A few days later.

The morning dawn dewed, and the east revealed the white of the fish's belly.

Long Qingyun was the teacher of Beimo Tianyu and Bai Yunqi, and under the escort of Niu Ben, Wang Gao, and Liu Wenlong, he went down to Tianmu Mountain.

Downstairs under the four big-character doors of "Songyang Sword Mansion", Long Qingyun jumped on the horse and said goodbye to the three brothers.

The Songyang Sword Mansion behind him is built by the mountain, the corridor waist is many, the eaves are pecked high, stretching for hundreds of acres, which is magnificent.

Yesterday was also here, bidding farewell to Tuoba Xi. An important thing happened in Xiqiang, and Tuoba Xi was recalled to Xiqiang by his father, Tuoba Gong.

Long Qingyun also learned yesterday that Tuoba Xi is the daughter of the prince of Xiqiang, although "My fair lady, the gentleman is good".

Natuobaxi is also pretty, lively and playful, but there is a huge disparity between the two countries, and they are two hostile countries, although they are not as tense as Donghan and Nanyong, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no smoke and war between the two countries in the future.

Thinking of this, Long Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little excited. Riding a horse galloped, heading in the direction of Lingyin Temple.

A cup of tea.

The horses galloped and came to a mountain pass.

On both sides are lush maple forests, which are not as delicate as the autumn maple leaves, but they are also verdant and the scenery is quite pleasant.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of fighting in the woods in front of me, and when I looked up, I saw several red-maned horses scattered on the side of the road.

Long Qingyun turned over and dismounted, looking for a sound and left.

I saw three fierce men in black besieging a man and a woman, the man was a gray-robed old man in his ear Shun years, his hair and beard were all white. The woman was fifteen or sixteen years old, and her white clothes were fluttering.

Among the three black-clothed people, the leader is a strong middle-aged man. I saw that he was holding a short cold iron knife in his hand, the handle of the knife was pitch black, the blade was shining, and his left foot kicked the ground violently, and his body was like an arrow from the string slashing at the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man blocked his sword, took three steps back, rolled in his chest, and with a "poof", he couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of thick blood.

"Grandpa". The woman in white next to her was full of gloom and couldn't help but shout. I wanted to come over to help, but I was already entangled by two young men in black, and I couldn't do it.

"How can two young people besiege a woman! It's really shameless!" Long Qingyun couldn't help frowning slightly.

The moment the woman in white screamed.

Middle-aged in black, the short knife continued to slash at the gray-robed old man, and the blade of the knife cut a straight light, like thunder.

"Grandpa be careful", the woman in white did not forget to remind the gray-robed old man between fights.

With a "whoosh", a cut was made in the white robe on the left shoulder of the woman in white.

The gray-robed old man's figure staggered, and when he heard the woman's reminder, he used all his strength and raised his sword to block back.

With a "bang", the sword in his hand was shaken away by the black-clothed middle-aged short knife.

The gray-robed old man's internal strength has been exhausted, and he has run out of oil and dried up.

The middle-aged man in black showed no signs of stopping, and the sharp blade, like red lightning, stabbed at the gray-robed old man.

"Snort", sharp, piercing!

Middle-aged in black, the short knife in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

When he looked closely, there was a blue-robed young man in front of him, holding a Longquan sword in his hand, full of true qi, his breath was like wind and thunder, and his eyes revealed a chilling glow.

The middle-aged man in black couldn't help but be stunned, but this person was a reckless person who had been immersed in the rivers and lakes for many years, and how could he be intimidated by a young man. With a crutch of his right hand, he stabbed out a backhand, and the blade broke through the wind and let out a piercing scream.

Long Qingyun flipped upside down in the air, and the Longquan sword in his hand turned into a sky of light and shadow, sprinkling towards the black-clothed middle-aged man.

It is the "stormy wave" in the "Blue Waves and Flowing Cloud Sword".

The sword qi is practiced quickly, the sword is bold and powerful, and the sword intent is unrestrained and smooth. The momentum of this sword is enough to open the mountain and split the stone!

The middle-aged man in black seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of the sword, rushing left and right, advancing and retreating, no matter what direction he dodged, there was no way to dodge!

The middle-aged man in black panicked and raised his knife to block.

With a "clang", the short knife was shaken to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The middle-aged man in black had a frightened look in his eyes, full of consternation, as if he didn't believe it was true.

The cold sword blade was on the neck of the middle-aged man in black, revealing a little cold light, and Long Qingyun twisted the sword and stood up, showing a heroic appearance.

The maple leaves in the sky fell one after another, and the heaven and earth were full of murder.

