Ding Ding!

A rapid exchange of soldiers.

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The broken green umbrella spun rapidly.

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

The rapidly rotating green sword umbrella threw out a rain of black swords, pushing up the dark clouds on the top of the hood.

With a fit of rage, the boy slammed into a dark cloud overhead, winning a moment of respite.

When the sword umbrella is worn out, 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 colored.

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!"

The red eyes were no longer calm, they were filled with endless anger, he was roaring, he had been silent for too long, 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 with a blood-stained demeanor cracked through the dense dark clouds, and the dazzling sky light fell, and the dark clouds were dispelled.

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 were torn into a thousand strands, and his nearly naked right arm was crisscrossed with countless sword wounds, long and short, deep and shallow, each bleeding.

Blood stained his sword-holding hand red, and the blood ran 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 of Moyan had a gloomy face, he stared at the young man for a while, laughed fiercely, and said, "Ram Chen, this time is your good luck, 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.

In the distance, the patriarch of the Ram Clan bowed his head silently, 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 Qingtian wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the old man was sad, watching the younger generation desperately bleed, but he could only stand by and watch, for the so-called overall situation, so many people in the Ram clan did not even have the courage to roar, and the Ram clan lost its blood!

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

The old man's distracted thoughts, his heart was sour, you didn't lose, but grandpa lost!

......

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 the little one's eyes were red from crying.

"Chen'er, uncle is useless!"

Zhuang Siye, who was a sword gall and a dealer in Qushui City, looked at his nephew's arm covered with sword marks at this moment, his eyes were moist, and self-blame and anger 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.

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 indiscriminately, and replied, "Young master...... Wait a minute...... 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, and there had never been 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 and skinless arm, and his face twitched with a toothache.

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.