It is very dangerous to be grabbed by Shen Lian's wrist.

Because that means you have to wrestle with Shen Lian, and you are wrestling with Shen Lian at an absolute disadvantage.

Shen Lian grabbed the strong man's wrists, his two arms were like a pair of iron tongs, the strong man's forehead was bruised, his blue and purple skin seemed to burst out of blood, and his blood basin kept roaring, but he still couldn't move.

"Start...... You get up for me......"

The strong man roared wildly, as if he wanted to bite off Shen Lian's ears, Shen Lian's fingers were slightly forced, and the qi and blood penetrated into his numb tendons, making his arms instantly weak.

"Your Excellency is sweating so much, it must be because it is too hot in the house, it is better to go outside to cool off!"

After that, he used a slight force with both hands to throw the bull-like strong man out of the tent, and the strong man fell to the ground, only to feel that all the joints in his body were misaligned, and he couldn't get up.

After falling seven or eight times in a row, he threw himself like a donkey, and then he barely stood up.

Shaking his head that was dizzy from being smashed, he knew that he would definitely not be able to beat Shen Lian, so he had to leave helplessly.

Anyway, he is the weakest of the warriors under Ma Ye's command, so it doesn't matter if he loses.

Is it embarrassing to lose to Shen Lian?

At least he's alive and healthy now.

Wait until another twenty or thirty years, and you can boast to your heirs that you once had a trick with Shen Lian.

——The peerless master of the broken void, your father and I have a move with him, wrestling tea time, he pinched my numb tendons, and my strength was unloaded!

- Isn't your dad amazing!

- Good son, study hard!

This thought existed in Shen Lian's mind, the brute bull who was thrown out, without this thought, he just wanted to work hard to make his strength stronger.

Ma Ye laughed and said: "Good warrior, Shen Zhutou is really good kung fu, come here, give three glasses of wine!" ”

The guard brought a large tray with a roast leg of lamb on it, and three glasses of wine, all very large, each weighing at least half a catty.

Shen Lianxin said that your drama is really enough.

It's not enough to have a banquet, do you want me to play Fan Xu?

Fortunately, he didn't eat pork legs, although Shen Lian's stomach was bottomless, he really didn't like to eat raw.

At the moment, you are not welcome, with a stunned speed, eat and drink the roast leg of lamb and wine.

"Can Shen Zhutou still fight?"

"If you win every time, you can eat a roast leg of lamb, and you can hold on all day!"

"Okay, under the command of this general, there are several martial artists who are proficient in body refining, and they have long wanted to challenge Shen Zhutou."

"Please prepare the leg of lamb, General!"

Ma Ye waved his hand, and a slender warrior came quickly, holding a long stick in his hand.

"In Xia Meng Meng, I've seen Shen Zhutou!"

"Miao Jiang Stick King, Nantian God Pestle?"

"It's just a small name, why worry about it."

"Please help."

"I don't fight unarmed people, I have long heard that Shen Zhutou is good at marksmanship, please Shen Zhutou fight with a gun."

"You use a stick, and I use a stick."

Ma Ye signaled, the guard threw Shen Lian a Qi Mei stick, Shen Lian tried the length, and then signaled that it was ready, and asked Meng Meng to strike first.

Meng Meng was unceremonious, and slashed down with a stick.

Although he is good at sticks, he contains chopping routines, which are sharper and better than knives and guns.

Shen Lian turned sideways to avoid the stick blade, and pointed at his armpit with one eyebrow stick, Meng Meng turned over and retreated, but Shen Lian did not chase and motioned for the other party to continue attacking.

……

Comfort the embassy.

Lu Xiaofeng was making a boring round.

What Shen Lian said to Ximen Blowing Snow, Ximen Blowing Snow originally told Lu Xiaofeng that although he felt that the night patrol was quite boring, he didn't dare to be careless.

If something happens somewhere, causing the swords to bleed everywhere, then it is really a dead end.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng heard a soft sound, his ear power was not as good as Hua Manlou, but he was also very sensitive.

Lu Xiaofeng could never have heard it wrong.

The moment he heard the voice, Lu Xiaofeng had already flown over, his light skills were only slightly inferior to Chu Liuxiang, and at this moment, he urged his body method with all his strength, and he swept his feet fourteen zhang.

In the past two days, I have heard Shen Lian talk about the moon in Santan, Hangzhou, and there is a peerless master of light skills, known as Miss Li, who is known as Miss Li, a flying fairy in Santan, who can fly twenty zhang in one step.

Lu Xiaofeng sneered on the surface, saying that it was no big deal, but secretly decided to practice light skills.

Sooner or later, I'll catch up with that Miss Li!

Lu Xiaofeng flew over, looking at the man in black who had just sneaked here, and pointed out with a finger.

The man in black had just infiltrated the mansion, how did he know that the other party was so sensitive, and immediately flew back and retreated, this person is a thief in the south of Sichuan, and his light skills are quite good, but no matter how good he is, can he be faster than picking up stars?

Sikong can't outrun Lu Xiaofeng!

