Seeing Zhao Cripple catching up so quickly, Liang Hai's face was as pale as paper. Looking around, the other party was just a few people who had already killed the disciples of their Baye Leaf Sect.

"Commander Zhao, many, I haven't seen you for many years. I can't help myself! Back then..."

"Less nonsense! Anyway, he is a great grandmaster, show some fighting spirit, otherwise it will be boring to fight! ”

The crutch in Zhao's left hand is not an ornament, and it is still dripping with blood.

Back then, Baye Sect was on the verge of defection, and he Liang Hai was also one of the decision-makers. Today, fifteen years later, facing these 'old friends' of Daqi again is not that he can't bear it, but that he is really afraid.

"Commander Zhao, I have no intention of fighting against you, everyone is a big Qi..."

Zhao Cripple suddenly interrupted, "You are not worthy!" The bloodthirsty light in his eyes bloomed, and the crutch in his hand was supported, and the whole person burst out with a powerful aura, and a punch roared.

Liang Hai originally wanted to delay time, even if he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

He also wanted to say that he had important news! But now it seems that his news can only be held in his stomach first, and he will have a chance to say it if he is alive.

"Bang!"

Palm-to-fist! Liang Hai flew out upside down, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. But this is not the end, Zhao Cripple's second punch has already followed, and he has to mobilize all the breath in his body to instill it in the palm of his hand!

Liang Hai can sit firmly in the position of the elder of the Bayeux Sect, of course, it is not by betrayal, and he also has some strength under his hands. Under the collision of the second fist and the palm, Liang Hai directly stuck to Zhao Cripple's fist, and under his left hand, he had already prepared, and a thin sword stretched out from his sleeve and stabbed directly towards Zhao Cripple's eyes.

"Ding!"

He has weapons, and Zhao Cripple naturally also has crutches, and the rapier is blocked by crutches. A sneer appeared on Zhao Cripple's face, "I knew fifteen years ago that you were a despicable villain!" ”

The moment he blocked the thin sword, Zhao Cripple's sticky fist suddenly exploded like a knife. Liang Hai didn't even react, and Zhao Cripple's words were still echoing in his ears.

"Poof!"

There was a burning pain in the palm of his hand, and he hurriedly gathered his mind, and retracted his sword and wanted to retreat.

But Zhao's lame leg kicked directly at his chest.

Liang Hai, who was kicked by a kick, stabbed the sword with a wave of his hand, and actually made a crisp sound.

He never thought that a lame leg could be so powerful. He looked down at his chest in disbelief, a bloody hole in his chest was trickling like flowing water, and his heart was directly shattered!

Zhao's lame leg is half a prosthetic leg at all, a prosthetic leg made of materials to make the body of the Black Spirit Spear!

Invincible!

An ancestor of the Baye Leaf Sect, the Great Grandmaster of the Nine Realms, was killed by Zhao Cripple of the same realm in just two moves.

Who will believe it?

For Zhao Cripple, killing Liang Hai really didn't take too many tricks. The gap between the two is so big that they are not in the realm. And in the true breath in his heart, Liang Hai has already embarked on the road of dead-end, and there is no hope for ten realms in this life. Whether it is the heart qi or the true qi, it is failing.

But Zhao Cripple is different, he has only broken through the realm for a few years, and he is in the prime of life. Don't look at the physical disability, but the real breath in the chest has been held for more than ten years.

The combat power that erupted was by no means comparable to that of ordinary Nine Realms.

Two sects, one sect master and one ancestor died in an instant. The other disciples, who had no intention of fighting, became even more desperate and began to flee in all directions.

But the six people behind them were like tigers breaking out of the cage, chasing after them.

Vow to kill them all!

......

Across the eastern part of the mountain forest.

The old Taoist priest looked back at the small village that was flooded by fire at the foot of the hillside, and felt extremely guilty. Beside him, Chengqi's robe was covered with blood, and there were two more wounds on his shoulder and back.

