"Well, Childe remember to prepare the silver taels."

The six of them simply left a word, only to show up and see it, and then turned around and disappeared in the market, going neatly.

Li Ducian looked at the clear and distinct river water in the river, and whispered in his mouth: "Rakshasa Sect? Interesting. ”

Just like the three sects and nine streams in the martial arts of the Central Plains, in addition to the supreme and powerful Demon Sect in the West, there are also many sects and forces distributed in various parties and annexed each other.

Among them, there are also ambitious people who want to take advantage of the situation.

Now that the Demon Sect is divided, it is not only a great opportunity for the Central Plains Martial Arts, but the West is naturally no exception. Those forces that wanted to come to the west are now dividing up and fighting for the remaining inheritance of the Demon Sect.

And these six people belong to another party outside the Demon Sect.

If a person wants to achieve great things, of course, he must be fully prepared and leave a few back roads.

This road was the strategy he thought of after connecting the north and south and the countries of the Western Regions.

In case the Demon Sect had crossed the river and demolished the bridge for him, of course, he had to be prepared so that he could deal with it at any time.

Fortunately, luck is not too bad, and it has not fallen to the point of going far away from the Western Regions.

And these three river estuaries are the strongholds responsible for delivering news.

The location here is special, you can advance or retreat, you can go straight into the Central Plains along the waterway, you can retreat thousands of miles, or go to Dali, or go straight to Tibet, or hide into 100,000 mountains, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and there is infinite vitality.

The difference is that this force used to do the business of collecting money for life, but now it has actually established a religion.

You don't have to think about it, you must have carved up a lot of the heritage of the Demon Sect and started to grow.

"It's a pity."

If it weren't for the Blue Dragon Society, he would have really thought that even the forces of the Western Regions would have intervened, with the thousands of Demon Sect elites and Tie Yan, and with the secret weapon of "Peacock Villa", what kind of sect and that sect, local chickens and dogs.

Thinking of this, Li Ducian gathered his mind, turned around and took a step, lifted up, and swept up a low hill as light as a swallow.

Seeing that the scenery on the river could be seen here, he chose a relatively flat place to sit down.

No matter what the three here, the temple is difficult to manage, the rivers and lakes are not managed, and no one can manage it.

He wanted to see what kind of domineering goods would come, just waiting for the other party to come.

As for the Central Plains martial arts, calculate the time, Gongzi Yu is about to make a big move, and now the forces of all parties have suffered a great loss of vitality after the first battle of Taihu Lake, the longer it drags on, the smaller the chance of victory, and there will be no hesitation.

Li Ducian breathed slightly, swallowed his breath, thought about it, and suddenly took out two things that were hidden close to his body from his placket.

The same is the inheritance left to him by the flying swordsman, and the same is Qiu Xiaolou's sword technique.

One sword, one sword.

The swordsmanship is nameless, but the swordsmanship is famous.

The swordsmanship is written on the page, and the swordsmanship falls on the cloth, which is called "a style of divine sword".

"If you learn this trick, you must first go to the 'unity of man and sword', so that you can become 'serving the sword'. Feel the magic of the knife, the ferocity of the knife, the fierceness of the knife, control people with the knife, the soul of the knife, the siblings of the knife, the knife is the person, the person is the knife......"

"Commanding people with a sword?"

Li Ducian only glanced at it, only to realize that it was a sword technique, but it was more like some kind of martial arts concept, which seemed to have not yet been perfected. And what this trick pursues is a kind of spiritual realm without thinking and thoughtless, only one knife remains, to the end, one knife to cut out, no advance or retreat, only life and death.

He raised his hand, without any hesitation, and the cloth had turned into crumbs and powder between his fingers.

With a flicker of his eyes, Li Ducian looked at the sword book left by the flying swordsman again.

I think it's been some years, the pages are yellowed and old, but when I open it, my expression is a little more confused, then weird, and finally silent.

It's not that the swordsmanship recorded in it is amazing, but it's ordinary, too ordinary.

This move, don't say it's him, even a seven or eight-year-old child on the street can play a few tricks in a good way.

Turning to the end in one breath, there are only a dozen pages, a total of thirteen sword moves, and each page is accompanied by a strange poem.

"Could it be that there is a mystery inside?"

Thinking of this, Li Ducian couldn't help but have a big head for a while, how can the masters of the rivers and lakes like to play this set.

