The broken gun pushed the knife aside, smiled and showed eight teeth, he had a handsome face, and he was forced to be a street gangster by his ruffian breath, which made people lose their favor.

"The girl misunderstood, misunderstood, it was a rude mistake. Xiaosheng ······ Xiaosheng's surname is Duan, and he and Brother Mei wandered away from Daye's beautiful mountains and rivers, passing through ······"

The broken gun was still chattering in that article, and Mo Qu'er had already walked away with Yin Li, and couldn't help but make a joke without a knife. The broken gun stared at the two people who walked away, but he changed his color, and asked seriously: "Third brother, you are really generous, are you really afraid that your strength will break this girl's small body?"

Without a knife, he took advantage of the broken gun and rewarded him with a chestnut from behind, first, to avenge the restaurant for spraying him with wine, and second, to hate this stupid brother for having no eyesight.

"Sixth, you have been trapped in the snow-capped mountains by your master for two hundred years, and you can't tell the difference between the world when you look at the white snow?"

When the broken gun heard that there was no knife and actually said such a bad thing about him, he hated it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. Helpless, in the past, Zhu Rong's heart demon was incomprehensible, and he was trapped in the snow mountain by Yan Xiao for two hundred years before he suppressed the heart demon. As a result, he laughed at him for almost three hundred years without a knife, and said that there are a few senior brothers, except for the senior brother who almost fell into the demon before, the second brother, him, and the fourth and fifth brothers have nothing to do with the devil.

Broken Gun deliberately opened the topic and continued to ask: "Third brother, why do you say that all the good things are taken by their Mo brothers? Why don't I have such good luck?"

I didn't have a knife and was ready to reward this kid with a chestnut, but unfortunately the broken gun had already been prepared, so it was easy to avoid. Without a knife, he withdrew his hand into his sleeve and said, "You don't mention it, my brother asked you to help take care of Qu'er before, and you actually bathed a fire phoenix, what do you think?"

The broken gun is serious, or righteous words: "Qu'er was born almost thirty years ago, and the baby was born with hot water to wipe his body, Qu'er hasn't taken a bath for thirty years, isn't it dirty?"

"You lack a brain and muscles, Qu'er is a fire phoenix, you bathe him, do you want to kill him? Also, the amethyst vine left by Xiao Wu, you pruned her branches and cut her to death, Shizun didn't slap you to death at that time, how jealous my brother and second senior brother are of your little cub's status in Shizun's heart. ”

Speaking of the amethyst vine, which is rare in the fairy world, the broken spear was a little embarrassed, and squeaked: "Third brother, isn't it because the vine spirit is a little awkward, how do you know that it is so fragile." ”

"It's okay, so that Shizun can only be in a daze at the album when he thinks of Xiao Wu now. ”

"Third brother, how did the fifth senior sister die? The second brother is here, and I have never dared to ask. ”

He smiled without a knife, and he was not ready to hide from this sixth junior brother who he thought had little brain, and said, "Like Twelve, you will do your own evil." ”

This explanation, although the broken gun understood, but he still had to ask again, but he pulled him aside without a knife, and made a silent action to shut him up.

The broken gun also looked in the direction of the knifeless look, and it was a pair of young men in their early twenties. The man in a beautiful robe and holding a sandalwood folding fan was graceful, and the man beside him was as tall as him, and his figure was stronger than that of this noble man.

Broken Gun asked in a low voice: "This kid is Xiao Thirteen, right?" This martial arts cultivation is not bad, it is estimated that according to the realm of their martial arts people now, it is also the Flood Realm, right?"

"Little Liu, ask you for your brother, can your sword skills be half as hot as your brother?"

"It's good to have you two points, no, you have a knife in your name, what's the comparison with me as a gunman?"

"The first time Shizun took me to see Xiao Thirteen, this doll danced alone in Tianluan Peak on a snowy night, with a sword in her left hand and a gun in her right hand. ”

"What's the use of that, but Shen Yun ······"

"The doll was twelve years old. ”

When he heard the broken gun, he shut up, and then looked at Yingru Song, still not realizing that there was anything outstanding about this youngest junior brother.