"Yang Chengqi, thank you here. One day, I will make the Tianze Dynasty pay for the blood debt! Inserting the black spirit in his hand on the ground, Chengqi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the small village below the mountain.

"All the way, go well!"

Just now, they walked out of the village with a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old beside them. On the other side of the village, the cavalry of the former Cangguo State had rushed in, and there were many people from the rivers and lakes. Chengqi and Widow Wang rushed back directly, but there were so many enemies, and the entire village of men, women, and children all joined the battle, and no one was afraid, and in order to cover their evacuation, no one survived in the end.

The unknown village here is full of loyal and righteous people who used to be in the Great Qi, and living in seclusion in this mountain is regarded as a sentry post on the periphery of the fishing village. If a stranger enters the mountain, they will notify the fishing village as soon as possible.

After fifteen years of recuperation, I didn't expect that on the day of departure, these people were the first to die.

There were many deaths in the Great Qi Dynasty, and such a small village was just a drop in the ocean.

The slender Wang Xiaoya had tears in her eyes. She pursed her lips and came to Chengqi's side, silently taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe the wound for Chengqi.

He is the hero in her heart, and everyone in the Yang family of the Great Qi Dynasty is a good son.

"Yang Lang, when is it free, you can also teach me the Yang family's marksmanship."

Yangmen women, women don't let their eyebrows!

......

Middle-earth Caixia Continent. It is known as the saying that there is a mountain and a lake for a day and a river and lake. The mountain is the mountain gate of the world's first Xuantian Sword Sect, Longxuan Mountain. The lake is Longqi Lake in the hinterland of Caixiazhou, and there is a mountain named Longxuan in the lake.

There are a total of six peaks in Longxuan Mountain, and the center is the Holy Sword Peak, towering into the clouds.

I don't see the white jade hall on the top of the peak, and the holy sword can kill the immortals when it enters the sky.

The surrounding five peaks, large and small, are like the stars holding the moon, sharpening the sword peak, casting the sword peak, hiding the sword peak, raising the sword peak and welcoming the sword peak are different in height. The meaning of this phrase is compared to the five peaks like a hand, and the holy sword peak is like a sword that goes straight into the sky, and it can cut immortals!

Now, there are two people sitting in the middle of the eighth-story building of the nine-story Hidden Sword Pavilion above the Hidden Sword Peak, and black and white are staggered on a chessboard. The man on the left is holding a white child, dressed in white, looking like he is in his fifties, his cheeks are thin, his eyebrows are like swords, and his eyes are like eagles. The man on the right is holding a sunspot in his hand, looking like he is thirty or forty years old, dressed in black, gentle and elegant like a humble gentleman, with clear eyebrows and a smile on his face.

"True and false Dragon King, the bright is in the rivers and lakes, and the dark is in the market. The old Taoist priest was really generous, and he was almost deceived by him. The man in black smiled and said to himself, the sunspot in his hand slowly fell on the chessboard, and the originally cloudy chess game seemed to become clear in an instant, black and white.

The white-robed man with a solemn expression finally soothed his eyebrows until this moment. There was a little more smile on his face, "Brother Wen really dominates the world, and he deserves to be the first in Ghost Valley." ”

"Hahaha... When will the Xuantian Sword Saint also learn to make sycophants? It's really flattering to the little brother. ”

The white-robed man didn't care, and explained with a smile: "It's very tiring to be held at the top all year round. Contaminated with some market atmosphere, it's just a matter of sharpening the blade of the sword. The white son in his hand moved for a long time, but he didn't know how to put it, and he finally put down his hand helplessly, signaling the black robe on the other side to continue talking.

The black robe understood the meaning and picked up a white child from the opposite side.

"Whether it's black and white or light and dark, it's all in this game. Since the old Taoist priest wants to confuse black and white, then let's push the boat with the flow. At the end of the day, black and white have their own winners and losers. ”

"Then, go on..."

