The arrogant words made all the envoys angry, and some of them were already red.

Leng Buyu pulled down with his left hand, pulled the white sword candle out of the stone slab, and waved it lightly, shaking off the dirt on it.

The two swords are in hand, both are in the right grip.

The eyes are cold, looking at each other, like an abyss that does not stop for thousands of feet. Just one glance, it's terrifying.

Just as Leng Bu was about to speak, a gust of wind whistled from behind him.

Leng Buyu smiled consciously, his right hand was facing behind him, and the Black Sword Breaker immediately blocked the attacker's sword.

But the person who attacked this sneak attack was not the only one, the movement was fast, and a short knife stabbed him. The short knife was about to reach the back of Leng Buyu, and the short sword suspended around Leng Buyu was like a falcon pounced on a rabbit and stabbed it.

The person who attacked the sneak attack also knew that if he continued to use the knife, he would only be injured in half, so he hurriedly withdrew the knife and retreated.

Leng Bu slowly turned around and looked at the person who was attacking.

This person's dress was slightly different from that of the envoys in the Dongli dress.

He wore a white plume on the inside, a navy blue feather weave on the outside, and a five-fold horse hakama on the bottom.

This person looks like he is twenty-four or five years old, not tall, and his lips are cold and silent. He holds a short knife in his left hand and a long knife in his right hand.

looked at it silently, and there was no contempt for this short Dongli martial artist.

"Newspaper your name. ”

This short Dongli martial artist smiled, which was also a lame Daye Yayan, and said: "You are the sword saint of Daye who is silent, and I am the sword saint of the Great Dongli Empire, Jiro Kuchigi." You will die under my sword, and you people will know who is the real great swordsman!"

Looking at the two knives in the hands of this short Dongli martial artist, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "You Dongli little ghosts are really interesting, holding knives in your hands, but you came here in Daye to discuss swords with this book?"

The short Dongli martial artist smiled, waved the long knife in his right hand a few more times, and said, "Only you, stupid Ye Guoren, have always been obsessed with the difference between a knife and a sword. In the eyes of our Dadong people, only what can fight and defeat the enemy is the most important!"

Leng Bu listened to it, but instead of being annoyed, he nodded.

His behavior made this short man Dongli martial artist even more proud, and continued: "You killed the daimyo's youngest son today, as long as you go back to Dongli with us, I can help you defend yourself." From then on, you are my master, and I, the third great swordsman in Dongli after that. In the future, you will be ......"

Without waiting for the short man to finish speaking, Leng Bu put his index finger in the middle of his lips and made a silent movement.

Dongli everyone stared at Leng and was silent, only to see that the eyes of this Daye contemporary sword saint became more and more cold. After staring at his eyes for a long time, he didn't say anything about the abyss, but he only felt that he was already in an extremely cold hell at this moment.

There was a Dongli Wenchen, who stared at his cold eyes for a long time, and the fear that burst out from the bottom of his heart spread all over his body.

His body trembled again, and after a while, he rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted to the ground.

Seeing that his companion was unconscious, this short Dongli warrior couldn't help but muttered in Dongli's language, listening to the tone, it should be an ugly curse.

Leng Buhe smiled, his eyes were still the same, and then he said in a cold voice: "This is the difference between my Daye people and you like you, Daye, it is home, country, and the world." Are you still trying to dominate the world when you leave the east, in the land of projectiles? ”

In the face of the silent ridicule, this short man did not get angry for the first time, but hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a treacherous smile like a fox.

Listening to this short man Dongli martial artist, "You are very courageous, but a person like you will not live long." But you don't have to worry, because today, it's the last day of your life. ”

As soon as the words fell, the short man had already run quickly. He walked as fast as the wind, and with a wave of the katana in his right hand, he stabbed it towards Leng Bu's heart.

Leng Buyu also took out his sword with his right hand, and the black sword broke the army and blocked the long knife of this short Dongli martial artist.

But the short man's movements did not end there, and the short knife in his left hand slashed from the bottom up, and he slashed coldly without saying a word.

And Leng Bu is the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, revealing disdain.

With a movement of his left wrist, the white sword candle slapped at the elbow of the short Dongli warrior.

It was obvious that he was slapping people with the body of a sword, but he heard a crashing sound.

This short man was in pain, his left hand couldn't help but loosen, and the short knife also fell to the ground.

And Leng was silent, and he didn't intend to end there, but still the white sword and firefly candle in his left hand. He slapped the blade of the white sword candle again, and the blade of the white sword candle hit the short knife.

As soon as the samurai dagger was forced, it shot at the short Dongli warrior like an arrow from the string.

The other party is worthy of being a martial arts master in Dongli, but his body is slightly on one side and he dodges the short knife.

And the short knife, the momentum is unabated, and it continues to fly forward. It was also at this time that this short man found out that something bad was wrong.

But in the face of coldness, he didn't dare to hold it up, and he didn't dare to look back.

Just as the short Dongli warrior had guessed, he soon heard a scream. Don't think about it, it was your own rib that hit your companion.

This short Dongli martial artist is another Dongli sentence, and this sentence is understood by Leng Buyu.

