Two swords in one.

A sword scattered.

Two people, looking at each other, one with a spiritual wound and one with a sword.

"I'm going to kill you...... I'm going to kill you......"

He was crazy, looking at the void sword that was broken in half, he was really crazy, at least at the moment.

The young man's green robe was stained with blood, and he was covered with sword marks, fine and dense, all of which were sword wounds, and how could the sword spirit be undamaged.

"Little Dragon!"

The young man was in high spirits, raised his head and shouted, like an eagle striking the sky.

"Groan!"

The dragon groaned, and a sword light shot out from the house, and it came.

"Can I borrow your sword qi?" the young man looked back and smiled lightly.

"Good. Bai Yi nodded, raised his legs and jumped out of the bronze bird platform.

"Son!" the fat man stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, but he couldn't stop it.

The dragon starts, its voice is pleasant, the slender hand holds the sword, and the white gas is poured in.

"Innate sword qi!" the woman in white changed slightly, and whispered in a daze.

"Kill you...... Kill you......" He was full of grief and indignation, and his mind was lost, he didn't care about it, he just wanted to kill, kill people! The old man Mo Fei held a long sword and went straight to the young man.

After decades of sword qi quenching, Fang Cheng became a sword, and today it is ruined!

"Mo Lao, no!"

"Mo Lao, be careful!"

This is more auspicious and less auspicious, and it is useless to send him to death, but the old man can't listen to anything, he is bent on killing, he is bent on revenge, killing people for revenge, for himself and his soul.

The cuttlefish roars for a long time, and the ink sword is rolling, like the ink river, the big fish travels through, and the fish wants to swallow people.

The famous sword is benevolent and righteous, knows the hearts of the people, shares the sorrow with the master, and the anger with the master, it wants to kill the enemy, break the enemy's corpse in ten thousand pieces, and use the sword spirit.

"Go!"

The young man raised his hand indifferently, his bloody fingers pointed forward, the dragon turned into a shape, the blue dragon coiled the sword, the water and gas were swirling, the white clouds were surrounded, the dragon was groaning, and the long sword was flying.

Zheng!

The famous sword was sad, divided into two sections, the head flew up, and a cavity of blood went straight to the sky, and the blood mist was filled.

Bang!

The headless corpse is planted, the sword is broken, and the dragon returns.

"Vulture, catch the sword!"

"Yes!"

The dragon flew into the Tongque Terrace, and the boy held a sword.

The boy turned, lifted lightly, and came again.

Dead!

Voiceless!

The platform is nine steps high, and the third level is still the front foot of the left foot and the back of the right foot.

"Ram Chen, do you know who you killed?"

Someone behind him asked angrily.

The boy looked back and replied with a smile, "What if he kills me...... Do you have that question?"

The boy turned around, did not wait for an answer, and continued on stage, without asking, each other knew the answer.

He ...... He is the patriarch of the Mo family in the Seventh Rank Mo Sword City, and he will enter the Ninth Grade, you ...... You know you've caused a terrible disaster for your family!"

"You are the patriarch...... And my father. ”

The young man has not returned, whether as a patriarch or as a father, this matter should be borne by him.

Hehe, who is here to provoke whom, does he still have to stretch his neck and wait for death.

The boy once again ascended the bronze bird platform, this time, like the triumphant return of the hero, the battle feats are great, and the light is brilliant, at least in the three pairs of eyes, he is!

"Playing music!"

The vultures shouted, the little guy had tears in his eyes, and he was ecstatic, how could he be unhappy at this time!!

The bells and drums are ringing in unison, the guqin is ringing, and the music is up, it is the ram's "Ram Spring and Autumn Fu", its sound is emperor, its voice is dignified, its law is sensen, Weijia mountains and seas, and the power shocks all directions.

Under the great joy, everyone was solemn, and the young man lowered his hand and climbed the high platform again, like a king coming, step by step, step by step.

The young man sat down, enjoying the music wholeheartedly, this situation and this scene, and there is good music, it is really rare, and the young man is refreshed.

Kill one person and enjoy yourself! Why not?

At the end of the fun, the young man raised his hand and chuckled: "Reward!"

The sword-wielding boy stepped forward and shouted, "Reward!"

"Thank you, young master!"

