Hang Yong followed behind the master and uncle, and slowly groped towards the front, this is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and the words that have been passed down for hundreds of years, naturally there is no fake, but he has no leisure to enjoy the scenery.

The muscles all over his body were tense, and the sweat in the palm of his right hand holding the sword was dry and dry, and it was already slippery.

Their Liujian Sect was just an unknown small sect on Jiangnan Road.

Back then, the gang leader was outside the rivers and lakes, and he came over in life and death, learned a body of martial arts, and once begged under the Tianshan Mountains for several years, and learned a Tianshan swordsmanship from a master.

However, it is only a superficial swordsmanship on the Tianshan Mountain, and in the eyes of ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, it is already a multiplicative method.

At that time, the head of the Liujian faction relied on this swordsmanship to make a name for himself in several county towns, and when people reached middle age, they successfully opened the door and established a sect and recruited a wide range of disciples by virtue of their rising reputation.

After that, it was more than ten years, and originally in the county near the sect, the disciples of the Liujian faction were already quite prestigious, but this time they were semi-forced to participate in this encirclement and suppression, and it was difficult to be at peace in their hearts.

said that it was encirclement and suppression, but they actually knew very well in their hearts that they and the others were definitely not opponents, but they were lucky in their hearts, and when they agreed, they never thought that their names would be drawn.

Among the thirteen families of Jiangnan Province, although the Wen family is based on the court and is not known for its military strength, it is not comparable to the small sects.

In the case of leading people to kill the head of the Wen family, he was able to rush out of the Wen family, and he went all the way in the mountains and forests for almost two months without revealing his whereabouts, this kind of opponent was obviously not prepared for them.

He didn't want to come.

It's a pity that there are many things on the rivers and lakes that he can't do if he doesn't want to.

The Liu Jian faction has a group of more than 20 people, with the same steps under their feet, holding long swords, each other is horns, and the young man who is protected in the middle has a delicate bamboo tube-shaped mechanism around his waist, as long as he pulls it down, he can raise the heavenly fire, and it is clearly visible in a radius of dozens of miles.

When the time comes, it is natural that there will be real masters who will come to their aid.

But in Hang Yong's heart, he already felt that even if there was help from the master, it would be too late nine times out of ten, and when the master arrived, he didn't know that the head on his neck was still there.

Hang Yong swallowed.

Probably gone......

The right hand subconsciously clenched the long sword, and a bright yellow sword spike hung down from the hilt, thinking of the relatives at home, his heart warmed a little, and he was full of weakness and sadness.

There was a commotion in the grass in front of him, and the nerves of more than twenty people of the Liu Jian Sect instantly tensed, and the middle-aged man led by him held a sword and scolded loudly.

The young man who was protected by everyone in the middle had already grabbed the bamboo tube, pulled the lead with his left hand, his eyes widened, and there was a faint horror in it, just waiting for the situation to be determined, and immediately pulled out the lead, so that those masters could arrive quickly.

The biggest and weakest luck in my heart is that I hope that after the other party sees the heavenly fire rising into the sky, he can retreat from the difficulties and not fight with them.

The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, and the murderous aura was like a torrent rushing under the surface of the water, and it did not disappear for a moment, but the water was still calm.

In the past, there was about a cup of tea, and Hang Yong's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Suddenly, I heard a very subtle voice, my heart trembled, and the next moment, the fellow who was holding the Heavenly Fire Mechanism in the middle covered his palm and screamed, and the mechanism in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Like a frightened bird, the sound of swords trembling is endless.

Lan Hongyi and his fellow cultivators were still dozens of meters away from the martial artists of the Willow Sword Sect, their expressions were calm, they chose the right angle to approach, and they were silent as they went.

When there were only thirty meters left, the old man of the Shenwu Mansion led by him raised his right hand, and everyone's footsteps stopped abruptly, and then the palm that was a little old but still powerful made a steady downward splitting motion.

Lan Hongyi's expression condensed slightly, swallowed the pill, waited until the medicinal power dissolved, took a deep breath, and ran the light body exercise with all his strength. Completely gave up the soaring and recuperation, and with such a sacrifice, the explosive power in a short time and short distance was raised to the current limit.

Step by step.

After seven steps, the speed of the body was already so fast that even they were a little difficult to control.

The standard waist knife in the hand is held obliquely.

Hold the knife in your right hand, and the green tendons on your palm will burst out, and control the direction.

The blade groaned.

The rattle sounded almost simultaneously in all directions.

There were five people in each direction, a total of twenty people, and the bearer seemed to rush into battle to seek death, crashing through the dense mountain forest, and instantly came into contact with the people of the Liu Jian Sect.

