The fog cleared at sunrise, people came and went, and the time was noon in a blink of an eye.

The Night Terror Hall changed into a Jianghu costume, and wore a hat and brought a big black horse from the inn stable; The big white bird, who had stayed up all night, had not woken up until now, and was placed in the bag on the side of the horse, only revealing the round white head shell, and slept unconscious.

After waiting for a moment, footsteps rang out in the inn.

Night Terror Hall looked back, and it could be seen that Fan Qinghe, who had changed into civilian clothes, walked down the stairs with a hat on his head, and he couldn't see his expression, but after seeing him, his head was obviously a little lower.

Night Terror Hall took a glimpse of it yesterday and saw the sandwich steamed buns, and it actually took a long time to calm down in the bottom of my heart. Knowing that Fan Qinghe must be embarrassed, he didn't have any pot that he didn't open, so he turned over and chatted:

"On the street just now, I also saw a few businessmen from the Xihai Tribes, who also came to Jiangzhou to order weapons?"

Fan Qinghe walked to him, toe lightly, and sat sideways behind the Night Terror Hall:

"We are short of grain and iron there, and the Gou Chen Department can still make weapons and armor, but after being occupied by the barbarians of the Northern Liang, they confiscated all the mines and workshops, and if they want good weapons, they can only buy ...... on the rivers and lakes of the north and south dynasties."

Night Terror lightly bounced on the horse's belly and headed towards the town outside:

"Don't worry, even if I have nothing to do with the Xihai Ministries, I have to clean up the Beiliang people, and these problems will be solved sooner or later."

When Fan Qinghe heard this, his red lips moved slightly, and he thought about it:

"You grew up in Great Wei, and you have not received the slightest favor from the various departments of the West Sea, but you have to take on the responsibility of the king of Tianlang, speaking of which, we owe you a lot...... No matter what the other Ministries think, I, the Winter Hades, will definitely not be an ungrateful white-eyed wolf......"

"Who said that I didn't receive favors, didn't Miss Fan help me so much......"

“……”

Fan Qinghe wanted to say what he should say, but when the words came to his lips, the words paused again. After all, she said that she was not grateful to repay the kindness of the Night Terror, but because the Night Terror Hall accidentally looked at her, she was full of entanglement and couldn't think of it, and she had to be coaxed by the Night Terror Hall, isn't this duplicitous.

Thinking of this, Fan Qinghe slowly suppressed the hundred emotions in his heart, made a cheerful appearance on weekdays, and looked left and right:

"Where's the bird? Still looking at the rat hole? ”

"Twitter......"

In the bag behind him, there was a muffled grunt, and then there was no movement.

Fan Qinghe turned around, picked up his bag and glanced at it, and raised his hand to scratch his hairy belly.

Seeing that Miss Fan's mood had returned to normal, Night Terror Hall smiled, didn't say anything, and after a light "drive-" sound, she sped away towards the south.

Xiaoshan Fort is located on the southeast coast, not too far from Huangqi Town, but it is also half a day's journey.

Night Terror Hall galloped with Fan Qinghe Pegasus, occasionally stopping to rest the horses along the way, and by the way to see the beautiful scenery of Jiangzhou's mountains and rivers, until dusk, the outline of the mountains slowly emerged at the end of the field of vision, and the pedestrians on the road gradually increased.

The night terror hall slowed down the horse's speed, and the hat looked up slightly at the distant mountain, and it could be seen that halfway up the mountain was a group of towering and quaint buildings, spreading from the mountainside to the town below; The town is crowded with people, and passers-by dressed as martial artists can be seen everywhere.

Fan Qinghe sat on her back along the way, it was not good to lean on the back of the night terror, it was inevitable that she would have a little backache after sitting for a long time, and when she saw the place, she also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at a pavilion on the top of the mountain:

"That's the Hanging Sun Pavilion?"

"It should be, but the angle here is wrong, and it doesn't look as grand as rumored."

The Hanging Sun Pavilion is at the top of Xiaoshan Fort, whenever the sun sinks in the West Mountain, you can see the red sun just falling on the top of the pavilion from some angles, just like the whole villa holds up a round of pearls, the scenery is quite magnificent, it is rumored that it is still the place where Xiao Zu, the first generation of Xiaoshan Fort, enlightened the Tao, is regarded as a famous place of interest in Jiangzhou.