"Smack!"

The finger force popped out, and the burden on the back of the man in black was shattered by the spirit rhino's fingers, revealing several exquisite envelopes.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed, and he instantly understood the purpose of the man in black, and waved his hand to blast out a palm, and the power of the flame palm roared, burning all the envelopes into ashes.

This is the fire palm of the Kunlun faction, when Lu Xiaofeng went to Kunlun to play, he saw that the Kunlun disciples used it.

Lu Xiaofeng's learning ability is very strong, he grew up in the market since he was a child, and his martial arts are learned indiscriminately, and his learning ability is comparable to Shen Lian.

Don't say that it is just a fire palm, even the tricks such as flying immortals outside the sky, you can learn seven or eight percent after watching it.

When I first learned the Flame Palm, I thought that I could eat hot food when I was in the wild, but I didn't expect that there would be such a strange effect, which is quite interesting.

Lu Xiaofeng destroyed all the envelopes with a wave of his palm, and Feng Siniang happened to fly over, shouting to catch the assassin, and then pulled out the knife and cut off the head of the man in black with a knife.

The heart can be crooked!

It's impossible to have a crooked head!

……

Xiao Ting was bored with all kinds of affairs.

As the leader of the Blood Moon God Sect, Xiao Ting's management ability is very strong, even if it is just Xiao Kaiyan's recitation, he can deal with it while listening, and he can do it in an orderly manner.

Shen Lian asked him to be in charge, and the reason given was that he was known as a scholar of Wenjian and martial arts, and he was a scholar, and he must know more than the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, but Xiao Ting felt that Shen Lian must have discovered something, and even guessed his identity.

Otherwise, why is it always so coincidental?

The three brothers of the Xiao family, the eldest brother Xiao Yiren has a strong enterprising spirit and wants to make contributions, and the second brother Xiao Kaiyan is down-to-earth and diligent, temporarily serving as Xiao Ting's secretary.

Xiao Qiushui and Tang Fang were patrolling outside.

Tang Fang sensed that something was wrong, raised his hand and threw an iron lotus seed at the wall, and what was surprising was that the iron lotus seed also flew out of the wall, shooting down Tang Fang's iron lotus seed with the same technique, and then shooting out the iron lotus terrestris.

Dozens of thistles bloomed rapidly, like lotus flowers blooming, with gunpowder hidden in them, which would explode at the moment of blooming to the limit, and hundreds of quenching blades flew out, killing dozens of people in an instant.

Tribulus terrestris.

Tangmen's secret weapon technique.

Tang Fang immediately recognized the other party's origin, a little anger rose in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to the treasure bag on his waist.

Dozens of money darts were shot accurately, and before the thistle bloomed, the mechanism was cracked, and dozens of thistles landed at the same time, and there was no threat.

As a genius disciple of the Tang Sect, Tang Fang is of course not a vase, she is a real master of hidden weapons, and her exquisite secret weapon techniques have opened Xiao Qiushui's eyes.

"Whew!"

A huge stone lock slammed into Tang Fang, followed by a soft whip woven from thousands of filaments.

Tang Fang became more and more angry.

She already knew who these two people were.

The name of the one with the stone lock is Yang Tuo, and the name of the one with the soft whip is Lei Bian, who is the disciple of a certain Tang Sect elder.

In the ring competition, two fights and one are already very shameless.

What's even more shameless is that the master of the two of them secretly stole Tang Fang's secret weapon on the grounds of checking whether the secret weapon was quenched poison, which is extremely shameless.

After that, Tang Fang took back the secret weapon, knocked the two out of the ring in public, and invited the elders of the Tang Sect to do notarization, and expelled these people, they changed the court, turned around and threw themselves into Tang Fifteen's command, and became Tang Fifteen's cronies.

Tang Fang originally planned to save some face for his family, but after he ran away, he would be done, but when he saw the stone lock and the soft whip, the flying needles in his hands immediately turned into two delicate axes.

Tang Fang made a move.

The dark night instantly became even darker.

It was as if a heavy dark cloud had risen between the heavens and the earth, and the dark cloud was like a thick quilt, completely enveloping the surroundings.

It's as black as ink.

There is no light, no sound, no shadow.

Most of the mansion seems to have been cut open, stripped out of this world, and thrown into a special place of eternal darkness, which not only erodes vision, but also makes people's five senses completely out of order, losing all perception.

Tangmen stunt - freehand splash ink!

Darkness erodes, and two axes shoot out.

The secret weapon of the Tang Sect has reached the highest and deepest realm, and it does not need to be particularly exquisite, but it returns to the basics.

Axes, darts, iron lotus seeds, and flying needles, these most common hidden weapons, are the most powerful.

"Freehand splash ink" is a throwing axe.

Tang Fang's skill is not deep enough, and can only cover most of the courtyard, and Mrs. Tang can use this trick to cover a hundred square feet, making people defeat themselves without a fight.

"Whew!"

Torches burned in mid-air.

