"The inner house?"

Leng Bu silently repeated the words of the two old men, and couldn't help but be curious, those masked murderers were not people from Yan Yunqi, but people from the Inner Mansion?

The rickety old man looked cold and silent, and couldn't help but feel sorry again, and then his eyes gradually shot a fierce light, and said: "Since the little doll has provoked the poor master of the inner house, then today, it is better to plant it in the hands of our old man and old lady, and we can suffer less flesh and skin." ”

The old man's words were unclear after all, but he couldn't make a chopping board for fish and meat if he didn't say anything, and the double swords in his hands were clenched again, waiting for the opportunity to move. When the rickety old man saw Leng Buzhi's appearance, he sighed again, and then the crutches in his hand came with a thousand strengths to break through the wind.

Its momentum is fierce, the sword is against the stick, it is hard to resist, not to mention the damage to the sword, and the strength shown alone is also far from the same, which is extremely unwise. Leng Bu silently avoided the crutch of the rickety old man on one side, and then the black sword with his left hand was broken and stuck to the crutches, sliding towards the rickety old man.

The old man is old, but his skills are not inferior to the sturdy, and the blade of the sword is fast enough to reach the front door, and he bends down to avoid it. The cold black sword broke the sword and missed, but the rickety old man used the crutch as a support point like a spirit monkey to climb over and kick over. Leng Buyu noticed something strange behind him, his body swirled, and the white sword and candle he was holding in his right hand slashed towards the rickety old man with the sound of whirring wind.

But after all, it was a beat slower, and the old man's foot kicked the cold right shoulder first, and there was a pain like a bone crack. Leng Bu silent, his teeth couldn't help but gurgle, the strength in his hand did not decrease, the sword swung over, the rickety old man couldn't dodge, and was cut a small hole by the white sword and firefly candle.

At the breach, the loose flesh was facing down Tara.

Leng Buyu took advantage of the majesty of the rickety old man's foot and threw a few steps forward, and distanced himself from the rickety old man. Before she had time to kick her breath, the old woman who was originally a spectator on the side made a move.

It was the sound of a hidden weapon again, and his eyelids moved slightly, and he saw a row of hairpins flying over. A few moved to dodge, and the hairpin hit the tree next to the road and the wall of the other person's house. The hairpin has submerged into the trunk and wall, leaving only a few decorations to rest outside, and its power can be imagined.

Without waiting for a breath, there was another "bang" sound, and the old woman's hairpin shot out again, this hand, missing as Guanyin's thousand hands, hit at the same time. If the hairpin is dotted with stars, I think about it, even if it is a young son, it is not easy to do the hand of the old woman.

Silent and cold, his eyes were as cold as before, and his ten fingers moved slightly, and he loosened and grasped again. At this moment, the body fell down again, the right leg stepped forward, the right arm was horizontally downward, and the blade of the white sword and candle held in the right hand was facing backwards. The left leg is moved back, slightly bent, and the black sword in the left hand is facing upwards, parallel to the back.

Seeing the posture of Leng Buyu, the old man who was called the beauty Chi Dusk Jun Mo Xiao did not feel threatened at all, but his old eyes shot out golden light, and his face was full of joy. The old woman, even with tears in her eyes, was very excited.

Leng Buyu didn't wonder why these two old men were like this, at the moment when the hairpin was close, his body swirled like a flat-bottomed tornado, only listening to the sound of "jingling" metal intersecting, and the number of hairpins that were difficult to determine was knocked down by Leng Buyu. He stood there straight, his right sword hanging low to the ground, and his left sword facing the sky.

The breath of the whole body is gradually converging, there is wind, there is air, and there is also the Qi of the old woman mixed on the hairpin. It was as if all the invisible breath and energy of all things in this heaven and earth were converging around Chao Leng's body, endlessly, and even quite greedy.

"Xiao Ting, have you seen this, this, this is General Han's sword move, this is Tianshu. ”

Hearing the old woman's excited words, the rickety old man also had tears in his eyes and nodded vigorously. These two old men now look at each other with the same words, whether the words are true or false, and they will not pay attention to it anymore, the only thing they have to do is to let the two of them retreat.

"Ah Hua, if I hurt this little doll, how can it be good?"

When the old woman heard this, her expression changed, she was a little sad, she sighed slightly, and then said: "After all, she is the one who inherited the mantle of General Han, so don't let the doll's injury be irreversible." ”

The rickety old man nodded, and then the crutch fell with a thousand powers.

