"This trick is really a fairy hand......"

"Yes, the little chess saint of Beiliang, it really lives up to its name......"

……

Not long after the night terror hall left, the chess game of Longyinlou continued, and two stunning beauties with their own merits sat opposite each other in front of the chess table.

And in the window of a private room on the second floor, the hanging bead curtain was squeezed open, and a fluffy white head poked out, tilted his head to look curiously, and greeted the fat-headed dragon and the lame sister below, but unfortunately the two were in full swing, and they didn't pay attention.

In the private room, the Queen Mother dressed up as a noble lady, sat next to the chess table, with a chess game in front of her, and was also seriously pondering the chess path of the two sides, Hongyu sat in front of her and discussed with the Queen Mother.

But the Empress Dowager's chess strength obviously can't keep up with the rhythm of the two national players, and the red jade is even more stinky chess basket, and she really can't see the result, so the Empress Dowager looked at the opposite side:

"Shui'er, which of the two do you think has the greater advantage?"

On the opposite side of the chess case, Xuanji Zhenren leaned against the window, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and drank a red cheek, licking his red lips from time to time, and he didn't know what he remembered.

Hearing the inquiry, Xuanji Zhenren came back to her senses, glanced down, first looked at her apprentice Qing Chulan's grandmother, and then looked at Miss Hua, who was similar to her, and said:

"Naturally, it's a separation, the advantage is so obvious, can't you see it?"

The Queen Mother stared at the chessboard, and really didn't see any advantage in leaving people, but Shui'er was an emperor and played chess very well, so she couldn't refute it, so she nodded thoughtfully:

"Hongu thinks so too......"

……

The two of them chatted for a while, and the bird in the window suddenly looked up, and then flew out with a smoke.

Boom~

Xuanji Zhenren was a little puzzled, opened the bead curtain and looked, but saw that the bird flew into the top Lanzhuxuan, and after a while, it came out of it and landed on the windowsill, with wings pointing to the back of Longyin Tower:

"Twitter......"

After being with Bird Bird for so long, Xuanji Real Person can also understand the general meaning of Bird Bird through body language - let her go to the backstreet to have a look.

？

Xuanji Zhenren knew that Yuhu had practiced the Mingshen diagram, although it was a fragmented version of his own deduction, but the perception of the six senses was still far beyond ordinary people, she knew that she had found something unusual, and immediately picked up the Hehuan sword from her side, and the wine gourd was hung back on her waist:

"I'll go out for a walk."

"Oh."

"Chubby, go."

"Tss

……

——

Call~

The cold wind rolled up the wine banners outside the stables, and some poor scholars who had no money to go to Longyin sat around the table in the small wine shop in the back street, with a chessboard in front of them, and from time to time someone ran out of the back alley and came to report to him:

"King Jing fell thirty-six, Miss Hua fell seventy-two......"

Dada~

The scholar who gathered around the chessboard hurriedly put the black and white on it, and then began to discuss it enthusiastically, although the speed of obtaining the game situation was half a beat slower than that in the building, but fortunately, there was no need to pay a penny, and the people in the wine shop were also happy.

Because the fall is too slow, there is no shortage of people discussing the couplet in the Goolan wine shop, although the intelligence of King Jing and Yanjing's talented women amazed the people present, but most of them still focused on the night terror hall at the end:

"Mei Xue is fighting for spring, but he refuses to descend...... This poem is definitely everyone's work, I have been in the cold for ten years, but I have never heard it, what is the night country from that book......

"The Duke of Yeguo is said to be the crown prince of the Northwest Royal Court. A hundred years ago, the Northwest Royal Court was also a prosperous dynasty that stood side by side with the north and south, but now the country is extinct, and some masterpieces have not been handed down, which is not unusual......"

"In other words, if the Duke of Yeguo enters the palace and gives birth to the prince to inherit the unification, will the Xihai tribes become the ancestral inheritance of my Great Wei?"

"Hey, really...... But don't dare to talk nonsense......"

……

And in the distance, outside a small green building in the back street.

Hua Ling, who was dressed in a green robe, walked out of the gate slowly, buckled the bamboo hat, glanced in the direction of Xicheng, and then looked at the Longyin Tower not far away.

Today, Shen Lin sent someone to urge two or three times, but Hua Ling didn't pay attention, just thinking about advancing and retreating in the Qinglou.

The old man in the early morning, what he said was right, Night Terror Hall is a favored person of God, luck is added, broken silence, Sima Yue, etc. are all lessons from the past, he went to kill such a person, it is a big murderous move.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Hua Ling still left these words behind.

