Hearing this short man roaring and insulting, he laughed coldly like a passer-by looking at a monkey, and then shook the black sword in his hand and mocked: "Imbeciles, incompetent and angry, like a stinky fart, have no other abilities except to stimulate the nose of others." ”

When the short Dongli warrior heard such a mockery, he grinned again. That white tooth, if others see it, they can't help but be afraid.

And in Leng Bu's opinion, he just thought it was funny, and it was really the same as he said, the imbecile's incompetent rage.

The two no longer spoke, they both fought together again with their swords.

The two of them fought, and the Qi style that was scattered turned into ice, but it was only twenty or thirty digits, and the street was destroyed beyond sight.

But it is also strange, the movement here is not small, but even so, the merchants hiding on both sides of the street were stunned and did not see the people of the City Patrol Division or the Lijingmen come out to stop this nameless battle.

Those Dongli envoys, some of whom had cleared their minds, also began to mention this situation in Dongli language.

These people are indeed a little worried in their eyes, but at this time, they don't know if it was because their young master was killed, or because they were ruthlessly ridiculed, they didn't want to pay attention to the things that they didn't explain at this moment.

Others don't understand, but they understand it very coldly.

Come to think of it, whether it is those city patrol divisions or Lijingmen, these guys have received the news early. These people, these people should be in some hidden corner now, yawning, waiting for his battle with this short Dongli warrior to end.

The two of them ended the battle, and these guys hiding in the shadows should be the first to come out.

This should be Bai Ling's attitude towards him and his deliriousness.

The thought was only for a moment, and the battle between the two intensified. Even Leng Bu actually has the feeling of meeting an opponent in chess, but it is just a slight feeling for no reason.

The two of them took a few steps back, and at this moment, the shin bones of their bodies were also hot, and they could also let go of the fight.

Leng Bu looked around in a circle, the corners of his mouth curled even more, thinking about it, if he didn't solve this trouble earlier, Bai Ling, the lord of the cold city, should be impatient.

"You're strong, you go to the east, I can give up my place. You are the second greatest swordsman in my Dongli. Not to mention the daimyo, even His Majesty the Emperor will definitely treat you with three points of courtesy as he treats his teacher. ”

This short man left the martial arts, even if he was cold and sarcastic, even if the two had already fought so far, he still didn't forget to win over.

Don't talk about this person, just talk about his ability, and it is indeed a bit of praise to be silent. Come to think of it, according to the estimation of the force value of Daye Jianghu, this short man who leaves the martial arts in the east should have the cultivation of Hongmeng Seven, or even Hongmeng Sixfold Realm.

No matter how good it is, it is useless if the moral character is violated.

Leng Bu didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, touched the back of his left hand, and pulled out the white sword candle.

The two swords hung to the sides, and he heard him say in a righteous voice: "Quartet Hulu, whoever dares to offend will destroy his country and his species." This is my attitude!"

In a few words, the posture of a great country is fully revealed.

On both sides of the street, those merchants who were hiding heard Leng Bu and continued to be generous, and they couldn't help but applaud one by one. is also thinking about it, this ice blue cloak hero who wants to be a big man, and take a good shot early to teach this little ghost who doesn't know the height of the sky.

When the people of Daye heard the cold words, their blood boiled, which was the pride of being a person from Daye.

And when those Dongli envoys heard Leng Buzhi's words, one by one, their expressions distorted their faces, like bitter gourds.

This short man didn't get angry, but grinned and listened to him: "Silent, Sword Saint of Ye Kingdom, I'm more interested in you." You are a formidable and respectable opponent. But, today, because of your arrogance, and more importantly, because of your disrespect to my Great Eastern Empire, you will die under my sword!"

There was no expression on his silent face, and he looked at this short man Dongli Martial Artist with a cold face.

I have to say that he has some admiration for this short Dongli martial artist. It is impossible for him not to know the attitude of the people of Daye towards the people of Dongli.

But he still came with the mission, so he was not afraid. However, he would be silent with him on such an occasion.

Since the dead boy was the son of the Daimyo, and this short Dongli Warrior claimed to be the Emperor, that is, even their monarch had to give three points to this short Dongli Warrior. Then the purpose of this short Dongli warrior to come to Daye will not be simple.

But it's such a person, because he is silent and humiliates them to leave the east, he would rather be exposed under the nose of Daye's official and have a fight with him.

This thought has been in my mind for a long time, and I thought of another possibility after being silent.

What if, this short man who left the martial arts to fight with himself and was exposed under the noses of Daye's officials, it was also in their plans?

So, what about it?

Originally, I thought about it before, but at this time, it is the first thing to settle this short man who leaves the martial arts.

Leng Bu said that he leaned forward again, and his swords were horizontally left side, past his shoulders.

The wind was also mischievous, blowing his hair, raising and falling.

The short Dongli warrior felt the cold that emanated from his silence, and grinned again. That's excitement, because it's only at this moment, this Daye's contemporary sword saint is serious.

The greatest respect for the opponent is to end his life when the opponent is doing his best.

