The black furnace glowed crimson, illuminating the corners of the dimly lit hall.

Night Terror Hall stood on the side of the blast furnace dressed in black, holding the slender sword strip wrapped in his sleeve robe in his right hand, looking at the old man opposite.

The gray-haired Linghu stood in front of the black blast furnace, holding a broken whip in his hand, his eyes always fell on the pale golden sword, and the suspicion in his eyes had not been suppressed since he appeared.

Thirty years ago, Linghu Guanzhi and Lu Jieyun were defeated, and their qi veins were damaged and they retreated, because of the grievances of losing, they were even more unwilling to abandon their martial arts in their forties.

Long Zhengqing came to the door at that time and asked him to help cast a sword, and sent him a lot of things-the snow lake flower used to renew the qi vein, the burial gold vessels dug up from the tombs of several virtuous monarchs of the Great Wu Dynasty, the tripod ears that were removed from the first emperor of the Northern Liang National Treasure, and a long-life lock brought into the imperial tomb by Wei Taizu......

These objects are all priceless treasures, not to mention getting them, even if there is a little rumor, they will inevitably lead to a catastrophe and be hunted down to death by the two dynasties.

Linghu Guan didn't know how Long Zhengqing got these things, not to mention accepting them, just if he saw it, I am afraid it would lead to a catastrophe.

But Linghu Guanzhi finally accepted the object, after all, he was not willing to disappear like this, he really needed Snow Lake Flowers, and those forbidden things were mixed with 'Dragon Scale Stone'.

According to legend, the dragon scale stone is 1,200 years ago, when the founding emperor of Dawu rode the dragon away, a few pieces of dragon scales fell to the ground and turned into stubborn stones, which are indestructible and refined.

The truth of the legend is unknown, but this thing is indeed a supreme treasure of the casting, because the number is about equal to nothing, it was lost as early as the period of the Great Wu Dynasty, and there are only a few records in the history books.

Linghu Guanzhi was born in a family of casters, and naturally this rare material was rare, and after getting his hands, he melted all the objects, refined two catties of material, and repeatedly forged for nearly three years, and made a sword strip.

Ling Hu Guanzhi was very confident, and he thought that this sword would be a peerless soldier who had never been seen before or since.

But it's a pity that after the sword strip is formed, it looks like a black wrought iron piece, which is bent when you step on it, and it is not elastic, not to mention cutting people, chopping wood is a problem.

Over the years, he has been reading ancient books and improving the process, so that the casting process of Xiaoshan Fort and Jinhu Villa has skyrocketed, but the sword bar has not changed at all.

As a professional swordsmith, Linghu Guanzhi definitely didn't believe in metaphysical remedies such as human sacrifice vessels, but he was forced to have no choice, so he thought about sacrificing a proud son of heaven who had collected more than ten years of luck in the Southern Dynasty to see if he could make this piece of scrap iron into a weapon.

The results were unexpected.

Seeing the pale golden sword strip in the hand of the Night Terror Hall, as well as the sound of the sword like a dragon's roar, Ling Hu Guanzhi knew that the sword was finished, but he also understood that what Long Zhengqing wanted him to cast was not a weapon at all.

can easily penetrate the famous soldier and cut off the whip in his hand, there is nothing in this world that can block the edge of this sword, it can be said that it is completely a fairy weapon that should not be in the world, and it is overkill to kill anyone in the world, it is overkill to desecrate this sword.

Linghu Guan didn't know what Long Zhengqing was going to do when he cast such a sharp sword that overflowed the world, but he understood that no matter what he wanted to do, he might not be able to do it now.

"I heard that Linghu's predecessors have a good ability to cast swords, and the Yin and Yang Synthesis Divine Skill is also famous, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation."

The clear words sounded from the dead silence hall, awakening Linghu Guanzhi, who was in a trance.

Ling Hu Guanzhi looked at the pale golden sword stripe, and his heart was mixed, but his expression was still calm:

"Lord Ye is young, he has this divine martial arts, and he deserves the four words of fearful in the future."

Fan Qinghe, who was worried next to him, saw that the two of them stopped fighting, and walked around the wall to the Night Terror Hall, carefully checking the injury.