"Xiao Si can communicate with spirit beasts, this child has the ability to control ghosts, it is really unfair to heaven, unlike you and me, and the second senior brother, they all enter the Tao with martial arts. ”

The two of them were chattering with each other, but they could hear the "whoosh" sound of breaking the wind, followed by dozens of "whoosh". From a distance, nearly a hundred arrows rained down on Mo Mingtong like a song. The broken spear instinctively reacted and shot out a spear force, but saw a transparent knife light slash through, canceling out his spear strength.

He turned his head and glanced at his third senior brother, but he was glared back by the knifeless, and he looked like a bullied little milk dog.

Ying Ruge rushed over without saying a word, only to see that he was strong with his fists, and he threw dozens of punches in a row, forcing the arrow net out of a few holes. Then Mo Ming shook the folding fan, and a bright yellow rune paper shot out from the left sleeve, the fan waved, and the left hand pinched at the same time, with a "break",

Only a blasting sound was heard, and the sword rain in the sky was easily broken by the two brothers.

"I'm a good girl, third brother, this kid's boxing skills are not bad. can control the wind with fists, I haven't heard of any of the brothers and sisters who are smart enough to control the wind. ”

"Naturally, there is, but unfortunately, you are so stupid that you forget about it as soon as you remember a cup of tea. ”

Broken Gun wondered, and forcibly thought about all the brothers and sisters he had seen. He was still sure that none of his peers knew how to control the wind. Even if he is now like an immortal who can fly around, it is only to understand the mysteries of heaven and earth, just like learning to swim when mortals were mortals, not to walk against the wind.

Immediately afterwards, a group of warriors in strong armor rushed out from all over the long street, and when they saw the costumes, they were actually Yan Yun's Yan Cavalry guards.

"Who are these people?"

"Yan Yun rides. The broken gun explained to Wu Dao, frowned and didn't understand when he saw that there was no knife, and added, "It's Hua Lingwei of this era." ”

Wudao suddenly realized, gave the broken gun a chestnut, and said: "You kid can just say that it is not the Yamen Patrol Division." ”

The broken gun is depressed, the patrol division and Yan Yunqi have a Mao relationship, did he not deal with the government when his senior brother was still a mortal.

"Yan Yunqi trespassed into the city, his ability has not increased, and his courage has fattened a lot. ”

"Hahaha, hahahahaha. With a burst of laughter, a man dressed in brocade clothes, with white skin and beautiful appearance, although he was a man, had a feminine woman, walked out from the crowd of Yan horses, and listened to him, "The miscellaneous family got a tip, and the Lincheng Mo family participated in the rebellion in the past, and still helps the rebels plot to rebel. Young Master Mo, your old son Mo Sang is really bold······"

Before the words were finished, he saw a light coming, and Yan Qi, who had two forearms tied to a shield, walked quickly to this father-in-law, blocking the sword light. The two of them were already as strong as bulls and tigers, but they were forced to retreat four or five steps, and the shield was also bloomed seven or eight minutes deep.

"Bold, you, you, you, you're rebelling!"

Without waiting for Mo Ming to speak, Ying Ruge laughed a few times and said, "Rebellion? A eunuch who is not even a man, a eunuch, what is the basis for saying that Mo Xiaohou has rebelled!"

In the end, the tone of the two words "rebellion" was extraordinarily heavy, mixed with sound skills, which shocked the Yanqi.

The broken gun saw it clearly, frowned, and pouted by the way, and said: "Third brother, what has this little thirteen been from childhood to college?

"That's what's interesting, this kid really paints cats like cats, and dogs are dogs······"

"Do you still know Danqing? It's too much······"

"How stupid are you, can't you hear that being a brother is a metaphor?"

The father-in-law snorted, and a team of swallow cavalry beside him rushed towards the Mo brothers in an orderly formation.

"Brother take shelter for the time being!" Ying Ruge stood beside Mo Ming, who stepped back six or seven steps with light steps, standing like a pine, shaking the fan calmly.

Listening to the song again, he shouted loudly, stretched out his hand to the sky, and saw a white light shooting from the southwest. However, when Yan Qi marched ten steps, it was as if the singer had already held a long sword.

This sword looks quite interesting, with the same cold edges, but one side is thicker than the other. The broken spear looked interesting in the corner of the wall, and asked: "Third brother, little thirteen, this sword is so interesting, which blacksmith got drunk to make it, right?"

No knife but no more repair of the broken gun, hehe, joke broken gun no knowledge.

"If the second senior brother hears your remarks, it is estimated that he will give you three days and three nights of the Sword Sutra. Sword practitioners are more or less a problem here. He pressed the broken spear's temple and continued, "Didn't you meet a monk with a sword with a single blade before?"

