Lu Liding and his wife, as well as Wu Sanniang, have already been alarmed by the children's fighting.

At this time, when they heard the voice, everyone looked up and saw a girl in a Taoist robe standing by the eaves.

She looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the moonlight reflected on her face, making her more and more white and pretty, and behind her was a sheathed ancient sword, and the blood-red sword silk hunted in the wind.

Lu Liding originally thought that Li Mochou had arrived, but when he saw that it was a girl, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in a deep voice: "In Xia Lu Liding, are you Li Mochou's subordinate?" ”

The girl was Li Mochou's disciple Hong Lingbo, and at this time, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "It's good that you know!" Kill your wife, your daughters, and your servants, and kill yourself, so that I don't have to do any more work. ”

These few words were said lightly, not slowly, and did not take the people present in their eyes at all.

When Lu Liding heard this, he was so angry that his whole body trembled, and said, "You...... You ......"

Originally, I wanted to rush up and fight the enemy directly, but the other party was just a teenage girl, and it would be really inappropriate for me to make a move.

He was a bit pedantic, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"What a big breath, just because you are worthy of destroying my Lujiazhuang?"

Just as he was hesitating, Lu Nianchou had already snorted coldly, jumped up, and landed on the eaves in a few ups and downs.

"You are Li Mochou's disciple Hong Lingbo, you don't have much ability, but your tone is very arrogant."

"I'd like to see what you're capable of!"

Lu Nianchou said, and put his palm on the sheath treasure knife behind his back.

This short knife is called Yinque, which was left by his father Lu Zhanyuan, about two feet long, and is made of heavy silver and cold iron at the bottom of the sea, and is a rare treasure knife.

Since his father's death, the knife has fallen into his hands and has been maintained by him day and night, but over the years, he has never had a chance to unsheath it...... See blood!

"I think there is really no one in Lujiazhuang, and it is ridiculous to let you come out as a yellow-haired child."

"Well, I'll take your life first, and then cut off the heads of others."

As he spoke, the long sword behind Hong Lingbo came out of its sheath with a bang, and in the cold moonlight, it was like a streamer.

Lu Nianchou's eyes narrowed slightly, he was not an ordinary person in his previous life, and he had experienced killing.

Although he has not done anything in this life for many years, the evil qi in his chest has not only not dissipated, but has become more and more pure, just like an evil tiger trapped in a cage.

Once you break out of the cage, you have to choose people to eat!

Qiang!!

Like a silver bottle bursting with water slurry, a silver sword light was even brighter than the bright moon in the sky at this moment.

The Silver Sparrow Knife was as thin as a cicada's wings, and it made a buzzing sound in the night.

Phew!

It was as if a silver finch flapped its wings and tore through the dark night sky in an instant.

Seeing this, Hong Lingbo's originally indifferent face suddenly changed drastically.

You must know that she has good qualifications, and she studied with Li Mochou to learn advanced martial arts, although she is young, she has already begun to penetrate the tricks not long ago.

Although he has not yet opened up the first serious article, in terms of strength, he can already gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes and be called a master.

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him, who was much younger than himself, had such a sharp knife technique.

It is not inferior to those swordsmen who have practiced knives for decades, and even surpasses it in terms of subtlety.

She no longer dared to have the slightest contempt, and the ancient tomb sect swordsmanship inherited from Li Mochou suddenly unfolded, and the aura of slaughter came to her face.

Lu Nianchou was unmoved, although the other party's internal strength cultivation was a step higher than him, but the martial arts competition never only looked at the martial arts realm.

If this is the case, when competing, you only need to show your own realm, and those with low cultivation will kill themselves, where do you still need to fight.

The cultivation and realm of internal strength are only part of the strength, and the martial arts moves, internal strength and mental methods, light martial arts body methods, weapons and armor, and even on-the-spot play and the mentality of the enemy all affect the victory or defeat.

No matter how high the internal cultivation is, if you don't know how to use it, or if you don't know how to kill people, you're just a reckless man with great strength.