When the Night Terror Hall was still half a mile away from the town at the foot of the mountain, he turned over and went to the ground, led the horse to Xiaoshan Fort, and looked up again.

Although three hundred years have passed since the peak of glory, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the towering buildings on the mountain, you can still feel the spirit of dominating the southeast and the world.

After Fan Qinghe followed and looked at the scenery for a while, he began to look at all kinds of things in the town.

The town at the foot of the mountain is not the property of Xiaoshanbao, it is full of blacksmith workshops, and there are vendors who buy swords along the street, which is a large iron market, and you can hear the crisp sound of hitting iron tools and the shouts of traders everywhere you walk:

"Don't miss it when you pass by, all kinds of famous swords, dragon swords, spiritual swords, Junshan swords...... Everything you need, no deception......"

……

Night Terror Hall was originally watching the magnificent scenery of the Great Sun Hanging Mountain, but when he heard this, he was slightly stunned and turned his head to look at the stalls on the side of the street.

The stall is a few wooden tables put together, with cloth on them, and a row of swords on them, and there are many young warriors around to look around, among which the most viewed is the dragon knife, and some people ask:

"Are you sure it's exactly the same knife that Night Terror uses to do it?"

"The material is definitely different, but this knife is forged against the real thing, and the appearance is absolutely difficult to distinguish between real and fake, if there is a discrepancy, you can come back with a knife at any time to cut me......"

"I can't see Wu Kui again, how do I know if there is a ...... in and out?"

"The rivers and lakes are far away, and if you practice martial arts well, you will be able to meet one day, and people must have ambitions......"

……

Fan Qinghe stopped on the side of the street, glanced at the crowd of onlookers, and whispered:

"The local Jianghu people are too immoral, and they talk nonsense above board, you don't care?"

Night Terror Hall swept his eyes, and it could be seen that the peddler had a knife, the knife was two and a half fingers wide, three feet and three points long, and the handguard knife ring was carved with a dragon, and it was even very serious about making it old, although it was not difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, but the style was indeed the same.

Seeing that the workmanship of the knife was not bad, Night Terror shook his head and smiled:

"If you look at it from a distance, it can be regarded as an imitation of the genuine product, not nonsense. The streets are full of dragon knives to learn my appearance, and it is more convenient for me to walk the rivers and lakes to be honest, and even disguise is exempt. ”

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe didn't care about it, walked along, and looked at the robe on the Night Terror Hall:

"Anyway, why do you keep wearing a black robe? I think you should be more immortal when you wear a white robe. ”

Night Terror is not fond of a certain color of clothing, but rather a habit of childhood, explaining:

"Black clothes are dirty, and you can't see the blood stains, if you wear white clothes, you have to change every blood spot, how can you have this time to walk outside with darts. Well...... If you want to see it, I'll go back and get a white robe and wear it for you. ”

“……”

Fan Qinghe actually thinks that the night terror hall looks best without clothes, and the lines of the chest muscles and abdominal muscles can make people red-faced. However, Fan Qinghe naturally can't say these thoughts explicitly, just said:

"What do I see, you should wear it to Sanniang and them...... Once we get to the place, how do we get in? ”

While the two were chatting, they had already arrived at the mountain gate of Xiaoshan Fort.

The gate of Xiaoshan Fort is a white stone archway building, and there are four disciples of the sword soldiers standing outside, and sometimes young warriors from the sect come in and out, still chatting with each other:

"The people of the Three Absolute Valley are really powerful, they have already fought two rounds in a row, if no one can hold it down, our Jiangzhou will be embarrassed......"

"The Three Peerless Immortals are also characters who have fought with the old immortals of Fengguan City, can the apprentice be powerful? But don't worry, the young master of Jinhu Villa will definitely not be able to lose......"

……

Night Terror Hall paid attention to the vicinity for a moment, it can be seen that there is a competition in Xiaoshan Fort, and there are many people from the rivers and lakes who have come over, but he needs to report his own door when he comes to the door, if he reports his name, I am afraid that the entire Xiaoshan Fort will have to shrink his neck, and he will definitely not be able to do it.

"Wait until it gets dark and sneak in, there is a cave in the back mountain of Xiaoshan Fort, which is heavily defended, and there should be something hidden. Let's come here this time mainly to find out what's hidden inside......"

Night Terror Hall and Fan Qinghe talked about the plan of action, put the horse in the stable of the inn, changed into clothes suitable for diving, and when the sun completely set, they followed the foot of the mountain and touched the rear......

