Jiang Ling slashed Si Shaobai into the depths of the Sand River with a sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sand river rushed, surging eastward, and Si Shaobai was swallowed in an instant, and since then, Si Shaobai has no trace, completely sinking to the bottom of the sand river, and never appeared again.

Only the snow trail sword was inserted on the riverbank, trembling back and forth, and making the sound of a sword, which seemed a little desolate.

A sword, alone on the ground, witnesses the end of its master, too sad.

Everyone looked shocked and speechless.

In Dongsheng Shenzhou, Si Shaobai is definitely a top handsome man, and the Annihilation Snow swordsmanship is even more super sword skills, famous in Shenzhou, but he was still defeated by Jiangling's sword, and Si Shaobai was even bombarded into the bottom of the Sand River, and his life and death are unknown.

Only the snow trail sword remained, stuck in the riverbank.

"Si Shaobai died tragically under the Jiangling sword...... This is absolutely shocking news, and it will surely spread all over China in the shortest possible time. ”

A young man said excitedly, Si Shaobai is not comparable to those ordinary people, he was defeated by Jiangling's sword, this matter is too big, enough to push Jiangling's fame to the top in the shortest possible time!

"One of the Eight Spirits, Si Shaobai...... Jiangling can be regarded as completely offending the Prince's Palace, and he will definitely be in trouble in the future. ”

"The key is the Snow Mountain Sword Sect. Someone added: "Si Shaobai is the second disciple of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, his identity is special, he dies, the Snow Mountain Sword Sect will never stand idly by......"

"The two are head-to-head, Jiangling defeated Si Shaobai in a dignified manner, everyone is watching, they can't be faked, the Snow Mountain Sword Sect is also a decent family, will they give up their face to find Jiangling's bad luck?"

"The older generation of strong people naturally won't, but those Snow Mountain disciples probably won't be able to sit still...... Hmm, it's mainly Jiang Nanting, in order to maintain the face of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, he is likely to take action in person!"

......

There was a lot of talking.

Si Shaobai was defeated and died tragically, it is not difficult to imagine that this matter will have a great impact, not only the Prince's Palace, but even the Snow Mountain Sword Sect will not give up.

Gangneung is in big trouble!

Everyone looked at Jiangling, their eyes were admiring, there were eccentricity, Jiangling knew the origin of Si Shaobai's identity, but he still shot ruthlessly, and slashed him with a sword, is this really conceited and detached, or is it arrogant who doesn't know the height of the sky?

Jiangling's face was calm, he put the sword back into the sheath, and at the same time reached out and grabbed it, and pulled out the snow sword inserted on the river bank, this is Si Shaobai's sword, and now that Si Shaobai has lost to him, the snow sword is a trophy, and it will naturally belong to him.

Jiang Ling didn't care about the Snow Trail Sword, although this sword was good, it could be called a divine blade, but it was too much worse than his Absolute Sword, he couldn't be tricked, he pulled out the Snow Trail Sword, just to collect the spoils, that's all.

Everyone looked at this scene, and they were all silent, but their eyes were very strange.

Jiang Ling naturally didn't bother to pay attention to these, he scanned everyone and looked for the person who had opened his mouth to help before, but in the end, to no avail, he gave up.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "I want to go east, how can I leave the ancient city of Huangsha as soon as possible?"

He had a hunch that the ancient city of Huangsha was not very peaceful, and he wanted to leave as soon as possible, and at the same time, it was also to chase down the thief king and determine the safety of Xiaolanling.

If you talk about the fastest and most time-saving one, it should be the spirit boat, but unfortunately he doesn't have a spirit boat, and the spirit boat is too precious, and he doesn't have enough spirit things to exchange, so he can only think of another way.

"If you go along the Sand River, you can go straight to the easternmost part and leave the ancient city of Huangsha. Someone said.

Jiang Ling glanced at the rushing sand river, his eyes flashed slightly, and he had a plan in his heart, he thanked him, and walked to the wine shop where he had been drinking before, and found the owner of the wine shop.

It was a middle-aged uncle, with a scruffy beard, dull eyes, very decadent, and vicissitudes, obviously a middle-aged man who was crushed by life, otherwise he would not have opened a dilapidated small wine shop on the bank of the Sand River and lived by selling some alcohol.

"I just killed Si Shaobai, do you want to go back and continue drinking?" Everyone looked at each other, some crying and laughing.

But to everyone's surprise, Jiang Ling walked to the wine shop, not to drink, but to hand the snow sword to Uncle Vicissitudes, and said: "This sword is not bad, just use it to offset the previous wine money, and-"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the small broken boat on the riverbank, and said, "And that small boat, what does the uncle think?"

He was very polite and was discussing with this vicissitudes of life.

Everyone was completely stunned, and they were all speechless, it was a snow trace sword, even in the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, it was one of the famous swords, but Jiang Ling actually planned to exchange it for a pot of old wine and a small broken boat!

Is he humiliating the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, or is he humiliating the Snow Trail Sword?

It's crazy!

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched, and they were speechless, if Si Shaobai was still alive, when he saw this scene, he would definitely vomit blood and die.

Jiang Ling didn't play his cards according to common sense, but the vicissitudes of life uncle seemed to be more interesting, he did not shy away from taking the snow trace sword, put it in his hand, and muttered: "Sell it, it should be able to change to a better ship, right?"

Everyone was depressed, how strong the previous battle was, didn't he know that this was Si Shaobai's snow trail sword?

"This old guy is so good at pretending to be garlic!" someone rolled his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed, "No! He can't be trying to lower the price, right?"

If this Snow Trail Sword can't be exchanged for a small broken boat and a pot of wine, the sword master of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect will be angry, it's too bullying!

"It should be fine. Jiang Ling nodded and said seriously: "I can probably change to a good ship." ”

Black lines appeared on everyone's foreheads.

Uncle Vicissitudes smiled, personally ran to help Jiangling untie the rope of the boat, and at the same time handed Jiangling a pot of wine, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I will give you an extra pot of wine." ”

Jiang Ling was stunned, he took the wine jug, smiled, and thanked him: "Uncle's wine is very good, next time I come to Huangsha Ancient City, I will definitely visit again." ”

"It's decided. Uncle Vicissitudes laughed.

Gangneung nodded, and then drove the boat to resist it with his strength, so that it could ride the wind and waves.

The water of the Sand River was rushing, the waves were strong and the wind was fierce, and then it was driven by Jiangling, and the force under his feet burst out of the sword qi, pushing the boat, making it like an arrow from the string, shooting away, and soon only a small black spot remained, gradually disappearing behind the waves.

The vicissitudes of life uncle stood on the shore, he looked at the distant Jiangling, the smile on his face gradually converged, his eyes became deep, and he said to himself: "A pot of old wine is enough to comfort the wind and dust, but I wonder if this pot of wine can compensate for the bleak wind and rain you have experienced in the past 20 years?"

His voice was low and subtle, like a whisper, and no one else heard him.

Soon, the profundity in his eyes disappeared, and the whole person became decadent again, and when he returned to the wine shop, he became the vicissitudes of life who relied on selling wine again.

It's all the same as it used to be.

It's just that unlike before, there is a sword stuck next to him at this moment. (To be continued.) )