Encountering a real 'executioner' is like a pig encountering a hungry wolf, and the end is already doomed.

In the hang-up system, the practice of internal kung fu is divided into six stages, foundation building, qi cultivation, tongqi, zhoutian, congenital, and celestial.

Lu Nianchou is ten years old, and now he has been cultivating his qi for three years, and he is only a stone's throw away from the master.

The so-called know-how, in fact, is the process of people in the martial arts to get through the twelve canons, many big school disciples, Jianghu high-rollers, often trapped here all their lives, it is difficult to penetrate the twelve canons, forming a cycle of Zhoutian.

As long as the internal force runs through the twelve canons and runs Zhoutian, it will immediately be able to make a name for itself in the rivers and lakes and become a famous martial arts master, a hero.

"It's a pity that my hang-up system needs more and better martial arts to show its usefulness."

Although Lu Nianchou is still one step away from the master, and his explosiveness is inferior to Hong Lingbo, the gap between the two sides is not large, and it is not without the strength to fight.

Bang dang!

The moment the swords collided, Lu Nianchou followed the knife, like a spirit sparrow flapping its wings, flying above the eaves of the house, the sword light was as fast as lightning, one knife was faster than the other, and in the blink of an eye, Hong Lingbo was enveloped.

"Good!"

Lu Liding couldn't help but applaud excitedly when he saw this scene, his martial arts were passed down by his brother, although he had never faced the enemy, his vision was not weak.

Although his nephew Lu Nianchou's internal strength cultivation is still weak, this set of Lu family knife techniques is fast and smart, and the sword light is sharp, and he has already entered the house.

Vaguely, it is even higher than his sword skills.

Lu Liding knew that his martial arts qualifications were mediocre, and it was difficult for him to reach the advanced realm of martial arts in his life, and since the death of his brother, he was afraid that the Lu family's sword technique would be lonely in his hands.

At this time, when I saw my brother and sister-in-law, so young, I practiced the Lu family's sword method to such a realm, I only felt that the sky had eyes, and although my brother died young, there were successors.

For a while, his eyes were red, and he secretly made up his mind that even if he was desperate, he would let his nephew escape.

"As long as Nian Chou can escape, our Lujiazhuang will be regarded as a successor!"

When Lu Liding felt nostalgic, the silver sparrow knife in Lu Nianchou's hand was vertical and horizontal, a knife was faster than a knife, the knife light was like a wave, and the blade was like a silver sparrow, dancing in the waves.

For the first time since he practiced martial arts, he was so hearty, the silver ring with his long hair exploded, his black hair danced wildly, and he let out a long roar.

"Hahaha!"

"Rejoice! Joyfully! ”

"Hong Lingbo, I want to see how many knives you can block me?"

Lu Nian's eyes were cold, and there was a beast-like madness in the depths of his pupils, and the silver finch knife in his hand slashed out one hundred and eight times in a row.

Sonor!

When the sword light fell again, Hong Lingbo finally lost his long sword, and with a slight deviation, he was slashed by a touch of sword light across his side face, and a strand of long hair slowly fell from the air.

As soon as the silver sparrow knife in Lu Nianchou's hand rolled, the wisps of green silk suddenly fell into his palm, and he sneered: "Next time, the knife in my hand will cut more than just hair." ”

Hong Lingbo's face was blue and red, and it was really embarrassing to be defeated by a teenager who was much younger than himself.

Her pretty face was dizzy, and she said, "You are Lu Zhanyuan's only son, Lu Nianchou, right?" ”

"I don't care about you, when my master comes, I see if you can still be hard-mouthed."

As he spoke, he jumped off the eaves and retreated into the night.

It's just that no one expected that Hong Lingbo seemed to retreat, but the moment his figure fell, he snapped out several silver needles with his fingers, which were as fast as light in the night, and they were actually hitting Lu Wushuang, Cheng Ying and Lu Liding.