"Alas, after all, it was the middle way." Mu Tian shook his head helplessly, took a sip of wine, and opened his eyes violently.

There was no flashy movement, but the murderous guards outside the fence suddenly struck like lightning, their pupils diverged, and they fell to the ground like turnips and cabbages.

In the hall, no one else was scattered, and the old bustard led a group of girls and girls to hide in the building, and Mu Tian pretended to be innocent and jumped up to the second floor, shouting: "Little brother, be careful!" ”

The bald man glanced at Mu Tian, just a little shrimp who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he didn't need to go to the bird, so he expected that the guards outside should clean up the surroundings, and the next thing was to kill people with knives.

"Jiang Baxian's orphan, who picked up a life from the pile of the dead, but didn't know that he was living incognito, and dared to come to seek revenge, it was really a big joke." The white-faced boy poked at the word.

Of course, Shen Yu is just the name of the flower after entering the hook bar, and it turns out that her surname is Jiang.

"Do you know that your informant also played a part in the punishment of your Jiang family's nine clans, haha!" The white-faced boy playfully looked at Shen Yu's face, trying to find pleasure in the latter's shocked and angry eyes.

At this moment, Shen Yu realized how ignorant he was, his face was full of horror, his weak body trembled, and at this moment he was completely desperate for the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

"Ahh

Rather for broken jade, not for the tile!

Shen Yu carried Xiao Suo, only to feel that hundreds of revenants of the Jiang family behind her looked at her, and raised their swords to kill the white-faced son, this was the first time she killed the enemy since she learned swords.

Zong Yang's eyes moved, Shen Yu was indeed clumsy before, and the sword moves at this time were several times more exquisite than those on the stage!

In response to the words of the old way of dice, the most fierce one may not be the most powerful, this will be the white-faced boy and the old housekeeper did not move, the bald man took a big step forward, horizontal in the front, his right hand pressed the handle of the knife, it was too early to take out the knife.

The hall was quiet and could hear the slight muffled sound of Shen Yu stepping on the carpet, and after three steps, the sword was pointed at the bald man, and the tip of the sword was only one foot away from the opponent's throat.

The beauty of this sword lies in the fact that it lures the enemy with a false finger, and waits for the place to come forward to take the move, so that the virtual is real, and it is difficult to attack it.

It's a pity that the actual combat is not on paper, Shen Yu's beautiful eyes are wide, because the bald man pulled out his knife and slashed at her neck, which is the knife technique of a fierce general who crawled out of the pile of dead people on the battlefield.

With just one cover, the momentum was completely overwhelmed, which was doomed to a tragic situation. The bald man is domineering and slashing, the knife is dead, how many exquisite sword moves Shen Yu has, how can he have the opportunity to show it at this time, he can only retreat in a hurry, and his delicate hands can no longer hold the sword.

Perhaps as the heir of Wuhou, his naturally fearless arrogance was finally forced out, and after Shen Yu retreated more than a dozen steps, he stabilized his body and fought back desperately.

The bald man and the leopard stared at the tip of the sword that stabbed him, and finally lost the interest in teasing, the two fingers of his left hand clamped the tip of the sword like a broken branch, and the right hand swung the knife diagonally upward, forcing Shen Yu to abandon the sword and retreat, and cut off Hongling with a knife.

"Bang-" The right hand retracted the sword, and the bald reckless man held the sword with both hands, the blade was already like a jagged sword, and with a force, the sword was like a red diamond, and was rolled up and wrapped in his right hand.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yu finally knew the disparity in strength, and this bald reckless man had not come out with two knives, and his strength was only three or four points exposed!

is only the weakest one in the revenge list, but he can't even get close to the other party's body, which is really a shame for the martial marquis who has the best swordsmanship in the empire!

Mu Tian looked at it silently, embarrassed, at this time, he was so serious that he didn't have a trace of his usual uninhibitedness.

"You calculated that I would be depressed due to the cold poison in my body, and I would come to Yicheng every month to ward off the cold, but you didn't calculate your death date, haha." The white-faced boy walked over, and the old housekeeper did not leave an inch, because there was still an unknown Zong Yang present.

"I wanted not to waste your appearance, so I would let you be a woman again and then leave, but unfortunately as soon as I saw your face, another face appeared in my mind that I hated so much, so I ......" The white-faced boy laughed fiercely.

