Yunjian Temple.

This is a temple where incense is flourishing, and it is also a den where Boss Qian makes fake silver tickets.

Being able to print fake silver tickets inside the temple means that the entire temple is controlled by Boss Qian, or it can be put another way, the interests of both parties are the same.

According to Boss Qian's plan, these people should go through the secret passage, enter the Bliss Building, and besiege Lu Xiaofeng.

In fact, no one showed up.

It wasn't that they turned their backs on Boss Qian, but that Feng Siniang led three hundred elite soldiers and blocked the temple gate.

Blooming on all sides, surrounded by all directions.

If you don't move, you will be killed.

Ling Yufeng, Jile Building, Jinan Mansion, Murong Bo's cottage, Yunjian Temple, all the targets, Shen Lian arranged manpower and launched an attack at the same time.

This is the greatest advantage of the imperial court

- There are many people!

No matter how cruel or cunning the opposition forces are, they will not be able to overcome the shortage of numbers.

Because there is an inherent contradiction in this.

There are too many of them to guarantee secrecy.

Strength cannot be guaranteed if the number is not enough.

If you want to cultivate elites, where does genius come from? Where does the money come from? Where do the resources for martial arts training come from?

If you want to recruit masters, why should famous masters accept recruitment? How to ensure the loyalty of the masters?

Even if it is the so-called "experience", the imperial court is far stronger than the rivers and lakes, no matter how strong the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes are, is it comparable to the bloody battlefield in the border passes?

Under the order of the imperial court, hundreds or thousands of masters are willing to serve, and the resources for martial arts training are even more powerful.

Whether it is the head of the dart board, or a ranger like Lu Xiaofeng, or even a thief like Sikong Xingxing, the imperial court can establish cooperation.

Will the Blue Dragons be able to do it?

Can the Power Gang do it?

No matter what the identity of the leader of the Blue Dragon Club is, no matter how wise the head of the power gang is, he can't overcome his innate shortcomings, let alone have a tilt of interests.

The Blue Dragon Society secretly pits the Power Gang, and the Power Gang digs into the corners of the Blue Dragon Society, and the five fingers can't make a fist, no matter how clever the plan is, it can only be put into practice in the end.

As Shen Lian attacked, four of the five fingers had been broken, leaving only the last Cloud Temple.

Shen Lian handed this place over to Feng Siniang.

Feng Siniang changed into fiery red armor, held a black order flag in her hand, and shouted: "Attack!" ”

There was no persuasion.

There is no mouth cannon.

It's just a thousand arrows.

The monks of Yunjian Temple are all not clean.

Since everything is not clean, there is no need to waste time, ten thousand arrows are fired at the same time, layer by layer, and the nest of bandits in Yunjian Temple is completely destroyed with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas.

Arrows rained down, and the Buddha's head bleed.

Most of the monks in Yunjian Temple are warrior monks, and they are all well-trained by Boss Qian, but in the face of the strong bows and crossbows of the imperial court, they seem so pale and powerless.

No matter how exquisite the stick technique is, no matter how unpredictable the formation, it can only become a hedgehog in the end.

"Boom!"

With a burst of sound, half of the wall slammed towards Feng Siniang, followed by a huge palm print more than one person high, which was the descendant of the Tantric Red Sect

- Vajra Mahamudra!

To the yang to the strong, the dragon is like a strong.

Divide the river and break the sea, and move the mountains with one hand.

Feng Siniang held the scimitar tightly in her right hand, her eyes flashed a touch of blood red, and the moment her palm power came to her body, the scimitar suddenly came out of its sheath, and the blood moon knife slashed the west wind.

The wall was split into two along with the palm power, and before the old monk who blasted out the palm power made another move, Feng Siniang had already arrived in front of him, the scimitar was like the moon, and the robe was slashed obliquely.

It's a weird knife technique.

The old-timer who taught Feng Siniang's martial arts is a peerless master who has penetrated the heavens and the earth, and with just a few strokes on the picture scroll, he has derived thousands of tricks.

The wind suddenly blows a pool of spring water.

The scimitar slashed through a strange and eerie arc, like a crescent moon reflected in the water, the ethereal and illusory shadow of the moon when the waves were crumpled by the breeze.

Every time the breeze blows the water waves, the moon shadow in the water will have a completely different change, so Feng Siniang's knife move is also invisible and traceless.

It's both deviant and amazing.

It's not a breeze, it's not autumn water, it's not a bright moon, it's not a mirror, it's not an ethereal lonely Hong.

It is to combine all of this, to sway as you like, to release as you like, to be able to move above the nine heavens, but also to hide under the nine earths.

The wind and water rise, and the bright moon enters the arms.

What a beauty!

How wonderful this is!

The old monk had never seen such a wonderful sword technique.

This can't even be said to be a knife technique, but a beautiful scene of a moonlit night in the spring river.

Jiang Tian is colorless and dust-free.

The Lonely Moon Wheel in the Bright Sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside?