——

Ding Ding –

Boom!

The sun sets and the moon rises, the lanterns are lit up in Xiaoshan Fort, the swords and swords are constantly shadowing in the center of the ring, and the surrounding are the disciples of the major factions who are onlookers, as well as the famous Jianghu scattered people in Jiangzhou.

The uncles of each faction sat in the main hall of the villa, with more than 40 seats, most of them were local celebrities in Jiangzhou, and the rest were people from Zezhou, Wuzhou and other places.

Although Xiaoshan Fort is not as good as in the past, there are more than 40 people present, and Xiao Zongyuan can be regarded as a top-notch grandmaster, and few other people's names have been heard in the rivers and lakes, but because the ancestors are too broad, the main hall is quite magnificent.

The main hall is built according to the mountain, the middle four huge pillars support the dome, the two sides of the platform outside, there are the left and right side halls, the front is the vast world, sitting on the top of the main hall, there is quite a kind of heroic feeling of living on the top of the mountain and overlooking the rivers and lakes.

However, because there was no Wu Kui in charge, the castle lord Xiao Zongyuan did not dare to put such a big shelf, and the main seat on the steps of the main hall had long been demolished and changed to an offering platform, with an incense case copper stove and a few famous soldiers, and three portraits were offered on it.

The old man in the Confucian shirt in the middle of the portrait is Xiao Zu, who once looked down on the world; And on the left and right are the Zhongxing people of Xiaoshan Fort.

Xiao Zongyuan looked very elegant, sitting on the chair under the offering platform, holding a teacup in his hand, carefully observing the discussion of the younger generations in the rivers and lakes outside. On the right side is the gray-haired Three Peerless Immortals, and on the left is the No. 2 person in Jiangzhou, Linghu Rengang, the owner of Jinhu Villa.

Jinhu Villa is also a big faction in the rivers and lakes, more than 30 years ago, it briefly replaced Xiaoshan Fort and became the overlord of Jiangzhou; But since the old owner was in Wanghailou and was held down by Lu Jieyun with Lai Pi Lu, Jinhu Villa also plummeted and slowly faded out of sight.

Originally, Jinhu Villa and Xiaoshanbao were still competitors, but after becoming difficult brothers, the relationship has improved, and now they are wearing a pair of pants to keep warm.

At this time, the outside is the three peerless immortals Weng Chuan and Linghu Rengang's son-in-law, although the night terror hall of the same age is far apart, but among the peers, it is already a leader.

As a martial artist from other states, the three peerless immortals went to Jiangzhou as a guest, and the apprentice came to wear one and two, and now he is still preparing to wear one and three, and he is naturally happy in his heart.

However, in front of the famous people in Jiangzhou, the three peerless immortals were not easy to get carried away, but they just stroked their beards and commented:

"The afterlife is terrifying. Linghu Xian's nephew does have the demeanor of the old owner of Linghu back then, if he is two years older, the old man's stupid apprentice, I am afraid that he will have to be thrown out of the ring if he can't take three moves......"

Ling Hu Rengang saw that his son's situation was not good, but his expression was calm:

"Guang Lao's words are too famous, the dog is only eighteen or nineteen, it is not easy to learn ancestral family learning, how to say the style, compared with his father, it is too exalting him."

"Hehe......"

The Three Peerless Immortals are over seventy years old, and they are the same generation as the old owner of Jinhu Villa, Ling Hu Guanzhi, and he also met back then, chatted about this, and asked:

"How is the old owner of Linghu Farm? It's like we haven't seen each other in years......"

The battle between Wu Kui and Wu Kui is all about fighting for life, and the battle between life and death is difficult to end, and after defeat, it will normally leave a dark disease; If the other party keeps his hand, then he will be even more shameless to continue to walk the rivers and lakes to fight for fame and fortune, and it is normal to wash his hands in a golden basin to make way for the newcomer.

Linghu Guanzhi was not ranked high in Wukui back then, and he fought with Lu Jieyun in Wanghailou, because of exhaustion, his qi was severely damaged, and he was removed from the rivers and lakes on the spot, and he never showed up again for thirty years, so that he was forgotten by the contemporary Jianghu people, and the old people such as the Three Peerless Immortals still remembered.

Linghu Rengang, as his son, shook his head and sighed in the face of this problem;

"Old Guang is worried, my father is still healthy, but he is still the same, he doesn't go out to fight iron swords all day long, and he doesn't want to see outsiders."

