Li Ducian went far.

He walked out of the city, walked in the sunset, and walked among the maple trees.

The frost and snow have melted, and the remnants of the sun are like blood.

Li Ducian walked very slowly, although his expression was flat, but the fighting spirit in his heart kept burning, surging in his lungs, flowing into his limbs, turning into a rag of fire, showing in his eyes.

With his hands behind his back, he watched the scenery along the way like a leisurely stroll, his mind was extremely sober, and he would never be complacent because he killed Sun Wuer, and he felt that he could walk alone in the martial arts and laugh proudly.

There are too many people in this world who are greedy for power and power, and often compare themselves with the sky once they gain power, so that in the end, they are lawless, corrupted by power and profit, forget their beliefs, abandon their ambitions, become unscrupulous, and crazy like demons.

This kind of person, since the day he became famous and powerful, was doomed to a sad end and a tragic fall.

But he won't.

He knew what he wanted from the beginning, and power and profit were just the means to achieve his ends, if he really wanted to describe it, then he wanted to become the existence of controlling "power" and "profit", he wanted to look down on the world, he wanted to be famous, not to become a slave of power.

But this does not mean that he will despise the life and death of others, on the contrary, Li Ducian loves life very much, so he will be full of interest in many things, and he will delve into it, thus creating a full body of skills.

Then he saw a man.

A man in purple.

The man stood under a few maple leaves redder than blood and brighter than fire, with a parting hook hanging from his waist, and looked at him quietly.

Li Ducian smiled: "I don't have time to deal with you today, let's do it another day." ”

The man in purple had a long face and a blue face, and he didn't smile, as if he really understood this sentence, looked at the end of the maple forest path, turned around and walked away.

Li Ducian took a deep look at the person's back and continued to walk, but after walking not far, he saw another person.

This time it was a stranger, a little old man in a sheepskin jacket, with messy hair, dirty body, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, and a copper cigarette stick in his hand, his shriveled cheeks squirmed lightly, and he puffed his cigarette holder, and a ball of sparks lit up in the smoke pot.

As the sun set, the old man walked past Li Ducicada with heavy steps.

Li Ducian glanced at the other party, but just when he was passing by by mistake, he suddenly paused, looked back again, and there was nothing behind him, how could there be any old man, and his eyes immediately turned cold: "There are so many people who are making fun, this son will give you three breaths, retreat quickly, otherwise, you will all die." ”

"Ghost Boy has such a big breath, I ......"

Someone in the maple forest on all sides immediately responded unconvinced, but before the words were finished, there was no follow-up.

Suddenly, a series of rapid strange sounds sounded in all directions in the forest, like birds flying in shock, like beasts running, and all the figures scattered away, and escaped in the blink of an eye.

The heads of the major families in Baoding City are now except for "Li Yuan", and the rest are either bowed down, or bought by him, or fled; How could these Jianghu people who rushed to help dare to enter the city, they could only stay outside, and when they heard about Guo Ding's war, they moved their minds.

It's a pity that there is no heart but no guts.

Li Ducian walked forward for a short while, until he walked through the path, and then stopped.

In front of you is an octagonal pavilion.

There was someone in the pavilion, a thin young man, dressed in black and with a black sword, tall and burly.

It is the contemporary walking of "Songyang Iron Sword", Guo Ding.

The man's face was also black, but his dark eyes were shining.

Because Li Ducian is here.

Guo Ding originally thought that people like Li Ducian would never put themselves in danger, and would not even go to the appointment.

Li Ducian had a warm smile on her pale face: "Don't worry, it has always been my long-cherished wish to compete with the world's masters." ”

Guo Ding said: "Thank you! ”

People are cold, swords are cold, and words are even colder.

But Li Ducian suddenly noticed the haggardness and tiredness flashing in the other party's eyes, as well as drunkenness.

This man actually drank alcohol?

He frowned, turned around and was about to exit the pavilion.

Guo Ding's voice sank, his eyes were steeply dilated, and he was full of murderous intent: "Are you humiliating me? ”

Li Ducian said lightly: "I'm not interested in people who seek death. ”

Guo Ding's breathing was tight, and for a moment he only felt that he was completely seen by Li Ducian's eyes that knew the world, and his dark face was pale and bloodless.