When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

It was not the bright moonlight that fell down, but the terrible cold, the sword flashed, and the blood flew away.

After decades of penance, the body protection qi seemed to be paper paste, and it was easily broken, and without waiting for the old monk to fight back, the next knife followed the shape.

The wind is continuous, the water is continuous, and the moon is continuous, so the knife is also continuous, endless, endless.

It is not only a knife, but also ten thousand knives.

It is not only ten thousand knives, but also one knife.

One, two, three, four......

The sword flashed again and again.

Beads of blood were tossed in strings.

The old monk's qi is declining more and more.

Feng Siniang's evil aura has become comparable to Shen Lian.

"Whew!"

The blood moon crosses the sky, and the head falls to the ground.

The old bald head rolled on the ground a few times, hitting the incense burner beside him, and his face became like a rag.

Feng Siniang took a few deep breaths, suppressed the killing thoughts in her heart, reached out and grabbed a delicately made mask, revealing the true face of the old monk.

"Off...... Old man Guan? Hasn't this old guy been dead for five years? How did it end up here? ”

Feng Siniang knew this face.

This person's name is Guan Haiming, an outer disciple of the Tantric Red Sect, who is good at the two mastery of Vajra Mahamudra and Black Shah Mahamudra, and is nicknamed "Mahamudra Vajra".

Guan Haiming is generous and heroic, and has a good reputation in the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately five years ago, Guan Haiming was unfortunately infected with an emergency, cardiopulmonary failure, and died suddenly.

Unexpectedly, he was hiding here.

Looking at Guan Haiming's head, Feng Siniang said a little helplessly: "Why bother here!" ”

With Guan Haiming's prestige in the rivers and lakes, if he taught the younger generations at home with peace of mind, he might not be able to develop the family into a martial arts family, but now he is dead and dead.

Guan Haiming was killed by Feng Siniang, the monks of Yunjian Temple were quickly defeated, and the manufacturing den was also discovered.

Feng Siniang waved her hand, and more than ten soldiers brought a large barrel of fire oil, and then threw out three or four torches.

Both the printed silver tickets and the plates used to make fake silver tickets were destroyed by the fire.

Other cases require the preservation of physical evidence, but this case does not need because this case does not exist.

In the Six Doors Case Closure Report, Yunjian Temple is not a den for making fake silver tickets, but a den for bandits.

It is the same party as the bandits under Murong Bo.

Shen Lian is investigating homicide.

The murderer is Ling Yufeng.

Guo Bujing is investigating the espionage case.

Kill the Mengyuan master Qiang Wangsheng by the enemy, and capture the Western Xia master Nine-Winged Daoist.

Feng Siniang led the troops to exterminate the bandits.

Broke through two bandit dens outside the city, killed more than 100 bandits, captured the rest of the bandits, burned down the bandits' nests, and seized a total of 18 boxes of stolen goods.

Something else?

Nothing else.

Non-existent!

There is absolutely no such thing as a record!

Ling Yufeng subdued the law, Xing Rui conferred the head, the Jile Tower and the Yunjian Temple were breached, and Murong Bo, who had been dead for more than 20 years and suddenly came back to life, was thrown back into the coffin.

Anything else?

Is it all over?

Of course not.

At least Aggie's business isn't over yet.

Aggie is not useless Aggie now.

He had already picked up the sword.

The moment he held the sword, he had already changed from "useless Aji" to the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa.

Xie Xiaofeng.

One of the most talented swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, he is as famous as Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng, Yan Nantian and others.

He is now in self-imposed exile, escaping the rivers and lakes in an ascetic way, but he has finally picked up the sword.

Although he was wearing tattered clothes, although his face was full of stubble and weather, as long as Xie Xiaofeng picked up the sword, no one dared to underestimate him.

If Shen Lian's qi is like a god, Xie Xiaofeng's qi is like a god, his sword has not yet been unsheathed, but the sword qi has broken through the clouds and fog.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't want to make a move, but he had no choice.

Ling Huyuan had already fallen to the ground.

This famous Demon Protector had collapsed in a pool of blood and had stopped breathing forever.

It was a knife that killed him.

Machete.

Qingqing's scimitar.

The blade is also green, green as a distant mountain, green as a spring tree, and green as a lake in the eyes of lovers.

The treasure of the Demon Cult, the scimitar of the full moon.

One of the most evil weapons in the world, it contains unfathomable demonic nature, and if you hold a scimitar for a long time, it is easy to go mad and become a fierce beast that only knows how to kill.

With Ling Huyuan's cultivation, he couldn't master this magic knife, but now the magic knife has a successor.

A young heir.

Handsome and chic, unruly, in addition to the magic of the knife between the eyebrows, there is also an arrogant arrogance.

"My name is Ding Peng, the new protector of the Holy Sect."

"Is this how the Demon Sect chooses its protectors?"

"Of course not, but Ling Huyuan and I have practiced the same knife technique, but there is only one Full Moon Scimitar, and only one can survive between me and him."