The Three Peerless Immortals nodded their beards, and wanted to say a few more polite words, but the roots of their ears suddenly moved, and they turned their heads to look at the portrait of the ancestor behind him.

Boom~

Boom~

The subtle muffled sound was absent, and the candle flame on the altar trembled slightly, feeling like a dragon python, rampage inside the mountain.

Xiao Zongyuan and Ling Hu Rengang naturally heard the movement, and their originally warm expressions disappeared, turning solemn, and they all looked at the portrait of the ancestor behind them......

——

"Goo~~Goo~~......"

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and distant birds can be heard in the night sky.

Several disciples of Xiaoshan Fort, with knives on their waists, walked back and forth on the forest paths, and among the elegant houses in the surrounding environment, they could still hear the chatter of the people in charge of the door:

"According to the news from Jiangzhou City, the newly created official sword should be selected by the imperial court......"

"The cost is too high, and this matter will drag on for three or five months......

……

The buildings in front of the back mountain and Xiaoshan Fort are different from the towering, more like a garden with beautiful mountains and rivers, several courtyards are hidden between the bamboo forests, not far from each other, but they do not interfere with each other, the privacy is excellent, and it is the place where the head of the house, the hall master and other high-rise residences.

Night Terror Hall went around the back mountain from the foot of the mountain, and the deeper it went, the more it was found that the defense became more and more tight, not only there were bright whistles, but there were also hidden whistles between the bamboo forests, although it would not be possible to find his traces, but it was still a little difficult to find the cave that Bingtuotuo said.

Fan Qinghe has been visiting the rivers and lakes of the Northern Dynasty all the year round, and he is much more skilled than the Night Terror Hall in finding a hidden forbidden place, so he silently touched along a small canal at this time, looking for possible traps on the ground, and said in a low voice:

"You can't see the entrance to the cave in the back mountain, but the source of this small canal is in the courtyard above, and there must be a spring in it, so you should be able to find the entrance if you look for ......it."

In order to infiltrate conveniently, Fan Qinghe changed into a night clothes, that is, the outfit when Wu Zhou appeared just now, tight-fitting black clothes wrapped around the delicate and graceful figure, and his hair and cheeks were also covered with black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes; In order to prevent the patrolling disciples from noticing the abnormality, they still bent down and lowered their bodies to lead the way.

Night Terror Hall walked behind Fan Qinghe in a black robe with his face covered, two feet in front of him, there was Xiao Man's waist and Hun Chengyue, but when he was doing business, he didn't look around, just listened to the wind and grass.

The two of them touched half a mile forward, bypassed all the bright and dark whistles, and gradually came to the outside of the courtyard that Fan Qinghe said.

The courtyard is surrounded by high walls, surrounded by green bamboo, and there are no traces of activity on the ground, so it seems that few people enter and exit.

The night terror hall looked into the courtyard from the fence, and it could be seen that the courtyard was clean and clean, and there was a faint smell of charcoal fire emanating from the house, but it was not obvious, and ordinary people could not feel it at all.

Fan's ears listened for a moment, and when he found that there was no one in the courtyard, the two of them fell under the eaves together, one left and one right, and stuck to the door.

The Night Terror Hall did not act rashly, but only guarded the surroundings; Fan Qinghe carefully inspected the door, then took out a thin needle, slowly slid it up the crack in the door, and after making sure that there was no mechanism, he quietly pushed open the door and dodged into the room.

The room was a storeroom, and several rows of shelves were filled with ore, which seemed to have not moved for a long time, and a layer of dust had fallen, while the middle of the ground was clean, and it was obvious that someone was moving.

Fan Qinghe listened carefully, she could hear the slight sound of the water, she came to the corner of the room, gently moved a wooden box stacked three up, and a doorway was revealed behind it.

In the doorway is a windowless room on all sides, with a staircase in the middle, leading to the ground, and the aqueduct outside is connected to this place.

Seeing this, the night terror hall felt that the way of hiding things in Xiaoshan Fort was quite simple, but it was not taken lightly, and walked in front of the knife handle with his hand, went down the stairs silently, walked forward along the tunnel, and found that the tunnel was very deep, and it felt like opening up the front and back of the top of Xiaoshan Fort, a bit like a route for the sect to meet a strong enemy and take refuge and escape.

Fan Qinghe walked for a while, and he also felt this way, but after walking for a while, he suddenly found that there were red points of light in front of him.

