The night breeze in Situ Jianzhuang was blowing, the fighting in the rivers and lakes resounded through the bright moon, and the white-faced handsome Taoist looked at Cao Mengning with a smiling face.

His old face was gloomy, his eyes were as wide as goshawks, and he wanted to see if there was an old fellow hidden in his young face, and he suspected that he was still old and young by some kind of rebellious tactic.

"Fifteen or sixteen-year-old Grandmaster Realm?"

After a few breaths, there is still no result, no matter the qi and blood and age, they are fifteen or sixteen years old, how can they become a grandmaster in their teens?

Zhao Zhengli was impatient, after all, this old guy had a lot of fun beating the two little grandmasters just now, a weird smile appeared on his white face, and then he squeezed his fist in the air and blasted at Cao Mengning.

"Bang!"

The fist of the true qi transformation was like thunder rolling in, and the old man Cao Mengning reacted quickly, placing the sword across his chest to resist the fierce punch, and then drew the sword sideways to slash Zhao Zhengli's arm, and the white-faced Taoist Zhao Zhengli retreated in the air, and the formed sword qi swept directly in front of him, slashing on the table more than ten meters long in the courtyard below, only to hear the crisp sound of "click", which broke in an instant, and the residual sword qi even left an arm-wide groove on the floor tiles.

Many people in the rivers and lakes also secretly rejoiced that they flashed quickly, otherwise they would have fallen in half on their bodies.

The people who reacted paid attention to the volley. The bandit hero didn't take advantage of the weapon.

"Do heroes need weapons?"

Four or five Jianghu people both threw their weapons.

"My old Song has a Xuantie heavy sword and am willing to borrow it."

"My old woman Ding has a nine-foot dragon to borrow."

"I, Dong Laoer, have a long-handled meniscus knife to borrow."

Zhao Zhengli was also not polite, and grabbed the long-handled meniscus knife: "Thank you!" ”

Then he held the handle of the knife with both hands and twisted his body to slash from the bottom to the top, and the transformation true qi that was nearly a few feet bright in the night sky seemed to be about to split the sky. There is a sound of "whirring" in mid-air.

"Broken"

Cao Mengning couldn't avoid it in the sky above, and he also swung a sword downwards with all his strength, and the sword shadow that was several meters long collided with the sword shadow that was going up against the sky, making a piercing roar, and the true qi of the two sides collided and shattered better than the bonfire in the courtyard below, and the night sky shook.

The aftermath left dozens of people below unstable and staggering. No one was afraid of the battle in the Grandmaster Realm, and they couldn't believe that one of them was only a little over ten years old.

Dong Lao Er, who borrowed the long-handled meniscus broadsword, was shocked and speechless, and couldn't believe that his weapon had such power.

The two of them have moved to the wall in the sky, the swords collided, and the true qi of the transformation left countless afterimages in the night sky, the black-robed Cao Mengning took off the "dragonfly and water" and stabbed "a sword to seal the throat", and the long-robed Zhao Zhengli carried a knife with the "sweeping leg" to raise the knife and split the "sky-breaking style".

After a few rounds of fighting, dozens of moves have passed, and the wall is even more potholed, and it has been fought outside the manor wall, and in the dark night, only the aftermath of the collision of swords and the transformation of the sky into true qi can be heard.

At this time, Situ Jianzhuang was nearing the end, after all, they were all in the realm of small grandmasters, and they were outnumbered, and the black-robed people were beheaded one by one under the wheel battle.

There were also casualties among the Jianghu people, the strong man Lao Yue left bloody wounds on his arm and shoulder, the two sisters of Bihua Jian were also injured internally, Hu Hai and Situ were hit by Cao Mengning earlier and were injured internally, and they were guarded later and did not participate in the battle.

Compared with the people in the rivers and lakes who helped, it was much more tragic, three people died, and the other two lost their arms and swords in their waists.

The Situ family was busy bandaging and healing, and Lao Yue was also the target of the bandage, and he didn't have the slightest worry about the bloody wound, but instead jumped up to the wall to watch the battle between the two grandmasters.

Everyone jumped on the wall, or walked out of the courtyard, the two grandmasters entered the white-hot stage, the black-robed old man Cao Mengning cast a blow to the "Whirlwind Seven Star Sword", he held the sword and rotated in the air, the true qi was blessed, and the sword light was entangled, like the vision of a sword turning into seven swords, and his body was like a fierce wind with sword intent, stirring up the flying sand and stones to hit Zhao Zhengli directly.

Zhao Daochang clenched the crescent moon knife with both hands, and made all his strength volley and slashed down, which is the "fearlessness" in the "guarding nothing and causing nothing" in the six Dao people Pu Wei, and "turning ten thousand together".

Zhao Daochang can't turn into "ten thousand", and he can't turn into the "thousands" that his senior brother Pu Wei killed the bandits back then, but dozens or hundreds can still do it, only to see him spin around and slash down hundreds of true qi sword shadows, and then overlap and fall into a knife, steadily slashing on the seven long swords carried by the storm.