Night Terror Hall raised his hand slightly, signaling that he didn't have to worry, and looked up and down at the previous generation of Wu Kui, who had been retiring from the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years:

"Linghu seniors have won awards. As far as I know, Linghu's predecessor injured his qi veins in a fight with Lu Jieyun thirty years ago, and his martial arts were all wasted. Now that such a skill is so profound, can it be helped by a master? ”

Linghu Guanzhi naturally got the help of the masters, but these things obviously can't be dragged out completely, not to mention Long Zhengqing's matter, just digging the empress's ancestral grave and melting the sword, it is enough for the empress to crush his bones and scatter ashes.

Facing the inquiry of the Night Terror Hall, Ling Hu Guanzhi looked as usual:

"When I fought with Lu Jieyun, I did hurt my qi veins, but by luck, I found some snow lake flowers and cured the dark disease. Lost the ring, the old man has no face to walk the rivers and lakes again, so he can't go out of casting swords here, the night lord is an official of the imperial court, and he doesn't mention the private house for the time being, the old man is a swordsmith, casting a good sword, and the night lord also wants to rob it? ”

Night Terror Hall raised its eyes and gestured above:

"This is Xiaoshan Fort, not Jinhu Villa."

"The old man and Xiaoshanbao are world friends, and when you come to borrow this old furnace to forge a sword, you also need to greet the court first?"

"Of course not."

Night Terror turned around and walked to the weapon rack, and motioned to a group of soldiers on the sword stand:

"There are no less than three of the top ten famous swords on the rivers and lakes, and the official remembers that these swords are hidden by Long Zhengqing. Where is he? The Yamen had a case involving him, and he needed to ask him something. ”

After Ling Hu Guanzhi took it with one hand, his tone was tepid:

"Long Zhengqing is a ranger in the rivers and lakes, wandering all the year round, but he just stored his sword here, allowing the old man and Xiaoshan Fort to observe and learn from it, and the old man does not know where to go."

Seeing that Ling Hu Guanzhi was not cooperative, the Night Terror Hall was quite polite, and raised his hand to signal the tunnel leading to the outside:

"This sword is too special, I suspect that it is related to the Sword of the Son of Heaven, and it needs to be temporarily seized and handed over to the imperial court for inspection. Linghu seniors, please also go with this official, as long as it is confirmed afterwards that there is nothing suspicious, Long Zhengqing and the Green Bandits, Pingtian Sect, Beiliang and other forces are not implicated, the sword will be returned in full, and Ye will also come to the door in person to apologize for today's incident. Linghu senior, please. ”

The Night Terror Hall is a serious official, requiring the people to assist in investigating the case and detaining suspicious items and characters, all of which are legitimate rights granted by the imperial court.

If you are an innocent person, you are naturally not afraid of being invited to the yamen for tea.

But Linghu Guanzhi is obviously not innocent, if he followed the Night Terror Hall back to the yamen, he would have refused to arrest him for a trivial matter, and he could be found out into the nine clans.

Seeing that the Night Terror Hall raised the identity of the government, Hu Guanzhi was displeased:

"The martial artists of the rivers and lakes study hard and practice hard, and all they seek is to calm the grievances in their hearts. Lord Night broke into the forbidden land of the sect without evidence, and was broken and wanted to use his power to grab the sword and take people, if the old man was captured, how could he be worthy of his kung fu? ”

Seeing that Ling Hu Guan did not explain happily and refused to follow, and gave him a button, he knew that the foundation was not clean.

Because he didn't know how much he had done, and it was not easy to end with a broken arm and a broken leg, Night Terror turned his wrist lightly and handed the sword strip without a hilt to Fan Qinghe beside him:

"If you find something wrong, it is dereliction of duty not to find out the root cause, since your Excellency does not cooperate, then Ye can only take people according to the rules. Thinking that you are old and your weapons are broken, I don't take advantage of you, I also want to see that your Excellency's yin and yang are combined, and my Lei Gong Baji cannot be dissolved. ”

Linghu Guan stopped in place and kept his distance, because the sword was too domineering, and there was no way to prevent it from being invincible, and if he did it again, he was basically sending him to death, and he had been thinking about how to get out of this catastrophe during the chat.

Seeing that Night Terror Hall actually put down his sword and was about to exchange fists and kicks with him, his eyes suddenly changed.

When Linghu Guanzhi was twenty or thirty years old, he won the rivers and lakes with his inner kung fu of 'Yin and Yang Integration', and he was worse than Liu Qiansheng in terms of fists and feet.

Wanghailou lost to Lu Jieyun in the first battle, and Linghu Guanzhi was also woken up, and understood that no matter how long the weapon was, there was a time when the whip was out of reach, and when the qi pulse recovered, he no longer studied the weapon moves, and began to attack the inner door.