Night Terror Hall raised his hand slightly to signal Fan Qinghe to be careful, and then slowly walked towards the red point of light, and soon found that it was a doorway.

Inside the door is a large room hidden in the mountain, from the tunnel you can see a huge black stove in the center, and there is a shelf next to the wall, on which are all swords, guns and halberds, although the distance is very long, but from the luster of the weapon, you can still see that it is not an ordinary blade.

Night Terror Hall estimated that this large furnace was the sword-casting furnace that had not been extinguished for hundreds of years, and the smoke exhaust should have led to the surface, but the smell of smoke could still be smelled, and the temperature was very hot, even the ground was hot.

Seeing that there was still a fire in the stove, the night terror hall behaved very cautiously, and slowly moved to the entrance of the room like a shadow, and listened carefully—there was nothing unusual in the room except for the movement of the flames, and no one seemed to be there.

Seeing this, the Night Terror Hall pressed the knife into the hot hall, and searched the surrounding weapon racks, trying to find traces of the Sword of Heaven and other objects.

But as soon as he walked out of the door only two steps, the footsteps of the Night Terror Hall suddenly stopped, and he raised his hand to stop Fan Qinghe, who was following closely.

Smack-

At this moment, a thunderous explosion suddenly sounded in the dead silence hall.

I saw that behind the black blast furnace, a three-zhang black snake suddenly burst out, and swept towards the place where the two of them were with a terrifying sound like smashing the air.

The black snake is a long black whip the thickness of a thumb, I don't know how to throw it out, it turns into a half-arc in mid-air, the whip just scratches the wooden frame next to the wall, and then it is whipped into pieces, almost without giving any chance to react, it has already come to the front.

Chokew-

There was a cold light in the hall.

The Night Terror Hall Dragon Knife came out of its sheath in the blink of an eye, intercepting the whip that was so fast that it was difficult to see, and the result was a bang of "bell-".

The dragon knife burst out of sparks, and the straight blade trembled violently, instantly turning into a wavy soft strip.

Night Terror Hall held the dragon knife upside down, and as soon as he made contact with the whip, he found that the situation was not right - the other party seemed to know that it was him, and he knew the weapon and starting move he used, and the terrifying whip hit the weakest point of the knife tip just right, and the vast energy gathered to explode a little, obviously wanting to break the blade.

The dragon knife is a famous soldier, and it will not be broken so crisply, but the side hits the tip of the knife hard, and it is easy to destroy the knife if the force is not right, and the night terror hall directly let go of his left hand.

Clang~

As soon as the strong and domineering energy broke out, the dragon knife spun out.

At the same time, the Night Terror Hall rushed to the right, grabbed the handle of the Spinner Knife in mid-air to unload the force, and flew to the wall with both feet on the wall.

Boom –

The walls, which had been blackened by the smoke, were dented and cracked under the heavy stomping, and they shook directly to the weapon rack below.

Whoop -

Night Terror Hall was as fast as thunder, drawing a right angle in the room, and rushed to the back of the blast furnace with a knife in his right hand, and at this time he could see the figure behind the blast furnace clearly.

Behind the black furnace, there was an old man in a lake blue robe, his thin body was like a tempered iron pine, his breath was outrageous, and his eyes stared at him without emotion.

At the moment when he rushed to the right side and turned back, the old man had already withdrawn the long whip, his body was like a flying flocculent retreat without wind, his right hand was spinning, and the three-zhang long whip turned into a spiral, covering everything in front of him, and he trembled violently with one hand, and a wave of the black long whip emerged, which collapsed straight forward from the center of the spiral, attacking the waist and abdomen of the night terror.

Night Terror Hall stabbed with a knife, and in the face of this rare road, he didn't choose to rush hard, his body stopped suddenly when he landed, and then flew back, and before the long whip collapsed in front of him, he had already put the knife back into its sheath, and at the same time pulled out a spear on the weapon rack on his side.

Bell –

The long whip collapsed on top of the bright silver spearhead, and the nine-foot spear was forced to collapse into a soft spear, and the barrel of the spear trembled violently.

Before the energy could be transmitted to the palm of his hand, Night Terror had already wrapped his one-handed gun around the soft whip and pressed down to try to disarm.

But the old man's whipping method was quite old-fashioned, and his wrist went with the trend, and he shook the soft whip hard, and after flashing to the furnace, he collapsed forward with one hand, and collapsed the whip into the burning furnace.