These thirteen sword moves have no similarities or similarities, and they are also incoherent and difficult to connect, so that the moves cannot be made and the style cannot be formed, which is simply a mess.

The more Li Ducian looked at it, the more he frowned, and the more he looked at it, the more clueless he became.

Just sitting here is most of the day.

The sky is long and windy, the waves on the river are magnificent, Li Ducia sits on the top of the mountain, while understanding the sword spectrum, while paying attention to the changes on the river.

Before you know it, the sun is setting on the horizon, and the remnant sun is like fire.

But seeing that the river water is clear and turbid, it is reflected by the afterglow, half of it is as thick as blood paste, and half is as deep as ink, which is extremely fantastic.

Li Duciao's eyes trembled slightly, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the sword spectrum in a ghostly manner.

He looked at a few small paintings pointing east and west on the sword book, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he reached out and folded the page from it, and the portrait in it was suddenly only half left, and then the other page was folded backwards, and the portrait was half again.

The two pieces together are perfectly connected.

And his fold, along with the poems on the page, has also changed.

The poem left on this first page is "Qiankun wanders alone by the sword", and the latter sentence is "one finger to the Xuanqi Gate", after he folded, the former only left the word "Qiankun", and the latter only left the word "one finger".

Li Ducian's hand slowly fell, and he was silent for a long time before he read these four words together.

"A finger."

He knew that the legacy left by the flying swordsman was unusual, but he didn't expect it to be too extraordinary.

A finger.

This is the father of the "famous hero" Shen Lang, the "King of Kyushu" Shen Tianjun who dominated the rivers and lakes and thwarted the Yunmeng Fairy and many other immortal martial arts.

"It turned out to be swordsmanship."

Li Ducian took a deep breath, frowned, and looked complicated.

The flying swordsman is really enough to take out this kind of thing.

He also understood what the other party meant.

I thought about it when I first took it, but I never expected it to be so amazing.

Without too much entanglement, Li Ducian quickly memorized all the secrets in his heart, rubbed his hands, and the sword score immediately dispersed into dust.

The hours passed, the twilight grew thicker, and the sky grew darker.

Suddenly, a strong killing machine struck with the twilight wind, and the startled mountain birds on both sides of the strait flew away.

Here it comes.

Li Ducian turned his head.

But on a low hill on the other side of the river, with the last ray of heavenly light, four tall and thin figures like ghosts can be vaguely seen, and they are javelin-like pestles on the top of the mountain.

"Not from the Blue Dragon Society? Could it be the big fish's men? It's coming fast. ”

Li Ducian determined the identity of the other party almost instantly, he pressed the hat, stood up, the cold wind filled the placket, and looked at each other across the river.

The murderous intent in the twilight wind was even stronger, and many people shrank their heads and shrunk their heads, silent as cicadas.

The four figures are like ghosts, the body is strong and gloomy, raise their feet and take a step, they have fallen from the top of the mountain like a meteor, and before they can land, the wide green robe suddenly rises in the wind, turning into four green shadows, sweeping over the grass and trees, swinging over the slopes, and rushing straight to the river, coming quickly and urgently, and the eyes have reached the center of the river.

"Tut-tut, what a quick body."

Seeing that the four of them were about to cross the river, Li Ducian unhurriedly dusted off the dust on his body, took off the hat and shook his hand, and the hat in his hand instantly turned into a sharp shadow and flew down from the top of the mountain.

The four of them were like arrows off the string, moving like flying, and their eyes were like cold lightning.

Kankan crossed the river, and saw a sharp shadow fall in front of him.

The hat was just woven of bamboo, and now it was thrown by Li Ducicada like this, and it fell to the ground, like a thunderbolt explosion.

The four of them were expressionless, just staring at Li Ducicada as if they were impermanent.

All four of them were pale, clean-faced, one fat and one thin, and two were slightly stronger.

"Four eunuchs again."

Li Ducian lowered his eyelids, smiled condescendingly and contemptuously, beckoned to the other party with his right hand, and then turned and walked into the night.

It wasn't long before the four of them arrived.

In the night breeze, I suddenly heard the crisp sound of jingling bells, from far and near, light and ethereal, accompanied by bursts of fragrant wind.

But there was not one person, but a group of six.

"Chase!"

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