Ordinary martial artists have more than 30% of their remaining strength when they display their skills, all because of the fierce fighting in the rivers and lakes, and they must consider the back road at every step, and they can't just care about bravery.

This is not the case in the army.

Lan Hongyi still remembers the first thing he was told when he joined, that is, to believe in his companions, to be the arrow, to go all out, and to hand over his back to Tong Ze.

Since you are rushing into battle, you must give full play to the limits at this time.

There is death and there is no life.

The Qingtao riders in the four directions were like four incomparably sharp Mo knives, tearing apart the formation of the people of the Liu Jian Sect who cared for each other in an instant.

Lao Lu watched silently in the air.

Blood blooms in the woodlands.

There was a loud crack, and the right feet of the twenty people stomped heavily on the ground.

The friction of the battle armor made a solemn sound, and the rapid sudden stop brought the oppressive force on the muscles and internal organs, but it was borne by Qingtao's horse expressionlessly, and the air wave brought by the rapid gallop had not yet dissipated, and he immediately turned around with a knife.

It seems that suddenly there is a cold plum blooming.

Twenty Sen Han's waist blades rotated with each other, which could not only protect the backs of their companions, but also attack and kill their opponents, and in just an instant, four or five Liu Jian Sect warriors fell directly to the ground.

Lan Hongyi silently recited the direction of the gossip in his heart, then took a step forward with a knife gesture, and then, like a machine, according to the movements that he was almost familiar with when he was training, he slashed again.

Twenty people made corresponding movements, and the formation changed again.

The sword light is like a glacier, slanting down from the top of the mountains and rivers.

It's like a Mojia mechanism, every gear of the mechanism just runs like a machine, and when combined, it is the world's first-class siege weapon, and the blocker is invincible.

Hang Yong only felt that three sword lights were attacking him in an instant, and before he could raise the long sword in his hand, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his body, and his arm and lower abdomen had already suffered a knife wound.

The next moment, several knife marks were added to his body, and blood was dripping with blood.

And the sword light in front of him did not stop at all, like a wave, surging again.

It's endless.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he became a bloody man, screaming angrily and slashing out the long sword that had poured everything out, only to be collided by several long knives in succession, unloading all his power.

Hang Yong's last consciousness heard his master's desperate scream, back then, single-handedly, with the sword in his hand to keep fighting, there were not hundreds of lives under the sword, there were also dozens of ruthless swordsmen, as if they were forced to a desperate beast, shouted angrily:

"We surrender!"

"I know who's going to deal with you...... We surrender! ”

With a short and powerful stop, like a wave of anger, one after another, the sword light that seemed to never stop suddenly stopped, cold like water, dazzling.

The wind from the swing of the blade blew over the blade.

The sound of the knife is clear and continuous.

Hang Yong's heart was relieved, the last consciousness disappeared, and the stinging pain in his body could no longer bear it, as if a mountain flood erupted, he was directly unconscious, and fell heavily to the ground.

The blades are retracted in unison.

It seems that the blue waves are endless.

……………………

The thirteen counties of Jiangnan Province are mostly famous for the big rivers and rivers in the world, the famous mountains are mostly handsome and elegant in comparison, and there are few majestic, Zhenjiang goes to the north of the hundred miles, but there is a famous Xiongqi mountain range that moves the world, standing on the north bank of the river.

More than 1,000 years ago, the previous generation of Emperor Wu had personally inscribed on this mountain 'the first country in the world' six characters, and then there was a Confucian great Confucian copy to write the stone, the handwriting stretches for thousands of years, and it is still clearly visible.

There is a pavilion named Lingyun in the back mountain, Lingyun Tian, the meaning of the dragon and phoenix set, Jiangnan Dao has many scholars to talk about, celebrities and scholars have the same name, naturally to find a place with sufficient weight, Lingyun Pavilion behind Yonggu Mountain is more or less a place to go.

Every year in March and September, two Qing Tan conferences, all over the Jiangnan Province celebrities, talk high, the vision is very high, not to say that it is ordinary people, even if it is a low rank in the scholars, they are not qualified to sit down, and it is a grand talk for a while.

In Pingsu, this Lingyun Pavilion is also a place where only high-ranking officials and nobles can come up to enjoy the scenery, and it is rare to see some scholars in cloth clothes. From time to time, there are some beautiful and plump, beautiful women from the family who pointed to a certain corner, such as a few family treasures to say that this was once the place where the famous man in the feather coat was, and how chic it was to guide the country at that time.