"Yes, I thought it was a strange-looking knife. You said that the sword in Xiao Thirteen's hand doesn't look like a sword and an axe are put together haphazardly?"

Wu Dao looked at it carefully, and nodded in agreement.

Although the broken spear is a joke, his joke is not untrue, the spirit sword that Yingruge summoned from the Mo family is the Cai Wei axe!

The swordsman, or a figure like the hidden blade, disdains the famous sword of the time, even Wang Jianlongyao, who has been with him for two or three hundred years, can be given away as a windmill toy, let alone a sword that is less than a hundred years old. However, the Rose Axe is really a famous sword.

Yan Yun rode the Internet all over the world, supervising Daye, and naturally would not leak information about such a famous sword. A Yan rode into the father-in-law's ear and whispered, "Lord Fucha, the sword in the hands of this Mo family thief is afraid that it is the sword called Caiwei Axe." I'm afraid that the brothers will suffer heavy casualties when they deal with it, can you make those adults ······?"

The father-in-law glared at the Yan Qi, and the Yan Qi shut up and was silent.

Looking at the team of thirteen people who pounced on the Yan Qi of the Mo family brothers, I saw the light and shadow flickering, and Ying Ruge was still standing there, but the Wei picking axe in his hand was dripping with blood. The thirteen people, their bodies fell, and their heads rolled down like they were rolling down, and they rolled everywhere.

The father-in-law was in a hurry, but he lived in the palace, and he was used to seeing martial arts masters nodding at him, where did he know the ability of the green forest. had to force his composure, and his voice suddenly increased by seven points, and said: "Kill, kill these two rebellious ······ for me."

He felt that his cheeks were hot, and a stream of hot liquid spilled on his face, and he didn't move, and his eyes glanced to the side. The Yan Qi that he had whispered to him was also separated. Standing next to the corpse is the lingering song of the Daye people at first glance, it should be said that it is Linghu Changkong.

"Dead eunuchs, but do you still want to live?"

"Bold!" only to hear a loud shout, a palm force struck, lingering like a song, like a flying swallow, sliding backwards a few feet. The poor Yan Qi, when he died, was still destroyed by someone's palm.

I saw that the person who came was dressed in a gray brocade suit, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal a pair of small arms, but the whole pair of hands was as black as black iron, and he looked heavy.

"Your Excellency is so strong, it seems that Yan Yunqi is also prepared. Although Mo Ming said this, the color was still the same, and it didn't seem like he was afraid of people at all.

"Ghost Hand Cangfeng, one of the famous Four Thieves King, is just a dog ridden by Yan Yun. "Although the singing voice is soft, it deliberately spreads with sound skills to make everyone present

You can hear it clearly.

"Oh, Cang is different from those three thieves, Cang never steals, only steals the lives of thieves!"

As soon as the father-in-law saw that Yan Yun's Tianqi Lord had made a move, he immediately came to his senses, and said with yin or yang: "Okay, you are a thief, you don't want to be arrested, and follow your father-in-law back to confess your guilt and receive punishment?"

"Lord Fucha, someone Cang received the order, aiming to protect Lord Fucha to be thorough, and the rest of the things, someone Cang has no way to interfere. ”

This justice wanted to be angry, but the object was Yan Yun's heavenly horse, so he had to hold back his anger. The broken gun, who was still peeping, thought it was interesting, and said: "Third brother, look, the eunuchs are all the same, and the unseeded man is so virtuous." ”

"It's a pity, I've never met a person like the Steward. Although he is a eunuch, he is so masculine that no normal man can compare. ”

Broken guns wonder, what? Eunuchs can also be masculine?

"Kill, the miscellaneous family won't believe it, but two yellow-haired juniors, you five hundred Yanyun Riders can't deal with it!"

"Changkong, how about my two brothers joining forces, no matter how bad it is, you can kill a bloody road!"

"Brother's breath is not stable, you can't use force, such a small scene, you can deal with it in the sky!"

Having said that, after all, there are barely elite Yan horses in front of Yan Yunqi, even if there is no ancestral realm, and when they are put on the rivers and lakes, they are still second-rate masters or above. Yingruge really wants to deal with it alone with the ability to make the fox grow in the sky, but it will not be simple.

