Hearing this feminine and white-haired threatening words, Leng Bu was silent, but he agreed with a face, and nodded. This reaction made it seem to the people of the Inner Mansion such as the feminine and white-haired people that the Sword Saint of the Dusk Cold Building could be regarded as a master of knowledge.

But the next words that were said silently made the people from the inner mansion all turn blue and turn red into anger.

"It's a pity, even if the people of my Dusk Hanlou want to be obedient and recruited by the imperial court, they also need people with weight to talk about this matter, a few dogs that can only bark, what do you mean!"

The feminine white hair couldn't bear it anymore, and the entourage on his side, whether it was the entourage around Leng Buzhi, or the entourage around Leng Buzhi, couldn't help but say something, and attacked again.

Leng Buyu tried a few times, but these people from the inner mansion were still so bad that they couldn't let him move seriously. One rolled over and dodged the flying moves. It was also during this turning action that the cloak was lifted, and the only remaining short sword flew out of its sheath, and flew towards the inner retinue on his side.

And he himself, holding the white sword and candle in his hand, killed the feminine white hair.

The entourage on the side of the feminine white hair instinctively stood in front of the feminine white hair, not knowing whether it was because of loyalty or enslavement or brainwashing. The cold silence sword has come out, and he doesn't care who is about to die, a sword splits Huashan, and an entourage who looks extremely strong is cut off an arm by a sword.

Looking at the wound, whether it is flesh or bone, it is all a flat incision. The fallen finger was stained with blood, and the finger moved slightly. Look at this incomparably strong entourage, without an arm, the wound, the blood is like a flood that has opened the floodgates, and there is no tendency to stop.

This incomparably strong retinue had a pained expression, and his forehead and sideburns were covered with fine sweat. But despite this, he only snorted twice, and did not scream in pain.

The sword struck, and another kick was made, kicking this incomparably strong retinue four or five feet away.

It was considered a wasted person, and the cold silence did not stop, and with a movement of his wrist, the white sword in his hand slashed to the side again, directly leaving a deep scar on the face of the other attendant.

This disfigured retinue doesn't have the same endurance as the incomparably strong retinue. As soon as he let go of his hand, the sword fell to the ground, and his hand was on his face. His fingers touched the wound, and he almost passed out of the pain.

In Leng Buyu's opinion, his sword has been merciless, but it has ruined the appearance of the other side, and it has not invalidated his tricks.

Easily solved the two of them, and the silent sword stabbed forward, stabbing directly at the heart of the feminine white hair. Those entourages behind Leng Buyu wanted to stop Leng Buyu, but the short sword that flew around was like a summer fly, it couldn't be caught, it was slapped away, and it circled in the air and stuck to his body.

The short sword is naturally terrifying, the fly is just disgusting people, but this short sword is not only disgusting people, but even full of infinite threats to people.

The remaining attendants on the side in front of the feminine white hair rushed forward and turned into a human wall in front of the feminine white hair.

If these people are calm at this time, and the siege or the wheels are silent, they have a chance to kill him. But Leng Bu silent's terrifying strength previously showed that they had already had fear in their hearts. To say that a little fear does not affect the life and death of the duel would be a lie.

The cold silence is like chopping melons and vegetables, so that these entourages are all colorful. And those behind him are still tossed by the short sword.

After all, the white sword in Leng Bu's hand pierced into the abdomen of this feminine white hair. The feminine white hair vomited out a mouthful of blood, if it wasn't for the cold silence and timely dodge, the new cloak that had been worn for a while was not ordered to suffer?

Seeing that the feminine white hair was about to die, these inner retinues were stunned for an instant, and they were all stunned in place, and even the weapons in their hands had already landed.

"No!"

A frightened roar did not come from the mouths of these attendants. A black shadow attacked, Leng Bu frowned slightly, drew his sword and turned over again, and distanced himself from the feminine white hair.

Looking at it again, the man in black stood where he was standing silently. Although I couldn't see his face, the eyes that could be revealed were full of fear and anxiety.

The man in black returned, and the robe returned to Leng Bu's side. His hands were still holding the two short swords, and he was panting, his chest heaving. Looking at it like this, the competition between black and white just now was also quite strenuous.

Xiao Yu lightly bumped Leng Bu with his shoulder, and asked, "Leng Mu, this, this, what, well, what's the situation?"

Looking at him, he was really tired, his speech was like a stammer, and he swallowed saliva during the process.

Leng Buyu shrugged his shoulders, and said in a tone that didn't matter to himself: "I don't know, this old eunuch seems to have a lot of background." ”

Seeing the panicked appearance of the man in black, he swallowed his saliva again and said, "Yes, I think so too." You see, this guy's attitude towards this old eunuch now is like, like ......"

Xiao Yu didn't finish his words for a long time, but he snorted coldly, and finished the rest of the words for Xiao Yu: "It's like his own father." ”

After hearing this, he bumped Leng Bu with his shoulder again, and said with a smile: "Leng Mu, I haven't seen you for a few days, why have you become so damaged?"