When the bald man heard this, he pulled out his right-handed knife, and Zong Yang was once again in the middle of the two parties at this moment.

The first time he was blocked, which hindered the opportunity to assassinate, Shen Yu had some resentment towards Zong Yang, but this time, he was puzzled in his heart.

"Little brother, if you are just a passerby, you shouldn't learn to draw a sword to help each other on the rivers and lakes, heroes save beauty, you know, sometimes you will die." The white-faced boy threatened with teasing.

"You're talking too much." Zong Yang finally spoke, simple and clear four words.

Leng Buding's words were like this, but he hit the nail on the head, and the nerves in the temples of the angry white-faced boy twitched, all of which were murderous thoughts.

Zong Yang was about to draw his sword, but he felt nauseous in his stomach, and before he could react, something rushed up from his throat, and what he didn't want to cough out was a mouthful of fishy black blood.

"Oh?!" The white-faced boy was relieved, and the old housekeeper behind him smiled even more, they originally thought that Zong Yang was a guy of unknown origin, and he was not even afraid of poisonous wine, and he had always been afraid in his heart, but it turned out that he was just slower.

In fact, they didn't know how comfortable Zong Yang was at this time, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, he still had his sword in his hand, standing in front of the bald man.

"Come!" The bald man has put away the knife, and the knife will not come out if he doesn't kill people, and he will hook Zong Yang with his right index finger, as if he is teasing a little black dog. He only thought in his heart, such a rustic dressed mountain boy, the poison in his body had attacked, and he could see how many steps he could walk.

Zong Yang's gaze locked on the white-faced boy in the distance, and directly ignored the bald man in front of him, and when he approached the bald man, the long sword drew the most deadly arc, and there was no way to avoid it.

The bald man looked stunned, he never thought that the little black dog who was dying in his eyes was a cold wolf, and he unexpectedly burst out of his hidden strength, fortunately, he was used to walking in front of the ghost gate, and when he was dying, he pulled out his right-handed knife, slashed strongly, and took offense as defense, which was his biggest reliance on surviving from the battlefield, but it was also the biggest ......

Weakness.

Zong Yang has seen through the number of ways for bald and reckless men to go out of the knife, and sometimes, habit is the biggest life!

In the life-and-death struggle, he cut the opponent in two with a knife, this is the greatest pleasure of the bald man, at this time, his face was so excited that he distorted, and there was no sword in his eyes, only Zong Yang's unobstructed neck, the next moment, his knife will be cut down here, the skin and flesh bloom, the blood gushing, and definitely before that sword!

This cover, even the fast thought can only have one, and it is a flash.

"Boy, you just entered the Nirvana realm, but you have the skills to enter the sword in the Jue Ling realm, freak." Mu Tian praised.

Whew-

The knife did cut down first, but the neck to be cut dodged away like a prophet, and the blade only slashed at the black jacket with only the flesh, and the sword slashed through the thick throat with a sword groan.

The bald man hurriedly stretched out his left hand and touched his throat, seeing that there was only a trace of blood on his fingers.

The bald man wailed and fell straight down, never having a chance to pull out his left-handed knife again in his life.

Shen Yu stared blankly at the scene of the dead man in front of her, her spirit was tense to the extreme, although she was the daughter of the Marquis of Wu, who had experienced the slaughter of the nine clans, but she had never seen the slightest blood, after she saw this scene, her hands were cold, her legs couldn't help but tremble, and she didn't have the strength to hold the sword.

"Useless stuff." The white-faced boy didn't bother to take a look at the corpse that was still hot, in his opinion, it was extremely humiliating to die in the hands of Zong Yang, who had a poisonous attack.

"Young master, don't be impatient." The old butler was still smiling, he respectfully handed over the sword in his arms to the white-faced man, and stepped forward empty-handed.

The old butler stood still, restrained his expression, and the old face of the fat was not angry and arrogant, and saw that his right hand pressed against his belt, and in the blink of an eye, he drew a soft sword wrapped around his waist.

"Huh?" The old butler's brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?" The white-faced boy was very concerned about the old butler's expression.

"There is no heaven and earth aura here!" The old butler lost his temper for the first time.

The white-faced boy has not yet reached the realm of sensing and controlling the aura of heaven and earth, and he was greatly surprised when he heard this unbelievable word, but he could only listen to it, and he couldn't say it.

The old butler squinted and scanned the entire hall, Zong Yang and Shen Yu were denied at a glance, he looked up and scanned the second floor again, and his eyes fell on Mu Tian.

