("The Ritsu—"

"Ritsu-"

More than a dozen big men rode tall horses to the two carriages where Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin were, and pulled the reins to stop.

Looking at the fourteen strong men riding on the horse in front of him, the sharp light between Ling Qingyan's eyes flashed, and then his eyes were fixed on the big man in the middle.

"Everyone, I'm afraid it's also for a fortune, right?"

Yuwen Chenglin is also a person who has seen a big scene, and it is impossible to be frightened by these dozen people, so he couldn't help but directly reach out and take out a stack of silver tickets from his arms, "Here, it's 30,000 taels of silver tickets, and any money bank in the Chongwu Continent can exchange them at will." ”

Yuwen Chenglin is like this, not that he is weak.

Yuwen Chenglin also knows that although these bandits who lick the knife to live their lives, although they are all ruthless outlaws, they are all just ordinary level martial artists, and there are few masters. At this moment, he drank wine, chatted with Ling Qingyan comfortably, and thought of his sister again, he was in a good mood, and he didn't want to make a big fuss!

Thirty thousand taels, for Yuwen Chenglin, the third young master of the Yuwen family, it is just a drizzle, not worth mentioning! Yuwen Chenglin is just to exchange this money for a good mood.

It's just that Yuwen Chenglin thinks so, but it doesn't mean that these bandits accept it.

Sure enough, looking at the stack of silver tickets in Yuwen Chenglin's hand, the thirteen strong men behind the leader of the big man who were reading the novel [y][b][d][u] were all bright, obviously they rarely encountered such a "fat sheep"! For Yuwen Chenglin's words, they scoffed.

They have not seen weak people like Yuwen Chenglin, those people are all smart and take the initiative to hand over some of their money, thinking that they can save their lives.

"This boy, his brain is broken, kill him, and the money on him is not all ours?"

At this time, the thirteen strong men had only this thought in their minds.

However, although they coveted the silver ticket in Yuwen Chenglin's hand, these strong men had never made a move, and they were all waiting for their leader to give orders. They are a small group of the organization, the most elite existence in the organization, and they are not comparable to the average rabble.

"Is this the sword?" the leader of the big man, with a pair of eyes, stared at the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand with burning eyes.

From beginning to end, Dahan didn't look at Yuwen Chenglin at all, even if he took out a silver ticket of 30,000 taels.

As his gaze moved, seeing Ling Qingyan's still slightly immature face, the big man couldn't help frowning, "That butler's boy, said that the divine weapon was in the hands of a blue-level middle-level martial artist, and the blue-level middle-level martial artist in his mouth was the young man in front of him who looked to be only twenty years old?"

"Two warriors, an old man and a young girl...... Those two blue-level martial artists are talking about the two people in front of them? One looks like he is no more than twenty-two or three years old, and the other is a teenager who looks less than twenty years old, could they be blue-level martial artists?"

"Are there still two carriages in the back?"

His mind turned sharply, but a coldness crossed between the big man's eyes in an instant, and he would rather kill the mistake than let it go!

Besides, the two carriages in front of him are also fat sheep, and this rich boy will be 30,000 taels of silver tickets as soon as he makes a move, and I'm afraid he will carry no less than 100,000 yuan!

"Whew!"

The blue true power in the big man's right hand rose suddenly, and at the same time, the long knife on his waist was also lifted up by the infused true power, and the voice in his mouth was like thunder: "No one is left!"

Snort!

The thirteen strong men behind the big man, in the slightly surprised eyes of Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin, also raised the horse chopping knife, and the faint green mangs on the knife also skyrocketed!

These thirteen strong men, all of them are blue-level beginner-level martial artists!

Ling Qingyan, who had been prepared for a long time, converged with a strange light between his eyes, and the true power in his right hand skyrocketed, completely infused into the Netherworld Sword, and in an instant, the cyan light around the Netherworld Sword skyrocketed, extremely bright. And Yuwen Chenglin on the other carriage, the true power of the right hand holding the horsewhip also soared suddenly, and the horsewhip was stretched straight in an instant, and the light cyan light flashed in the middle.

"Blue Rank Beginner Martial Artist!"

"Blue-level mid-level martial artist!"

"That's right, it's them!"

The big man's eyes flashed brightly, full of scorching gaze, and instantly condensed on the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand, and his heart was excited, "That's right......! Divine Soldier! Divine Soldier!"

"Bang!"