Thinking like this, the short Dongli warrior actually put the long knife back into its sheath.

He took a step forward with his right foot, and leaned forward as if he were silent. The scabbard was held in his left hand, and the handle was touched in his right hand. Lazy people listen to books

Raised his head slightly, looking into his cold eyes, playful and vicious.

The two of them stood there like sculptures, keeping their movements. The wind blew and blew the hair of the two people's robes and hair, only to prove that they were two people.

Between the lightning and flint, the two moved. They are all like thunder, and their eyesight is poor, and they can't see the movements of the two of them clearly at this time.

Just listen, the sound of swords intersecting. There was also the whirring sound of swords slashing through the air, not hitting the enemy, cutting through the air.

The battle between the two continued, and the cold sword stabbed the short Dongli warrior in the shoulder, and the short Dongli warrior's long knife cut Leng Bu's thigh.

One, two, the wounds on the two of them are increasing.

The cold and silent Qi Bing was as cold as a mystery, and this short Dongli martial artist turned Qi into a wind blade and constantly took the opportunity to sneak attack.

Thirty numbers, sixty numbers, one hundred and twenty numbers.

The two separated again, and it looked like the cold blue cloak was already in tatters, and the military uniform inside him was also red in many places.

And this short man left the martial artist, his feather weaving was about to fall off, and the clothes in it also added a lot of holes. Either the wound caused by Leng Buyu was too shallow, or his clothes were too thick, and he did not have red spots all over his body like Leng Buyu.

"This seat retracts the previous words, as a martial artist, your cultivation is not bad. ”

The arrogant Daye Sword Saint was silent, and he actually said such words. If he is in vain, he will be speechless when he hears it.

And when this short man heard this, he was also grinning. His martial arts cultivation is naturally not bad, he holds a sword at the age of ten, debuts at the age of thirteen, and becomes famous at the age of sixteen.

Now, ten years have passed, and in Dongli, he is the existence above 10,000 people in Dongli Kendo, except for him.

Leng Bu couldn't support his body anymore after all, he staggered a few steps, and his body was about to turn upside down. The black sword in his right hand shook it with his backhand, inserted it into the stone slab on the ground, and stabilized his body.

What people didn't know was that it was this short man who had left the martial arts, and he had pierced the cold abdomen with a knife, which was the last move of the two.

Similarly, there was a lot of blood on Leng Buyu's neck, which was the first knife that this short man had made from a martial artist.

The knife was so fast that it was too fast to defend against.

Similarly, the two swords that started coldly were just a little bit closer, and they cut this short Dongli martial artist in half. But his Qi that follows the wind is too powerful.

Each sword will be blocked by a wind blade, eliminating most of its power.

Thinking about it, he smiled coldly, he had heard Yingru Song say that among their immortal cultivators, there were very few immortal cultivators who mastered the wind.

However, if it is in the world, there will be many warriors who will turn into the wind?

This short man is one person from the martial arts, and the Xisha arrogant tiger Zhongxi Hou is also one person.

Zhongxi Hou, he should be better than this short Dongli martial artist, right?

Fortunately, although he was injured, he won after all.

Leng Bu kicked his legs, stood up straight, and pulled the black sword out of the stone slab on the ground.

Beautiful sword flower, black and white swords are all in the back hand, and then there is a pop, no overlap, this black and white double sword, back into the scabbard.

"If you have the opportunity, I will hold a sword in my hand and kill you until you leave the east, and go to meet your teacher for a while. Let's see what kind of big man a teacher who can teach a disciple like you. ”

Hearing this, the short Dongli martial artist showed a smile, this smile on his face from the bottom of his heart, a little bitter, and the same, happy from the bottom of his heart.

There are few thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, but after all, it is I who is used to drinking the wine of Dongli. When he came to Daye, he realized that the wine outside the island was very strong.

The body of this short man began to tremble, and the strength in his body gradually lost, and a sense of exhaustion rushed out like a flood that had opened the floodgates.

After all, it was his hand that first lost his strength, and he could no longer hold the knife in his hand.

With a "clang", the katana, which the Tori warrior was proud of, fell to the ground.

And the owner of the knife, still laughing, the wind blowing his hair, and his eyelashes. I don't know if I was appeasing him, resting, or telling him that he couldn't sleep peacefully at this time.

Eventually, he leaned forward, fell face down, and fell to the ground.

The dust rises, people sleep forever, a foreign land, and the soul cannot return.

Leng Bu stared at this short Dongli martial artist for a long time, he raised his head, looked at the Dongli envoys, and asked, "What is the name of this person?"

Those Dongli envoys were still shocked by the surprise of the short Dongli being killed by Leng Buyu, but they didn't hear Leng Buyu's words.

Leng Buyu frowned slightly, a little displeased, and a cold aura emanated from himself, invading those Dongli envoys.

These Dongli envoys couldn't help but shudder, and then they returned to reality.

Or the original Dongli who saw the wind and steered the rudder and had a changeable attitude, he said sycophantly: "Hui, back to the words of the Daye Sword Saint, this person, he is called my grandson Falto." ”