One hit, two blows, this rickety old man's attack is extremely simple and crisp, but every attack, Leng Buyu needs to be hit with mental power in order to control and coordinate his body to dodge the action. An old man is an old man after all, even if every crutch is extraordinary, but after a long time, there will inevitably be gaps. Guangxi

The rickety old man's crutch fell and he didn't have time to call back his movements, he couldn't help but show joy in his eyes when he was silent, and then he stepped down and shot out like a sharp arrow. The rickety old man's eyes couldn't help narrowing, and he didn't turn back, he turned the cane in his hand and put his backhand behind his back. The silent sword slashed at the ordinary cane.

Hearing only a "poof", the black sword broke through the crutches, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Leng Bu silently moved his toes slightly, his body swirled, and then more than a dozen "poofs". The double swords in Leng Buyu's hands continued to slash and fall, and the parry of the rickety old man gradually lost his previous calmness.

At this time, I heard the sound of "banging" again, and my ears moved slightly, and I knew that it was the old woman who shot the hairpin again. After another turn and slash, he shot out the white sword candle in his right hand, and at the same time as the sword was taken out, he pulled out a short sword from his chest and held it in his hand.

If you continue to slash, the speed of one sword is faster than another, and the power of one sword is stronger than that of another. But once the action changes, the previous momentum will definitely be lost. The rickety old man also took advantage of this gap to hold the crutches with both hands and held them at the end of the crutches. Then, a sweeping force swept thousands of armies and threw it at Leng Bu Si.

Leng Buyu frowned slightly, and after another sword swing, he gathered all the speed and strength accumulated from the previous dozen rotations into the short sword in his hand and stabbed out.

With a "ding", the short sword stabbed impartially at the handle of the rickety old man's crutch.

Although the momentum of the old man's throw is extraordinary, it is a suppressed Jedi counterattack after all, and in terms of speed and strength, it is not as good as a sword that has accumulated more than a dozen spins and is obtained by inertia.

The short sword stabbed out, and the cold and silent right hand was also released in an instant, and both hands held the black sword that was originally held by the left hand with one hand. When the rickety old man saw Leng Buyu's action, his eyes couldn't help but show panic. And Leng Buyu smiled evilly, held the sword in both hands, and slashed the sword diagonally from the bottom left to the top right.

The rickety old man was powerless to stop it, and he was knocked out by the cold silent sword.

Leng Buyu changed the black sword to his right hand, and with a move with his left hand, the short sword that pierced out was like a falcon under order, and flew back in a whirl in the air and was held in his hand.

And the white sword candle that had been shot at the old woman before stabbed straight at the old woman after squeezing the row of flower hairpins that flew in. Until this moment, the white sword and firefly candle were still fighting with the old woman. Leng Buyu was mentally prepared, but he never imagined that the old woman was much older than this rickety old man, but her skills were even better.

The old woman moved and leaped, and the crutches in her hand were also tiger and tiger, no matter how tricky the angle of the white sword and firefly candle was stabbed, it was just useless.

Leng Buhe smiled, and then threw the short sword in his hand, and the short sword floated in the air. Immediately afterwards, he also pulled out the other two short swords on his chest, threw them casually, and floated in the air with the previous short sword.

Then, his left hand stretched out to the side, and the white sword firefly candle, who was still fighting happily with the old woman, instantly turned around and flew back towards Leng Buyu. Leng Bu shook his hand and held the white sword candle tightly in his hand. At this moment, the two long swords on the left and right, and the three short swords around the body rotated, and their momentum was extraordinary.

Whether it was an old woman or a slightly injured rickety old man, when she saw Leng Buzhi's appearance, her face was not frightened, but the joy was even worse. The old woman even shed tears, I don't know if it was because she was overjoyed and couldn't suppress her feelings.

Seeing the appearance of these two old men, Leng Buyu couldn't help frowning and being a little stunned.

Knowing that Leng was silent and puzzled, the rickety old man walked towards the old woman with a cane, looked up and down at the other party, and made sure that the other party was not injured, so he was a little relieved. Being stared at like this by the rickety old man, the old woman's face was a little embarrassed, and she reached out and gently slapped the rickety old man. And this rickety old man is grinning and laughing.

Then, I only heard the rickety old man look at Leng Bu with satisfaction, smiled all over his face, nodded, and then said: "Little doll, General Han's sword is inherited well." ”

The old woman also laughed, the old woman was old, and she didn't have a few teeth in her mouth, but when she laughed, she was still like a little lady in the boudoir, and she would cover it with her hands. The old woman's laughter stopped, and then she sighed and said with emotion: "The little baby in the west, Zhong Nanyan, has a little doll Zhong Xihou, and he let the people of the world know that there is a successor to the Dancing Sword. Little doll, shouldn't you also let people know that General Han's sword is not buried?"