Mu Tian met the old butler's gaze, shrank back cowardly, and only after a long time did he drill his head out and look down, such a small person's behavior and the dashing swordsman Land Immortal Eight Poles could not be beaten, it must be said that his acting skills were superb.

The old housekeeper shook his head slightly, thinking that this house on the second floor was impossible.

The aura of heaven and earth is everywhere, this is the common sense of cultivating immortals, and now there is no trace of the aura in Fang Yuan, which is completely beyond the scope of the old housekeeper's speculation, only the way is weird, and then he shook the soft sword and crackled.

The soft sword is divided into boneless and boneless, boneless and thin as cicada wings, infused with aura can be straight and unyielding, and the bone is between the boneless and the ordinary sword, obviously the old butler is holding a boneless soft sword.

After Zong Yang spit out a mouthful of black blood, his face was painless, but he was a bald and reckless man who sealed the Nirvana Dragon Realm with a sword, which was far more confusing to the white-faced boy and the old butler than without the aura of heaven and earth.

"Your sword just now has entered the sword, and it does have a bit of capital, but now the sword qi is difficult to use, and it has fallen into two realms, but the old decay has been in the sword for more than 20 years." The old housekeeper began to laugh again, these words can be said to be psychological pressure, causing deterrence, and even more delaying time, to see if Zong Yang will spit out a mouthful of black blood and kill him on the spot. It is really a childish child who has bodhichitta, and people are always delicate and insidious.

What is the realm of entering the sword? Where have you heard this word, Zong Yang frowned and was puzzled, he had heard Mu Tian talk about the word sword qi, and the Jue Ling Realm after the Nirvana Realm was divided into three small realms, namely Psychic, Entering Yan and Spiritual Realm. Psychic is the aura of heaven and earth, which can be temporarily incorporated into the physical body and greatly improve the physique. Entering the Yan can condense the aura of heaven and earth into sword qi, and the warriors under the enemy in this realm are like destroying and decaying, and breaking thousands of armies with one sword. The spiritual realm is subtly in harmony with the aura of the heaven and earth around the body, and controls the aura sword.

It turns out that this old butler is a master of the realm of awakening and spirit!

Zong Yang smiled slightly, and finally understood that the old butler said that there was no heaven and earth aura, this must be Mu Tian's handiwork, if the old butler was allowed to use his sword qi at will, he and Shen Yu would be killed in seconds, then it was time to make a move.

The next policy, that is to Mu Tian to take action personally, this guy is lazy and fastidious, and he is definitely not happy to do it.

"Without the aura of heaven and earth, you are just a Nirvana Dragon Realm, come on." Zong Yang held the sword in his backhand, and the blood beads on the tip of the sword were thrown out, which were particularly eye-catching in the air, and then dripped down the carpet, with a total of five drops.

Returning to the sword trick, returning to ten thousand becomes the true one, what is the true one, is a "attack" word!

As a "battle", the sword is "attack", my enemy is the world, the world is invincible!

Zong Yang rushed out with his backhand sword, and the old butler made a sword pose, and the soft sword swung in the air, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, spraying poison with its head.

Master battle, timing is important, since the sword trick is "attack", of course, you can take the lead, with a thunderous sword, forcing the old butler to defend first.

The sound of sword strikes is endless, Zongyang's sword is like a sea dragon, the momentum is domineering, and the nineteen styles of the unified sword trick are all out in an instant, although the poisonous snake in the hands of the old housekeeper is invincible, but if there are nine heads, it is undefeated, such as hiding deep in the cave, let you attack.

"Hey, how are these nineteen styles different from the nineteen styles on the mountain?" Mu Tian was condescending on the second floor, looking at Zong Yang's sword moves, compared to the sword spectrum, only seven points were similar.

It's not that the sword moves are inferior, but the blue is out of the blue!

"Boy, you've surprised me too much." Mu Tian drank three sips of wine in a row, and then shook the wine gourd and said with a smile: "It's a pity that there are only nineteen styles." ”

Just like Mu Tian's comment, Zongyang's offensive was exhausted, and the old housekeeper seized the opportunity to wait for a long time, and his fat body actually rose lightly, and the soft sword stabbed down unpretentiously.