Feeling the gaze of the big man staring at the long sword in his hand, Ling Qingyan's eyes froze, and the ** power between his legs suddenly exploded, and the whole person had already flown up, and the blue light of the nether long sword in his hand flashed, and he met the big man head-on.

Seeing this, the big man also instantly retracted his greedy gaze, the blue true power between his legs skyrocketed, and he flew up to meet Ling Qingyan in the air, and the long knife in his hand was also blue and skyrocketed, directly following an extremely strange trajectory, breaking towards Ling Qingyan's body in mid-air.

"Die!"

Although he didn't want to believe that Ling Qingyan could exert the strength of a blue-level martial artist through the long sword in his hand, the big man didn't dare to underestimate it at all, and as soon as he came up, he used the strongest strength he could explode.

Call!

Being in mid-air, Ling Qingyan leaned over extremely strangely, and the Netherworld Long Sword in his hand flashed with brilliant green rays, and also swung towards the big man's surging blue sword.

"Ding!"

With this momentum, Ling Qingyan's figure, like a fallen leaf blown by the breeze, retreated directly to the side, and after landing, it made the yellow sand land under his feet dusty.

"It's really the power of a blue-level martial artist!" Feeling the strength coming from between the knives, only a trace of his own strength was weakened, and a look of ecstasy appeared on the big man's face, and then his body borrowed his strength in mid-air, and swept towards Ling Qingyan's place again.

The big man didn't know that the power that Ling Qingyan had exerted before was only the power he wielded casually, but it was only two or three layers of his strongest strength!

On the other side, Yuwen Chenglin's gorgeous robe also moved with the wind, and his whole body shuttled under the siege of several strong men, and the horse whip mixed with cyan true power in his hand could always exert the strongest effect and resist the sword light swept by the surrounding strong men.

Everyone in the Yuwen family knows that the third young master of his family likes to be proficient in the eighteen kinds of martial arts since he was a child, and he is proficient in the eighteen changes of any weapon, and he has a deep understanding of each weapon.

The horsewhip mixed with cyan true power, under the wanton wave of Yuwen Chenglin, swept up bursts of fierce wind howls, and became a routine of its own.

For a while, several strong men around him couldn't take him.

On the other side, the big man who once again had a hard encounter with the Netherworld Long Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand became more and more shocked in his heart. At this time, he could already clearly feel that the power that the young man in front of him could burst through the long sword was not inferior to him at all!

Even, it's a little stronger!

However, the big man didn't have any intention of retreating at all, and his eyes staring at the Netherworld Sword in Ling Qingyan's hand became even brighter.

Divine Soldiers!

This is definitely a divine soldier!

"If I have this divine weapon, wouldn't my strength be able to directly rise to the level of a purple-level middle-level martial artist?!"

Feeling that Ling Qingyan's strength at this time was comparable to his, the big man directly thought that the long sword in Ling Qingyan's hand could increase the strength of a martial artist by an entire level, and the greed in his heart skyrocketed.

"Don't play anymore......"

Seeing that the big man didn't know whether he was alive or dead, entangled many times, and seemed to think that he was easy to bully, Ling Qingyan's gaze was also cold, and the true power infused into the Netherworld Long Sword was no longer reserved, and at the same time, the green tendons between his right hand and arm were also bursting out, and the physical strength comparable to a fifth-level demon beast completely burst out!

Previously, Ling Qingyan saw that this big man was a blue-level middle-level martial artist, but he was just curious, and he also limited his strength to the blue-level middle-level to fight with him! At this time, he completely lost his patience and fully used his strength.

Shout!

The brilliant cyan sword light made the surrounding air seem to be stagnant, and it directly swept towards the big man with an extremely simple sword move.

From beginning to end, in the battle with the Great Han, Ling Qingyan had never used the supreme sword technique "Heavenly Sword Nine Styles" in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and what he used in the battle was completely his own random sword moves and sword skills. In his eyes, the big man in front of him was not qualified to let him perform the Heavenly Sword Nine Style.

Seeing Ling Qingyan swinging his sword, the big man's face was also grim, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, and the horse slashing knife in his hand was mixed with the thick blue true power at the same time, and he greeted him-

"Ahh

"Bang!"

Bang!

Several desperate screams, accompanied by the continuous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, sounded strangely from behind the big man.

The moment the sword light mixed with the strongest true power in his hand swung out, the big man subconsciously turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw the situation behind him, his eyes were suddenly round, and there were bloodshots all over it!

There was an incredible look on that face.