Although he is over seventy years old, the inner masters are different from the outer martial arts, they are both late bloomers, and the older they get, the more demonic they become.

Seeing that the night terror hall that was less than twenty years old, he dared to give up his blade and argue with him, so that Hu Guanzhi even regained the arrogance of being a martial arts leader back then, threw away the whip, and changed to a two-handed back:

"Lord Night is a little unbelievable."

Bang –

Before the words fell, the dark hall suddenly thundered.

The Night Terror Hall didn't see any qi accumulation, and his body suddenly crashed forward, and the distance was still more than a foot, so he slid his left foot into a lunge, and his right hand clenched into a fist, and his robe suddenly tightened:

"Drink ——!"

In the thunder explosion, the floor tiles under his feet cracked on the spot, and the strong wind brought up by the heavy fist broke through the broken whip cinders on the ground, like a brute dragon that suddenly crashed out, hitting the old man in front of him.

Linghu Guanzhi is very big behind his hands, but he does have the ability to hold big!

Facing the sudden arrival of the night terror, Ling Hu Guanzhi did not react at all, only raised his left hand and blocked the heavy punch with the palm of his hand.

This punch was implemented, even if the fox Guanzhi's body was not moving, the floor tiles and even the wall behind him had to be violently collapsed out of a long groove.

But what people didn't expect was that the punch that destroyed the city and shook the mountain fell in the palm of the palm without making any sound.

Ling Hu Guanzhi put a heavy punch on his left hand, and his figure floated backwards.

The night terror hall boxing method was learned from Liu Qiansheng, and when he saw this, he instantly turned into softness, and his heavy fist turned into an eagle's claw, wanting to clasp the opponent's wrist.

But Ling Hu Guanzhi was like a boneless flying flotsam, Night Terror's wrist rotated, and his whole person also rotated in the air, and he took advantage of the situation to pump his leg to the side of Night Terror's face.

This move is quite simple, Night Terror Hall faced Ling Hu Guanzhi, who was as light as a swallow, mainly beware of the opponent's finger attack acupoint, facing a leg drawn from the air, just raised his left arm to block, and at the same time advanced forward to press the middle door.

But what I didn't expect was that the whip leg that seemed to be volleying at random had a terrifying internal strength.

Boom –

The strong dragon's heavy legs smashed on his arm like a sweep, and the sleeve robe of Night Terror's left arm was shattered inch by inch, along with the crown of his hair and chest, and almost instantly turned into a naked upper body, and the whole person was immediately pumped out and crashed into the wall on the right.

Fan Qinghe watched not far away, and couldn't help but be surprised when she saw this, she had walked the rivers and lakes for many years, she had not seen a master who switched freely between rigidity and softness, but the master with half soft and half rigid body was indeed the first time in her life.

The difficulty of this move is indecent to practice cutting clouds in the lower body, practicing a thousand catties in the upper body, or embroidering with the left hand while swinging a heavy fist with the right hand, not to mention the luck vein, just coordinating the muscles so that they do not affect each other, can be nine out of nine martial artists in the world.

And normal martial artists are either as light as a swallow or as powerful as a python, and when they encounter this kind of ever-changing internal kung fu that combines rigidity and softness, it can be said that they are basically unable to deal with it.

Ling Hu Guanzhi looked old and thin, but his agility was amazing, and he turned around and pumped the night terror hall with one leg, and the whole person bounced up with his left hand, and stepped on the black blast furnace with both feet halfway.

Boom!

The blast furnace made a muffled sound like a bell, and the walls of the furnace immediately cracked, causing the fox to break out of the strings and chase after him before the night terror hall hit the wall, his right hand raised high like an eagle's claw to his neck.

Bang –

Night Terror's back hit the wall, and the wall suddenly appeared a sunken round pit, and in the face of the buckled eagle claws, he immediately raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

As a result, the palms touched, and the eagle claw of the right hand of the fox Guanzhi lost its strength, and he walked back and pulled back, and his left hand reached forward to resist a palm.

Boom!

Palms together.

As expected, the claw blow was light and powerless, but this palm was still like a mountain!

The Night Terror Hall relied on the astonishing speed of qi lifting, and the momentum instantly caught this palm, but the body volley definitely couldn't stop in place.

Boom –

The moment the palms touched, the Night Terror Hall had not yet left the body of the wall, and it sank back again, directly shattering the wall!

The masonry splattered with a bang, revealing a few bits of fire.