Boom!

A detonation rang out from the furnace, and a few feet long red tongues of fire poured out, instantly illuminating the entire dimly lit hall.

The Night Terror Hall was on the back of the blast furnace, and it was impossible to be injured by the flames, but the impregnable black rock wall in front of it suddenly burst out with a little red light.

The Night Terror Hall thought that the old man had shattered the wall of the furnace, and attacked the wall with a long whip, directly raising the gun and picking it up, trying to burst the red flames that burst out.

The result was unbelievable, the bright silver spear touched the red flame, just like a tender bamboo shoot touching the tip of a knife, and even the collision sound of gold and iron clashes was not made, the spear blade was pierced, and the red flame did not stop for half a minute, and stabbed directly into the heart.

Boom –

？！

Even if the spear in the hand of Night Terror Hall is not a famous soldier, the cost is definitely expensive, and seeing that the head of Xueliang's spear was pierced like tofu, he was naturally stunned in his heart, and immediately forcibly turned away.

But Rao is reaction was amazing, and under this offensive that defied common sense, he still couldn't completely dodge. The crimson flame drew a red line in the dimly lit room, strung under the ribs, and stabbed diagonally upwards into the wall.

Boom –

After this blow, the underground hall where the conflict suddenly broke out, the movement came to an abrupt end.

Fan Qinghe was afraid of dragging his feet, so he didn't dare to intervene rashly, and found that the momentum was crushing the opponent's night terror, and the weapon in his hand suddenly went wrong, and he was almost hit by the middle door wide open, and his face turned pale immediately:

"Night Terror!"

Night Terror Hall has been walking the rivers and lakes for so long, and it is the first time to encounter such a strange situation, holding a spear in both hands, the heartbeat is like a drum, and the breathing is almost stagnant, and when the red light and shadow flash, he looks down - fortunately, the flash is fast enough, but the skin and flesh on the side of the ribs are pierced with a sword hole.

Although it didn't hurt its muscles and bones, Night Terror Hall still had palpitations, and he couldn't understand what he had just flown over, and after making sure that his body was fine, he didn't even care about his opponent anymore, and looked back at the wall first.

And the old man who burst out of the sword in the furnace also stopped his movements and raised his eyes to look up.

呲呲呲......

On the wall behind him, a crimson sword strip was inserted.

The sword strip was three feet long, half of it was submerged into the stone wall, and white smoke came out of the surface stained with blood, but in an instant, it burned and there was no movement, the temperature dropped, and the entire sword strip also dimmed a little, showing a faint golden glow.

The old man saw a faint golden glow, and his eyes were a little surprised, and he hurriedly stepped forward to retrieve the sword.

But the Night Terror Hall was almost pierced by this ghost thing, how could he return the sword strip to its original owner, flew up first, wrapped his right hand in his sleeve robe, and grabbed the sword strip.

I don't know how long the sword bar has been smelted in the furnace, it is still red, and the moment I start it, the robe is burned.

The burning pain came, and Night Terror Hall frowned secretly, quickly drew his sword and fell back to the ground, stabbing into the oil pool used for quenching next to the wall.

Thorn la la......

White smoke rose in the oil pool in an instant, and the temperature of the sword bar dropped rapidly.

The old man paused, and he wanted to say something, but he immediately realized the problem again, his face changed slightly, and he immediately whipped at the sword-wielding right arm of the Night Terror Hall.

Night Terror's eyes sank slightly, and he immediately slashed his sword to the side.

Whoop -

The black water of the oil pool splashed everywhere, and a line of golden mangs suddenly appeared, bringing out the sound of the empty sword.

Shout~

The long black whip was drawn in the air, and the blade was instantly slashed when it touched it, like a wicker drawn towards the blade.

The old man's eyes flashed with suspicion, his movements stopped suddenly, and he took two steps back to widen the distance.

Buzz~

The blade stopped, still trembling.

Night Terror Hall held the sword in his right hand, wiped the sword body with his thumb and suppressed the trembling, his eyes were full of amazement, and he even dispelled the idea of continuing to fight, and raised his eyes to look at the unknown old man in front of him:

"I heard that Linghu's predecessors have a good ability to cast swords, and the combination of yin and yang is also famous, and when I see it today, it is worthy of its reputation."

……

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From six o'clock yesterday afternoon to now, the key is to write more than 7,000 words, and everyone is numb or2

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