On the city wall of Jinling City, the soldiers defending the city patrolled step by step, and the armed swordsman in Tsing Yi lay leisurely on a bamboo and rattan chair, holding a teapot that was not exquisite.

The person was already asleep, and a book of miscellaneous books of rivers and lakes was used as a shade and covered his face.

Suddenly, there was a slight sword sound, and the armed swordsman in Tsing Yi jumped up from the bamboo and rattan chair, and the miscellaneous book fell to the ground and ignored it.

He pushed aside the defenders and looked into the distance beyond the walls.

The frown tightened as if he was expecting, and he hoped that it was his mistake.

The soldiers defending the city did not understand what was going on with this lord, who had been lying on the city wall like a dead fish for more than ten days, and suddenly jumped up.

The swordsman armed in Tsing Yi is not bad at cultivation, and he is already a master of the Flood Desolation Realm, so his keen perception will naturally not be fake.

In the end, what he didn't want to see, it still appeared.

A group of coarse linen clothes came from a distance, these people looked like ordinary people, not very wealthy. This should be ordinary, but when a dozen or even two dozen such people suddenly appear in a group, it will not be ordinary to explain it.

"Dog-mother, why do you have this kind of guy every time my master is on duty. ”

The armed swordsman in Tsing Yi scolded, and then regardless of the doubts on the faces of the soldiers defending the city, he jumped off the city wall and ran to Jinling City.

But when the swordsman armed in Tsing Yi didn't run a few steps, he felt a chill, and he only felt a chill in his neck. Instinctively, he dodged sideways, and he didn't see anything flashing, but when he stopped, he felt some pain in his neck.

When he touched it with his hand, blood flowed out. Fortunately, the instinct he cultivated in the mountains and fields allowed him to escape, otherwise it would not have hurt his flesh and skin just now, but the rhythm of moving his head directly.

"Little brother, see you for a long time. ”

Looking for the sound, a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes and with a beard walked out of the tea shed under the city wall. The armed swordsman in Tsing Yi had never seen this person, but this man had seen him for a long time.

"Who are you?"

After the bearded middle-aged man saw the appearance of the armed swordsman in Tsing Yi clearly, he realized that he recognized the wrong person, he smiled, and then said: "It seems that the last time I saw it, it was indeed not your doll, but it was also ordinary, and I left my life behind." ”

The armed swordsman in Tsing Yi drew his sword from his waist, urged under his feet, and without saying a word, he rushed directly towards the middle-aged man with a beard.

The bearded middle-aged man had no weapons in his hands, but when the sword was about to touch his chest, the bearded middle-aged man moved slightly and turned sideways. Then he used his body hard and directly hit the armed swordsman in Tsing Yi.

This kind of fighting, and it is at the gate of the city, how can it not attract people's attention?

A group of soldiers defending the city directly took their long swords, unsheathed their swords, and surrounded them.

The swordsman in costume got up from the ground, and his left side of his body felt a little paralyzed, so you can imagine how terrifying the strength of this bearded middle-aged man must be.

He waved his hand and motioned for the group to retreat.

Holding the sword, he walked not far in front of the bearded middle-aged man and asked, "Who is Your Excellency, who dares to make trouble in Jinling City?"

The middle-aged man with a beard didn't hide it, and replied directly: "The Sword Sect of the World!"

If it was Yun Liu'er, who was guarding the city today, who was armed with blue cloth before, he might not understand why the Sword Sect of the World was. But today's defender of the city is this Tsing Yi armed Chunzhao, who has been following the Zhuge Sword Saint for many years, and the Sword Sect of the world has also heard of some.

"The Sword Sect of the World?"

Chun Zhao couldn't help frowning slightly, not quite understanding why the Sword Sect suddenly appeared in this world.

I heard the old man say that the Sword Sect in the world is divided into the same Sword Sect. It's not that the factions are different, it's just a difference in status.

The Sword Sect is the real Sword Sect of the world, that is, where those immortals are. And the Human Sect is like the office of the Sword Sect in the world, although the characters in it are all masters, but after all, they are only mortals.

In this way, there is not much difference between that human sect and his Yi Shuihan.

If it was an immortal of the Sword Sect, then Chun Zhao knew that he would have burped a long time ago. But this person is a martial arts master at a glance, not like a cultivator.

"I really don't understand, if you don't let a good master in the world do it, you have to be a dog leg for the immortals. ”

Hearing Chun Zhao's words, the bearded middle-aged man's eyes also lit up, he would not have thought that a young swordsman of this age could still know the structure of his sect.