"It's only five hundred, little thirteen quickly use my yin and yang strategy and let them all finish!"

Without a knife, he stroked the head of the broken spear like a doll with a tiger's brain, and said with a smile: "Little Thirteen is like a song, the person in front of you is Linghu Changkong, not to mention whether Xiao Thirteen has the ability to urge the use of Yin and Yang now, if this Linghu Changkong urges the use of Yin and Yang Strategy, will Mo San's kid be as stupid as you?"

I was depressed when I broke the gun, so I had to shut up, I really said that there were many mistakes. No wonder the master taught himself the most is the sentence, what "a gentleman accepts words and is sensitive to deeds".

"Second brother, I'm going to duel with you when I turn around!"

The little guy wanted to duel with himself, as if he was looking at a stunned young man, and said, "Okay, good, it's good if you're happy." ”

This perfunctory attitude made the broken gun even more angry, and I couldn't wait to rush out now and turn into a silver gun to knock over these five hundred people.

It was also the sound of "poof" without a knife, and he didn't grasp the proportion, so that the silent thief Wang Cangfeng noticed that there was a master in the dark, and he was more vigilant, for fear that this eunuch was in danger.

When the Yan Riders saw the thirteen brothers, they were said to be the fourteen brothers who were cut off by Linghu Changkong before they could resist silently. They have also experienced a hundred battles, and they understand that if they don't rush now, even if they survive at this time, it is better to die here.

"Changkong, after all, these people are ordered to act, just abolish it, try not to hurt their lives. ”

Ying Ruge was a little irritable, Mo Ming really read the sage books and read a little stupidly? However, since they are already righteous brothers, respecting brothers cannot be violated. Even if you can't annihilate these five hundred people, it's not difficult to keep yourself and Mo Ming safe.

Lingering like a song rushed into the crowd, slashing left and right, and his movements were as light as dancing in the elegant hall.

The ghost hand Cangfeng looks like a song that hurts the flesh and does not hurt the shin, although each is its master, but also admires the fearful afterlife, and has good thoughts. It's a pity, it's a pity, he misunderstood Yingruge, if he really let Yingruge do it, wouldn't the attacker who destroyed the city be good.

However, with a cup of tea, five hundred Yan Qi was beaten by Yingruge and nearly a hundred people, and the rest were blocked by his companions, so he was spared because he couldn't get close to him, which is also interesting.

Or if you can't use your cultivation, you can't really suppress others with martial arts, such as singing, and it's also a physical drain, and you can't help but breathe. The father-in-law saw it and saw that it was a good sign, so he couldn't help but smile on his face. He waved his hand and ordered: "Don't give this thief a respite, crush him, whoever takes off his head, the miscellaneous family will protect him for a hundred households, no, a thousand households!"

Originally, in order to save his life, he had to go all out, but now he has a fifth-grade official position, and his eyes are even more red-eyed and even more murderous.

Ying Ruge looked back at Mo Ming, and saw that he nodded, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked into a smile. The long scar on Linghu Changkong's face looked quite a bit of a hellish ghost at this moment.

The Yan Riders, who usually call them brothers, are also like the evil ghosts released from hell at this moment, and even ignore the fact that there are still companions lying on the ground, stepping over their bodies and rushing towards Yingru Song. It was miserable, and more than a dozen Yan Qi, who were originally only slightly injured, were trampled to death by their companions.

Yingru Song was about to destroy the "White Cloud Swordsmanship", and when he was urging Zhenyuan, he hurriedly collected the move, and changed it in an instant, "The Wind Dances - The Mirror of the Moon"!

Hundreds of purple sword qi swung out, like lightning, shooting into the air. Those Yan Riders were only twenty steps away from Yingru Song, and the sword qi fell rapidly, faintly attacking everyone like a purple python wind and thunder.

Many Yan Qi were caught off guard, and their bodies were paralyzed by the move, and Qi Yuan was temporarily sealed. The remaining Yan Qi still exceeded one hundred and fifty people, and Ying Ruge held the Cai Wei axe with both hands, and was about to block and kill the god, but a spear was shot from the back of Yan Qi, before Yan Qi rushed towards Yan Qi like a mad dog.

The spear fell steadily to the ground, just five paces in front of Yingruge.

Then I only heard a sound like thunder, which shocked everyone and hit Qi Yuan directly: "Lincheng guards are here! Who dares to make trouble in Lincheng!"

(End of chapter)