172: Mysterious old man, peerless master

There are quirky !!

Li Ducicada stopped walking, squinted his eyes, took a few steps forward, and finally stopped in front of the stall.

The long street is quiet, drizzling like hair, and this is the only one.

He didn't speak, just lowered his eyelids and looked into the big urn of the soup pot, good guy, and saw that under the tumbling rich soup, a good Liuyang head was floating coldly, and the boiled skin was rotten and the meat was crispy, revealing the white bones.

Li Ducian raised his eyebrows like a knife and grinned: "Interesting, I've seen black shops, and I've also seen people and cooks, but I haven't heard of you on the rivers and lakes." ”

The old woman's eyes were vivid and arrogant, how could she be a little old, her eyes were dripping, and she looked around Li Duciao's body, as if she was picking a knife.

The smile on Li Ducian's face was even worse, and she said gently: "It seems that you don't know who I am? ”

The old woman sneered again and again: "I don't care which way you are a grandson bastard." ”

Li Ducian said quietly: "I didn't even ask who I was, so I killed the old eunuch?" It's stupid. ”

But the old woman said, "Whoever you are, you are destined to die today." ”

Li Ducian kept staring at the head rolling in the soup pot, and suddenly sneered: "It turned out to be a pretentious thing, why does this person's head smell of pork?" ”

The old woman's expression changed immediately, and her right hand didn't know when to handle a black-body, white-bladed bone chopping knife, the edge of which was snowy and shiny, and it slashed horizontally towards Li Dui's neck like lightning.

Li Dui's body didn't move, but the wind suddenly came in the rain, his whole clothes swayed, and the person had floated into the air, stepping on the sharp knife like a dragonfly, standing with his hands in his hands, and asked condescendingly and casually: "What is your name?" ”

The old woman was taken aback, and suddenly her body shook, and she suddenly heard the sound of cracking, and among the rags scattered in the sky, she saw two cold rays like snakes scurrying and flying from below.

This is a young and beautiful woman.

This person is dressed very gorgeously, with a colorful ribbon wrapped around his body, crossed his shoulders around his arms, like a dancing girl in the poem and painting, and there are two swords tied to the two ends of the ribbon, the cold light is cold, the purple mangs are moving, and the double swords are flying between the changes in the posture, and the sword shadow is heavy suddenly, which is both infinite and wonderful.

The wind and rain did not change, the two swords pierced the rain curtain, and only stopped the offensive when they were three inches away from the center of Li Ducian's eyebrows.

No, it's not stopped, Li Ducicada's eyes didn't blink, and the person had already floated and then retreated, and the distance of three inches was like a moat every other day.

"You can't be the grandson of the Fu, right?" He said.

The women's double sword is close to the far attack, the sword is controlled in the air with a ribbon around the handle, and the pace is light and agile between the walks, as if dancing, and the wide sleeves are thrown, like a dragon and a tiger leaping, and the momentum is extraordinary.

Especially when she heard that Li Ducian broke her bottom as soon as she opened her mouth, the woman's bright and charming eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, but she didn't respond, she screamed, the ribbon was quickly closed, and the two swords started in an instant, and the two swords became more and more powerful, like a swimming dragon, like thunder, the sword wind swished, the sword qi was swallowed, and the bright sword light almost reflected the long street.

"Stop!"

Li Ducian was about to make a move, but heard a light voice floating in the rain.

With this voice, the woman was like a lightning strike, and hurriedly withdrew her sword and retreated to the side.

Li Ducian followed the sound and looked, only to see that a portal was opened at the end of the long street, and the light came out, and there was a person sitting in the door, sitting sideways, dressed in brocade clothes, and it was an old man.

But the distance between the two sides is less than thirty or forty feet, and from a distance, the figures and lights in the rain are almost blurred, but this voice can float in a condensed and undispersed manner, and clearly enter the ears of the two, what kind of skill is this?

The old man replied gently: "I have to say, you are very lucky, haven't you always wanted to see what kind of person the leader of the World Alliance is?" How can you not know people in person, isn't it a big joke? ”

The woman's eyes were shocked, and she looked at Li Ducian again.

"You are the person behind Bai Yujing?"

Seeing that he was recognized, Li Ducian simply didn't hide it, he walked steadily, the wind and rain blew in his face, and the muscles and bones on his face actually began to squirm, and after a while, his appearance was repeated, and he raised his hand to take off those small moles.

"This is the Phaseless Divine Skill? Hehe, it's really rare to see in a hundred years, not bad. The old man turned his head and looked, he still wore a mud bodhisattva face on his face, only his eyes were exposed, and it was difficult to see his true face, "I am not only the person behind him, I am also the person behind Gongzi Yu, and the person behind the control of the Blue Dragon Society." ”

Li Ducian smiled: "But now it is Gongzi Yu who orders the Blue Dragon Society." ”

The old man sat casually and lazily, pressed his knees lightly, and said disapprerovitically: "Man, there are always times when I am tired, I just rest, but he thinks that he has really become the master." ”

After a slight pause, the man sighed again: "This person's life is more like a dream, and now his dream is about to wake up." ”

Li Ducian is getting closer and closer.

