The dragon and crouching tiger are hidden in Changle City, and on the bright side it is a place for dignitaries to have fun, but in fact, there are many people living outside the world.

Hu Lie's house was opposite the Shen family's shop, and the Shen family's movements were heard clearly.

An old man with a cloud-headed knife, straightening his robe, was about to go out when he was hit on the ground by a whistle arrow, blocking his way.

"Where's the friend? ”

There were two clicks, and a man in a cloak tumbled down from the courtyard wall, and the cloak's inner liner was made of metal, and it made a loud noise.

"Iron cloak, one of the eight great swordsmen under the prince's sect, Mo Beihan? ”

After knowing the identity of the other party, the old man knew that he was in a hurry, took out a cigarette gun from his waist, lit it and took two puffs.

"On the orders of the prince, come and talk to the old swordsman, the old man won't mind, right?"

There are eight swordsmen under the prince's door, and they are usually nowhere to be seen, and here today, something big must happen in Changle City.

Thinking that his grandson was still outside, the old man couldn't hold it back, and it was expected that something must have happened to the Shen family. The fourth prince once visited him and wanted to invite him out of the mountain to be the head of the sect in the capital, but he was dismissed on the grounds of old age and decrepitude.

"The affairs of the emperor's family, the old man doesn't want to get involved, but his grandson is still outside, I have to go to find him, why don't you go with me?"

"Old swordsman, a lot of age, it's better not to cause trouble, presumably your grandson won't wade into troubled waters, right?"

Mo Bei smiled coldly, and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, the prince meant to let him drag Hu Tianyi and prevent him from participating in the action.

People who are seventy or eighty years old, how much more ability can they have? On the way here, Mo Beihan laughed a little at the prince's fuss, and when he saw it today, he was even more contemptuous in his heart.

What is his identity, a master in his prime, a great swordsman in the north of the ninefold earth spirit realm, who will be afraid of a little old man?

Hu Tianyi patted the back of the knife, the part of the Yuntou knife close to the handle was thinner, and the head of the knife was wide and curved, looking like a large kitchen knife for splitting meat.

"At a young age, my skills are not weak, and my future is immeasurable, I have nothing to do with the affairs of the capital, so I advise you to take a step back. This was not as easy as what he had just said, and the old man became angry.

One minute later, the grandson is more dangerous, and when he is older, the hand holding the knife does not tremble.

"Let you walk out of this courtyard half a step, I don't have the ability!" Mo Beihan was short, with a horizontal sword, and rushed straight.

The blade of the sword was held up by the head of the knife, and the Yuntou knife stabbed the sword body at 90 degrees vertically, and Hu Tianyi's feet were firmly pierced, without moving an inch.

Mo Beihan used force in his hand, but failed to push the other party, and immediately shook the cloak, and a sharp blade hung at the end, slashing towards the old man's legs.

Fifty percent of his skill was placed on this iron cloak, Hu Tianyi did not retreat but advanced, jumped up and pointed his toes on the sword body, and took off more than a zhang high in the air.

The cloud-headed knife was raised above his head, and he used the fire to burn the sky, and the blade flowed with fire, slashing from top to bottom.

I don't know if Mo Beihan was overconfident in the iron cloak, or if he didn't look at the old swordsman, he actually turned over and shook the cloak and took the knife hard.

The flames flowed, penetrating deep into the cloak for three points, igniting Mo Beihan's clothes, and the latter screamed miserably, his sword technique was confused, and the sword qi swept across the entire courtyard.

The stone tables and benches were all smashed, and the old trees on the side of the door were already incomplete.

Cultivating to the ninth level of the earthly realm, the true qi can come out of the body, and the flow of Zhou Tian is mellow, and he can cooperate with the exercises as he wants, no longer just strengthening the body, and raising the sword and fingers, he can kill people dozens of steps away.

Liaoyuan Swordsman became famous in the Southern Wilderness in his early years, offended too many people when he was young and vigorous, and was later wiped out, and only a doll less than a year old survived.

Before living in seclusion in Changle City, he was the eightfold realm of the earth spirit, everyone thought that he was disheartened and had no intention of cultivating, but he never thought that when he taught his grandson to practice martial arts, he unknowingly practiced to the eleventh level.

Martial arts practitioners all know that the Earth Spirit Realm Forging Body and cultivating the body, and the Tianyang Realm refining Qi and cultivating the Spirit, are the two major realms of cultivation, and each realm is divided into twelve levels, with a clear division.

The higher the cultivation, the more obvious the suppression of the realm will be, and Mo Beihan looks a little immature in front of this burning sword.

The flames inspired by True Qi almost melted the iron cloak, leaving deep marks on the back.

Mo Beihan was in pain, his sword heart was in chaos, his pace was out of order, and the long sword was blocked by the back of the knife in three or five moves, and it spun and plunged into the dirt.

"What else do you have to say?" Hu Tian shook his shoulders, and the long knife was on Mo Beihan's right shoulder, and the cold air was close to his neck.

"Old thing, and two brushes, look what this is!"

Mo Beihan shouldered his side, the blade cut his hair bun horizontally, the iron cloak was completely blown open, and the flying iron pieces swept across the spot like a loss.

The old swordsman couldn't avoid it, and his lower abdomen to his arms and then to his cheeks were all scratched by iron sheets, and more than a dozen blood holes instantly stained his clothes red.

I wanted to raise the knife again, but I found that Mo Beihan's hideous face had already come to the front, and I don't know when he pulled out a soft sword from his waist and went straight to his dantian.

If the dantian is broken and his skills are lost, Hu Tianyi's skills will be in vain.

In a hurry, Hu Tian pointed at the knife and slashed at Mo Beihan's face, his left hand on his abdomen, and puffed up his true qi to resist.

The soft sword was blocked by the palm of his hand for half a minute, and the thick true qi came out of his body, struggling to resist the tip of the sword, but failed to pierce the dantian.

And Mo Beihan's entire head was cut into it with one palm, and the dividing line was from the palm of his hand, half on the left and right sides.

The old swordsman breathed a sigh of relief, gently grabbed the tip of the sword, pulled out his lower abdomen, and the unbalanced corpse fell limply to the ground.

Slowly, he bent down and picked up the cloud head knife, hung it on his waist, and moved his seriously injured body out.

At this age, he couldn't stand such bloodshed, and as soon as he arrived at the street, Hu Tianyi was in a trance, and when he heard the movement of the Shen family's fight, he still gritted his teeth and walked in the direction of the front street.

The eight swordsmen under the prince's sect were the leaders of the swordsmen of the Iron Dynasty, but today they died in the courtyard of an old man's house, covered with the remains of iron cloaks, and from the corpses, it was almost impossible to tell that it was Mo Beihan.

He didn't expect that the avenue that the old swordsman had been chasing all his life was no longer stuck to that Yuntou knife.

The palm of the hand split the skull, almost tearing the metacarpal bone of the right hand, dripping blood down the trembling fingertips, bending in the bleak streets, staggering forward.

The restaurant that Hu Lie frequented was at the end of this street, and it was about 300 steps away on weekdays, but today Hu Tianyi felt that it was far away.

It was as if he had seen two bright moons in front of him, and then turned into four rotating lamps, his knees were weak, and he fell to his knees in the middle of the street with a pale face.

"Lie'er ......" Hu Tianyi wanted to take off the Yuntou knife with both hands, but his arms did not obey the call, but instead drove his body and lay on the ground on his side.

This posture seems to be exactly the same as Mo Beihan in the courtyard, it has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, after all, it can't withstand the years, the cloud head knife makes a clanging roar, and the knife has a spirit, and it is difficult to stay.