"The young master is mighty!"

The musicians opened their mouths to compliment, they didn't recognize any nine products, they only recognized the master and the reward.

Under the bronze bird stage, the head of the Ram clan, Ram Hui, was ashamed and indignant, but he was panicked.

Murphy died, he died in the Ram, he died in front of him, and it was his son who killed him, and as the evil obstacle said, he had to carry this pot, and he had to carry it.

Zhan Taigongzi looked at the old man Mo Fei and the cuttlefish that were broken in two in a distracted manner, and he was afraid and lucky.

I was so close to death!

Why didn't he kill me?

Don't...... Is it because I'm good-looking?

The narcissistic Zhan Tai Ruoyun Gongzi is a little misguided, and he doesn't want to think that a person who almost let him go when he meets will care about his appearance.

The gray-clothed guard, the ram clansman, the woman in white, the green maid, all the spectators, are still a little confused, they really beheaded, they killed people, and they were clean.

But because it is so clean, no one can accept such a result.

A quasi-nine-rank master died at the hands of a spirit disciple, although the spirit disciple used the dragon to kill the spirit first, and the dragon has a master.

Killed, really killed, a giant was cut off by a child, how did he reach it, and where did he get the strength, they will not understand, and may never understand.

The medicine boss in the room laughed three times, and his beard cocked, good!

Pharmacist Sun, who was weighing medicinal herbs, raised his head in confusion, was glared at by the old man, and hurriedly put his heart to work.

Tongque Terrace.

One by one, the bamboo curtain fell, and the light yarn closed.

One by one, the singers and dancers stretched their delicate bodies with bamboo canes in their hands, and they were so beautiful that they picked up bamboo curtains.

Twenty-eight gates, fifty-six fell.

Everyone outside the door regretted that they couldn't see it.

The woman in white, the green maid, is gone.

No matter how good the drama is, there will always be an end.

The bamboo curtain fell, and the hall darkened.

The hearts of the guests were raised, and the six of them all cautiously lifted their hearts, Lao Chen trembled, leaning against the wall, he didn't dare to leave just now, and now he can't go.

The song and dance exited, and the tranquility after the noise was even more rare.

So the young man's mood was a little better, and he smiled lightly, "Wutong, pour wine!"

"Yes. ”

The boy carried the pot, the silver thread fell into the cup, and the young man of the Ram clan lowered his head and took a sip very comfortably, beautiful.

"Huh...... ...... ......"

Three sips drank a cup, and the beautiful sound echoed in the main hall.

The vultures smiled and hurriedly stepped forward to refill the glass.

Ram Chen bowed his head and drank.

Three glasses of wine.

The face is slightly red, and the meaning is slightly smoky.

"Qiu Ju, which one sells fake soft-shelled turtles, and is it not them who still beat people?"

Ram Chen suddenly spoke, and pointed at his bloody fingers.

The soul of the rich man and his son is gone.

"The villain is guilty! The villain is guilty!"

Ram Chen smiled and shook his head, the soul of the rich armor man was frightened, this means that there is no hope?

"How old is your son?"

"II...... Twenty-three?"

"How old are you, Wutong?" said Ram Chen, turning back.

"I'll be seven years old after the New Year. ”

Ram Chen looked at the blood-clothed man again and asked, "Chang Geng, how old are you?"

"Back to the young master, the subordinate thirty-six. ”

Ram Chen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Chang Plough, you will pull the small one out and beat it." ”

"Yes. ”

The ram Changgeng smiled coldly and walked over, he was angry and had nowhere to vent.

The young man was dragged out like a dead dog, and the rich man fell to his knees and shivered.

"How can you fake what you eat?"

"Damn the villain, damn the villain!"

Ram Chen shook his head, "It's not enough to die, you can't open a restaurant anymore, and I won't allow it in Ram City." ”

The rich man is weak, like a convicted criminal, suffering from gains and losses.

"Get out!"

Ram Chen waved his hand, he didn't want to do anything to them, but he thought that what he ate might be fake, so he wanted to teach these bad restaurant owners a lesson.

This is related to the quality of his diet in the future, and he will naturally not be soft.

The rich man staggered out.

Silence returned to the temple.

"Third uncle!"

Ram Huang's heart tightened.