If you either ordered or injured someone's brother, or even took his brother's life, what would that person do? Obviously, Leng Buyu gave a good answer.

He killed all the way from the west of the city to the gate of the main hall of the city lord's mansion, his robe was stained with blood, and the soldiers guarding the gate couldn't help but sweat their palms when they saw the blood.

Silent but smiling, he wiped the long sword in his hand with his sleeve: "I'm really sorry, I scared the two of you." Although it was said that a lot of people's blood was released, Leng had no intention of killing, and those people could at most cultivate honestly for a year and a half before they could go to the field to cultivate. ”

"It's time to stop. "Looking for the sound and leaving, Bai Ling's nine arrows are only fifty steps away from the gate," the person who ordered to remove Bai Ying was Bai Ling, and the sword saint wanted to take revenge, so he rushed to Bai Ling alone. ”

"Pretending to be a bit of the city lord's fearless kingly demeanor, it's a pity, I don't eat this set coldly. After that, the three on the chest flew to the "簌", "簌", "簌" and "簌", and the sound of breaking the wind also made people's ears hurt.

With a wave of Bai Ling's sleeves, fourteen peacock darts shot out. It took nine peacock darts to shoot down three flying swords, and the remaining five flew straight to Leng Buyu. This contemporary sword saint did not dodge or dodge, but even greeted him, listening to his cold voice and said: "In the rivers and lakes of the world, many people talk about whether the deity is worthy of the word sword saint. laughed and said that the deity could not fight any of the three fierce people in the world, and the name of the sword saint should be obtained by Na Zhong Xihou. ”

The middle finger and index finger of his right hand merged, and with a forceful swing, a sword aura was released. And the strength of this sword qi is even stronger than the two swords in his hands. The peacock darts fell to the ground one after another after a few crisp sounds, "Then starting from you Bai Ling, the deity will let the martial arts of the world know who is the real sword saint!"

The black and white swords were on sale, and when he slashed again, Bai Ling no longer dodged, and calmly closed his eyes. Who would have expected that with a "bang", it was like a sword slashing on a one-foot-thick black iron shield. It looked like the orange-robed man I had seen at the gate of Cold Crisp City before.

"Bai Ling Nine Arrows, Ziqi ordered me to come to Cold City to take the Kao Treasure Bow, where is the bow?"

Bai Ling's nine arrows not only didn't thank the person who came, but also waved his sleeves and sneered: "How can the Kao Treasure Bow be given if you say it, whether it is a child ride, or a king, the Kao Treasure Bow, forgive Bai Ling for his fate." ”

When the orange-robed man who had saved Bai Ling heard this, he didn't say much, and slapped Bai Ling with a palm. There was another sword aura, and I saw that the back of this person's hand began to bleed. turned around, Leng was silent as if he hadn't moved, and then seemed to have moved.

Listening to Leng Bu's words, there was anger in his words, and he said: "Which family of evil animals, the two of them rushed out to bite people indiscriminately. ”

"Are you the kid of the Leng family who is regarded as a sword saint by ignorant people?" said the orange-robed man, cold and silent, but he was curious about what the feeling of being like a tortoiseshell was.

"Hongmengxin, don't mess around, if you don't leave, don't blame Bai Ling and the Sword Saint for joining forces, kill you first. ”

Hongmengxin clenched his fist with his right hand, and couldn't help but say that he punched Leng Buyu, speaking of Leng Buyu, his swordsmanship is indeed rare, but his biggest weakness is overconfidence, which is conceit. Leng Buyu has always believed that fists and kicks are no match for soldiers, and this time is no exception. Hongmengxin's fist was close to Leng Mu, and the feeling of oppression like a hammer was suffocating.

With a "whoosh", Hongmengxin's body flew out for a few feet, his fist held a white feather arrow, and then looked at Bai Ling, who was still standing with a bow.

"I have been kind enough to persuade you, and if you dare to mess around, I will join forces with the Sword Saint to destroy you first. The movement was gentle, and the second arrow was already on the string, "Although Bai Ling is no longer surnamed Hua, but after more than 20 years of careful teaching by the Hua family, Bai Ling still remembers seventy-seven eighty-eight, archery skills, only increasing, not decreasing!"

The Sword Master and the Arrow Master, one near and one far, if there is a tacit understanding, then the opponent is undoubtedly a tragedy.

"I heard that when the founding of the country, no one in the world could catch General Hua's arrows, so what about your unintentional arrows!" said a loud roar to the sky, which shocked the birds and dispersed.

With a "whoosh", the arrow was off the string, but Hongmeng's heart did not move, and the arrow was away from his palm, but it stopped. With a "ding", the arrow fell to the ground. Bai Ling's incomprehension at the moment was cold and silent, and he deeply understood who this Hongmeng heart was, and why he always felt that his body was wrapped in copper and iron.

"The current ability of the two of you, don't say that it hurts me, and it is difficult to get close to me!" Another roar, this roar is quite unsettling, and people are dizzy.

"The wandering monk's anger!What is the origin of this Hongmeng heart!" Leng Bu recognized this roar, and when he was drunk, he mentioned to him that there was a wandering monk with a good face and trembling voice and no power to restrain the chicken, passing by a small village, and the people in the village treated him very well, invited him to eat and stayed with him for the night. Helplessly, the bandits entered the village that night and burned and killed, and the wandering monk took off his torn robe, kowtowed a few times to the west, and then roared angrily at the bandits, and the group of bandits bled to death.

The wandering monk buried the bandits' bodies separately one by one, and after chanting for the bandits for forty-nine days, he went on a hunger strike under a pine tree. And this kind of mastery is as rare as the Turtle Breath Technique.

Leng Bu looked at Bai Ling and asked, "Who is this?"