There is a mountain stone on the mountain stretching out of the cliff several zhang, as if there is a cactus stretching out the palm, there is a pavilion built on it, it has been hundreds of years of wind and rain, the world is rich and noble, the prince will not know how many times to turn upside down, but the mountain pavilion here has never changed.

A plain-clothed man stood in the middle of this mountain pavilion, his right hand resting on the railing, looking into the distance, and on the left was waiting for a man who looked thin and looked like a walking corpse, with a yin qi on his body like an ancient corpse buried in the ground for 800 years.

On the right is a tall and burly man, his lips are pursed, and his eyes are squinted with a bit of arrogance.

The long sword in his hand was never unsheathed, and the sword intent only oscillated in the sheath.

But seeing that this man was tall, standing there was like a good sword out of the sheath, and even with this mountain pavilion, even with this big mountain rock stretched out, it was like a heavy and thick long sword.

I don't know that there are tens of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of warriors in the world who use swords as weapons, but it can be said that those who can practice a sword to this realm can't count too many names in three generations.

This must already be a famous swordsman on the sword list.

The man who was surrounded by the two people on the left and right watched several white cranes flutter their wings and soar into the sky, retracted his gaze, and muttered:

"Wang Tiance's son has been in the mountain for almost two months, but he still hasn't been able to find his traces, with a full 300 people, and he can still do this, he can really hide."

The man next to him, who looked like an ancient corpse, touched his beard and laughed.

This was originally a smile with a little flattery and flattery, but because of his face, there was always a bit of weirdness and a bit of coldness, and he seemed to know that his smile was not as good as the human eye, he only laughed twice, then suppressed his laughter, and said:

"I can't hide from a month."

"Send those warriors today, if they make a move, they will naturally expose the news, if they don't shoot, although this stretch of mountains and rivers seems to be vast and boundless, but there is always an end, and then it will be like catching a turtle in an urn, and it will naturally be captured."

The tall swordsman next to him lifted his eyelids slightly, and sneered:

"When the time comes, don't catch a turtle in an urn, but become a tiger out of the box."

The man's gaze as if he was like an ancient corpse fell on the swordsman and said, "Yan Daxia, what do you mean by this?" This plan, the lord also agreed, didn't Yan Daxia think it was inappropriate? ”

"If you really feel that something is wrong, why not say it earlier? It's always weird on the side, but it's not like the swordsman style you said. ”

The swordsman surnamed Yan sneered and said nothing.

The leader waved his hand, stopped the fight between the two guests, and said softly: "The two of you don't have to argue, I agree to this matter, and if there is any danger, it will naturally be borne by the next force, and the two will not be blamed." ”

The thin man stopped.

The swordsman surnamed Yan didn't dare to say a word in a deep voice, his voice paused slightly, as if he felt that his mouth was a little stiff like this, and he said again:

"This matter is only Mr. Zheng's head, and there is nothing to say."

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the rolling mountains that barely saw the borders, and said softly:

"This matter is somewhat reckless, it's just such a good opportunity, I don't know if I can meet it a second time in my life, I originally planned to be able to solve it as soon as possible, but I never thought of being dragged to this time."

"There's no way to hide this news anymore."

"In a few days, I don't know which general of the Shenwu Mansion will appear, if it is an ordinary fighting general's camp, it will be fine, just kill, but if it is abandoned, I am afraid I can only retreat."

The swordsman surnamed Yan had a surge of thoughts in his heart.

He was also born in Southern Xinjiang, a man in Southern Xinjiang, who became famous when he was young and went to kill people for his teacher.

At this time, the thought that the person he respected as a child might become his opponent could not help but boil for a while.

The thin man next to him had a dark light in his eyes.

Gangnam Province.

He muttered under his breath.

Not even to Gangnam. The direction of the entire rivers and lakes may completely change because of this one thing.

The rivers and lakes are not as good as the court, and the court is intrigued, and the height is judged by the origin.

Most of the people on the rivers and lakes claim to be heroic and brave, and if they can kill the Shenwu Mansion, they will naturally completely offend the Great Qin Dynasty, and even if they leave the army, they can be regarded as one of the few powerful Thunder Dao Grandmasters in the world who have abandoned the Dao world to chase and kill.

Although the man he temporarily sheltered in had also entered the grandmaster in martial arts, and he was regarded as a heroic man on the rivers and lakes, he did not have the slightest advantage in the abandonment of the way of the previous year, who had killed five grandmasters in the battle formation that year, and even led the army to kill the great grandmaster Che Yulong of the Yasukuni with his own hands.

When a martial artist reaches the realm of the grandmaster, the fight is not simply about internal strength and realm.

