Gunshots erupted.

The lonely gun trembled in Shen Lian's hand, like a hole flute, like a gonghou, like a grievance, like a cry, like a complaint, the shower stopped at the beginning, snubbed Qingqiu, and the most hurtful parting.

The guns are like clouds and fog, ethereal and uncertain, more continuous than the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, more poignant than the autumn wind and autumn rain, no matter how the enemy dodges, the guns are always with them.

The most frightening thing is that the sound of gunfire is in line with the Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu, and it is like the Sanskrit sound of asking for life, which can unconsciously bring people into a boundless illusion.

The old man was of noble birth, had a family history, was proficient in a hundred martial arts, and was especially good at marksmanship, but he had never seen such a mournful and strange trick as if he was an infatuated man and a woman.

How could you, a burly, wolf-backed and ruthless reckless man, use this kind of marksmanship?

Although he was shocked in his heart, he was not slow to make a move.

"Jingle bell" a crisp sound, the two spears clashed dozens of times in an instant, the light sound was crisp, such as the bottom of the Guan Yingyu flower, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

Suddenly, the silver bottle burst through the water slurry, the iron cavalry stood out with swords and guns, and the lingering and sympathetic marksmanship instantly became like the Great Wall, igniting beacon fire and wolf smoke.

Graceful Thousand Rides.

The feather flies in a hurry.

The new sound in the piano sounded in the wind.

The pen end is drunk with ink crows perched on the wall.

The spear blade crossed the cold light, and the sound of the gunfire was like a copper pipa and iron plate, playing a superimposed dragon roar and tiger roar.

The master is engrossed in the enemy, and all the senses are fully engaged, often without looking, and can judge the enemy's traces only from the sound of the blade breaking through the air.

The more experienced you are in combat, the stronger your control over your senses, and if you encounter interference, you can close the corresponding senses and judge the position with the rest of your senses.

The most common thing is to listen to the sound and distinguish the position, and the top masters can even close their ears and eyes, and grasp the changes in the spirit and spirit with the mysterious and mysterious spiritual sense.

The old man has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has been ambitious, experienced in a hundred battles, and has incomparably rich experience.

It stands to reason that Shen Lian's gunshots are difficult to interfere with him, and it's a big deal to close his ears.

But he just couldn't.

Shen Lian's marksmanship neither interfered with vision nor hearing, but directly shook the enemy's mind.

Just like the famous "Wind Banner Discussion" in Zen Buddhism, it is neither the wind nor the flag, but the benevolent heart.

After only two moves, the old man involuntarily fell into the rhythm of Shen Lian, and the obsession hidden in his heart was unconsciously filled in his mind.

He saw the gallop of thousands of troops, the bloody battles, the humiliating defeat, the comeback, and the destruction after the glory.

In the last second, the flowers cover the willows, the phoenix tower and the dragon pavilion, in front of you is the three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus, the next second the river is cold, the afterglow is the building, and the majestic road is the dust.

"Whew!"

The spear in the old man's hand was picked open by a blow, the tiger's mouth cracked, blood flowed sideways, and a wound was also cut on his chest, shedding blood.

"Good marksmanship, good marksmanship, good marksmanship!"

Although the old man was traumatized, he praised again and again, without the slightest fear, and was still full of confidence.

The damage on his body was just a flesh wound, and a little pain was just enough to get him out of the illusion, and with a grasp of his right hand, the spear spun up and stabbed Shen Lian's lower abdomen.

"Shen Lian, I admit that I underestimated you, you are now qualified to know my name, my name

- Yan Longyuan! ”

……

Ling Huisi quickly rushed to Tianning Temple.

Very early on, Ling Huisi thought that he was definitely an extraordinary person, and he would inevitably have some great achievements.

Even if his father was killed and the gang was almost wiped out, Ling Huisi was not discouraged at all, he felt that this was a tempering given by God, proving that he must have made great achievements.

Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and act chaotically.

After studying hard in the cold window and being admitted to the Jinshi, can it be said that Ling Huisi is not working hard enough?

After waiting in Jinling for so many years, all the opportunities for promotion have been given up, can it be said that Ling Huisi is not forbearing?

Using his biological daughter as a bargaining chip and throwing it directly into the coffin, can it be said that Ling Huisi is not ruthless enough?

A person who has hard work, forbearance, and ruthlessness, even if his luck is not so good, even if his martial arts are not so strong, he can create a career.

Now is the time for Ling Huisi to reap.

Although he gave up his official position and his daughter, as long as he could get the treasure, everything could be earned.

Offices?

