The east wind is not worried about blowing, and spring can provoke hatred for a long time.

The small courtyard under the steep spring night, the fierce collision is just a breath, it seems to divide the victory and defeat, and the cold wind blows through at night, as if it has caused a long resentment.

This resentment naturally came from Hu Jingang who fell to the ground, and he hated the nobleman who asked him to kill the young man, and the coachman outside the alley.

From the moment the young man's fetal breath was revealed, when he played chopsticks like a flying sword, he was hazy and had a bad premonition.

The mistake in the intelligence made him angry in his heart, but it was not impossible to complete the battle with qi and blood.

However, when the meditating boy got up and turned into a tiger, and the qi and blood that grew and flowed from the membrane meridians were stronger than him, and the momentum was more majestic than him, Hu Jingang had the mind to scold his mother.

What kind of garbage information is this, it doesn't pay for people to die!

The young man was full of qi and blood, his momentum was like a colorful tiger, and in an instant confrontation, Hu Jingang was defeated, which shows that the forging method that the young man learned must be of extremely high grade, and it is by no means comparable to what he has learned.

Refining the fetal breath of the gods, forging the body is also the perfection of qi and blood, and the other party's cultivation method is of a higher grade, what else is this killing?

Under one move, Hu Jingang was beaten upside down, and his back was slippery against the ground, but after all, he was experienced, and a carp stood up from the ground.

The boy is coming to kill in the form of a bird!

The five birds are forged, the tiger is fierce, the bear is steady, the deer and the ape are all smart, and the bird is like a sword, which is the best match for the peace and happiness that now has the self-transforming "natural swordsman" Dao fruit.

Although there is no sword in his hand, he is shot out in a bird style, like a sword in his hand!

The qi and blood in the meridians pushed the generating force, and before Hu Jingang, who stood up, could react, An Le was already close to his body with a deer-like agility, and his sword-like palm slashed his chest one after another.

Hu Jingang flew sideways again, fell to the ground hard, the skin membrane was blurred, the sternum was broken, the organs protected by the bones seemed to be cracked, the corners of the mouth overflowed with blood, the face was dark, and there was no power to resist.

An Le ended in a bird-like manner, looking at Hu Jingang indifferently, and the excitement in his heart slowly calmed down.

The battle can be said to be crushing, and the five birds and tigers under the blessing of fifteen wisps of years of qi have risen greatly, coupled with the consummation of qi and blood, a slap down, like a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, Hu Jingang was almost shot to death.

Supplemented by a sword-like bird-like combo, Hu Jingang was completely beaten like a sandbag.

An Le understands that there is a gap between the two and this gap between the two, and this gap is ...... From the practice of practice.

It's like Hu Jingang's "Zhao Zuchang Fist Castration Version" and An Le's "Five Birds Forging Body Skills" against each other, and they are naturally not unjustly beaten.

The leaves of the locust tree rustle in the cold wind of the spring night.

An Le grabbed the thick-backed broadsword on the ground that was used as a secret weapon by Hu Jingang, the knife was quite heavy, but with An Le's current strength and blood, it was not difficult to catch it.

"Little brother, can you spare my life?"

Hu Jingang said while spilling blood.

An Le dragged the knife and walked to his side, looking at Hu Jingang who fell to the ground, condescending.

"Reason." Ann Ledao.

"I can give you all my family resources, a total of eighteen Yuan Lingtong treasures, hidden in a secret place, if I live, I can take them with you." Hu Jingang endured the pain of broken bones and said slowly.

"Only eighteen? Poor ghost, I made a painting for the Lin Mansion, and the pen fee was ten Yuan Ling Tong Bao. ”

An Le held the knife, glanced at him, and said in his heart.

Hu Jingang was silent.

On the ground, his eyes were round with anger, and he bit the tip of his tongue, and the qi and blood on his body surged, and he bounced up from the ground, crashing into An Le like lightning, wanting to take advantage of An Le's relaxation to fight to the death.

Laugh at!

However, An Le's heart was tense, and he had already taken precautions, and kicked on the thick-backed broadsword he was holding, and the broadsword was thrown up, cutting through the arc of a star pendant, and a huge head was wrapped in thin qi and blood, and rose to the sky!

The blood gradually stained An Le's white clothes, making An Le's cold face tremble slightly.

It was his first killing, but it would never be the last.

Hu Jingang's head fell to the ground, and his body also lost momentum, and he fell straight back, and the muffled sound lingered in the spring night.

Blood flowed all over the small courtyard, accompanied by a slight gasp for relief, and there was a lot of slaughter.

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Qingbo Street, the silence is still there, and the lights of several houses are extinguished, and I fall asleep.

There are no pedestrians on the streets, not even cats that like to walk alone in the dark.

The carriage was parked quietly, and the coachman sat on the carriage, slowly opening his eyes, and the wind and waves blowing in the alleys were wrapped in pungent blood.

The face under the coachman's hat was hidden in the darkness, and his expression and emotions could not be seen.

When he entered the courtyard in the alley, his mental perception was swept away by the strong qi and blood of the two people, and he couldn't observe it clearly.

He is quite strong in forging his body, but he is only in the fetal breath of refining his gods.

