There is a gazebo on the long street called Hanlu,

It is named because it was completed on September 20.

Hanlu Pavilion is the only place on this street that can shelter from the rain, and it is also the intersection of two long streets, so if there are thieves attacking, you should have an unobstructed view.

The same is true for the thief.

Seeing this, Lonely did not hesitate and walked straight to the pavilion, leaning on the pillar of the pavilion alone and waiting quietly, Luo Congee put away the black umbrella and followed behind him, and also found a place to sit down.

"Now the third watch is almost over."

"I don't know if those thieves will come yet......

Luo Congee looked at the empty long street and muttered, he was still a little apprehensive at the beginning, after all, no one knew how crazy those thieves were.

But when Dugu's predecessors are around, he expects those thieves to come more, after all, for himself, it is all the luck value of white flowers.

"According to your style,"

"I'm afraid there's no possibility of not coming......"

The lonely senior remembered this son's behavior in the Feng Mansion and sighed lightly, if he didn't come tonight, I was afraid that he would have to lead a large team of people to the door of the house in the near future.

There's still a little bit of life here,

If you don't come, you will definitely die,

In this way, how can you not come?

"The younger generation is just afraid that those thieves will come less......"

"If it is like that Feng Mansion, there are only one hundred and ten dead soldiers, which is not enough for the predecessors to kill with one sword, I am afraid that the seniors will raise their eyes and look around at a loss as soon as they raise their swords, and they will not have enough fun to kill......"

"If the guests invited are all stinky fish and rotten shrimp of four or five grades in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that I will stain the hands of my predecessors and lose the ......reputation of my predecessors."

Luo Congee took over the conversation and sighed one after another.

The rivers and lakes of this world are very big,

The realm of cultivation is far apart,

Like Na Ding Xiu, in the ceiling of combat power in the embroidered spring knife, a person in the open area easily moistened a team of elite Jurchen iron horsemen who were skilled in arching horses and could shoot and slash, and there was no bullshit, and it was only a four-grade cultivation when converted.

If it is calculated according to the realm of Cao Gonggong's three products, there are more than a dozen Ding Xiu who are surrounded and killed together, and it is probably around three or seven open.

Minister Cao Gong exerted three points of strength,

More than a dozen Ding Xiu ran seven, seven, eight, eight.

……

For practitioners,

The difference between a realm is a thousand miles.

As for the realm of the second grade?

Luo Congee had never seen them make a move before, but he knew that when he was in Feng Mansion earlier, Senior Dugu casually threw out a sword from a distance of a hundred zhang.

The mighty sword qi tore through the entire hall, not to mention, it also brought a hundred and ten dead soldiers with it, and there were four or five Ding Xiu to add to it.

It's not that it's hypocritical, it's just that after watching Dugu's predecessor sword shoot, it will inevitably make Luo Congee's vision a little higher.

"It's hard for you to worry about the old man."

Dugu's predecessor couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, and his eyes also fell on Luo Congee, who was bored waiting, and actually leaned on the gazebo with his hands and pillows to look at the signboard of the shop on the street leisurely.

"The seniors naturally have to use more heart to produce swords for the younger generations."

"What's more, it's the first time in this life that the younger generation has witnessed the demeanor of a second-grade sword immortal, if there are too few people killed, and it's not exciting enough, it will end hastily, wouldn't it be a loss to grandma's family, senior, did you say yes or no?"

Luo Congee laughed cheekily, maybe he didn't even notice it, and there was lingering anger in his joking words.

"To borrow a phrase from you, there are so many injustices in the world, and there are always one sword at a time, and there are many opportunities for the old man to come out with a sword."

Lonely and defeated, looking still leisurely, Luo Congee muttered.

"Knock—knock, knock, knock."

"It's cold and ...... freezing"

While the two were chatting,

There was a sound of beating in the distance.

The sound of bangzi is fast and slow, and before you know it, it is already the fourth watch, and the fourth watch is ugly, also known as the rooster's crow, which is ranked in the second hour of the twelve.

It is also the time of the day when people sleep the deepest, throughout the ages, most thieves like to take advantage of this hour to make trouble, so it is also known as the time when the rooster cries and the dog steals.

When the piercing sound just fell,

The gong stopped abruptly before it sounded,

"Here ......

Lonely and defeated, he said softly.

"How many seniors came?"

Luo Congee suddenly became interested when he heard the sound.

"No less than a thousand."

"Among them, there is one person in the third grade, and more than ten people in the fourth grade......"

Dugu sought defeat and looked into the distance.

People have not yet understood.

For catching swordsmen who are known for their killing,

Perception is the most acute.

You must know that the killing intent of those dead people cannot be concealed no matter what, not to mention the vigorous blood qi in the bodies of those who have been cultivating for a long time.

“......”

"This battle,"

"It's really enough to look up to the official."

Hearing this, Luo Congee turned over and sat up, staring ahead.

apparently

The enemies also spotted the two men in the pavilion.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

At this time, it was no longer the sound of beating the watch, but the dull sound of the soles of the boots hitting the ground, and the idle atmosphere in the original pavilion suddenly became depressed.

Hundreds of figures had already appeared directly opposite the long street, all of them were men in armor and halberds, and because there were too many people, they had to line up.

From a distance, the black oppression was like ocean waves, layered on top of each other, and when they marched together, they shook the sawdust of the shops on the street.

Although the queue of these dead soldiers is not as neat as that of the sharp soldiers in the army, the killing intent on their bodies is still a few points better, and they can feel a cold death intent from a long distance.

But that's far from the end.

"Click, click......"

Around the pavilion, there was the constant sound of cloth boots stepping on the waterlogged green bricks and then quickly lifting, accompanied by the extremely subtle sound of drawing knives.

Unlike those who wore armor and halberds, they were all dressed in light cloth clothes, and had nothing but a long knife in their hands and a short dagger hidden in their waists.

Luo Congee watched silently in the pavilion, the lightly clothed dead soldiers who kept pouring in from all directions gathered more and more, looking at the black head, I am afraid that there are no less than a thousand people, and the originally wide long street is also extremely crowded at this moment.

The momentum is indescribable, but it does exist, and for Luo Congee, it is the best proof at the moment, that is, there is a murderous aura in the air.

If the eyes of the dead soldiers gathered around give people the feeling that the murderous aura is overwhelming,

Then the gaze of those masters of the rivers and lakes gave them the feeling of being like a cone thorn, like more than ten sharp cones inserted into their bodies, although there was no real pain, they were uncomfortable.

Luo Congee looked up by the moonlight,

I don't know when, on the rooftops on both sides of the street, there were four more swordsmen dressed in lily clothes and hats, all dressed in black, staring at him coldly.

Not far away, there were three swordsmen dressed in green clothes and holding sharp long swords, standing with swords in several specific directions, faintly forming a sword formation to encompass the two people in the pavilion.

Besides

There are also several men with a deep aura of various weapons, who are hiding in the rainy night, and their cold eyes like jackals make people feel cold all over their bodies.

When an old monk with a vajra appeared on a tall building across the long street, all the dead soldiers who were besieging and killing moved in unison as if they had received some kind of signal.

On the long street,

Crowds,

Iron halberds like forests,

There are only two people outside the long pavilion, a sword!