The cold wind didn't look back, but the cold silence was not a joke with her. In the next moment, the wind was howling, and he was silent, and he raised his foot and kicked the wooden table, and even the person with the wooden bench moved back four or five steps.

Leaving the table without saying a word, a bright slashing knife fell, splitting the wooden table in two. And the dying cold wind still sat there, as if nothing happened.

This move frightened the tea shack owner and his accomplices. The two of them hid in the corner, and the people who made trouble in their own stalls, these two ordinary people didn't dare to say much. The other guests in the tea shed immediately got up and ran away, and they didn't even leave the tea money.

Leng Bu was silent at this time, and he could see that this person was coming at him again. Getting up, the hand in the cloak touched the back of the waist and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The one who held the sword-slashing horse was a strong man about a foot long, dressed in armor like a giant. The armor worn by this giant man enveloped his whole body, revealing only the pair of solid and powerful arms. Not only was the armor so tight, but the helmet also hid his face.

"Warrior!"

After looking at it, Leng Buyu frowned slightly, and spit out these two words in his mouth.

Urging the cold wind to put the unfinished wooden sword in his hand against the wooden bench, put the short knife in his hand back into his boots, stood up, and clapped his hands.

"The people in the Twilight Building are really insightful......

Without waiting for the cold wind to say something that would boost his own majesty, he laughed coldly.

"But the little warriors, if they are thrown into the battlefield in batches and face to head, or if they are ghosts and gods. But don't forget that when a soldier fights a man in the rivers and lakes, who is better!"

The words fell, and the breath on his body was silent, and the cold wind was a little uncomfortable. But this giant-like warrior is like no one, holding a horse-chopping knife in his hand and still standing in place like an iron tower.

Seeing this, Leng Bu had no doubts in his eyes, only joy and excitement. Without further ado, the black sword broke through the sheath and stabbed out with a sword.

The ironclad warrior dodged, and despite the heavy armor, he moved quickly. But he moved quickly, and the sword that was silent was even faster to grab a few points. The black sword stabbed into the ironclad warrior's chest, and there was a clang, and nothing else was after that.

The iron-armored warrior slashed the horse and knife in his hand again, and it slashed straight towards Leng Buyu's head, vowing to split Leng Buyu in half.

Silently silent, he avoided his body and smashed his wrist into the blade of the slashing knife. There was another sound of metal clashing, and the sword-slashing knife couldn't stop shaking, and the iron-clad warrior couldn't hold the constantly shaking broadsword. With a disengagement, the big sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Leng Bu looked down at his wrist, the bracer given by Edgeworth Rulai was a really good thing.

When fighting, it is taboo to be distracted, and he is silent and randomly comes out with a sword, this time, it is a chop.

The ironclad warrior moved, avoiding his arms without armor, and tried to use the armor on his body to take the sword of Leng Buyu. But the ending is not as he wants.

Coldly silently wrote a sword full of Qi source power, a black long sword, faintly wrapped in a layer of ice blue. A sword fell, and with the sound of metal cutting, sparks sputtered. The armor on the ironclad warrior was cut out of a crack by the cold silence.

Fortunately, this armor was thick and did not hurt the body of this ironclad warrior.

Leng Bu silently withdrew his sword, with an evil smile on his face, looking at the cold wind urging his life. The only thing that urged the cold wind to respond to him was an angry brow.

Leng Buyu smiled, but he looked like he was smiling and not smiling. Followed by a cold snort, and then said: "Urging the cold wind, if the wooden sword is not completed, is it not good to kill?"

When the cold wind heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and he was also a little speechless, and asked, "Where did the rumors come from?"

Leng Buyu was also a little puzzled, his surprised expression was a little exaggerated, and said: "Could it be that this is not the case? Then, why did you kill an idler and sharpen a wooden sword every time you killed? Isn't it, isn't it that you are a carpenter by profession?"

This ridiculous remark was not funny, but it was strange, before the cold wind was angry, the ironclad warrior beside her bumped into her like a rhinoceros that was rushing fiercely.

Leng Bu didn't dare to resist, leaned to the side, and dodged over. When he hid, this tea shed was completely destroyed. The big wooden pillar with the thickness of an adult man's waist pole was broken like this, and the tea shed also showed a tendency to collapse.

The ironclad warrior crashed into the big wooden pillar, but at the same time, he kicked over, and was kicked by the ironclad warrior without taking precautions. This kick, Leng was silent, only felt pain in his abdomen, and his liver and gallbladder were split.

The body flew back two or three feet, and hit a large wooden pillar on the other side, breaking the big wooden pillar instantly, and the tea shed tilted even more.

Leng Bu stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he pinched the back of his neck with his hand, and smiled after shaking his head from side to side. Although it hurts, he feels more interesting at the moment.

In the past, not to mention that he was wandering around the rivers and lakes, even those people in the Duhan Mansion who entered the Good Torture Hall were not bad at martial arts. Whenever the people in the Good Torture Hall couldn't help those people, they were also silent and thunderous to correct them. Xuanshu Literature Network

But when he came to this cold city, the man in black who appeared inexplicably and beat him up and then told him a story is indeed not comparable to him now.

Now this ironclad warrior who doesn't know his true face can actually hurt himself, which is really unexpected.