Leng Buyu listened, thinking back to his life in the past few days, and couldn't help frowning slightly. It seems that these days, not to mention the nature of the heart, the words he spoke were indeed a little different from the past.

But what the difference is, and why it is so, I don't know the specifics.

didn't wait for the sword saint of this twilight building to talk and laugh with the thief king again, but they heard a cry of pain that was as charming as a silver bell, and the two couldn't help frowning and looked at it. Writing Zhai

The fight between the undyed and the life-urging cold wind is coming to an end.,It seems that it's the cold wind that is not dyed and invincible?

There was worry on his face, but his eyes widened when he was delusional. Then, a fierce light burst out, as if there was murderous intent.

Leng was silent and didn't have time to stop it, after all, his body was not as good as delusion, this stupid boy had turned into a white shadow and ran out.

Seeing that he rushed out with murderous intent in his eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim: "It's broken!"

Naturally, he was so excited because he saw what he didn't want to see. He saw blood stains on the unstained garments. The blood didn't seem to be splattered, but more likely, oozing out and soaking through the clothes.

Screaming, he swept past the side of the unstained and rushed towards the dying cold wind. Buyan was anxious, although she exclaimed "don't", but the white shadow passed through her in a daze and went straight towards the handsome young man.

The two short swords in his hands threw out beautiful sword flowers, and then they both held them back, and slashed towards the cold wind. How could the life-urging cold wind know that this white shadow thief's movements were so fast, although he struggled to resist with the short knife in his hand, he was invincible with two fists and four hands, and a single sword was not as good as a double sword.

Soon, under the onslaught of the wind, the cold wind was downwind. A flaw was revealed, and the short sword in the hand of the delusional man was already on the neck of the life-threatening cold wind.

His eyes were furious like beasts, panting, his chest heaving. It's terrible. But the cold wind was not afraid in her heart, and the feeling in her heart was indescribable, as if she was unwilling, and a little bitter.

After all, he didn't make the blade of the sword move forward again, his eyes were fierce, looking at the cold wind urging his life, and words popped out from between the upper and lower rows of teeth: "The woman who hurt me in her delirium can only atone for her sins by dying!"

"Don't!"

Buyan walked over quickly, grabbed his wrist, frowned slightly, and looked nervous?

"Why? She dares to hurt you, I will take her life, rightly!"

The strength on Buzhi's hands couldn't help but increase a little, and the sleeves of the white clothes were wrinkled a little. Buyan bit his lip and said, "Xiao, you can't touch him." ”

"Why!"

"No, he's from the Inner House. ”

Hearing this far-fetched reason, he smiled and then said, "No, this guy killed the old eunuch." The identity of that old eunuch, no matter how you say it, is more expensive than this life-urging cold wind, right? This old eunuch can be killed, but why can't he be killed?"

Hearing the words of arrogance and obstinacy, Buzhi's expression became even more nervous, but his mouth was open and closed, and he was still speechless.

At this time, Leng Buyu walked up, stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and said, "Son, you can't kill the cold wind." ”

turned around in vain, his eyes were still fierce, and he still had those two words: "Why!"

Leng Buyu shook his head and said, "Because, urging the cold wind, it is the real idler of the inner mansion." ”

If ordinary people hear this sentence, they may wonder. Because urging the cold wind is the real idler of the inner house? So, what is the old eunuch and the large group of entourages brought by the old eunuch?

But the delirium understood the meaning, and since he understood, the delirium also withdrew the short sword in his hand. The two short swords were handed back to Leng Buyu, and the eyes that looked at the life-urging cold wind were still fierce.

He smiled and said, "I'm going to peel off this dead fat man sooner or later!"

When the urging cold wind heard the words, although he understood that the dead fat man in his mouth was not her, but as a woman, he was uncomfortable after all. What made her even more uncomfortable was the fierce eyes of her delusion.

Urging the cold wind to look at Immortal, there was also a moment of ferocity and killing intent in her eyes.

Her killing intent was only for a moment, and when she saw Leng Buyu's cold eyes, she was inexplicably frightened in her heart. Listening to Leng silently, he said: "Urging the cold wind, if you don't want to abide by this rule, I advise you to put away that stupid idea." ”

"Foolish people, you know what stupid things you have done!"

With the sound of cheering, a strong wind hit behind the three of them. Only then did he turn around, but a huge dark red palm print slapped over.

Leng Bu silent's body moved, and the white sword and candle in his hand slashed and slashed, scattering the huge dark red palm print.

The man in black was broken with one palm, and another palm. Leng Buyu also slashed one sword after another, scattering these huge dark red palm prints.

The man in black finally approached them, no more than a foot away, and only heard the sound of "rustling". Densely, a piece of ghost darts hit like raindrops.

Seeing that the man in black was at such a distance, and he had played so many hidden weapons, he didn't wait for a cold shot, and he made a move one step ahead of him.