After all, he is a martial artist.

Hua Ling is only thirty-three years old, there is no famous teacher to guide her, there is no Minglong Tu Tianlangzhu, and she has not asked the high-powered master in Yanjing City, walking between the four seas with a single sword, relying on the arrogance in her heart, she has reached the position of the first person under the four saints!

Today, he took a step back and chose Mingzhe to protect himself, and the breath in his heart also dispersed.

The night terror hall is strong, in just half a year, it has reached the level that no one in the north and south is afraid of, if he does it, he may not be able to get out of Yun'an alive.

But so what?

I can't beat it now, and even more so in ten years' time.

Wu Wuji, if ten years later, if he is not the one who climbs Yangshan to challenge Fengguan City and gets back the gold signboard of 'No. 1 in the world', then what is the point of living like a walking corpse at that time?

Hua Ling is a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, no father, no mother, no relatives and no friends, life is not worth mentioning to him, he just wants to live as gorgeous as flowers, and then die at the most gorgeous moment of his life.

It's like an eagle rushing straight into the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool, even if he is about to turn his body into a feather in the sky, he has to see with his own eyes, this day is a few feet high and the ground is a few feet thick!

For this reason, Hua Ling still came, but he did not go to Xicheng Port.

Hua Ling knew that Shen Lin and others were capable, and they were not worthy of fighting with the Night Terrors, let alone being with him Hua Ling, even if he came to him, he would watch those people die before coming forward, so as not to get in the way.

Originally, Hua Ling was going to wait for a fight outside the city to start before rushing over.

But I never wanted to hear it at the window, and the night terror hall arrived at the Longyin Tower not far away, and chanted a plum blossom poem.

Poetry is a good poem, but it is only applicable to literati, and it doesn't make sense to put it between martial artists, after all, there is no second martial arts, and no matter how good they are, they have to see a high and low.

Hua Ling walked through the snowy back street and came to the back of the Longyin Building, but she didn't break in directly, but just crossed her arms and leaned against the wall outside the wine shop, listening to the subtle noise in the Longyin Building, trying to find the location of the Night Terror Hall, or be found by the Night Terror Hall.

As a result, there was no trace of the night terror, but a figure walked out of the side alley.

The figure was a woman, white as snow, wearing a hat and holding a Hehuan sword in her left hand, and after glancing at the back street, she set her eyes on him.

Hua Ling didn't dodge, but just spoke casually:

"I don't kill women, bother Lu Nuxia to invite the lord over."

Although Xuanji Zhenren had never seen Hua Ling, when she saw the Jianghu man leaning outside the wine shop, she understood who this person was, and she raised her hand to signal to the heavenly street on the west side:

"It's spacious outside, go over there to fight, and let you settle in the ground afterwards."

Ordinary martial artists really hope that they can leave a complete body in the ground after death, and the government will not cut off the head and hang it, which can be regarded as a light sentence.

Although Hua Ling didn't care about these, he could fight in Heavenly Street, which was indeed more leisurely than Goolan Alley, and he walked straight to the exit of the back street:

"It's better to go to the Taihua Palace to fight, if the empress can give face, I can make three moves."

Xuanji Zhenren kept his distance, strolled in the back streets, and said:

"Fengguancheng has a request, the saint may be able to agree, I'm afraid you will have to practice for another thirty years."

"I only need ten years to stay overnight, and it shouldn't take that long, so I'm here. He didn't show his head, and let a woman come out to block the front, which was really unpopular. ”

"He is also a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, he loves beauty like an idiot, you can force him out, count your ability."

……

In a few casual conversations, the two had already walked to the top of the heavenly street, and they were thirty feet away from each other.

Tianjie is located in the central axis of Yun'an City, one hundred and fifty meters wide, eight miles long, when there is no court meeting and major festivals, the street is not closed, the people can walk freely, at a glance, the vast Tianjie is full of tourists and chariots and horses who enjoy the snow.

Hua Ling walked to the middle of the street, and slid out an iron fan with a flick of her wrist, spreading it at her side.

Smack-

There was a sudden explosion between the wind and snow, and the wind and snow on the sky street seemed to freeze.

The countless pedestrians walking on the street stopped and turned back, and the forbidden army patrolling the street also sounded the gong when they found that something was wrong, and they all rushed to this side.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

When the people heard the warning, they began to run to the streets on both sides to take refuge, but in an instant, the shoulder-to-shoulder heavenly streets separated from the left and right, leaving only two opposing figures and the city full of snow.

