Linghu Changkong's hand holding the sword was a little loose, and he didn't know whether he should clench the sword in his hand or put down the sword in his hand.

The old prince of Jinling carefully looked at the sword destroyer who even he had heard of, and smashed it in his heart, this young descendant is not like the Asai people.

Although Asai is close to the Central Plains of Daye, the ladies there are said to be a lot of arrogance and lasciviousness, but they are more benevolent and filial by nature. But the men there are not ordinary, most of them are arrogant and domineering, either fighting with fists or talking with knives.

This makes the fox sky, arrogant, or indeed arrogant, can be regarded as arrogant. But when it comes to Bahu, the afterlife of this scarface, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with these two words at all.

Speaking of which, the old prince of Jinling still has an inexplicable affection for this pair of sword-crazy boys, but he is also a little afraid and has delicate feelings.

What's more, there is a little bit of familiarity inexplicably, but it is also unclear and unclear.

"In this duel, this king can drink three taels, no, no, no, half a catty······"

Unexpectedly, the king of Jinling said this, but his two grandchildren each had a blank eye, and the king with a different surname who was afraid of the world actually sneered: "Five taels ······"

As if bargaining like this, seeing that Zhu Jiannan and Mo Ming didn't worry about themselves anymore, the old prince of Jinling was still a little stupid. With a wave of her hand, the maid was also interested, carried the pot and poured wine, and poured a glass for the old prince.

Zhong Xihou felt bored, just like a fan urging the opening: "Brother Changkong, the swordsmanship of the Mo family has been able to stand alone in the world throughout the ages, and your swordsmanship is only slightly taught." Since the sword is in pursuit of an invincible position, why don't you learn the swordsmanship of the next generation of the Mo family and see if it is exquisite?"

Linghu Chang Hollow relaxed, and his hands were relaxed, but he still clenched his sword.

Mo Ming's sword, amorous? ruthless?

His swordsmanship is worthy of the Mo Yu Sword in his hand?

"Silent!"

The first strike of the master confrontation is the insight of the first strike and the second strike, Mo Ming gently spit out the two words "silent" and took the lead. The Mo Yu sword in his hand dripped out droplets like ink, and with a swing of the sword, the ink was like a flying needle shooting towards Linghu Changkong.

Linghu Changkong moved his body, and in the blink of an eye, his figure flickered and turned behind Mo Ming, his sword that shone with golden light was about to be cut down, but Mo Ming didn't move a single step.

It's the whisper again, "human language!"

Those flying needles converged together again, forming a piece of silk, and the silk wrapped in the sky of Linghu.

Ling Hu Changkong held Long Yao in his empty hand and slashed it, and the golden sword touched the ink and satin, but it felt like cutting into a quagmire.

Mo Ming seized the momentary opportunity and turned to swing his sword, his sword stabbing at Ling Fox Changkong's wrist, the wrist holding the sword. Sword Destroyer Ling Fox Changkong stretched out his left hand, blood dripping down little by little, and he grabbed the sword that had turned black with his left hand.

The sword qi cut through his palm, and blood flowed out of the wound, dripping on the ground, and also dripping on the silver famous sword.

Mo Yu's sword flashed a strange light, and the sword began to gradually turn blood red.

The Mo Yu sword in Mo Ming's hand is open!

Chifeng turned sharply, and this gentle and elegant son actually showed a ghostly and evil smile, and then stabbed the door.

How could Linghu Changkong not notice that Mo Ming's cultivation had changed qualitatively in an instant, and the realm of the ancestor had changed qualitatively in an instant, as if someone had pushed it again, and he could go straight to the end of Qinglan and so on.

Ling Fox Changkong was ecstatic, and the same merit was raised, no longer self-restraint, and cultivated to the realm of martial arts.

The Martial Artist Flood Desolation Realm, the Cultivator Profit Realm, the peak swordsman of the two realms forgot where he was at that moment, did not control the sword qi, and swam around the hall between the sword winds.

At that moment, whether it was Zhongxi Hou, the Mo family's sword-bearer, and the three elder Keqing made a move. I saw thirty-six golden rays of light flying out of Long Yao in Linghu Changkong's hands, Zhong Xihou and the Mo family's sword-bearers each exuded their qi to offset the twelve, and the three elder Keqing also snapped their fingers and raised their gongyuan to disperse the twelve golden rays together.