Night Terror Hall crashed into the room, and it can be seen that behind the stone room is a closed room, which is equipped with beds, tables, and chairs, which should be the place where Ling Hu Guanzhi sleeps on weekdays, but at this time, he has no time to pay attention to the details.

Ling Hu Guanzhi pushed out one palm, rushed into the hole like a shadow, and both palms collapsed forward at the same time, and then hit the chest and abdomen of the night terror.

Night Terror's feet were on the ground, and his palms had already come to him, and when he saw this, he suddenly lifted his breath, and his palms also collapsed forward.

Seeing this, Ling Hu Guanzhi's eyes were indifferent, his left hand quietly retracted, and his body leaned to the right, wanting to wait for the side of the Night Terror Hall's palms to fail, causing his body to be unbalanced when he rushed to the elbow and struck into his arms.

But after the palms touched, the eyes that made the fox look at Gujing Wubo suddenly changed.

I saw that the palms of the Night Terror Hall that seemed to explode with all their strength were actually one real and one virtual, exactly the same as him!

His right palm didn't make a strong shot, and his left hand didn't exert any force, and his body immediately staggered to the right side with inertia; And the same is true of the Night Terror Hall, where the two of them almost turned around, missing in the chest in an instant.

Linghu Guanzhi was not good, and his whole body shook violently and wanted to knock back the night terror hall with his left shoulder, but he was obviously a step too late.

The night terror hall hit two tricks in a row, and then discovered the doorway of yin and yang integration.

This kind of move of fighting left and right is indeed difficult for ordinary martial artists to deal with, but when he was in Shuiyun Sword Pond, he played the Cloud Interception Longitudinal Overlord Gun, but he didn't delve into these bells and whistles in the future.

Seeing that Linghu Guanzhi could play such a domineering effect, the night terror hall was also regarded as a mouthful, and there was no politeness at the moment, and he used his way to treat his body, staggered his position to seize the moment when Linghu Guanzhi was stunned, and his sideways body was a blow to the knee, hitting the left waist.

Boom!

This one is clearly a solid kick.

Ling Hu Guanzhi was full of swelling and filled his lungs, and he was not hit by a blow to his waist, but he definitely couldn't stand up, and flew out on the spot, hitting the wall where several calligraphy and paintings were hung.

Boom –

Masonry Splash!

The dozens of masters present in the main hall of Xiaoshan Fort heard the strange noise behind them one after another, and they were all looking back blankly.

Xiao Zongyuan and Ling Hu Rengang had already gotten up, knowing that it must be something wrong with the secret room where the old village master was cultivating, and they wanted to get up and go back to check.

As a result, as soon as the two of them stood up, they found that the portrait of the patriarch hanging in the main hall was swollen from it, and then exploded.

Bang!

The offering table placed on the steps was instantly torn apart and turned into broken wood, and a strong force gushed out, overturning the nearby tables and chairs.

Whew—

Xiao Zongyuan, the Three Peerless Immortals and others can also be regarded as masters, and they dodged left and right when they noticed that something was wrong, but Rao was like this, and he was still smashed by broken bricks and sawdust.

Before the others could show their horror, a large hole had been blown into the wall.

A shadow shot out, piercing the two-zhang dome from the bottom to the top, but instead of flying out, it grabbed the girder with one hand and forcibly stopped the figure.

Click-

The dome of the main hall shook visibly, and countless broken tiles fell.

Before everyone in the hall could see what was flying, they noticed that the figure above had turned back again.

Inside the hole, Night Terror kicked through the wall without any pause, and stomped on the ground with both feet, rushing into the main hall with four huge pillars, and crashing into the returning Linghu Guanzhi in the air.

Ling Hu Guanzhi really didn't expect the night terror hall to be so terrifying, and he figured out the crux of the trick twice, and he could even give it back to him as it was.

Although the moves are extremely rough, the ability to sharpen the spear like this is more outrageous than the indestructible sword just now for him who has studied this way for many years.

After only exchanging three moves, he was regained the upper hand by the Night Terror Hall, so that Hu Guanzhi knew that he was definitely not an opponent, and he had already made a move, and he had a chance to take back the sword bar and escape after killing the Night Terror Hall, and if he was held back by the Night Terror Hall, ten lives would not be enough to die for these things he helped Long Zhengqing do.

For this reason, Ling Hu Guanzhi also played ruthlessly, pulled back his body with one arm to buckle the housing beam, and saw that the night terror hall attacked again, and raised his hand is a palm.