"Linghu Yuan doesn't want to compete with you."

"Maybe you want to, maybe you don't want to, but what's the point? Do you need a reason for a duel? ”

Ding Peng looked at Xie Xiaofeng provocatively: "When you challenge masters from all walks of life, do you need a reason when you cut the challenger's throat with your sword?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I understand. ”

"You are the third young master for a day, you are the third young master for a lifetime, you are Xie Xiaofeng for a day, you are Xie Xiaofeng for a lifetime, you have picked up the sword."

"Your knife is bloodied, too."

That's it, there's no need to say anything more.

There is no need for a reason for a master to fight a decisive battle, Ding Peng may have other tasks, but when he saw Xie Xiaofeng, the task was no longer important, and the sword duel was the most important.

Xie Xiaofeng slowly pulled out his sword.

Ding Peng laughed wildly and showed his scimitar.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were empty.

All the light in the world seems to be obscured by the sword, and everything around it loses its color.

Only the knife!

Only the sword!

The knife is a magic knife, the strongest knife technique of the Western Regions Demon Sect, which integrates thousands of lore kills in one knife, although there is no change, but it contains the essence of all the changes in the knife technique.

Ding Peng was gifted and practiced martial arts hard, but he also practiced for fifteen years before he initially comprehended the divine sword slash.

With one sword, the position, time, strength, and speed are all accurately calculated, which just happens to be able to exert all its strength to the limit of the body.

Every bit of strength is transformed into a sword.

Every bit of focus is transformed into knife intent.

A knife is divided, and the gods and ghosts are worried.

To the might, the stone is shattering.

The sword is a divine sword, the secret swordsmanship of the Divine Sword Villa, fused with Xie Xiaofeng's lifelong understanding, an extremely slow and beautiful sword move, just like the wind is so natural.

No one knows where the wind is coming from.

No one knows where the wind is going.

It's crisp and neat, like egg noodles with green vegetables.

Soft intestines, like a young couple in love.

Suddenly, there was an insignificant flaw in the sword qi.

Xie Xiaofeng shouldn't have a flaw, but he did have a flaw, maybe it was physical fatigue, maybe it was depression, in short, there was a flaw.

It's like when a strong wind sweeps the earth, there are inevitably places that are missed, but when the wind blows, it is too late to escape, and who can notice these places?

Ding Peng can.

No flaw escapes his eyes.

The full moon scimitar slashed through the strange arc, slashing at the flaw from an incredible angle.

But just as the sword was about to come to him, this flaw quietly dissipated and became an impregnable prison.

This is indeed a flaw.

The flaw is also a change in swordsmanship.

Like a spring on a high mountain, when you come down, you see a gap in it, but by the time you reach through it, the spring has already filled the gap.

When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses.

The ultimate perfection is imperfection.

Imperfection can create perfection.

The ascetic-like life consumed Xie Xiaofeng's arrogance, making his sword more and more indifferent.

Ding Peng was horrified to find that his sword had been jammed by the sword, and all the back moves were blocked, while Xie Xiaofeng flipped his wrist and slashed the blade towards his throat.

At the last moment, Ding Peng directly gave up the scimitar in his hand, and an iron plate bridge lay backwards.

The blade of the sword swept across his face, slashing through a bloody mouth more than two inches long, like a blood-colored magic pattern, Ding Peng's wrist churned, and the full moon scimitar flew up in the air.

But he wore a copper ring on his wrist, the copper ring was wrapped with celestial silk inside, and the other end was tied to the handle of the knife.

When necessary, it can throw a scimitar to kill the enemy with a whirling knife, and the slender and tough celestial silk is also a sharp blade for decapitation when it is straight.

This move can be described as dangerous and dangerous, it is a struggle under a desperate situation, Xie Xiaofeng's sword swirled, and he did not allow him to provoke the scimitar, and the sword finger in his left hand came out sharply.

"Poof!"

Ding Peng was hit in the chest and spat blood.

The blood quickly turned into mist, and in an instant, it filled the entire radius, and all the surrounding plants and trees withered and decayed.

Shura Blood Rain!

One of the secret masters of the Demon Sect, using his own blood as a trigger to launch a strong attack, he can either burn the jade or hide in the blood mist, taking the opportunity to escape from the enemy's tracking.

"Brush!"

The sword qi flew straight down like a galaxy, and the blood mist dissipated with it, but with the help of this obstacle, Ding Peng had already flown out more than ten zhang, and he could no longer chase it.

"Xie Xiaofeng, Ding's defeat today will be recovered in the future, you must not be killed!"

Ding Peng's voice came from afar, and although he was defeated in the hands of Xie Xiaofeng, he was still full of confidence.

Failure is not terrible, ten years of penance, just get it back, this is the driving force to move forward.

Thanks to the handsome little Brother An, the emperor of the water, who is full of food and scolds the cook, and 20170301013411927 reward

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