In order to develop the Longsha Gang over the years, coupled with the orders of the Blue Dragon Society, he has done a lot of forbidden things, as long as the imperial court investigates thoroughly, he can't escape being beheaded.

Daughter?

This disobedient "rebel girl", Ling Weisi would have had enough of it, if it weren't for Ling Shuanghua being able to contain Ding Dian, Ling Huisi would have dealt with her a long time ago!

Blue Dragon Club?

The clues about the Blue Dragon Society have been all exposed to the Jinyi Guard and the Six Doors, and the Green Dragon Society should first think about how to face the next encirclement and suppression of the imperial court!

All of them are pawns!

All are outcasts!

What Blood Knife Ancestor, what Qinglong Society, what Lu Jianxing, Shen Lian, are all Lao Tzu's chess pieces.

Ling Huisi's face was full of coldness, he couldn't wait to kill on a killing spree, seize the treasure, and burst out all the grievances of so many years.

"Treasure, my treasure......"

Ling Weisi's heart became colder and colder, but the blood seemed to be boiling, his cold face became red, his hands trembled slightly, and he even felt a little urine.

He couldn't contain his excitement!

"If you come to bless, you will be blissful in your life, and now it is my ...... to accept the blessing of Rulai and send others to die."

Before the words fell, a blood-colored scimitar flew from the left side, Ling Huisi was excited, all his thoughts were on the treasures of Liancheng, how to prevent a sneak attack?

Fortunately, there are two teams of bodyguards under Ling Weisi's command.

One team came from Chizun Xin, which he had hired at a great cost, but these people were also focused on the treasures of Liancheng, and they didn't pay much attention to Ling Weisi.

One team is from the Blue Dragon Society, and the Xiangxi Yan family has already taken refuge in the Blue Dragon Society and was ordered to protect Ling Weisi.

On the one hand, there is protection, and on the other hand, surveillance.

The leader of the Blue Dragon Society has great ambitions and needs all kinds of talents, Ling Huisi has the ability to govern, and he is a much-needed talent, so it is natural to ensure his safety.

This time, Ling Huisi faked his death and got out, and he also had the idea of letting him go to the helm of the Blue Dragon Society to govern the territory.

The blood-colored scimitar flew in, and Yan Danuo, the head of the Yan family, flew up, his body was stiff, like a zombie, and he shot out, and his middle finger "bell" flicked on the knife.

An old monk in a yellow robe swept out from the side, grabbed the scimitar that was flying away, looked at Ling Huisi coldly, and shouted: "Ling Huisi, give me my life!" ”

Ling Huisi exclaimed, "Blood Knife Ancestor, why are you ...... here if you don't go to snatch the treasure?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor interrupted his words with a swing of the knife, there was nothing to say between the two, he just wanted to send Ling Weisi to hell now, he just wanted to swing the knife and cut him into eight pieces.

There are not a few masters under Ling Weisi's command, but the three of "Dwarf Kill" Xiang Evil, "Scorpion" Cui Poison, and "Hercules" Chu Qi are all unable to work, and it is obvious that they intend to save their strength to compete for the treasures of Liancheng.

Among the father and son of the Yan family, Yan Danuo is quite loyal to the Blue Dragon Society, but the two brothers have no faith, not only want to fight for the treasure, but also want to borrow the knife of the blood knife ancestor to kill his father Yan Danuo.

Under such circumstances, although the number of Ling Huisi's side was larger, they were killed by the Blood Knife Ancestor and retreated again and again.

Looking at the Blood Knife Ancestor who was getting closer and closer, Ling Weisi hated it in his heart, he still had one last secret hand, but the so-called secret hand obviously abandoned him.

Ling Huisi treats others as outcasts, and of course others can treat him as outcasts, which is very fair.

The battle outside Tianning Temple is becoming more and more intense, the bloody atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, and the martial arts people in the land of Jingxiang have already killed red eyes, and the sword light and sword movies are non-stop.

And five miles away from Tianning Temple, an old man and a young man quietly watched these martial arts people fight.

The old man carried a fish basket in his hand, and his eyes were full of kindness and love, as if he were looking at his own grandson.

The girl was holding a basket of flowers in her hand, and her big bright eyes were full of curiosity and a touch of fierceness.

The old man sneered: "Since ancient times, they have died for wealth, and birds have died for food, which can be regarded as having seen it. ”

The girl raised her green jade fingers, stroked her waterfall-like hair, and said with a smile: "Let them go, I don't care how many of these rabble die." ”

"I don't care about these people, I just think it's a little strange, it is said that Shen Yumen wants to join Jingxiang, why hasn't he shown up until now?"

"Because Shen Yumen has just arrived in Jiangling!"

A handsome boy quietly appeared behind the two.