"Just like your doll works for the Zhu family, it's just doing things for others. ”

Chun Zhao smiled and asked again: "So, what's the point of you killing me? Not to mention that this is Jinling City." ”

The middle-aged man with a beard also nodded, and he did not deny that Chunzhao's words were very reasonable. But this bearded middle-aged answer made Chunzhao speechless.

"I'll lend your life and do it as a customs clearance. ”

Chunzhao didn't quite understand that although he was a master of the Honghuang Mirror, his future achievements were limitless. But in the same way, he is only a master of the Flood Desolation Realm now. There are not many masters of the Flood Desolation Realm like him in Yi Shui Han, but there are also many of them, not to mention the existence of monsters in the Hongmeng Realm.

When did your own head become so valuable?

"It's also right for you to die, your identity, I won't reveal it here in these reckless people. If you take your head to the Forbidden City, won't your fellow disciples come out to greet you? Or, if you have a way for me to see the Son, it is not impossible to spare your life. ”

When everyone heard the prince, their first feeling was that this unidentified guy was going to murder His Royal Highness, and they all cheered up, ready to rush up and cut the bearded middle-aged man at any time.

Half of Chunzhao's body regained consciousness, and his Qi Yuan began to move, also ready to burst into a blow at any moment, resulting in the guy he hated.

"Our Royal Highness only welcomes polite guests, rude people, die at the gate of the city, dirty floor tiles, we will not complain to you. ”

In the face of provocation, the bearded middle-aged man did not have the slightest emotion, and only felt that it was a waste of time to talk nonsense with this doll. saw him take a step, and without waiting for Chunzhao to react, he had already arrived in front of Chunzhao.

Then, there was a loud "pop", and Chunzhao was slapped and flew to the ground.

The look of embarrassment is no different from the wild dogs on the street on a rainy day.

Ke Chunzhao is a swordsman, a swordsman in the Flood Realm, a swordsman in Yi Shuihan, and a disciple of Zhuge Sword Saint.

He struggled to get up, but the bearded middle-aged man took another step in front of him. Still with a bang, another slap slapped him away.

Chun Zhao really didn't understand, he was in the realm of desolation. I was also fortunate to have a fight with the masters of the Hongmeng Realm in Yi Shuihan, although it was a fiasco, but I was never so embarrassed. Dancing Chinese

This guy, what kind of cultivation is it?

Chunzhao stood up again and was fanned again.

That team of soldiers couldn't catch this bearded middle-aged figure at all, and they also tried to protect Chunzhao directly in front of him, but the result did not change.

After being slapped like this more than ten times, Chunzhao's whole person was almost unconscious, and his face became particularly strange. The right side of his face was nothing more than a few abrasions from the ground, but the left side of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and even a few teeth were missing from his mouth.

The middle-aged man with a beard or felt that it was almost a joke, and made a sword with two fingers in his right hand, preparing to take Chunzhao's life with a sword. But when he shot out a sword qi, it turned out that Chun Zhao was not killed, only heard a "ding" sound of metal handover, and a short figure blocked in front of Chun Zhao.

The bearded middle-aged man looked at this short figure, dressed in black, looking like a child, wearing a crying face mask. Just looking at it, you may think that it is a naughty boy pretending to be a chivalrous person, but that breath can't deceive people.

The feeling that this boy in black gave him was terrifying. It's on par with himself, and even has some aura above himself.

"Chunzhao, is it okay?"

Chunzhao is right side of his face is on the ground, the left side of his face has been swollen into a pig's head, and the eye has to be the size of a fried bun. He tried to keep his eyes open, and he was a little relieved to see the person who was coming. I don't dare to say whether this slap was in vain, but at least, it should be able to survive.

Chunzhao replied indiscriminately, as an answer. But when he looked back, he wondered a little, how could Lord Deacon remember his name? Although he was a master of the Flood Desolation Realm, and he was considered average in Yi Shui Han, Lord Deacon would know about himself. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little happy in my heart.

But this bearded middle-aged man didn't know whether he was angry or felt that the soft persimmon was convenient to pinch, so he was ready to bypass the tears silently, and tried to make a move and ended up in Chunzhao.

Chunzhao was depressed, there was a big fish in front of him who didn't want to do it, and he had to get along with his little shrimp.

Silent tears naturally won't give him a chance, and when the middle-aged man with a beard approached, he jumped up directly, attacked with a knee, and hit the opponent's jaw.

At that moment, even if it is not broken, it must be misplaced.

And the middle-aged man with a beard is just rubbing his red and swollen jaw there, how painful it is, and the expression on that side has already been indicated.

The voice of the silent tears is hoarse and unpleasant, so he doesn't like to open his mouth very much, but just because he doesn't like to open his mouth doesn't mean he can't speak.