The fight next to him had also stopped, and the two black-clothed men stood on the ground, looking at the Longquan Sword in Long Qingyun's hand with sincere fear.

The woman in white supported the swaying body of the gray-robed old man and leaned against a maple tree.

Long Qingyun's face was solemn, and Ling Ran said, "What kind of hatred do you have?

The middle-aged man in black was about to answer.

At this time, the woman in white moved forward, walked slowly towards Long Qingyun, waved her hand and said loudly: "Thank you Shaoxia for rescuing, little girl Ling Zhiyan, grandpa and I passed by here, these people chased after them, and they couldn't help but say that it was a burst of slashing." ”

The sound is like a lark, crisp and pleasant.

The woman's eyes were clear, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was still in the panic and worry just now, and had not recovered. The complexion is smooth and clear, the facial features are delicate and delicate, and after speaking, he lowered his head slightly, reserved and shy, and overflowed with words.

This kind of shyness is not as unrestrained and bold as Tuobaxi, it is a natural expression of shyness after being frightened.

It's the kind of panic that causes pressure, and the surprise that comes out after being rescued, and then forms a state of shyness.

It's like a docile sheep that needs the protection of the strong. Long Qingyun couldn't help but look in a trance, and his heart swayed.

"Click"

There was a rush of horses' hooves.

In the dust, seven or eight sturdy men rode horses, the leader was a gray-robed and black-faced man, and the rest were all black.

As soon as he came to the side of the road, he saw Long Qingyun twisting his sword in his hand from a distance. The man in black shouted:

"Leave people under the sword".

At the same time as he shouted, he had already turned over and dismounted, and galloped over. When he shouted the word "human", he suddenly jumped up and flew up, only listening

"Smack".

This person had an extra black whip like a water snake in his hand and slashed towards Long Qingyun in the air, and the strong wind tore through it, emitting a sharp scream.

In an instant, Long Qingyun collected his sword to dodge and moved away.

The middle-aged man in black was suddenly rescued, and said with great joy:

"Big brother!"

Long Qingyun looked away, and it turned out to be a tall and high-hidden black-faced man, about thirty years old.

Holding a long whip in his hand, he is majestic, and his body is filled with a heroic atmosphere.

The longer the soft weapon, the more difficult it is to call, and the person who can make an eight-foot long whip can be regarded as a master in the martial arts.

The long whip in this man's hand was more than two feet long.

I saw him shake his whip, and with the momentum of thunder, he drew towards Long Qingyun, Long Qingyun's footsteps slipped on the ground, and he retreated more than two feet, avoiding this ruthless whip.

As the saying goes, "An inch is long, an inch is strong." ”

In the face of such a long snake whip, Long Qingyun could only pay attention and observe, and was not in a hurry to attack.

Ling Zhiyan, the woman in white next to her, lost her face, and stared straight at Long Qingyun with her eyes, for fear that he would make a mistake.

Long Qingyun took advantage of the shield of the maple forest to avoid the fierce wind of eight or nine whips one after another.

With a "pop", two maple trees were torn off.

The two-zhang long whip is also very laborious to use in the hand. The whip man, who missed the hit for a long time, was a little anxious, and his movements were slightly sluggish.

Long Qingyun let out a clear roar, stepped on the ground with his left foot, rose in the air, rubbed his right foot on the maple tree, and flew up more than three feet high.

Suddenly, the volley flipped upside down, and on his head and feet, he turned into a sword light and swooped down towards the whip man.

The whip man was not an ordinary person, and the whip he swung suddenly turned and slashed into the air.

At this time, Long Qingyun had already merged his sword and came through the air, passing through the gap of the snake whip, the Longquan sword, and the blade of the sword had been handed to the throat of the whip man.

The whip man suddenly felt the biting coldness, and his face was full of shock. "The power of this sword is really earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods. ”

"I lost, if I want to kill, I have to listen to the respect, I want to frown, it's not Ling Hutai. ”

So that the whip man has no fear, his face is full of fortitude, although he is defeated, there is actually an awe-inspiring momentum.

Long Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned and said, "You are 'a whip and lock throat' Ling Hutai." ”

Ling Hutai laughed heartily and said, "It's exactly below!"

Although this person is Shandong Xiangma, he is famous.

During the Beiyong period, Shandong Road belonged to the land of Dayong, which was the occupied area at this time and was under the jurisdiction of Donghan.

"A whip to lock the throat" Ling Hutai is a well-known ringing horse on Shandong Road, and later pulled up a team of 3,000 people to respond to the "loyal and righteous army" in Shandong and Hebei to fight against Donghan.

In Nanyong, it was a beautiful talk.