Originally, he thought that he would just be praised and it would be better to get some silver, but after handing over the messenger flying sword to the building chief, he watched the old man who was lazy and lazy on weekdays and didn't wake up flutter and jumped, and then pulled himself, crossed dozens of winding aisle bridges, and kicked away the magnificent high-rise building that he didn't even dare to look at on weekdays.

The wooden box boy who relied on delivering letters for a living was thrown at the door by the old man as soon as he entered the door, and as soon as he looked up, he saw more than a dozen eyes staring straight at him, and the frightened wooden box boy did not stand or walk, he could only keep his head down and stare at his toes and dare not make a sound.

As for the heart of the young man who was good with him, he scolded the eight generations of the young man, and after scolding, he only cared about praying to his eighteenth generation ancestors, for fear that he would not be able to leave this pavilion.

Soon seven or eight people came out together, surrounded him, and the wooden box boy looked up, those people were old and young, but after he saw the appearance clearly, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and a few people The wooden box boy had seen the building chiefs of various pavilions, and most of the people who could be side by side with them were the stewards of the Kenshin Division.

After figuring out the joints, the wooden box boy fluttered and knelt down directly, regardless of the three bangs of the three bangs of the thirty-seven twenty-one.

Seeing the appearance of the wooden box boy, some people couldn't help frowning, if there is anything to say, it's over, what is kowtow, isn't it a waste of time?

An old man standing in the middle took the initiative to ask, "Who has read this letter from where?"

Maybe the boy in the wooden box was so frightened that he couldn't say a word for a while.

The middle-aged people who watched it were even more upset, and they really wanted to slap this hard-working little bastard to death, and then search for their souls again.

The old man who was usually lazy was also rarely anxious, and hurriedly urged: "This is the director of our Sword Information Division, if you ask anything, you can say anything, and you are not allowed to hide it!"

When the young man in the wooden box heard this, he put down his already hanging heart a little, and hurriedly said, "It's the letter received by Brother Dog, and only I and that person have read the letter......

"Who's that?" The old man in the middle directly interrupted the words of the young man in the wooden box and asked sharply.

"That ......" The young man in the wooden box was about to cry in a hurry, and quickly went down with a few more bangs before he had the courage to continue, "I just met him a few days ago, and I don't know what his name is."

The director couldn't help frowning, and said to the old man beside him, "Since Yushan found this letter from your building, it's better for you to run again and bring that little guy with you."

The lazy old man who was called Yushan replied yes and hurriedly ran out.

The director handed over the ordinary flying sword to a middle-aged man beside him and ordered, "Just in case, if you hand over this flying sword to the guy on the top of the building to check it carefully, I will go over and write a reply, Demon Boy, you go and bring the fastest flying sword in our building......

After saying that, a group of people came in a hurry and dispersed in a hurry.

Soon news came over, saying that the blood of Master Chu on the flying sword was true. Before Yushan could bring the young man who had read the information of the flying sword, a snow-white flying sword had already been tied to a delicate wooden box and turned into a rainbow light and fled away quickly.

Seeing the flying sword go away, the old man who had dodged countless assassinations, pulled out thousands of plates, and really rolled out of the sea of corpses and blood was really relieved, and there were actually only twelve words on the letter:

"Master Chu is taboo

Second brother, I was chased and killed by the demon clan, save me quickly!"

In fact, the messenger of the third son of Chu Shi, who made a great name in Kunlun Ruins Xianzhou, is the second son of Chu Shi's family.

Chu Shi Batu, the word Yan Ming!

In addition to being the immortal commander who is in charge of one-third of the Chu family's troops, he is also the real master of this heroic city, and he is also the half-brother of Chu Shi's taboo.

And Chu Shibatu, who was supposed to be in Xiongcheng, had already led his guards across several states to the border of the Demon Land to meet his good brother half a year ago, but it seemed that God had made the two miss it. According to the latest spy report obtained by Xiongcheng, Master Chu

Batu doesn't seem to be able to wait for a long time for someone to take someone to the border of the demon clan.

It's really a pair of brothers who are chased and killed by the demon clan, and one who is blocked at the door of the demon clan.

Xiongcheng goes northwest for hundreds of millions of miles, and a pavilion is outside.

A man wearing a thick green shirt with his hands in his sleeves, a man with an exaggerated long sword without a sheath on his waist, and a strange-looking big black donkey behind him, just such a match, even if it is walking in a thousand strange places, the demons and monsters are still very tied on the royal road in front of the main gate of the demon capital.

"Get out of the way!" A giant who was more than thirty feet tall and had three bruises and three eyes roared loudly when he saw a man in Tsing Yi in front of him the size of a kitten and a dog and a donkey. I don't know if the man was deaf or what, but he didn't do anything about it.

Because most of them were in front of him, he couldn't kill people indiscriminately, and the three-eyed giant should have landed on the feet of the man in Tsing Yi and Confucian shirts, so he could only stagger it.

After overtaking the man and the donkey, the three-eyed giant turned around and spit out a mouthful of fishy thick phlegm before continuing to walk in the direction of Dadu.

Regarding the thick phlegm that can be called a small puddle, the man in the green shirt just spared the past and didn't say anything.

According to this, in a small pavilion only a dozen meters away, a slender and elegant figure, and a man in white who was even more beautiful than women, looked at the book in his hand and turned a page lightly. Behind him, a handsome man in white, who was also dressed in white, disappeared in an instant.

In the next second, the long sword in the man's hand was already against the three-eyed giant's throat, and the tip of the sword was no more than an inch from his throat. And this long sword, which was supposed to pierce the throat of the three-eyed giant, was blocked with one finger because of the boredom of the sword, and it could not advance a bit.

The two of them stood on the shoulders of the Three-Eyed Giant and confronted each other, and the Three-Eyed Giant could only stand there in a daze, not daring to move.

The man in white, who was still reading in the pavilion, put down the book in his hand, turned his head to look at the man in green clothes who was blocking his guard's sword, and smiled.

The white-clothed guard withdrew his sword, glanced at the man in the Tsing Yi Confucian shirt with an expressionless face, and returned to the pavilion in the next second, just waiting for him to stop his body, but found that the man in the Tsing Yi Confucian shirt was already sitting opposite his son, and couldn't help but gasp, his speed can almost be described as exaggerated, this guy is actually faster than himself. .

The man in the green shirt looked at the deep eyes of the man in white that were as dark as night and asked, "Why did you kill him?"

"He's in the way of Mr. Swordcat."

The sword cat didn't care about the exposure of his identity, but continued, "This is not a reason."

The man in white slowly closed the book on the stone table and said, "Sir doesn't care about it's Mr.'s business, if he doesn't die, it's that Xuanjun doesn't know how to count."

Before the words fell, the huge body that had been running hundreds of meters suddenly collapsed, and a huge head rolled and rolled.