Xuanji Zhenren knew that in the face of Wukui-level thieves, the forbidden army of the squad was meaningless, and the soldiers and horses of the brigade could not catch up, all they could do was to defend the city, and said at the moment:

"Stand down."

The forbidden army who ran by, when they saw the white dress on the heavenly street, they recognized that it was the emperor of the dynasty, and they didn't run over to find death at the moment, they all rushed to the outside of Chengtian Gate, and quickly lined up to put out heavy shields and crossbows.

And the people in the surrounding blocks also noticed the abnormality, people ran out of the major famous buildings, and even the Longyin Building in the distance pushed open the windows facing the street.

Hua Ling held an iron fan, and only the bearded chin could be seen with the hat slightly lowered, and only after the idler retreated, did he speak:

"I have spent half my life in Hualing, if I can die at the hands of a woman in Longcheng Heavenly Street, I will have no regrets in this life. But it's a pity that Lu Nuxia doesn't have the ability to do this, so she has no room for regret. ”

Xuanji Zhenren knows that Hua Ling is very strong. It is difficult for a ranger with no sect or faction to get ahead, even if he is a grandmaster, his foundation, financial resources, and even martial arts inheritance cannot be compared with the regular army sent by the wealthy families.

But if you can get into Wu Kui, the situation is completely different.

Xi Wu is very knowledgeable, not to mention weapons, laying the foundation, finding a good doctor, etc., just a bottle of good medicine, it is dozens of hundreds of taels of silver, and the people in the rivers and lakes can't afford to play at all.

And those who can enter the Wukui as a ranger usually have two characteristics - the roots are flawless, at least before becoming the Wukui, there is no natural bottleneck; The second is that the journey has been smooth, and I haven't encountered any hurdles that I can't go, after all, the ranger can't invite the master to intercede.

The former is talent, and if you join a famous and decent family, you will only go higher.

The latter is ability, because the rivers and lakes are unpredictable, these people must go through the miscellaneous road, from communication skills to the art industry they have learned, there are no shortcomings, in order to deal with any sudden variables.

The talent is flawless, and he knows everything, and he is a half-step martial saint in Wukui, so once the Jianghu rangers enter Wukui, they are usually in the top three.

In the past, the first person of the Eight Kui of Great Wei was Long Zhengqing, and later Fengguancheng personally evaluated the invincibility of the Pingtian Sect Master Mountain, so he fell to second.

Xuanji Zhenren doesn't know who is stronger between Hua Ling and Long Zhengqing, but the pressure should not be too great when fighting her.

After all, she is still on the way to dabble in hundreds of schools, and she has not reached the point of returning to the basics, and she is not afraid of the martial arts who forcibly protrudes her face like Broken Silence, but when she meets her peers, she can't take any advantage.

Xuanji Zhenren did not underestimate the enemy, but his tone was still full of pride:

"The atmosphere is baked here, you want to die at the hands of a woman from beginning to end, this way is naturally as you wish."

"Hehe......"

On the heavenly street, a hearty laughter sounded, followed by a violent wind!

Whew-

Hua Ling, who held a two-foot iron fan in one hand, was like holding a half-wheel full moon in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the wind and snow in Tianjie were driven, and the snow on the ground was also rolled up, turning into a white surge, pressing on the small figure in front of him, and at the same time obscuring Hua Ling's figure.

Flowers and leaves fall prodigal sons, fan the wind with a little golden feather!

Xuanji Zhenren flew back and pulled, and it could be seen that between the swirling snowflakes in front of him, a little golden light suddenly collided, without making any sound, but came to his eyes at a terrifying speed like calcium carbide sparks.

Chokew-

Bite~

The Hehuan sword in Xuanji Zhenren's hand was unsheathed, smashing the golden beans that hit the center of the eyebrows, and sparks burst out between the snow, but he didn't see the Tsing Yi Jianghu who came later.

？

Xuanji Zhenren's eyes were slightly condensed, and he didn't look up, and the whole person had already pressed down, sliding to the back of the street like a shuttle.

Brush......

And at the same moment, Hua Ling, who was above, swept through the air with an iron fan, and the terrifying power had not yet arrived, and the hat had already been lifted.

Boom –

The loess surface of Tianjie was pulled out by an iron fan, and it looked like a straight sword mark several zhang long from the sky.