Zong Yang raised his sword to block, but when the two swords that were both into the sword touched, the tip of his sword hit like a bull in the middle, bounced away for no reason, and bent out of an exaggerated arc. The old butler's sword was like a fairy finger, and mortals couldn't stop it, and when they got closer, they found that there were countless phantoms on both sides of the soft sword body, and the sword that seemed to be immobile turned out to be shaking at an unbelievable speed.

The middle door was wide open, Zong Yang avoided a sword through his throat, and between the lightning and flint, his right shoulder was finally pierced by a soft sword, which was a big hole in flesh and blood.

"Bang-" The old butler's back move has come out, and with a full blow with his left hand, he blasted Zong Yang away, flew over the twenty steps of the red carpet, flew over the stunned sinking fish, flew on the empty stage, and fell down heavily.

The old butler lost his smiling face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting, this blow was done with all his strength without the aura of heaven and earth, not only tearing the muscles everywhere, but also reversing the qi and blood, and the qi was extremely unstable. Such a reckless shot, just to kill with one blow.

The white-faced boy walked past the old butler with the sword in his left hand, the latter quickly closed the soft sword at his waist, held the scabbard with his body slightly, and his left hand changed the hilt of the sword to draw the sword, and slowly walked forward.

"Can you still hold a sword?" The white-faced boy approached Shen Yu step by step, perhaps because of the cold poison in his body, his white face was filled with black gas, and black blood veins loomed, and he sneered: "It's a pity that there is no sword." ”

There is only fear in Shen Yu's eyes, only fragility, she will eventually be a flower in a greenhouse, she can't withstand the slightest cruelty, at this time she is so cowardly that she retreats step by step, completely ignoring the hundreds of unjust souls behind her.

"It's good, it's good, it's good!" The white-faced boy is decisive in killing, and he will never drag the mud and water in the aftermath, so he has his life to live to this day. When he pronounced the second one, the killing sword was already out, and his eyes were gloomy.

People who have never experienced life and death, at the moment of death, are destined to collapse to the point that their legs are weak, and the orphan of the Marquis of Wu, who vows to kill all enemies, fell to the ground at this time, scared into tears.

Mu Tian was still standing on the second floor, if he wanted to save him, he could completely ignore the distance, but he was thinking in pain, what he was thinking in his heart was, if she saved a living dead with a broken will, could she continue to be determined to take revenge? I saved it this time, won't I have to die next time? Is it cruel to live without revenge?

Her ears were filled with the cruel laughter of the enemy, and when Shen Yu accepted the ending of death, a figure appeared out of thin air and blocked her for the third time.

The first time is scolding, the second time is incomprehension, and the third time is gratitude!

The long sword penetrated the flesh, and the tip of the sword pierced out of the black jacket, coldly pointing at Shen Yu, she looked at this figure, the hole in the right shoulder before, the blood gushing out was sucked away by the black jacket, so the black jacket was wet, and the scarlet was in full view. Maybe it was because the black jacket couldn't suck the blood anymore, and a wisp of blood flowed down the tip of the sword and dripped onto her white dress, which was shocking.

The old housekeeper looked at Zong Yang in surprise, how could a person who was going to die still move?

The white-faced boy thinks the same.

Mu Tian didn't move from beginning to end, and he muttered in his mouth: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The first one was a little shaky, and the second one was confident.

"Did you give up?" Zong Yang asked lightly with blood in his hand, his right arm was too seriously injured in his shoulder and could not hang down, but the sword in his hand never let go.

The white-faced boy was not in a hurry at this time, because he enjoyed the moment very much, he slowly drew his sword, listening to the graceful sound of blood spurting from the wound, and the sound of Zong Yang's pain.

Shen Yu looked at the back of this unprovoked fight to save her, looked at the blood he flowed out, and listened to his words of enduring the severe pain, there was a feeling spreading, and there was a kind of strength recovering.

"The living must do something for the dead." When Zong Yang said this, he gritted his bloody teeth and glared at the white-faced son, he wanted to fight, but his right arm was indifferent, and another mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat.

Behind the painful Zong Yang, Shen Yu suddenly quieted down, and the silence was terrifying.

The living must do something for the dead.

When Zong Yang's eyes were dark, and when he lowered his head, he felt that a hand had snatched away his sword, and when he struggled to raise his head, he saw a white-clothed figure floating up, and the two enemies who were originally alive had fallen to the ground, and hot blood spread out from under his body.

It was dark for a while, and Zong Yang fainted to the ground.