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Xiao Yuling treats Liang Wenjing closer and closer day by day, Xiao Leng sees it in his eyes, and he is full of jealousy.

His affection for Xiao Yuling has passed the friendship of brother and sister, but because he is a stuffy gourd, he loves it in his heart, and he just can't say it in his mouth.

Xiao Leng was sulking in his heart, and from time to time he found trouble with Liang Wenjing, and asked him to do this and that.

Although Liang Wenjing's temperament is a little rotten, it is exactly what Xiao Yuling wants, and along the way, the two have become more and more intimate, making Xiao Leng more and more jealous, and constantly looking for trouble with Liang Wenjing.

Tossed all the way, and after more than ten days, I entered the middle of the river. I saw a fertile field for thousands of miles, the scenery is picturesque, and it really deserves the reputation of heaven.

On this day, I saw a group of officers and soldiers coming from the north, dressed in rags, and most of them were painted, and there were a few of them, and when they saw that the three horses were good, and the jade feather was beautiful, they had evil thoughts, and tried to rob, but before they got close, they lost their heads.

Xiao Leng didn't do anything, killing all the way over, Hairuo's knife was passing through, flesh and blood were flying, and corpses were everywhere. In a moment, more than 20 officers and soldiers were almost slaughtered by him, and only one was left alive.

In the distant rear, Li ruthlessly looked at the scene of flesh and blood flying in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, but he had no intention of making a move.

At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, in the rivers and lakes, in the people, you can feel the ultimate worry about the country and the people, heroic and tragic, but if you turn to see the government and officers and soldiers, you can definitely blow up your lungs.

The small court of Lin'an is no longer worth protecting, and Li Wuru will not pay too much price in order to protect the Southern Song Dynasty, at most within the scope of his ability, to make a certain amount of support.

Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, give up a body of injury, let go of a body of blood, what's the matter, Li ruthless just asks for a clear conscience.

From caution to martial arts, the pursuit of martial arts has no end, and on the chivalrous side, Li Wuru will definitely not be able to be like Guo Jing, who is martyred for the country and the people, and a city, he advocates freedom even more.

Perhaps it has been suppressed for a long time in the big net of reality, once he has the strength to break free from that big net, Li Wuru is unrestrained in his heart, and his yearning for freedom and ease of mind is particularly obvious.

Xiao Leng grabbed the man and asked, "Where are you from?" ”

The man had long been out of his soul, and he was in Xiao Leng's hands, a pile of softness, as if his whole body had no bones, listening to his question, he said tremblingly: "Little ...... Small from ...... Coming from the Sword Gate. ”

"Sword Gate? What happened to the Sword Gate? ”

Xiao Leng asked.

Zhang ...... Zhang He Jiang...... The general was taken by a ...... Tartar One ...... Shoot an arrow ...... Shoot to death, close ...... The middle group of dragons is none, and it is ...... Broken by Tartars. ”

The guy was already frightened, and he had to answer all the questions, and he couldn't stop talking, "Now...... The Mongol advance has reached Luzhou...... We're ...... Withdrawing to Hezhou......"

"King, I said it all, you let me go, I still have a wife at home......"

"Well, let him go."

Xiao Yuling saw him burst into tears, and suddenly felt compassion.

Xiao Leng smiled, lifted him up suddenly, and threw him out casually.

The force of the throw was incomparable, and the man hit a big tree impartially, and suddenly his brain was splashed, his neck bone was shattered, and he convulsed twice, and he couldn't see it alive.

Xiao sneered and said: "I am here to cooperate with the outside and help the emperor achieve great achievements, how can I let this person leak my whereabouts." ”

"You, you...... This madman! ”

Liang Wenjing looked at the corpses all over the ground, and suddenly his blood surged, and he couldn't help but shout: "He...... He's begging for mercy...... You ......"

Xiao Lengsen's cold gaze fell on Liang Wenjing, and he said gloomily: "You dare to talk to me like this? ”

Liang Wenjing was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "You...... Kill...... Kill those who beg for mercy...... It's just not right! ”

Xiao Leng's heart was full of anger, and he said hesitantly: "Hun boy, it seems that your injuries have really healed, okay, I'm also impatient, see how you walked through three knives under my Hairuo knife?" Get off the horse. ”

Liang Wenjing looked at Xiao Leng's cruel expression, and he was also afraid, but when he looked at the corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and said, "Yes, my injury has healed......

The words fell, and I saw a blue light tearing through the void, Liang Wenjing sat down and let out a mournful roar, and his limbs were broken at the root.

Falling down from the horse, seeing that his back was about to hit the ground, Liang Wenjing's right foot suddenly supported himself on the ground, and he rose suddenly, one turned over, his left foot fell to the ground, and another one was somersaulting.

Xiao Leng's eyes narrowed, and Hai Ruodao swung towards Liang Wenjing again with a piercing roar.

The second type of "Shura Destroying the World Knife" "Tsunami Landslide" is amazing, within two zhang, it is full of the phantom shadow of the sea knife, such as turbid waves, and like Mount Tai pressing the top, opening and closing, and rolling towards Liang Wenjing.

Liang Wenjing's mind was only condensed on the initial bit of sword light, no matter how violent he was, he was like a light boat, following Xiao Leng's blade, undulating. In an instant, he escaped from the endless knife momentum.

"Good!"

Xiao Yuling couldn't help but scream.

This sound fell in Xiao Leng's ears, but it seemed to have been hit by countless mouths, and he was extremely ashamed, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar, and the knife momentum changed, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

Hairuodao broke through the air, Liang Wenjing couldn't avoid it, and in the middle of the rotation, a palm slapped on the back of Hairuodao, making the blade deviate by an inch and pass through his armpit.

Xiao Leng's knife momentum continued, and with a turn of the blade, Liang Wenjing's foothold was unstable, and he fell from the air, fell with a blue nose and swollen face, and fell to the ground.

"You can block me in two moves, and you have beaten the group of wastes on the immortal crossing."

Xiao Leng had the chance to win, and said unhurriedly: "It's a pity ......" He shook his head, "You still can't stop my third knife." ”

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded on the official road, Xiao Leng frowned slightly, turned his head to look, and saw a dozen or so knights rushing over at a gallop.

"Hmph, trouble!"

Flames were beating in his eyes.

A dozen horsemen arrived, and reined in the horses for one man, a white-bearded, burly old man with a wide nose, his temples protruding high, and the hilt of a sword adorned with red tassels on his shoulders.

The old man is Liu Jincao of the Emei faction, known as the "Immortal Sword" in the rivers and lakes, and is a quasi-first-class master.

Liu Jincao saw the corpses of officers and soldiers everywhere, his expression was furious, he looked at the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "Who did this?" ”

Liang Wenjing saw that the group of people did not listen to the dissuasion and blindly approached, and couldn't help but be very anxious, and shouted: "Don't come forward." ”

"Why?"

The old man said: "Who killed the officers and soldiers on the ground?" ”

In his tone, he was very angry, and all the knights behind him also dismounted, drew their swords, stood in a semicircle, and glared angrily at the three of them, forcing them over.

Xiao Leng sneered slightly, his figure flashed, and he lost his trace, only to see a faint blue knife light, floating in mid-air, blood splashing, a brown-clothed young man's eyes bulged out, his body lost the support of life, and fell to the ground softly.