Ding Ding!

The chaotic soldiers clashed, and they roared in a hurry.

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The broken bamboo umbrella rotates instantly, and it rotates at great speed.

The bamboo sword is turning, Tsing Yi is turning, and the sword and the person are rotating at the same time.

The fast-spinning green sword umbrella threw out a rain of swords that fell and lifted the dark clouds overhead.

The boy slammed into the cloud with a furious lash, and he won a moment of respite.

The sword umbrella is worn out, the bamboo sword is flying and stabbed, and it is a hundred swords in an instant.

The sword in the young man's hand quickly spread out a bamboo leaf, the tender green leaves, delicate, a hundred swords draw veins, a hundred swords are formed, and a hundred swords are filled.

Hundred Swords...... Hundred Swords...... Another hundred swords...... A hundred swords that have followed one after another......

Ram Chen frantically swung his sword, and a lifelike bamboo leaf unfolded, turned into a sharp blade, counterattacked, and the small bamboo leaf was about to break the sky.

The bamboo leaf turned into a flying blade, and a turquoise flying knife cut through the black mang, a leaf, flying higher and higher, the more urgent it became, and the bamboo sword and the green shadow pushing it behind were frantically forgetting the sword.

"Rush, rush, rush, rush me!"

His red eyes were no longer calm, they were filled with endless rage, and he was roaring.

The calm hand is no longer calm, it is trembling, it is burning, the blood of one hand is burning, the blood of the whole body is boiling.

The blood-stained sword stabbed out desperately, and the blood sword was clear, like a crazy blood-colored lightning, and the sword was ...... Out of the sword...... Out of the sword......

The young man sacrificed his sword with his own blood, he burned himself, and at all costs, he also wanted to fight a bloody path......

Rumble!

The bamboo leaves rushed into the dark clouds, the bamboo sword and the black sword confronted each other, a sword to the death, poured all of it, the dark clouds rolled, and the thunder sounded!

The green lightning burst through the dense dark clouds with a blood-stained demeanor, and the dazzling sky fell, and the dark clouds were expelled.

A blood-red bamboo leaf stung everyone's eyes.

The boy fell back to the earth, a little embarrassed, but after the embarrassment, it was more tragic, the anger in his eyes had not been extinguished, and his blood was still boiling.

The green bamboo sword, the blood stained red, the blood, dripping and flowing.

The red blood is the boy's own blood.

The sleeves of his coat had been cut into thousands of strands, and on his almost naked right arm, there were countless sword wounds, long and short, deep and shallow, and each wound was bleeding.

Blood stained his sword-holding hand red, and the blood flowed down his resolute and slender fingers into the bamboo sword......

In this regard, Ram Chen did not frown, he was looking up at the old man who stepped on the void, looking up at him, but he was not humble.

The black sword trembled, the old man of Moyan held the black sword and his hand was shaking, dripping black blood flowed down the black sword, the old man looked down at the young man, but he couldn't stand tall.

The old man Moyan had a gloomy face, he stared at the young man for a while, laughed fiercely, and said, "Ram Chen, you are lucky this time, but this is just the beginning...... You wait...... Waiting for ......"

Ram Chen looked at him calmly, and did not reply, he watched Mo Yan leave......

The young man lowered his head, a little surprised, he saw a lot of clansmen, little radish heads, teenagers, middle-aged people, and old people.

The people of the Ram Clan, who had the blood of the same ancestor as him, had red eyes, trembling lips, and many children and old people were already crying.

Ram Chen smiled at them and said, "I didn't lose!"

Tears broke down in an instant, and the descendants of the Ram clan heard a kind of pride from this hoarse voice and from these three short words, a kind of pride that would not admit defeat even if they shed dry blood.

"Young master!"

"Young master!"

"Young Master...... Woohoo......"

The old and the young salute each other with a sword salute, see the young master of their ram clan.

"Young master!"

The masters of the courtyards in the distance, the elders of the family, they bowed in unison.

No matter what happened before and what will happen in the future, but at this moment, they only have respect for this bloody young man, he is the young master of the Ram Clan.

The patriarch of the Ram Clan bowed his head in silence, and the two young men behind him bowed and saluted.

Ram Chen nodded to everyone, they all have the surname Ram, it is enough to remember this.

......

"Didn't lose!

Ram Bo Ancestor's beard trembled, but he was ashamed in his heart, "You didn't lose, but we lost, and the Ram clan lost." ”

"The young master of my Ram Clan, I didn't lose!"

The ancestor of the ram sunny day wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the old man was sad, watching the younger generation bleed desperately, but he could only stand by and watch, for the sake of the so-called overall situation.

There are so many people in the Ram Clan, but they don't even have the courage to roar and draw their swords against each other, and the Ram Clan has lost its blood!

"I didn't lose...... I didn't lose ......."

The old man's distracted thoughts, his heart sour.

......

Ram Chen turned around, there were too many pairs of concerned eyes behind him, even if he didn't have to look, he could feel it.

"Young Master...... Young Master ......"

The vultures sobbed and cried, and the little one's eyes were red from crying.

"Chen'er, uncle is useless!"

Zhuang Siye, who was a sword gall Qushui City Zhuang, looked at his nephew's arm covered with sword wounds at this moment, his eyes were moist, and self-blame and guilt filled his heart.

"Ram, how is the injury?" Chen Mo asked softly.

Liu Wanqian looked at him quietly, Zhan Tai Feiyun, Qin Niang...... Everyone looked at him, and everyone held their breath for an answer.

Ram Chen was moved in his heart, smiled slightly, and said, "The flesh injury is not a big deal!"

"That's good!"

"That's good!"

"It's okay!"

The tension disappeared in an instant.

"Young master, the ram has already gone to ask for a pharmacist. ”

Qiu Ju wiped her tears and said, she almost didn't dare to look at Ram Chen's scarred blood-red arm.

"Stop crying, it's time for breakfast, right?" asked Ram Chen.

Qiu Ju was stunned for a moment, wiped away the tears on her face, and replied, "I'...... I'm going to set the table!"

The fat girl ran out in embarrassment.

The boy was in front, and everyone followed, and everyone climbed the Tongque Platform together.

"Young master!"

More than 40 musicians gathered in the center of the stage saluted in unison, and everyone was concerned in their eyes.

Ram Chen smiled at everyone, "I'm fine." ”

He raised his left hand again, "Music and dance continue!"

"Yes. ”

Everyone said excitedly that they didn't expect the young master to respond to them, and many women cried because of this sentence of 'I'm fine'.

Ram Chen said to the people behind him: "Let's all sit down and have breakfast together." ”

After saying that, he climbed the steps, step by step, and walked to the main seat.

He wanted to be quiet and think about it.

Da-da-da-da!

Hurried footsteps sounded, and the ram Chang Geng pulled an old man in gray and walked in.

"Young master, the pharmacist is here!"

The ram ploughed and bowed, and the whole person was still gloomy.

"Old ...... Decaying ...... See...... I've seen the young master!"

The old pharmacist saluted tremblingly, it was not the first time he had seen a doctor for Gong Yangchen, but he had never had such pressure.

"Come up!"

"Yes!"

The old pharmacist carried the medicine box on his back and climbed the steps with a little staggering, and there were only twenty-seven steps, but he walked out of the sweat.

"Young master. ”

The ram nodded, stretched out his right hand, and the bloody breath hit his nose, and the old medicine man saw the scarred arm without a little skin, and the old man had a toothache and a chill.

Sooner or later, this young master of his own family will toss himself to death, and even if he doesn't die, he will be crippled, the old medicine master thought.