Lei Bian was originally born in Perak Hall, and the best thing in the family was firearms, but his aunt married a certain Tang Sect elder as his wife, and he followed his uncle as a teacher.

Seeing the darkness around him, he immediately knew that Tang Fang had made a move, and hurriedly shot out the firearm to dispel the darkness with flames and restrain Tang Fang's hidden weapon.

How is this possible?

If the firearm could restrain the freehand splash of ink, it would be impossible for Mrs. Tang to become the head of the Tang family.

When the flames burned, Yang Tuo and Lei Chang fell to the ground at the same time, Yang Tuo's neck was cut open by the axe, Lei Chang was more shameless, Tang Fang hated Lei Chang deeply, and the axe flew towards Lei Chang's head and embedded it in his brain.

Although the two of them died, their masters, Tang Buquan and Thunderstorm Light, had already made a sneak attack.

Of course, the two recognized Tang Fang, and knew that they couldn't stop the freehand splash of ink, so they deliberately let their two disciples go to explore the way, and then took the opportunity to sneak attack and kill Tang Fang.

Dozens of thunderbolts flew in, Tang Fang had just made a strong move, and his true qi was powerless, if these thunderbolts exploded, the entire courtyard would be blown up.

At this moment, Xiao Qiushui drew his sword.

Xiao Qiushui majored in family swordsmanship, but he never followed the rules, at the age of seventeen, he had already become a family of his own, and he had been practicing outside for many years, and had been inherited by many predecessors, and his swordsmanship was exquisite.

Can sword qi block thunderbolts?

Of course!

Because it was Xiao Qiushui who held the sword!

The sword was gently circled into rings, and one ring was superimposed on another, and in an instant, the sword circle filled more than ten zhang square, bouncing the thunderbolt into the air.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

One after another, the thunderbolts exploded one after another, as if igniting magnificent fireworks, and the Tang side returned to the source and shot delicate sleeve arrows in the direction from which the thunderbolts came.

Blank poems!

The arrows are like the preface of the Lanting Pavilion, the pen walks the dragon and the snake, like the drunkenness of the poet fairy, the sword dance is overwhelmed, such as the grass saint raising a glass, taking off the hat and revealing the crown in front of the prince, waving the paper like a cloud of smoke.

It is the lonely smoke of the desert, the sunset of the long river, the long clouds of Qinghai, the willow of the Qiangdi, and the lotus of ten miles.

What you think, that's what it is.

Because this is inspiration, different people will have different feelings when holding a pen, and different people will write different poems and depict different scenes when they look at the scenery.

Ten thousand fires flashed in the eyes of the thunderstorm light, as if he saw a volcanic eruption, he knew it was illusory, he knew it was an illusion, but he just couldn't get out of it.

"Poof!"

The arrow pierced the throat of Thunderstorm Light.

"Click!"

Xiao Qiushui swung his sword and slashed Tang Buquan's throat.

Shen Lian once said, don't leave your mouth alive.

Even if there is no order, these scum who will bring disaster to the family, Tang Fang will not be able to stay alive.

Tang Fang is a very kind girl.

But her kindness will not be left to the evil villain.

Showing kindness to evil villains is the greatest cruelty to truly kind people.

It's just that Tang Buquan's surname is Tang after all, not a disciple with a foreign surname, Tang Fang is inconvenient to kill him personally, Xiao Qiushui is very considerate and takes the initiative to solve the trouble for Tang Fang.

"It's a good secret weapon, worthy of being a disciple of the Tang Sect."

"Your swordsmanship is also very good."

The two looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

……

Simon blows snow in front of the man in black.

The man in black said coldly: "Ximen Blowing Snow, I don't have any grudges with you, I don't want to kill you, don't get in my way, otherwise you will regret it." ”

Simon Blowing Snow did not speak.

He's not a man of many words.

He knew that the current situation was like a huge powder keg that would explode when it met a spark, and he didn't know how to quiet the powder keg, but he knew that as long as he killed a traitor, his safety would increase.

So, Simon blew snow and drew his sword.

"Simon blowing snow, you are looking for death!"

The man in black roared coldly, and the slender swords in his hand instantly turned into dozens, and the radius was full of psychedelic sword qi, which was a phantom sword technique.

This is the swordsmanship created by the "shadow assassin" Yang Xuyan during the Sui and Tang dynasties, which is specially designed for the enemy's senses, and uses a unique technique to induce sword light and sword qi to hide people's eyes and interfere with the enemy's five senses.

The sword momentum unfolded, and the sword rained like a rain of stabs towards the West Gate blowing snow around the body, hiding the truth in the void, hiding the void in the truth, if you can't distinguish the virtual from the real, it is difficult to avoid its killing moves.

Simon Blowing Snow did not distinguish between the real and the false.

Because his swordsmanship is never a crack.

Simon Blowing Snow's sword has only one word: attack!

The terrible cold light flashed, hundreds of sword rays dissipated in an instant, the man in black covered his throat in disbelief, and Simon Blowing Snow crossed the long sword, blowing away the blood on the blade, and put the sword into the scabbard.

(End of chapter)