But only in this way is the world interesting.

Leng Bu slowly pulled out the white sword candle, he wanted to experiment with this iron-armored warrior. He wanted to try, but there was a way to make this white sword, called a firefly candle, also have the name of the stars.

Leng Bu silently lifted the cloak, and the cloak turned into a cloak and draped behind him. And he, holding a sword in both hands, although his eyes are not fierce, he is evil.

The ironclad warrior walked up to his sword, drew it, and held it with both hands as if he were silent. Seeing that Leng was silent and did not move, the ironclad warrior raised his sword high, and slashed down with a knife that pulled out the mountains and rivers.

Leng Bu still didn't move, and when the chopping knife was only half a foot away from his head, Leng Bu moved. The two-handed sword slash was a left slash, and the two-handed wrist quickly adjusted the direction, and a right slash came out.

Chopping the horse - the knife fell dangerously, and there was no slash in silence. And Leng Buyu's sword on the left and right cut out two big holes in the heavy waist armor of this iron-clad warrior, and he still didn't stop in such a way. Leng Bu grasped the opportunity, leaned forward, and dragged the sword on the left side of his body with both hands. Then, the white sword candle slashed fiercely from the bottom left to the top right, cutting the breastplate of the ironclad warrior out of a big gap.

The armor of the warriors is thick and tough, and the two armies compete on the battlefield, if there are a hundred cavalry soldiers with heavy armor to charge, the bow and crossbow are not afraid within fifty steps. But such a fearless armor with a bow and crossbow was as dilapidated as paper paste under the destruction of cold silence with one sword after another.

What is the expression of the ironclad warrior now, the helmet with the visor covers it, so naturally it can't be seen. But his movements can show how irritable this iron-armored warrior is at the moment.

Chopping - the knife is constantly swinging, and there is no order at all. Leng Buyu's expression was still the same, moving left and right, grabbing the gap every time, and making up for the sword.

The armor that this ironclad warrior was proud of was shattered by three points.

Leng Bu was silent and had to punch the cold wind to urge the life of the cold wind smiled, and after a kick, he urged the cold wind and smiled: "If you don't make a move, this man will die here." ”

The words have come out, and they are counted as ultimatums, but this life-threatening cold wind, as if he is deaf and has never heard it, is still a visitor.

Leng Bu was silent and there were more than a dozen swords, but the white sword and firefly candle in his hand couldn't compare to the black sword after all, so he shook his head helplessly and sighed, and decided to give up.

When the ironclad warrior held the sword and charged, Leng Bu silently held the white sword on the right side of his body, and the blade was facing forward. As the ironclad warrior approached, a sword stabbed out.

The white sword pierced into and penetrated the abdomen of this iron-clad warrior, and when others looked at it, it looked like a three-foot sword breaking through the armor, and it was clear that the bamboo stick had penetrated the tofu.

The horse-slashing knife in the hands of the ironclad warrior was about to fall on Leng Buyu's body for half an inch, but Leng Buyu's sword penetrated his body, and the ironclad warrior only felt cold all over his body, as if he was about to form a lump. Not to mention speeding up or dying and struggling, take away the cold silence with a knife. He only said that he wanted to move his arms and take a step, but he couldn't do it anymore.

Leng Bu silently drew his sword, and the ironclad warrior leaned back, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the dust rose and dissipated, and there was no more movement.

Leng Buyu gently waved the white sword in his hand, shook off the blood, and then put it into the scabbard behind his back. With another movement of his shoulder, the cloak once again covered his body.

Walking in front of the urging cold wind, there was no joy of victory, and his eyes were full of some doubts and doubts.

Urging Cold Wind stared at Leng Mu's silent eyes, thinking that this contemporary sword saint in the Dusk Cold Building was wondering why he was making trouble with him again and again. Urging the cold wind smiled, and asked, "What does the Sword Saint think of this martial artist's ability?"

Leng Buyu was still thinking about the matter of the opening of the Seven Star Sword, and when he heard the urging cold wind ask like this, he smiled, and then said: "There are words first, one-on-one, how can a soldier fight with the people of the rivers and lakes? But if there are 100 such warriors, 100 rivers and lakes, no, even if there are 150 Jianghu people in front of these 100 heavily armed warriors, they are just a row of paper people, and they are fragile. ”

Seeing that Leng was silent and his evaluation was pertinent, he smiled again when he urged the cold wind.

"With such skills as Lord Sword Saint, how can he be willing to condescend to a Jianghu organization?"

Hearing the words of the cold wind, Leng Buyu felt funny, and his eyes played with taste: "What's the matter?

Urging Cold Wind nodded, but then, shook his head again.

Leng Bu didn't care about the specific meaning of the cold wind, he directly pulled out a short sword from his chest and shot it towards the cold wind. An interesting scene, although this short sword was mixed with the sound of breaking wind, but in the end, it was only half an inch away from the tip of the nose of the cold wind that urged life, and it was suspended.

Looking at Leng Bu again, his eyes were cold and full of murderous aura. He opened his mouth again, and his voice was like the cold wind of deep winter, piercing.

"I should have killed you early, but before I went out, someone explained, if it was a last resort, don't do it lightly to people from Jingzhou. If you are entangled again, if you come from Jingzhou, you really think that I can't move in the twilight building!"