The fetal breath can barely be peeked out, but it is like a ghost, afraid of the things of the great sun, and the far it spreads, the control is low, and it is easier to be scattered by a rush.

"Dead?"

The coachman sniffed the smell of blood in the air, was it the blood of the teenager?

He looked at the dark alley that had not been pampered by Starlight and Moonlight.

The sound of knives rubbing against the ground in the alley was heard, accompanied by footsteps.

The coachman's burly body slowly straightened, raised his head slightly, and his face under the hat gradually became clear, looking at the alley, welcoming Hu Jingang's return.

If Hu Jingang killed the boy, he would have to escort Hu Jingang out of Lin'an Mansion, and he couldn't lose his reputation.

Suddenly, the coachman stiffened as he grabbed the reins, and a flash of disbelief flashed in his pupils.

Because, it was not Hu Jingang who slowly broke through the darkness in the alley and walked out!

It was a teenager dressed in blood-stained white.

Dragged the knife in one hand, and grabbed a dead head in the other.

Ink-like blood dripped from the incision in his skull, and the boy stepped out of the thick darkness of the alley.

The west wind of Mo Dao is more slaughtering, and there are yellow flowers everywhere on the sidelines!

The young man at this moment, with a chilling murderous intent, is like a green blade that is three inches out of the sheath and blooms coldly.

The coachman's eyes widened slightly, and his breathing became a little shorter.

The young man stood at the entrance of Taimiao Lane like this, with a smile on the corner of his lips, his white clothes stained with a few traces of red plum-like blood, looking at the familiar burly coachman sitting on the wheel of the gorgeous carriage.

"Sure enough......"

An Le seemed to be sudden, as if he was sneering.

Hu Jingang came to kill him, and it was not by chance that this criminal who should have been captured by the black government was rescued by the so-called nobleman, and then turned into a knife held by the nobleman to kill him.

For Hu Jingang to be willing to kill, there must be some promise.

Perhaps it was the life of a young man who was exchanged for the life of a sinner whose hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of lives.

However, this time, the young man beheaded the sinner with his own strength and broke the knife handed by the nobleman, and the situation was much better than last time.

Smack.

The boy threw his head, which crossed the parabola, landed in front of the carriage, rolled on the ground for a few weeks, and struck the wheel before stopping.

The coachman didn't even look at the head on the ground, but stared at the boy from a distance, and saw the ridicule and murder in the boy's eyes.

In the spring rain that day, the young man's backbone was like a bamboo, proud of the world, even if it was the coercion of the gentleman, it was difficult to make him lower his eyebrows and bend his waist, and the picture jumped into the coachman's mind again.

The constricted pupils slowly relaxed, and a touch of murderous intent burst out from the coachman's eyes.

He really wanted to kill this young man now to prevent future troubles.

But the coachman didn't dare.

On that day, Mrs. Hua twisted 3,000 grains of spring rain, and just one grain shattered his hat, maybe his head, but it was just another grain of rain with a snap of his fingers.

Mr. said that Mrs. Hua wanted to be the protector of this young man, and since he was a protector, then if he bullied the weak, he would not conform to the rules and be killed, and Mr. would not even seek justice for him.

An Le looked at the burly coachman sitting on the wheel, Luo Qingchen's coachman, slowly raised the thick-backed broadsword in his hand, the qi and blood in his body suddenly became strong, his heart surged, and the artistic conception of the "Sword Waterfall Map" was flowing in front of him, and the big knife in his hand seemed to be a sword.

Suddenly thrown out, the big knife roared towards the carriage with a straight momentum.

The coachman saw the big knife roaring, under the skin, the heat wave was rolling, and the qi and blood were running, just like a fire in the oven, refining a blood pill!

With five fingers, he grabbed the big knife thrown by An Le, and smashed the knife on the wheel, and the coachman let out a breath of turbidity, not looking at the young man.

The reins were whipped and the rhythm sounded, and the red date horse pulled the cart with its hooves, and the wheels mercilessly ran over the head, slowly disappearing into the dark and quiet night of Qingbo Street.

An Le watched the carriage leave, then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

And after the carriage drove out of Qingbo Street.

The driver collapsed and collapsed on the wheels with deep fear in his eyes.

Just now, if he really shot to kill An Le, I am afraid that he will be wiped out by a sword intent in an instant, and that sword intent is everywhere, against his throat, and the sword intent will disperse when he leaves Qingbo Street.

"That sword intent, is it Mrs. Lin Fuhua? There is only Mrs. Flower...... I never thought that Mrs. Hua really valued this young man so much......"

"What the gentleman said is really true, and I have to go back and report it carefully immediately."

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The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold.

On the silent Qingbo Street, an old man in plain clothes stood quietly with a bamboo cane, squinting at the direction of the carriage leaving.

"Even if you are a coachman, if you deceive my little friend with your qi and blood inner pill, you will have to add another head to the ground."

The old man's long eyebrows flew in the wind, and he turned around and slowly walked towards the brightly lit Taimiao in the distance.

In the cold night and spring breeze, there are old people chuckling.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind ...... from east to west, north and south"

"An Xiaoyou wants to reach this realm, tsk, it's a long way."

ps: I ask everyone to read it, I can continue the life of the book, and the recommended ticket and monthly pass are also supported~