Everyone present was shocked by the movements of the five masters who suddenly interrupted the sword fight, and saw Zhong Xihou clapping his hands, first laughed a few times, stopped laughing, and said: "Brother Changkong, or Master Mo, it is not a loss to be the leader of the younger generation, all of a sudden, Lone actually felt that he wanted to let Xianjiang Lake." ”

Linghu Changkong understood the meaning, put the sword back into the sheath, and said angrily: "Oh, why haven't you heard that there are too many rumors about the three words Zhongxihou in the rivers and lakes?"

This is very embarrassing, Zhong Xihou wanted to speak, but this time, the Mo family's sword master, who didn't want to speak, opened his mouth: "Looking for a doctor Peach Blossom Fairy, ask Jian Zhongxi Hou, I'm afraid this is the only thing that knows everything and is not nonsense." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Zhu Yinuo was dumbfounded, and the fight was over? Who won then? What was the result? Who won?

Zhu Jiannan raised the weak tea and got up: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the place is too small, and I can't let Linghu Daxia and Brother Ming have fun, or I don't know the day, how about having fun on my Jinling City Wuhuaping?"

Mo Ming looked back at his father, but the Mo family's sword master ignored the eyes that shot over, and couldn't help but be slightly down, that kind of emotion was used to it, and it was not overflowing. Isn't it a joke that a swordsman's cultivation is actually a cultivator's loss?

Zhong Xihou clapped his hands: "It is worthy of Brother Changkong, this broken sword, ah no, the top ten swords on the famous sword spectrum, it is really extraordinary." What does the owner of the ink village think?"

The man from the West didn't wait for the Mo family's swordsman to speak, he stood up again, untied the sword at his waist, and put the sword on the table: "I heard that the owner of the Mo Village knows the world's famous swords, and the world's famous swords, which one is the most special?"

The expression of the Mo family's sword master did not change, and his voice was soft, and he said: "The ten famous swords in the mouth of Linghu Shaoxia have their own merits, such as the Seven Immortal Sword that is not known by its name, it is rumored that this sword is only a rumored swordsman, and the son is unequaled, and there are no descendants." Long Yao in the hands of Linghu Shaoxia, although he is an overlord, he is very easy to devour the master, and there is a precedent for being sucked dry by the sword in his hand. Mo Yujian specializes in killing villains, not sentient people, but what is a lover and who is ruthless, how can he tell the difference? As for the city lord's dancing sword, Mo is hard to say. ”

Zhong Xihou looked at Linghu Changkong, to be honest, this face is not handsome, but it does not look like a reckless man. This is also why the guests in the hall wonder if this Ling Hu Changkong is a Ace after all.

But where would Zhong Xihou know if this face was his lingering song, he remembered that lingering like a song was holding that beautiful woman, and those sour words.

Zhong Xihou unconsciously remembered the red-haired dancing girl, and he didn't know if Tianqin's girl deliberately harsh those two women?

I couldn't help but sigh slightly, just wait for the night banquet to disperse, go back and take a look, and see the so-called sister.

"Brother Changkong, this time I still can't make it clear, are you affectionate or ruthless. Master Mo Zhuang, why don't you talk about the lonely dancing sword?"

The Mo family's sword-bearer looked at the caliber-colored sword and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

This, what do you always say, looking for a doctor Peach Blossom Fairy, asking Jian Zhong Xihou, he can be regarded as giving enough face to this Western barbarian.

Since your own evaluation is already so high, why bother to talk nonsense yourself?

"Then please forgive the city lord, and the words will not be investigated. ”

The seniors were polite, and they were silent. ”

With a senior, Mo Ming couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth, Xidi recklessly.

King Jinling coughed: "My son just said it, if you don't say it, it's your fault." ”

"The son-in-law understands. After the Mo family's swordsman saluted King Jinling, he walked to Zhongxihou's side, slowly lifted the famous sword, looked at the sword body, and smiled, there was a little bit of youthful spirit.

"The sword of the city lord is inherited from Zhongnan Yanzhong. In the past, when you never sleeped, Zhong Daxia responded to Mo Yujian with a dancing sword, which was hearty, but it was unsuccessful. ”

Obviously, this Mo family swordsman had a proud relationship with Zhong Nanyan when he was young, and now that he thinks about it, he is still very satisfied, and he has some regrets. Suddenly, the middle-aged man's expression changed, his frown was deep, and it was clear that what he was going to say next should be bad news.