Night Terror Hall is connected with one palm, and secretly relies on listening to the wind palm to judge the virtual and the real, so as to be flexible.

But what he didn't expect was that when the air turned back, the moment the two palms were about to collide, the left hand placed on the side of the waist suddenly flipped lightly, and then:

Phew-

There was a cold light in the lobby.

The three-foot soft sword wrapped around his waist popped out, like a snow-bright swimming snake, straight through the throat of the night terror.

？！

Seeing this, the night terror hall was terrified, and the murderous aura in his eyes was also suddenly revealed, and it was difficult to move in mid-air, so he forcibly grabbed the soft sword that was about to touch the throat with his right hand, and raised the sword finger with his left hand, gathered all his strength at one point, and stabbed forward with all his strength.

Sa!

Linghu Guanzhi soft sword was captured, and his wrist immediately shook, and a ripple visible to the naked eye appeared on the three-foot soft sword, spreading towards the tip of the sword, trying to shatter the palm of the Night Terror Hall with a whip method; In the face of the stabbing finger, the right hand is raised, and the force is unloaded in four or two.

But Ling Hu Guanzhi obviously didn't understand how terrifying the explosive power was to scare the night terror hall out of the stress reaction with a yin trick.

Ling Hu Guanzhi leaned his right hand towards the sword finger that was stabbing him, but found that it was like leaning on the iron spear that stabbed with all his might, Rao was not despised by half a point, and he only missed less than half an inch.

Linghu Guan stopped his qi and filled his limbs with hundreds of remains, his fists and feet were difficult to shake, and he hit important acupuncture points with one finger, and he normally snorted at most and suffered some internal injuries.

But at this time, the sword was pointed at the chest, but it was like a hob like butter, directly piercing into the flesh, and the energy exploded in the chest, and the back instantly exploded into a bloody mist.

Boom!

Under the blow, Ling Hu Guan coughed up blood in the air, and the whole person flew backwards and hit the beam, and then fell to the floor.

After a move in the Night Terror Hall, he grabbed the soft sword with his bare hands and flew back, flipped the soft sword halfway and held it in his hand, and landed outside the hole in the main hall, until his body stopped, his body was still tense, and his eyes were full of anger.

Thump~

Boom la la la......

The body fell to the ground along with the tiles.

The sudden turmoil stopped abruptly in the blood mist.

The warriors in the main hall were so frightened that they all escaped from the main hall, only a few useless, so frightened that they sat on the ground, their faces pale and hurriedly crawled back.

The young disciple who was fighting in the ring outside the door was stunned on the spot, looking back at the main hall that was in a mess for an instant, and he didn't see what happened at all.

"Ahem—"

Ling Hu Guanzhi fell to the floor, his chest was pierced, his abdominal organs were almost shattered, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't speak at all, but his eyes were blood-red and stared at the night terror, his eyes were full of disbelief.

After all, he only broke the defense of his inner martial arts, and directly pierced it, in his opinion, only the three immortals on the mountain could do it, and he couldn't figure out what kind of move this was in the Night Terror Hall.

Night Terror Hall was in danger just now, and he used the sword to point at the dragon qi sword, and he could really use it, and the effect was so domineering, he was also a little surprised in his heart, and after making sure that Ling Hu Guanzhi couldn't get up, he also looked at his fingers.

Because the two fought for only a moment, people inside and outside the main hall were fleeing for their lives, and they hadn't figured out the situation yet.

And Fan Qinghe didn't dare to get too close, so he rushed out of the hole at this time and said angrily:

"You despicable villain, you actually drew your sword and plotted!"

"Ahem—"

Ling Hu Guanzhi was not just seriously injured, his abdominal organs were all shattered by the qi, and he didn't have to live at all, his face turned purple red at an extremely fast rate, and he coughed up more and more blood.

Seeing that Linghu Guanzhi drew his sword and plotted by any means, and wanted to take his life directly, he knew that there was a big matter behind him, and he was found dead, so he wanted to kill him and escape as soon as possible.

Night Terror Hall also wanted to find out what happened, but in a critical situation, he poked his finger over, Ling Hu Guanzhi was obviously helpless, and his palm and ribs were also injured, and after a slight glance inside and outside the main hall, he stuck the soft sword on the ground:

"Forget it, let's go."

Fan Qinghe saw that the night terror hall was full of blood, and he didn't dare to delay, carrying the dragon sword and sword strip, and quickly flew out of the main hall......

(End of chapter)