Bai Ling also shook his head and replied: "Who is he, Yan Yunqi also doesn't know his background, and he often goes alone, which is difficult to dispatch. ”

"It seems that the deity can't kill you today!" Coldly speaking, the two swords shook in his hands, and King Kong stared at Hongmeng's heart angrily.

Before he could make a move, Hongmengxin said something that made both of them stop: "Are you two going to go down in history in the name of heroes, or do you want to go down in front of tea after dinner in the name of traitors!"

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Hongmengxin chuckled a few times, the laughter was really ugly, so hoarse that people wanted to destroy their ears: "The gambling game in the six cities has begun, and the two of you are still fighting here, it seems that those gamblers should think about it again." Bai Ling, Kao Treasure Bow!"

His momentum, as if others could not resist, stretched out his hand to Bai Ling to beg for it, or to give an order.

"Six-city gamble!" The six-city gamble shouldn't have started so quickly, but Hongmengxin had already said it, and the six-city gamble had begun. Leng Buyu clenched his sword tightly, why didn't Wuwu talk to himself about the six-city gambling game, but the six-city gambling game had already begun? Leng Buyu understood a little, maybe it wasn't that Zun Wuwu didn't mention it, but that he had already made some moves.

"Since you have a guest, you can come back in a few days to get this head. Silently, his right hand turned into a claw, and the three short swords that fell to the ground flew back and were put into their sheaths one by one. A few swallows rose and fell, and no one was seen.

The heroes who have left their names in history and the grass cowards who are spit on by everyone are, in the final analysis, also the meaning of becoming a king and defeating a coward. Overthrowing a rule and failing is a suppressed uprising, and if it succeeds, it is considered an uprising. Similarly, if it fails, there will be many repressive generals who will make meritorious contributions to the dynasty, and if it succeeds, there will be many revolts and founding generals.

Which is right and which is wrong, how to say it.

Leng Bu will not understand that his fate has changed from the moment Hongmeng Xin appeared.

Thirty miles outside the city, there was a man waiting for him. Today's sun is very big and low, and Leng Bu has rolled up his sleeves, and his two arms are strong and strong. After leaving the cold city, including Leng Buyu, he didn't know what he was going to do, he only had one thought, back to the Dusk Cold Building, he wanted to find Zun Wuwu, he wanted to know the Six Cities gambling game.

It's the sound of the wind, it's the sound of the wind being cut.

He fell to the ground, and another carp rolled around, and when he got up, he had a sharp sword in his hand. Look, that is, ten steps away, stood a man with a ghost face in black.

"Silent, huh?"

"Who is Your Excellency?" This kind of sword qi can't be made into the climate without twenty or thirty years, and Leng Buyu is worshiped as a sword saint, but even a sword saint can't use such a sword qi. The person in front of him may be a master who has withdrawn from the strife of the world, or a nameless person who has been living in darkness.

"I don't know how, I don't know how, but a man who has sinned so much and will not receive it in hell. He broke off a branch, held it in his hand, and pointed to Leng Bu silently, "Entrusted by the old man, I came to take the seven-star sword you carried." ”

Leng Bu silently took out the black sword to break the army, the white sword and the candle, and the double sword in hand, but he didn't dare to slack off.

"Heaven and earth, what about this?" The black-clothed ghost face broke off another branch, as if he was silent, one on the left and one on the left, "Yi has Taiji, and the first two yi." Movement is yang, stillness is yin. The number is ten, and the push is hundred. The number is hundreds, and the push is thousands. Out of nothing, ruthless and endless······"

"Why do you ······have a seven-star swordsmanship?"

The black-clad ghost face no longer danced the branch in his hand, and the branch in his left hand swayed gently in the air, as if he was stirring an egg with chopsticks. "When did the Liangyi Sword Technique become the Seven Star Sword Technique? Oh, no, the sword technique in the world is originally the same sect. If you can break the branch in my hand, I will no longer haunt you. ”

What would happen if such a person appeared in front of you and said something you didn't understand? With the Qi Imperial Sword, the three short swords flew out of the scabbard one after another and flew towards the black-clothed ghost face.

However, the three swords did not move, like docile birds, surrounding the black-clothed ghost.

"Oh, isn't this the rumored sword mastery? It's a pity that after General Han passed away, no one was worthy of you. ”

Leng Bu didn't answer the words of the black-clothed ghost, and asked, "Are you General Han's old friend?"

"It's not a friend, I drank with him when I was young, and I fought with a sword. Now you are too far from General Han at that time. Why is the Seven Star Sword in your hand, and who are you?"

The black-clothed ghost-faced branch flew over, and coldly swung his sword, which should have been cut with a single wave. There was a metal clash, his sword-wielding right hand tingling, and a swallow rolled over, avoiding the flying branches. The branches were inserted into the tree behind him, and it looked half the length of a palm.

"Dancing the sword, dancing the sword to make the wind, listening to the rain sword, listening to the sword flowing water, the seven-star sword, the sword is like the stars, swinging the sword and the stars are falling. The Seven Star Sword shouldn't have been handed over to you. The black-clothed ghost turned around, and several figures rose and fell, "Come to Lincheng, you will know about the Six Cities gamble, and you will also lose the sword in your hand." ”

General Han's seven-star sword has made countless swordsmen sigh and revere, the dynasty and the rivers and lakes should be two different worlds. However, in the eyes of the dynasty, the common people should be difficult to discipline, but there will be those who are in power in the dynasty but they are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

I heard that Zhiwuyan had come to General Han and drank with General Han for three days and three nights, and he asked General Han which sword was the most powerful in the world. General Han was drunk, and he said that the sword of the White Cloud Fairy was the most powerful.

What is a sword? Is it nitpicking, sharpening iron like clay?

And what is his branch?