"Later, I heard that the core of the sword of the dancing sword was loosened. ”

Zhong Xihou frowned, the sword core was loosened? A good sword not only has the visible appearance of the blade and sword blade, but also has the keel and sword core inside.

The keel and the sword are like the backbone and the man, the sword core and the sword are like the heart and the man, and when the sword core is destroyed, the sword will be abolished.

Zhong Xihou burst out laughing, his laughter was thunderous, and those who were present to make the sword and sword held their breath.

"If it is loose, it will be loose, and the living things will grow old and die one day, let alone a sword, a dead thing. After all, the sword is a cold blade, what feelings?"

"The middle city lord doesn't love the dancing sword in his hand more than the city that never sleeps, how can he say such things now. ”

Zhu Yinuo sneered and said that his Shuanglong sword was placed on the table, this sword was gorgeous and beautiful, and the blade was also sharp, and there were no scars and only bleeding when it crossed the arm: "But now it seems that even if the sword core of the Dancing Goose Sword is loosened, it is still sharp." ”

"Yinuo, don't be rude. ”

Zhu Yanan tapped the table, and Zhu Yinuo glanced at Zhong Xihou and stopped his mouth. What's going on with the little brother today? I obviously just didn't like Zhong Xihou, it didn't mean that he didn't like the Dancing Goose Sword, could it be that he said that even if the Dancing Goose Sword destroyed the sword core, the edge was still the same, and he was wrong?

"It's been many years since my uncle last knew how to dance the sword, and today I see Brother Ming making a sword, and I think I have inherited the essence of my uncle, and the momentum is still the same. ”

To tell the truth, this Zhu Jiannan hasn't seen Mo Ming's sword for many years, he only knows that Mo Ming's swordsmanship changes to a new realm every time he passes, which can be described as fast as heaven's help. really saw it, especially when the two of them each took out a sword, Yu Jin actually asked five masters, including his uncle and Zhong Xihou, to block it, and he couldn't help but feel the stone in his heart.

"There are so many famous swords in the world, it's a big deal to find another one. ”

Zhongxihou is still free and easy, the sword is returned to its original place, drinking wine, and it is a leisure time in the world.

The Mo family's sword-bearer suddenly looked at Mo Yujian, which Mo Ming had returned, and was a little pensive,

The low sound of the sword still echoed in my ears, Mo Yu, Mo Yu, what do you want to tell yourself today?

Or do you hear your sister complaining again?

The ensuing banquet was devoid of other pleasures, mostly sycophants or mutual temptations.

After the banquet was dispersed, Zhongxihou did not rush back to his residence, but dragged Linghu Changkong to get drunk with the wine fairy first.

With rare pride, Zhong Xihou chartered someone's backyard, a wooden table, two benches, two pots of immortal drunkenness, and a stack of pepper and salt peanuts. Ying Ruge has no feeling for this kind of pride, there are wine immortals who are drunk is the industry of Zhongxihou, and no matter how heroic it is, it is also insensitive.

Xiao Er filled each of them with a bowl of immortal drunkenness, but none of the two brothers did it first or drank wine or threw peanuts.

Zhong Xihou looked at the sword in his hand, he raised his sword to the moonlight, and the moonlight shone on the blade.

This sword is gorgeous, extremely sharp, it is a treasure in the hands of those who know the sword, and it is still a treasure in the hands of those who do not know the sword.

This sword is going to break?

Linghu Changkong tore off the mask on his face little by little, and he wiped his hair up and tied it tightly with a ribbon.

To tell the truth, the action of pulling the mask is a bit terrifying, and I am really afraid of pulling it, and what is finally revealed is a bloodstained face.

Waiting for the fox to grow in the sky, or should it be said to be a song, wiped the water stains on his face with a handkerchief, Zhong Xihou looked back and couldn't help frowning.

"I said, junior brother, Linghu Changkong is not your true face, so you should show your true face in front of your brother, is it appropriate?"

This face is unfamiliar to him, but it is indeed not unfamiliar. Seeing this face, he also understood many sad things.

"It's no wonder that the sword that claims to be amorous has a little trembling, ridiculous and ridiculous, a sword that can be seen better than all living people. ”

"Yan Xiao said that when I go to the city that never sleeps, I should let you know who I am. ”

"I am so interested in who you are, but I don't care much, that is the matter of Yan Xiao and Mo's family. But, I said, how dare you look at them so openly and with a mask?"