Xuanji's real face was like frost and snow, and at the same time, with the front finger of his right hand, the Hehuan sword turned into a soft spear, dragging the white water sleeve and stabbing straight out.

Hua Ling's feet landed on the edge of the groove, facing Xuanji Zhenren sideways, and the iron fan in her hand spun to block.

I only heard a crisp sound of 'ding', and the sharp Hehuan sword passed through the gap in the iron fan, but before it stabbed the neck, the iron fan had already closed.

Cha!

Hua Ling clamped the Hehuan Sword with an iron fan, pulled it to the side, and slapped it out with one palm.

And Xuanji Zhenren attacked at the same time with both hands, and at the moment when the Hehuan Sword stabbed the iron fan, the water sleeve in his left hand was already like a white dragon spitting out mist and rushing out, hitting Hua Ling's palm.

Bang –

Although it was only a soft water sleeve, it was like a soft whip in Xuanji Zhenren's hands, the whip hit Hua Ling's palm slightly, and two vast qi erupted from it, instantly breaking the straight water sleeve on the right side, and also shattering Hua Ling's left hand sleeve robe.

Tear pull –

Seeing this, Xuanji Zhenren immediately withdrew, leaned back with his hands, and drove the wind and snow with his strength, and then the two water sleeves were pulled forward at the same time.

Smack-

The two water sleeves were straightened in the air, like two heavy punches hitting Hua Ling's chest and abdomen.

Hua Ling unfolded the iron fan again, supported the fan with her left hand to block, and in the muffled sound, the whole person moved sideways for several feet.

Xuanji Zhenren wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but the moment the water sleeve was withdrawn, he saw the iron fan in Hua Ling's hand closed, and then threw it to the side.

Whoop -

In the crisp sound, the eighteen fan bones turned into a chain of iron whips connected from end to end, unfolding more than three feet, like an iron snake bursting out of his hand, following the water sleeve to the front of him in the blink of an eye.

？！

Xuanji's real pupils shrank, and he immediately turned sideways, flicking his fingertips to the sharp blade that stabbed his throat.

Bite~

The iron fan stabbing in Hua Ling's hand was extremely powerful, and the tip of the bullet was only slightly out of the way, passing through Xuanji Zhenren's left shoulder, bringing out a blood mark.

Boom –

Hua Ling's right hand shook violently, and the iron fan that was thrown out was like a slender soft sword, bringing up a surge and slashing horizontally to the side.

Xuanji Zhenren immediately flew back and slid again, trying to whirl and pull.

But also at this time!

Phew-

There was a terrible scream from outside the sky!

The turmoil set off on the Heavenly Street has already alarmed half of the city, and the people of the forbidden army and even the Dongfang Liren who were playing in the Longyin Tower have all hurriedly gotten up and flown to the roof.

Before the screaming sound arrived, tens of thousands of people around Tianjie saw a black line appear in the snowstorm.

The black line pierced through the boundless wind and snow, bringing out a whirlpool, and in an instant, it crossed the heavenly street, and when the sound came, it was already like a black thunderbolt.

Boom –

The street between the two was instantly cut off, and the flying dust forced the two to fight away.

Hua Ling folded her fan back and looked through the dust, but saw a black spear stuck in the pit in front of her.

The gun was nine feet and three minutes long, and its whole body was jet black, and the head of the gun had sunk into the ground, and only half of the barrel was inserted in the center of the pit, buzzing.

Buzz~

The countless martial artists who were watching around were stunned and looked at the spear on the street, not knowing where this thing came from.

Hua Ling, on the other hand, raised her eyes and looked at the wind and snow that had been pierced through the spear.

Before all the onlookers around Heavenly Street could figure out where the spear came from, they suddenly found a black shadow, which fell into the air at an even more incredible speed, and smashed straight in front of Xuanji Zhenren.

Boom!

The movement of the landing was too loud, and the surrounding wind, snow and dust and fog were dispersed, and an open space within a radius of several zhang was cleared on the street in an instant.

It wasn't until the black shadow fell into the ground and the body suddenly stopped, and the onlookers saw clearly that it was a person who followed the gun!

The figure was dressed in a black brocade robe, his legs slid away, his right hand supported the ground, and his left hand held the handle of the knife behind his waist.

Those sharp eyes, staring at the blue-robed Jianghu guest in front of him, were like staring at the cold-faced Yama of the lonely soul and wild ghost.

And the snowy Heavenly Street also fell into a dead silence at this moment, and a murderous aura rose to the sky!

……

(End of chapter)