The old man said, "Kneel down." ”

Of course, this sentence was not said to Li Ducian, but to the woman.

The old man continued: "Kowtow to the Li League! ”

The man simply sits, but speaks in a tone that is so lofty that no one can disobey him, filled with a suffocating cruelty.

The woman's face was pale, and she really knelt down at Li Ducian, knelt in the rain, and then slammed her snow-white forehead against the stone slab.

Li Duciao's feet suddenly seemed to be bound by iron chains, he stopped, and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you kill her?" ”

He was by no means sympathetic to this man.

He just couldn't stand one person abusing another so badly, especially when he heard such a condescending tone.

Li Ducian can kill people without blinking, but he respects every life, whether it is good or bad, he feels that he can still give the other party enough dignity, the dignity of the person who dies, and the dignity of the person who lives to live.

The old man said calmly: "She is begging for your forgiveness, which is the price of rushing you." ”

Li Ducian's face was gloomy, his eyes were even more gloomy and terrifying, there was a ghost fire rising in his eyes, and there seemed to be black gas spreading at the end of his eyes, he really didn't like this kind of tone of pointing and pointing and thinking that he was in charge of everything.

"If you still have the backbone, you should take up your sword and stab him."

But the woman only cared about prostrating, and did not dare to make any other movements.

Such a master, in the blink of an eye, fell like this, humble as an ant.

Li Ducian was silent, the old man waited silently, only the sound of the woman kept kowtowing.

Soon the ground was covered in blood.

Li Ducian sighed: "You get up, I forgive you." ”

At this time, the woman stopped moving.

The old man smiled and spoke again: "I have thought about it for a long time, and I still plan to meet you before I start." ”

The coldness on Li Ducian's face and the evil in his eyes disappeared in an instant, he just stood quietly in the rain, his hair was scattered, his eyes looked at each other calmly, and waited for the following.

The old man pondered for a while: "You are a talent, but also a genius, it would be a pity to kill you, compared to crawling on the rivers and lakes, turning clouds and rain, why not go to the temple and give it a try...... I heard that you were interested in gaining fame back then, so now you might as well give it another try. ”

Li Ducian asked, "What to try?" ”

The old man sat on the rattan chair: "Hehe, you must understand what I mean, Gongzi Yu doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and his ambition is too great, and although Bai Yujing is outstanding, he is still a little inferior to a few of you who are in the world, as for Shangguan Xiaoxian, with Shangguan Jinhong in front, it is destined not to be used by me, so I am most optimistic about you." ”

The rain seemed to be a little heavier, and Li Ducian said softly: "Finished? ”

The old man smiled slightly, and then Li Ducian encountered a strange thing that had never been seen before.

This man was actually pouring wine.

He raised his glass in his left hand and held the pot in his right hand, and the old amber wine immediately poured out of the spout, tilted like an arrow, and fell into the cup.

Li Dui's pupils seemed to gradually shrink at this moment, because the wine glass was not big, but the old man had already poured two breaths, then three, four, and five breaths...... Finally, it was a full ten breaths.

The glass is not yet full, and the wine has not yet overflowed.

Not only did it not overflow, but this person's index finger lightly buttoned the wine jug, and the poured wine actually rushed into the rain, just because the wine glass had been sent out by the other party, and it flew sideways in front of Li Dui's body, and it didn't fall, which was still miraculous.

The two were about ten paces apart.

But I saw that the wine condensed into a line, and a crescent-like trajectory crossed the air, and fell into the cup impartially; But as soon as the wine entered the glass, it was swept out by a sharp whirlwind, and returned to the spout of the pot against the current.

Between the wind and rain, the wine poured over and over again, as if it would never be satisfied, never poured inexhaustibly, and the wine cup was even more affected by the wine like a spinning top, as if it was constantly plucked by an invisible hand.

Li Ducian wanted to make a move, but the qi around this person was as round as this wine at this time, without any flaws, and he seemed to be sitting, but in fact, he had put on the most terrifying posture in the world to meet the enemy.

If he can't succeed in one move, he will face a deadly counterattack and die on the spot.

Seeing that the other party's momentum was already rising, Li Ducian finally made a move, he stood up his index finger and middle finger, like a twist, and held it flat like a sword, as if under great pressure, and slowly pointed out.

The old man's face finally changed, and although he couldn't see his face, he could see the pupils that were fluttering behind his mask.

"Good sword!"

(End of chapter)