For example, a battlefield master like Liqi Dao, who had fought hard in the troubled times, even if there were no ten thousand armies behind him, his evil aura was enough to oppress the opponent and make it difficult for him to exert all his strength.

Fortunately, he left Daqin.

Otherwise, as long as he thought that the martial general with the number one martial arts in Great Qin was holding that Great Qin Zhenyue, which was ranked seventeenth on the Divine Weapon List, he almost trembled.

Even if it is a grandmaster, facing a master of the same level who has killed more than one grandmaster, his innate momentum will be three points weaker, not to mention that the Thunder Dao martial arts is the number one in the world.

Back then, when he abandoned the Dao under the ancestral court of the Daomen, he defeated the Daomen Grandmaster again and again, and almost forced the Daomen Taishang to go out of the mountain, almost making the entire rivers and lakes boil.

If they really provoke the desert to chase and kill, they can only hide everywhere.

But even so, he also felt that it was quite worth it, even though the renunciation path was powerful, but the world was so big, if there was a heart to hide, there would always be a way, and the renunciation dao was already old, and he didn't know how many dark injuries he suffered when he fought on the battlefield.

In a maximum of one or two decades, this once invincible fierce general on the battlefield will be ill, and at that time, the fame and benefits brought by the killing of the Shenwu Mansion will gradually become apparent.

At that time, even in the eyes of everyone in the rivers and lakes, the people of the Six Kingdoms would regard themselves and others as guests, and start a bigger foundation again, almost with a gesture, it was easy.

With 20 years of lurking, in exchange for entering the magnates of the Six Kingdoms, in exchange for the extension of children and grandchildren, and becoming a family with one person.

This kind of business has been rare for thousands of years, all of them are stepping on the shoulders of the heroes of the troubled times, and the shoulders of the emperor will climb up, and when encountering such a big opportunity, there are even fewer who have the courage to give it their whole body.

The thin man put his hands on his sleeves and narrowed his eyes.

A month ago, there was a vision of a heavenly fire burning clouds, which caused the people who were fortunate enough to see this scene nearby to be sincerely frightened, and bowed down to worship, thinking that it was the manifestation of the gods of the Taoist Gate and raining down the heavenly fire to remove the filth.

Everyone recites Taoist scriptures at home, sticks yellow charms on the door, and calls the Taoist proverbs when they enter and exit, as if since that day, everyone is the disciple and grandson of the Taoist immortals, but not far from this mountain is not far from a Taoist temple in the slightest reaction is not enough.

Three incense sticks in the morning and evening every day.

A little Taoist boy cleans up breakfast and dinner every day, and a Taoist girl who looks like she is in her twenties does not chant or meditate every day, but just sits on a stone and stares blankly at the stream flowing next to her.

Dao Gu held a branch in his hand, and a white thread hung from the branch, which hung down to the surface of the water, and the little Dao Tong seemed to finally look a little bored, and muttered:

"Master...... What exactly are you doing? ”

Dao Gu replied to him seriously: "Catch fish." ”

Dao Tong sighed helplessly and said:

"Master, you have to bait and hook to catch fish, you can't catch fish at all if you do this."

"And the last old man who pretended to be like this was an old man two or three thousand years ago, and now even the little kid in the village who wears open crotch pants knows about the bait, and it's useless for you to pretend to be popular like this."

Several breaths of time passed, and the Dao Gu came back to her senses and said:

"I'm not like him."

"I'm a god."

Dao Tong rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, yes, whatever you say is what it is, if you are an immortal, then you are an immortal." Then he looked at the sky, patted his butt and returned to the Taoist temple, grabbed a handful of incense in his hand, and muttered:

"Say that you are a fairy, you have the ability to make three incense sticks every morning and evening like these pottery statues in the view, eat more than anyone else at every meal, sleep heavier than a pig, and have the face to say that you are a fairy......"

"But it's better not to be an immortal, every day I just sit in the Taoist temple, cold, and I don't let me speak, it's not interesting at all."

Grunted twice, looked at those majestic pottery statues, lit a handful of incense and inserted it in the incense burner, waved his hand, and said:

"Today you better divide it among yourselves."

On the bluestone outside the Taoist temple.

Dao Gu, who was said by her own apprentice to be outdated, sat still, looking at the branches that could barely be called fishing rods, and the white line hanging down continued to sink into the shallow stream, and then continued to spread downward.

With the naked eye, a few inches, a dozen inches, a few zhang, a dozen zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang.

The momentum is in line with the sky, but it hangs down.

There are thirty-three Forbidden Heavens.

There are ninety-nine netherworlds below.

Dao Gu sat upright in the world and fished with a rod.

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