Leng Buyu smiled again, and then snorted coldly, and said: "It's not interesting for you and me to be so deadlocked, although we have to tease and tease before killing pigs, but now that I think about it, it seems to be too much of a waste of time." "Haha Literature Network

As soon as the words fell, Leng Bu was actually waving his right hand, and the left and right swords were both horizontal on the left side at this time, and they were all over the shoulder.

In the eyes of this short Dongli martial artist, Leng Buyu's action arc is too big, and he must take advantage of it.

The long knife stabbed him, cold but fearless.

It was also at this moment that the short sword that had been thrown out flew back again. The short man heard the voice, and had no choice but to accept it and move to the side.

The short sword continued to fly forward, stopping on the right side of Leng Bu's chest. Sure enough, the position where this short sword was aimed was the heart of this short man who left the martial arts.

This short man was not afraid of the martial artist at all, but grinned, and in the next moment, he burst out with all his momentum. The moment the momentum on his body exploded, the dust and smoke around him rose, and the envoys behind him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Seeing that this short Dongli martial artist burst out with a strong and incomparably strong momentum, Leng Bu couldn't help but be slightly stunned, this is the wind.

This short man left the martial artist in the east, and he turned into a wind with Qi, and this wind spread and gradually turned into a tornado.

Leng Bu couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, grinning, he was excited, rarely excited.

And this excitement made Leng Buyu put away the action of raising the two swords sideways, and even retracted the white sword candle in his left hand into the scabbard on his back, and then held the black sword with both hands.

And the short sword flew away again.

"Yo Xi, it's a great honor for you, the Ye State Pig, to die under my katana!"

After that, the short man Dongli Martial Artist rushed over with a knife in both hands, and the corners of his mouth were hooked again, revealing cunning.

But then, he wondered. This short man left the samurai, and he actually raised the katana above his head, and he had a sense of slashing with a sword.

There are doubts, but it is a good opportunity. Leng Bu said from the bottom up, slashing sideways with a sword.

After all, it was a cold silence.

Without waiting to get closer, the weathered wind blade turned by Qi cut to Leng Bu silently. Leng Bu also couldn't help but release the Qi outside, forming a thin wall of ice blue.

But it was such a temporary addition that made Leng Bu feel at a disadvantage.

After all, the knife of this short Dongli martial artist fell, and even if he didn't say anything, no matter how good his body was, he would be slashed in the shoulder.

Leng Buyu thought of a person, and the person he thought of was like a song.

Once upon a time, the two practiced swordsmanship against each other, and Ying Ruge once blocked it with a side sword. What is used silently is the black sword in his hand to break the army, and the one used by Yingruge is not bad, but it cannot be compared with the seven-star sword.

Leng Buyu cut off the sword that was blocking Ying Ruge's side, and the black sword broke into Ying Ruge's shoulder, and the wound was very deep.

Afterwards, Ying Ruge told him that it was not really because the sword he used was too inferior to the broken army sword, but because his sword was powerful and heavy. Even if the sword of the lingering song is not cut, it will kneel on the ground because it can't bear the force.

Then, the Black Sword Breaker Army will press down the sword on the singer for a few more points. The last thing to cut into his shoulder was the sword in his own hand.

Leng Buyu once joked with Yingruge that this trick is very easy to crack.

Lingering Ruge was puzzled, and then the roles of the two were reversed.

When the sword that lingered like a song slashed at the sword that Leng Buyu was blocking on the side, Leng Buyu quickly kicked out a kick that hit Leng Buyu in the abdomen.

Although he was kicked away by Leng Bu for a few feet, and even couldn't get up for a while, he was laughing at the song.

Leng Buyu asked him why he was laughing.

Ying Ruge replied to him: "Because, you won me, not by swordsmanship, but by footwork." ”

Leng Buyu sounded a little confused, Yingruge touched his head, and explained in detail for him.

"I thought that a swordsman should concentrate on the sword. But you win me, not the sword in your hand, but a part of your body. ”

Leng Buhe smiled and replied: "What is the purpose of learning swords, practicing swords, and using swords? It must be to win, and it is possible to win, so why should I rely on it alone? If I can be like you, I will definitely practice eighteen weapons." But I can't use a gun, I can't aim at an arrow, and all that's left is the sword in my hand. ”

At this moment, Leng Bu also wondered if he would think of Brother Ying, it was really a deadly rhythm.

But then, when the short man was about to fall from the warrior's sword, Leng Bu raised his foot.

The distance was too close, and this short man was completely defenseless from the martial artist, and he was too short to be silent and kicked him before he could fully lift it.

And coincidentally, the position in the cold silence is exactly the position that a man cannot describe.

With just one kick, this originally imposing eastward departure was over.

That kind of pain is no better than skinning and shaving bones. This short man was deflated by the martial artist, and his movements were much slower.

Leng Buyu took the opportunity to draw his sword, wanting to directly result in this short man leaving the martial arts. But this little man is a master, although he has fallen into the cold and silent tricks, he still knows how to choose the best among the disadvantages.

The wind blade fell like dense raindrops, and when he was silent and urged Qi Yuan to turn into an ice-blue thin wall again, this short man flew behind the warrior's body, and opened a distance from Leng Bushu?

"Despicable Ye Guo pig, I'll kill you!"