"Originally, it was just to see, if you weren't so stubborn, you wouldn't pay attention. But if you want to kill my juniors, whether you give up or not, you should leave your life behind. ”

The middle-aged man with a beard should have really been injured, and his speech was not as smooth as before, and he was a little slurred.

"Who am I talking about, it turned out to be the crying face imp among the vertical and horizontal swordsmen. If you come, you won't be able to stop my Sword Sect in the world. ”

When the words fell, it was the strange step of shrinking a few feet after one step. He stepped in front of Tear Silence, kicked sideways, and aimed at Tear Silence's head.

But the tears were silent but not moving, and the small left hand was raised to meet the whip leg.

Tear Silent was kicked and slid a few steps to the side, but his left hand didn't seem to hurt at all. On the other hand, the middle-aged man with a beard stood in the position where he was silent in tears, motionless.

Tears silently couldn't help but smile and said, "What's the matter, your legs are numb?"

The bearded middle-aged man really didn't know how to speak, the last time he saw Ying Ruge, the other party was a master of cultivating immortals, and he didn't dare to make a rash move. This time it's just a little swordsman, how did he kill a big insect that protects the calf.

Tear silently threw the sword to his left hand, and then slowly pulled out the sword with his right hand. Although the black long sword he wears all year round is not a famous sword, it is also a masterpiece of a famous craftsman, and it is quite easy to use after some time.

Tears were silent, and he knew that the voice was unpleasant, and he didn't even like the sound himself. Too much nonsense, it doesn't need to be said, it's enough to have a sword in your hand and someone to kill in front of you.

The cold blade struck, and the bearded middle-aged man could no longer hide his true skills, so he didn't know where to take out his sword.

The saber was simple in style, with a notched blade and unpolished.

Long sword against long sword, master against master. Life and death are often only a moment, and more is needed for the delicacy of that moment.

After all, it was the tears and silent skills that were superior, and after more than a dozen swords, a sword slashed through the wrist of the middle-aged man with a beard holding the sword, the other party was in pain, and the sword fell to the ground. Then there was a sword, which wiped the neck, and it was necessary to leave a living mouth.

After all, the fight took a lot of time, and the ordinary people that Chunzhao had seen before had already arrived outside the city pushing a wheelbarrow full of the dealer's belongings.

The soldiers defending the city only thought that they were ordinary croppers who entered the city to buy and sell, but in the silent eyes of tears, this was a charging squad with quite strong combat effectiveness and composed of all sword masters.

Unlike what he thought, these people did not rush through the level strongly, and the attitude of the white-haired old man at the head was really kind and polite.

He asked the soldiers guarding the city, "Official, is this the city of King Jinling?"

The captain at the gate of the city also wondered, didn't this old man talk nonsense with his eyes open, Jinling City is naturally the city of King Jinling.

He asked the people below to check the crowd according to the rules and procedures, there was no problem, and he was about to release them, and walked over silently with tears.

Tears stopped silently at the gate of the city, and through the face armor, I could see that the eyes were cold, and I was really afraid that looking at each other for a long time would make people feel a chill down their spines.

"Where do you go, what price?"

Hearing the tearful silent question, the white-haired old man who was the leader of the group couldn't help but light up his eyes, and said, "Eagle Claw Sun picked the scoop, the idea was pricked, and he didn't eat it." There is a red satin, change the water to drink. (Translation: The government wants to kill people, but the other party is too strong, and the person sent is dead, but the other party is still safe.) I have a master here, I can help, there is a condition. ）

"Dark Aoko. (Translation: Bright Weapons)

The tears were silent and no longer spoken, and the long sword in his hand threw out a few sword flowers, pointing at the white-haired old man.

The old man was still kind and pleasant, and then asked, "Xiaoyou seems to have a good background." ”

Tears smiled silently, and said: "Your tricks are not bright, your leather jacket is too torn, enter the City God Temple, don't complain about ghosts." (Translation: Your eyes are too bad, and you can't disguise them.) If you come where you shouldn't be, don't blame others when you die. ）

The old man was about to say something more, but he had already rushed to him with his sword in his eyes.

The sharp sword stabbed out, and a man as strong as an ox behind the white-haired old man stopped the old man behind him, and blocked the silent sword with his wrist.

Tears silently took out a sword, and immediately jumped back a few times, widening the distance.

stopped talking about those black words, and said in serious words: "I thought it was just a group of ordinary bandits, but I couldn't imagine being like this dead man." ”

The white-haired old man walked out from behind the strong man, and looked at the bearded middle-aged man who had become a corpse in the distance, lying on the ground like mud. The white-haired old man just smiled, his expression was still so pleasant, and there was no change.

"So, little friend, the grasshopper shakes the tree, and the mantis arm is used as a car, you can't do it. ”