Ying Ruge replied to the question: "He is indeed not good, and he is worthy of Mo Yujian." ”

Zhong Xihou didn't bother to pay attention to it anymore, his left elbow propped up on the wooden table, his right foot stepped on the bench, picked up a pot of immortal drunkenness, stared at the moon blankly, and said coldly: "Little junior brother, do you want to see which way you can't do it?" But you have to use your own blood to test, when the people of the real Mo family have been kicked by donkeys? By the way, you said that if the dancing sword breaks again one day, can you still find a good sword that is worthy of you?"

Maybe it was because his face was not so comfortable after wearing a human-skin mask, so he dipped a handkerchief in a fairy drunk and wiped it. This face is basically the same as Mo Ming's facial features, but his expression and temperament are a little more resolute, and he is also a little less scholarly.

"You don't have to come and fight me for this Long Yao's idea. ”

"A gentleman doesn't take away the beauty of people, although I, Zhongxihou, am not a gentleman, if it is someone else's city, someone else's treasure, maybe I will have some interest, but this swordsman's sword, I, Zhongxihou, will not take it. Unless, you give me this dragon yao with your own hands, then I will want it. Naturally, it would have to be my dancing sword really broken again. ”

"I have twelve famous swords, if you are really interested, one sword for a life, can this business be done?"

When Zhongxihou heard this, he stretched out his hand and did not speak.

Ying Ruge stared at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Give me your sword. ”

"Just now, Master Hou said that he wouldn't want my sword, so he changed his mind so quickly?"

"Long Yao has a spirit, the order of the devouring lord, for my brother to help you see, what kind of devouring master this sword is. ”

Ying Ruge didn't care about it, and threw the sword at Zhongxihou.

Zhong Xihou pointed at a point, and Long Yao did not continue the parabola, but landed firmly on the wooden table. Then I listened: "Unsheathed!"

Long Yao had a spirit and flew out of the sheath on his own, Zhong Xihou still had the same prodigal movements, his feet on the bench, one elbow propped up on the wooden table, and his fist supported his cheek.

As soon as the hand was spread, the sword was shaken.

"It's amazing, it's good at swordsmanship. ”

Zhongxi Hou laughed a few times: "Edgeworth is a fart, it's just such a two-handed kung fu, but I heard that whoever is, that Bai Wuchang really knows how to use the sword." ”

Ying Ruge frowned, Zhong Xihou looked awkward, and always felt that he was looking at the Mo family's son, but from another angle, there was nothing wrong.

"Come on, one day my brother will definitely teach you if he really learns to take the head with that flying sword. ”

Ying Ruge was still staring at Zhong Xihou, and Zhong Xihou always felt that what was revealed in his eyes was full of distrust.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has been scolding Yan Xiao for being biased before, is your kid a dog, why is he so greedy, he can't be fed. ”

Ying Ruge suddenly laughed, and the corners of Zhong Xihou's mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a few smiles. Whether it belongs to the dog's brain can be understood by a calculation, whether it can be fed, and it is really impossible to determine if it has not tried. What he said, even he himself didn't know why.

Holding the sword in his hand, the real power is poured in, Long Yao is a rusty sword, now, how to see where the previous rust is.

Zhong Xihou stood up suddenly, his body straight, raised his sword steadily, pointed to the east, and slowly closed his eyes.

The more the true power is poured into it, the more the golden sword shines, and it is bright and dazzling.

Zhong Xihou frowned, his hand was loosened, and the famous sword fell to the ground, piercing straight into the bluestone slab for nearly two inches.

"Little junior brother, you have twelve famous swords, so you should lose this Long Yao. Be careful that you haven't faded the rust on its blade, your hands are useless, and your internal strength has dried up. ”

"Don't worry, if you're still alive, I won't die. ”

"Stop, stop, talk a little bit moral. Actually, I've always been curious, a huge Jianghu organization, such as your Dusk Han Building, the source of wealth, how to maintain it, and what kind of greeting on the black and white road?"

It's a pity that Yingruge shook her head, which is very boring.

Suddenly, Ying Ruge said coldly: "Master Hou, in fact, I have thirteen famous swords, but there is one sword, which is too ruthless." ”