。 On the eve of everything dissipating, Zhao Zhengli swept sideways with the long handle of the crescent moon knife, and smashed on the back of Cao Mengning's neck, and the silent night sky came with the sound of bones "clicking" and shattering.

The person also fell to the ground, and Cao Mengning, who was hit hard in the back of the neck, put away his sword and killed him with a muffled voice, and was cut off by Zhao Daochang, who had a cold face, and cut off the arm holding the sword.

"Ahh

The screams and howls resounded in the night sky, and the battle between the wall and the outside of the courtyard also felt that the arms were cold, and at this moment, everyone looked at the white-faced boy like a demon god in fear.

Zhao Zhengli didn't waste extra movements, he turned the blade after a knife, and at this moment Cao Mengning's face finally showed fear, it was the fear of death, and before he could speak, he saw the blade push forward, the head fell to the ground, and the howl stopped abruptly.

"Poof!"

Cao Mengning's neck was like a fountain, and the spectators involuntarily shrank their necks, vaguely feeling fine sweat.

The noisy night was so quiet, even the summer insect chirping disappeared, and there was silence, and Zhao Zhengli outside Situ Jianzhuang walked to the audience with a long-handled crescent moon broadsword dripping blood.

Everyone's pupils shrank and their muscles tightened, even if Zhao Daochang was white and handsome, with a kind smile on his face, he still couldn't offset the terrifying strength that he had just erupted, and he gave way to the gate from a long distance.

The white Daochang Zhao first politely returned the long-handled crescent moon broadsword, and Dong Lao Er took his weapon tremblingly, and his excited heart was like accepting a gift, only then did he realize that the blade was missing and could not be a knife, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Zhengli found the problem, raised his hand and grabbed Cao Mengning's saber in the air, it was already an ownerless thing, after fighting for so long, this sword was as new as ever, so he handed the long sword to Dong Laoer: "I'm sorry, I broke your big sword, can I use this sword to compensate?" ”

Dong Lao Er naturally knows the goods, this is a high-grade weapon, although it is not as good as the weapon spectrum ranking, but it is far better than his broadsword, even if he is not good at making a sword, he will have money to spare if he changes it to a brand-new meniscus broadsword. He looked at the long sword, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Enough, enough!" Immediately woke up again: "No, no, no, it is my second blessing to be able to borrow a knife for you." ”

Dong Lao Er is obviously in his thirties and forties, but he calls a teenager "you", which would definitely be laughed at in the past, but today no one feels inappropriate, this is the "honorific title" brought by the realm.

Zhao Daochang didn't talk nonsense to him, he directly stuffed the long sword into his arms, and then walked into Situ Jianzhuang, at this moment, everyone didn't dare to take half a step in front of him.

The manor was cleaned, all the seats and benches were removed, and there were no traces of a fight in the open courtyard. The five bandit heroes were honored as guests.

For her, there were still a few jokes in the rivers and lakes earlier, but after this moment, she really admired it, after all, the three leading bandits in Shu saw one of them killed with their own eyes today, and in the past, she Situ Qing didn't dare to think that anyone could shake the minions of the grandmaster realm of the county guard.

Situ Jianzhuang almost knelt down to serve the white-faced grandmaster, looking at his indifferent face, he felt as deep as a cold pool, what was the power behind him?

The people of Shu are hopeful, and the rivers and lakes are hopeful!

Today, everyone was really angry, and they urgently needed to rest, and they didn't have too many greetings, Situ Qing asked his subordinates to vacate the most luxurious and quiet courtyard for the young and handsome grandmaster to live in, and the other four people were also ready to go to the courtyard.

Some of the rest of the people in the rivers and lakes stayed overnight, and some chose to leave, and the battle situation of this night was destined to spread to every corner of the rivers and lakes with their departure.

Although Zhao Zhengli lived in the best courtyard of Situ Jianzhuang, he didn't have time to appreciate and taste, and plunged into the inner room, he didn't have any scars on the surface of this battle tonight, due to the huge overdraft of his true qi, his spirit was sluggish, and he needed to quickly settle down.

In this battle, he had some understanding of the "Tao", but he did not understand it deeply.

Through the fighting, it was roughly guessed that Cao Mengning, the old man, was at least above the middle grade of the grandmaster, which was one grade higher than Li Zhanyi, the guest of the Yu family.

Seeing that his moves are like Taoism and Buddhism, I don't know where to practice Taoism.

He was very curious, why didn't Li Zhanyi show up with such a big movement? Because he noticed that the Yu family Keqing had been nearby.

What he has a headache at the moment is that someone will soon investigate his identity, and when it is revealed that he is from the Qingcheng faction, he doesn't know if it will bring trouble to the sect?

But the discerning people have already seen the clues, and it is not a secret that the Yu family swaggered to Qingcheng Mountain.

The only thing that can be solved at the moment is to settle this task quickly, but does it mean that the experience of going down the mountain is over?

Thinking of the young and handsome Zhao Daochang here, he lost the slightest interest.