He looked at Li Ducian coldly, and said in a loud voice: "You are also injured, I will never believe that you are unharmed." ”

Li Ducian glanced back at him: "Ding Linglin? ”

Guo Ding's hand holding the sword was already blue to the bones, his lips were pursed, and he gritted his teeth.

Li Ducian guessed that this person actually fell in love with Ding Linglin, but unfortunately Ding Linglin already has Ye Kai, and she will only like Ye Kai, although this girl is very kind, but it is destined to have no results.

"Are you trying to beat me so she can look at me differently? Or do you want to sacrifice your life to fight for the Central Plains Martial Arts to eradicate my great evil? He asked.

Guo Ding's pupils were already contracting, and the light in his eyes was only like a rootless fire, crumbling and almost extinguished.

Li Ducian sighed, stopped, and looked at the long pavilion: "Is this the long pavilion back then?" ”

Guo Ding sat back in despair, picked up the wine jug on the ground, took a sip, the wine drenched his hair, and said in a dumb voice: "Yes, this is where the 'Old Man of Tianji' Sun Baifa met and clashed with the 'Dragon and Phoenix Shuanghuan' Shangguan Jinhong, and the 'Little Li Flying Knife' Li Tanhua. ”

At that time, Shangguan Jinhong hibernated for several years, and then rose, recruited seventeen masters of "Weapon Spectrum", and because of the reappearance of "Treasure of Mercy Flowers", it was here that Jing had no life to make a move on Li Tanhua, but was shocked by Sun Baifa's words.

Li Ducian suddenly changed his mind, did not leave, but sat down and beckoned: "Wine!" ”

So, in the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, and there were already two more jars of fine wine outside the long pavilion.

Li Dusk Cicada was about to take a sip, but suddenly, the twilight wind was sudden, filling his clothes, and the maple leaves flew up all over the ground, as if he was born out of thin air, full of a terrible killing machine.

This is sword qi.

The unimaginable and unparalleled edge, as if even the wind had turned into a sword, and the face of the person who cut it was stinging.

Guo Ding's face changed in an instant, his eyes were fixed on the sword, and all the emotions in his eyes were gone, leaving only an undisguised shock and shock.

Li Dui's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at the path deep in the maple forest, and said with a leisurely smile: "You can leave." ”

He said it to Guo Ding, and immediately slapped the mud seal of the wine jar with his big hand, raised his head and poured half a jar of spirits, and laughed: "Good wine!" What wine! ”

And on the path where he came, Li Ducian had already seen a person, a lonely middle-aged swordsman.

This person's back is straight, thick eyebrows and big eyes, thin lips are like edges, his body is full of wind and dust, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes, but the whole person is colder than Guo Ding, his indifferent face is like a cold stone that has not changed for a thousand years, coarse linen clothes, and his eyebrows and eyes are cold, as if he was beaten with iron.

Guo Ding's pupils not only contracted, but his heart was contracting: "Flying swordsman? ”

Li Ducian wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the other party with his eyes looking directly at him: "You want to see me?" ”

The middle-aged swordsman looked at him coldly: "Are you waiting for me?" ”

Li Ducian fell silent, he looked at the other party's waist, there was no sword.

And the middle-aged swordsman's expression also changed slightly, because at the same time as he appeared, two figures walked out of the left and right of the long pavilion.

One person carries two swords, wears a golden mask, and his ink robe faces the wind, standing on the canopy of the tree in the air, like a feather riding the wind, ethereal. The other person strode out of the wind maple forest with his hands behind his back, also wearing a golden mask and a silk robe, not knowing where he came from, and not seeing his true face.

Li Ducian looked calm, walked out of the long pavilion, and responded, "Yes, I'm waiting for you." ”

The middle-aged swordsman bowed: "Okay, then I'll see you." ”

In an instant, the wind in the forest suddenly rose, and the three qi engines were intertwined to fight against the immortal enemy in front of them.

(End of chapter)