Yujian Rulai shook his head and said earnestly: "Leng boy, I told you the old man, the Seven Star Sword does have seven swords, but what is the seventh one called, and where is it, you have to find it yourself and find it." ”

The matte riddle-like conversation between the two was not understood by others, and they were silent, but they nodded.

Then, with a turn of his body, his cloak moved slightly, and he walked away.

Out of the Shenji Workshop, the two iron-striking guys actually looked injured, which is curious.

The two guys were silent when they saw it, and they both looked evasive. Since he didn't want to say it, although Leng Buyu was curious, he didn't plan to ask, so he left directly.

Walking down the street, but not knowing where to look for the wrongdoer.

If you don't look for trouble, trouble will eventually find him.

The person who came to find trouble this time was silent and couldn't help frowning. Although it was the first time he saw it, his eyes were for the group of people in front of him, not to mention kindness and malice, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

These people are all dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, colorful, good materials, and good workmanship, all of which are of the highest quality. If it's just a bunch of dignitaries and dignitaries, if you don't provoke yourself, you won't see it if you don't say anything. But the style of the heavy clogs on the feet of this group of people, as well as their hairstyles that show a lot of scalp, already explain their identity.

The man at the head looked as old as he was silent, his left hand resting on the hilt of the long knife at his left waist, and holding a jug of wine in his right hand.

The young man staggered and walked towards Leng Silent as if drunk.

When the two passed shoulders, the corners of Leng Bu's mouth were slightly hooked, and then his voice was cold, and he spit out one word: "Get out!"

The young man in brocade clothes listened, but he was not annoyed, but smiled. Then, the young man in brocade clothes stretched his hand straight to Leng Buyu's side, and handed the wine jug in his hand to Leng Buyu.

The words of this young man in brocade clothes are a little strange, but after all, they can make people understand the meaning.

"It's just that you're the sword saint of Daye, you're too condescending. Go back with me, and I will let you be the sword master of this continent, and even, it will be the sword master of the whole world. ”

Leng Bu stopped walking, his brows furrowed slightly, and then there was a smile. He looked at the young man in brocade clothes like an idiot.

"How did you get to Daye?"

Although the young man in Jinfu didn't understand the meaning of Leng Buyu's words, he still replied: "Naturally, it's by boat." ”

Leng Buyu shook his head and continued to ask: "What this seat asked you, how did you get to Daye?"

The young man in brocade was a little puzzled, and a middle-aged brain with nose hair to the upper lip on his side stepped forward and put his mouth to the ear of the young man in brocade, followed by a few whispers.

The young man in brocade robe listened, nodded, and re-answered the question of Leng Buzhi.

"I, and my retainers, are naturally the ones who arrived with the customs clearance papers. ”

After listening to it coldly, he nodded, but then, he said in a joking tone: "Since you came to see me in Daye, what you just said, as a citizen of Daye, I will kill you now, and I will leave Dongli, helpless!"

The tone was full of ridicule and threat, and the young man in brocade couldn't help frowning when he heard it, and his face was displeased.

"Silent ......"

only to shout a cold name in a broken Daye Ya dialect, but it was a cold glow. After the cold glow, the young man in brocade closed his mouth.

And Leng Bu Si continued to take his small steps and walked away from the same place.

These Dongli people, who came with the young people in brocade clothes, also saw Hanmang, including civil and martial arts. Wen only thought it was cold, and his hands were still tied in the cloak, but Wu was panicked.

There was a young man, and with a pop, the katana came out of its sheath, and he walked quickly, stopping in front of Leng Buyu.

And the young man in brocade, his head, began to move little by little, and finally, the whole head fell to the ground. The head was more like a ball, and it rolled towards the side of the road.

When the people on the street saw this horrific scene, they couldn't help but scream, and then began to flee in confusion.

The body of the young man in brocade was still standing in place, and another warrior in the entourage couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the incision on the young man's neck.

This incision is too flat. Flat, it's like cutting tofu with a knife.

And the young warrior was pointing at Leng Bu with a katana at the moment, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his face was full of anger.

looked at him with a cold smile, and out of curiosity, asked: "You entered other people's houses like robbers, don't you, do you want the master to eat and drink well?"

Maybe this young warrior didn't understand Leng Bu's words, and he was also angry, as if he had scolded, he held the knife in both hands, and rushed over to kill Leng silently.

And Leng was silent and motionless, standing in place.

Just when the young martial artist's sword was only three points away from Leng Buyu, Leng Buyu's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

This time, it was he who underestimated the enemy.

Although he dodged in time, his side face was still cut by this katana, and a bloody cut was made.

Leng Buyu touched the wound with his hand, looked at the blood on his hand, and Leng Buyu put away his smile.

If it was a big man who hurt him at this moment, he must be laughing quite crazy at this moment.

