sword at all, this was the first time he didn't have time to draw his sword, he just moved, and the sword light had arrived.

The sword light came too fast, faster than the wind, because this sword had pierced the wind and stabbed out an extremely sharp sound!

You can't pull out the knife, you can only retreat; Tian Boguang retreated sharply, sat down in the chair and was kicked forward by him with one leg.

The sword light was gone, and no one could see how the sword light disappeared, and they saw the chair turn into two. Tian Boguang took more than ten steps back, retreated two feet, and finally found a chance to draw his knife.

The sword light was together, but the sword light stared at him again.

It's still that incredibly fast sword, or that terrifying sword light.

Tian Boguang wanted to parry, but he didn't know how to parry; I wanted to dodge, but I couldn't dodge; It is impossible to come up with a knife, he can only retreat again, seven steps in a row.

Finally there was a gap, and finally he went under the knife.

As soon as the single knife came out, the knife light filled the sky, and the knife slashed down like lightning.

This was the fastest knife he swung, and it was also the fastest of the Tempest Knife Technique, and he never missed this sword, but the knife had not yet fallen, and the sword had broken into the sword.

The knife could not be dropped, because it was against the throat.

Any sword, Tian Boguang's throat!

Now, the knife slowly lowered, fell to the ground, and pierced into the floor.

Tian Boguang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, he stared at the sword he disdained just now, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I, I have never seen such a fast sword!" ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Maybe I shouldn't kill you and let the great monk come to you." ”

Tian Boguang didn't understand, but he knew that he had survived, because the sword left his throat and was casually discarded on the ground.

"The grace of not killing, Tian Boguang remembers it in his heart, and whenever I see a Wudang disciple in the future, I should retreat." After saying that, he picked up a single knife, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the downtown after a while.

Yilin saw Tian Boguang running away, and just wanted to thank Arbitrary, but he was no longer on the second floor.

"Senior Sister Yilin, that one is already gone."

Yi Linqiao said with a little regret: "Is that big brother gone?" I still want to...... Yikes! No, no, I'm going to find my master and sister, they haven't seen me, so they must have died in a hurry. ”

Ling Hu Chong looked at this little nun who was a little dumbfounded, and felt funny, and suddenly became distracted when he saw the long sword on the ground again...... Those three swords really had a huge impact on him.

He had heard the name of the Wudang Holy Hand earlier, but he didn't expect it, but a Wudang disciple had such a brilliant swordsmanship, which made Hu Chong secretly wonder in his heart, could his master block that person's fast sword?

……

Leaving Huiyanlou, water droplets fell from the sky, and the rain came as soon as it was said, and the showers fell sharply.

The shower swept away the pedestrians on the street, but he was still wandering in the rain, and he was thinking about something...... The so-called language is not amazing, it is better not to say it; People are not happy, and they are dead.

Does he want to do whatever he wants?

Born as a disciple of Wudang, he has many constraints, but he only has twelve years to live, and he doesn't indulge in leisure, is he too sorry for the talent he was born with jealousy?

Suddenly, someone shouted and cursed, and it was faintly heard in the rain.

Wandering away at will, bypassing the street, and coming to an alley.

I saw that in the depths of the alley, a disciple of the Qingcheng faction kicked down a camel, and another disciple of the Qingcheng faction stabbed out with a sword, pressed against the chest of the camel, and said with a smile: "Turtle son run, if you tell me the secret of the evil sword spectrum at this moment, and then call me the grandfather of the Qingcheng faction three times, I Luo Renjie may spare your dog's life." ”

The camel looked very young, his face was muddy with rain, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood.

However, as the rain washed away, it made people see his appearance clearly, it was the young dart head of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, Lin Pingzhi.

looked at Lin Pingzhi arbitrarily, and Lin Pingzhi also saw him.

"Ren, Brother Ren, help me."

In just four days, the Fuwei dart game has been reduced to Si, and he sighed slightly and took a step.

But seeing the white-haired and blue-robed person, the two Qingcheng factions immediately trembled with fright.