The man in the white robe, the first sword in the world, has fought with Qi Shiyi since Pingyao fifteen years ago, and returned undefeated. Fifteen years later, he is truly at the top of the world's martial arts.

The sword is out, and the world is in danger! Sword hidden, seek the world.

Ten realms, Martial God! One sword in the world! Lu Chen.

The black-robed man, the first national teacher of the Yunqin Dynasty, is in charge of Zhongzhou, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain.

The first yin and yang family in the Ghost Valley, the vertical and horizontal family, controls the rivers and lakes, scheming the world, and Wen Yuan.

......

Shuoyang, Sun family.

The rich bloody atmosphere has not dissipated for a long time, and the haze that shrouded the hearts of everyone in the Sun family is like this bloody atmosphere, which makes it difficult for the Sun family to sleep and eat.

In the east wing, the snoring was like thunder.

Everyone in the Sun family was not sleepy.

Sun Liancheng and Steward Chen discussed it secretly, and it was roughly certain that the old man was at least the peak of the Seven Realms, or even the true artistic conception of the Eight Realms!

Sun Qi and his two younger sisters, Sun Yun and Sun Yu, were all excited. The true artistic conception is simply a god-like existence in their hearts. Martial Saint is even more of a heavenly god, which can be imagined but cannot be encountered.

The three young men who were simple-minded were sure of the old man's absolute golden words that they were not interested, so the three of them decided that this person was a divine helper, not an enemy.

But Sun Liancheng and Steward Chen of the old rivers and lakes were depressed and uneasy, and the rare things in their hands were real hot potatoes. They had to take it again, and there was a post from the Longxiang Dart Bureau, which made it clear that they were using their Sun family as cannon fodder.

Is the appearance of an Eight Realms over?

No, of course not.

Those two swordsmen yesterday were just pawns, who knows what kind of bloody rain will be behind them.

Until dawn, everyone in the Sun family had no sleep. The two old men were worried all night, but the three young people were looking forward to it.

Liu Wenchuan seems to have long been accustomed to the old man's snoring that resounded through the world, and he slept a thousand feet down, and he was still eating the wonton noodles in his dream. The Sun family served as the door god in the courtyard all night, and the old man Yu naturally knew about it. At this time, I finally woke up, opened my eyes and sat up, picked up the wine gourd next to me and poured it with a sip.

Looking at Liu Wenchuan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Old Man Yu showed a treacherous smile.

The wine gourd in his hand flashed white, and a horizontal knife appeared out of thin air, with a red sheath and a straight black handle, and a slender blade. This knife was given to the old man by the old Taoist priest, who only told him that the knife was four feet nine long, weighed eighty-two pounds, and was named Yuechan.

It sounds like a feminine name, but this knife is unambiguously murderous and blood-drinking.

It is rumored that this knife was forged from a meteorite on the moon, and when the knife was made, another woman was martyred. The name of the knife is the name of the woman at that time, Yuechan.

The first owner of Yuechan's knife is both Yuechan's lover and a swordsman. In order to avenge the revenge of the extermination, he devoted himself to casting knives and practicing knives. The two lived in seclusion, and for ten years the man searched the mountains and rivers, just to find the materials that could forge a good knife in his hand, and finally let him find a huge extraterrestrial meteorite.

Casting a knife in three years, the blade that can be inserted in the furnace is dull, and it is always a little bit worse. The man even slit his wrist several times and sprinkled blood into the stove.

After three years of failing to forge a peerless sword, the man was depressed and always drank alone under the moon. Because the fifteenth year of his revenge is approaching, if the knife can't be forged, I'm afraid he will not be able to take revenge, and he will take his life.

As a man's wife, Yuechan knows the character of her own man very well. One day on a full moon night, the woman quietly got up and came to the furnace while the man was asleep, jumped down, and jumped into the furnace.