Unfortunately, it was a Dongli person who hurt him at this time. New Lewen

The ice-blue cloak was lifted and pulled behind his back. Then, Leng Bu silently moved his left and right hands, and pulled out both the black sword and the white sword candle.

The moment he held the sword, his momentum changed greatly, and the surging murderous aura rushed out of Leng Buyu's body. The murderous aura rushed towards the young martial artist like a violent wind, and the young martial artist couldn't help but shudder.

I don't know if it's his delusion, or if the temperature next to him has really dropped this week.

And Leng Buyu would not give him a chance to be stunned, holding the double swords in his hands, his body moved, and he rushed over like a killing god.

The white sword in his left hand is held back, and with a sword in his hand, he is a greedy wolf in Tianshu.

Leng Bu silent, the front and back swords in his left hand continued to attack, slashing and slashing. Not to mention Leng Buyu's own aura, as well as the aura emanating from this young martial artist, all of them were gathered by Leng Buyu.

This young warrior, that kind of oppression, actually has a feeling of suffocation that he can't breathe.

The situation is obvious, and the superior and inferior are judged.

In less than three rounds, the young warrior's gorgeous brocade clothes had become rags hanging on his body.

And the flesh behind the rags was already covered with blood.

In the end, Leng Buyu raised his foot and kicked it out.

The young warrior's body was like a stone, and he was kicked by Leng Bu and flew away, and finally hit a large white wall before stopping. If you look closely, his body has sunk into this big white wall for a few points.

This person, even if he is pulled out of this big white wall, I am afraid that he will be useless.

Leng Bu silently held the double swords, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and he looked at the rest of the group.

"I know that the master who came with you is not here. In this way, I can spare the life of one of you, and go and talk to those masters for this seat. ”

The arrogant words immediately angered these Dongli people.

Whether it was civil or martial, these people all drew their katana swords from their waists.

Afterwards, they all babbled and muttered the words of Dongli that Leng Bu didn't understand, and rushed over Leng Bu and killed him.

And coldly silent, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up an arc.

Although these people do not have a cold and silent master, if they want to join forces to deal with delusion, it is enough.

Six katanas stabbed or slashed from different directions, but they didn't say anything, but their left hand was loosened, and the white sword candle fell and went deep into the stone slab.

He clenched the black sword with one hand to break the army, and picked it from the left, his movements were simple, and he did not see the slightest gorgeousness.

But it was these simple actions that made it difficult for the six Dongli people who rushed up. In their hearts, the scene of slashing to death and being silent did not appear.

What's more, when Leng Buyu pulled away the last man's katana, his wrist shook slightly, and the blade pointed upward.

It was these few points that the Black Sword Breaker Army shaved off half of the flesh on this person's face.

Half of his face was bloody, and the heart-rending pain caused the unfortunate creature to scream like a pig.

The man stepped aside, as if he was not ready to let him go. He took out a short sword from his chest, threw it away, and with a "whoosh" of exercise, flew towards the poor fellow who had lost half of his face.

Seeing this, his companion wanted to help him resolve it. But helplessly, the heart was more than enough but the strength was insufficient, and the short sword swept directly past the man, and pierced the poor unfortunate fellow straight like this.

These people have just stepped into the cold city. This unlucky guy could never have imagined that he would die in such humiliation before he had only arrived in Cold Crisp City and had not done anything to make the family proud.

With a wave of Leng Buzhi's hand, the short sword that had pierced the unfortunate guy flew back again, like a small bird, flying around Leng Bu's body.

"It's, it's swordsmanship! You, you're still using this swordsmanship!"

Leng Buyu listened, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

This is indeed a swordfight, but it is different from what people usually think of as swordplay. But how is it different, Leng is silent and doesn't bother to explain to these Dongli people.

"But who wants to live, or will I send you to see your companions right now?"

Murderous, and that arrogant kingly spirit. Just like the young warrior at the beginning, most of these Dongli people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The contemporary sword saint in front of him is too fierce.

Youwen thought about it, and he knew that he would go with a few other adults who went on an assassination mission. At least, at least those adults are here, and they may still have a chance to live.

Leng Bu looked at a person, the hand holding the knife, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Leng Buhe smiled, raised his sword, pointed at the Dongli man who was about to collapse, and said with a smile: "Do you want to live? Then the rest of them can die!"

The others didn't speak, but looked at their already panicked companion. And the Dongli who swallowed saliva couldn't help wiping the sweat on his forehead.

But in the next moment, this Dongli person was in high spirits, and he said coldly and silently: "You big Ye pig, we, we are the envoys of Dongli." You dare to kill us, aren't you afraid of causing a war between the two countries?"

Leng Buyu couldn't help laughing when he heard his arrogant words, and then his eyes became extremely cold again, and he said with murderous intent: "This seat is killed today, it's you Dongli envoys!"