At this time, there was silence on the Huaihe Bridge, and only the sound of a few people in the crowd secretly swallowing saliva remained.

No one would have thought that this man with a sword on his back, who would only get drunk and sleep at the gate of the town on weekdays, would be so fierce.

Some people looked at the majestic martial artist Qu Yi of the Four Realms, and now he was pressed to the ground by Liang Zhongnian like a dead dog, and they were even more terrified when they remembered that they had said bad things about him in private on weekdays.

And Xiao Changfeng was extremely happy, although he was also shocked into a little cold sweat, but when he looked at the young man by the stone railing, his eyes were a little different, good guy......!

In fact, Yao Zhenyi was also a little confused, although he knew that Brother Liang was not ordinary, but this was too strong, right......

After Liang Zhongnian finished speaking to Yao Zhenyi, he turned his head to look at Lu Jun, the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who had an ugly face as if he had eaten, at this time, Lu Jun had already lost his demeanor, and his face was extremely gloomy, what he didn't expect was that there were such characters in a small Baiju Town in this Han Dynasty!!

"Bang ......"

Just when Lu Jun was thinking about how to end the game, Liang Zhongnian grabbed Qu Yi's head with one hand, lifted him up like a chicken, and then kicked Qu Yi's body directly and kicked him out, and Qu Yi, who had passed out, fell to the ground like a dead dog, and his life and death were unknown.

"What do you say. Liang Zhongnian stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his body, and asked with a smile at Lu Jun, whose face was as gloomy as water.

Even if Lu Jun was unwilling, he was also a self-proclaimed immortal figure, and he clasped his fists and smiled: "Senior, why don't you forget it like this?"

"Shhhhh

As soon as the words of this young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect fell, they caused a chorus of boos in the crowd, and they thought how powerful they were! It turned out that he was also a bully who was afraid of the hard! But everyone only secretly ridiculed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to really laugh out loud.

Lu Jun, who bowed his head slightly, heard the boos of the surrounding crowd, his eyelids jumped sharply, and his face became even more gloomy, but he also knew how to practice, so he asked Liang Zhongnian in front of him again: "What do you think, senior?"

Liang Zhongnian smiled with interest at the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in front of him, he was a man who could stretch and bend, but unfortunately his mind was not right.

Liang Zhongnian replied lightly: "Not well." ”

Lu Jun was a little angry at this moment, and said in a deep voice: "Seniors really want to be enemies of my Ten Thousand Swords Sect?!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Jun's face changed drastically and his body suddenly flew back, a fist intent burst in, Lu Jun hurriedly waved his sleeve robe forward with both hands, and a sword array of three thousand small flying sword phantoms appeared behind him, and three thousand flying swords unfolded from behind Lu Jun like a peacock opening the screen, and then a series of small flying swords shot towards the extremely fierce fist intent.

The people who had already retreated a few feet were all watching this scene with wide eyes, and the dazzling three thousand flying swords were like a long river of irrigation rushing towards the simple fist intent, and as soon as the two faced each other, a wave of qi rolled out, and the light of the rice grains between the sword blade and the fist intent was dazzling, and the eyes hurt!

When Lu Jun saw that the countless flying sword phantoms were about to exhaust that fist intent, his pupils shrank!

Liang Zhongnian still maintained the posture of reaching out and punching, sharpening the phantom of those small flying swords, in the eyes of outsiders, it was hard to persevere, but in fact there was no pressure.

"Poof!!"

I saw him sneer, and then took a step forward and handed it out with a light punch, the seemingly gorgeous three thousand small flying sword phantoms were destroyed by this punch and the impact of the decay was dissipated, the flying sword array was broken, and Lu Jun, who bore the brunt of the backlash, directly spurted out a mouthful of blood and suddenly took a few steps back, and the impact of the fist intent caused a body of ink shirt to quietly break, and the original comfortable expression and the current appearance of this cloak can be described as embarrassing.

Lu Jun's face was distorted, and he stared at Liang Zhongnian with a smile on his face.

I saw him pinching the trick with both hands, muttering some strange and obscure trick in his mouth, and a huge magic phantom appeared behind Lu Jun.

At a glance, this god is about ten zhang high, his face is blurred, he is wearing some kind of ancient golden heavy armor, his body is shining with golden light, majestic and solemn, like a god descending into the world!

Xiao Changfeng in the distance had a solemn face, and asked himself, if he faced the golden armor god who was like a god, he might not be able to get much benefit.

The stone fence on the side of the bridge was still holding the injured arm, and Yao Zhenyi was also a little worried, after all, the golden armor god was shocking as soon as it appeared.

Seeing that the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was similar to the method of "inviting the gods" of the military family monk to invite a golden armor god, Liang Zhongnian still had an indifferent look and even wanted to laugh a little.

The true god is just a small temple with a ruined golden body.

Lu Jun naturally didn't know that Liang Zhongnian had already seen through the foundation of this golden armor god, and at this moment, he just wanted to kill that person here! Not to mention that he still had a life-saving natal flying sword that he hadn't used!

Lu Jun, who had made up his mind, slapped his hands forward with a cruel smile, and to everyone's horror, at the same time, the tall gold-armored god also stretched out his hands and slapped Liang Zhongnian who was standing on the bridge.

Seeing this scene, Liang Zhongnian did not pull out the long sword he was carrying behind his back, but held his fingers together and raised it above his head and swung it forward directly, and a flash of sword light pierced through the sky and quickly fell towards the golden armor god!

The tall golden-armored god driven by Lu Jun quickly withdrew the huge two-handed phantom, and it was actually directly against the sword light!

Lu Jun was about to laugh proudly, but only to find that the sword light that was originally resisted by the golden armor god behind him slashed down, splitting the divine spirit behind him into two! It was actually a sword that made it disappear completely! And that person hadn't really drawn the sword yet!

The sword light fell on Lu Jun's forehead and eyebrows, this young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked at the sword light in front of him in horror, as long as the sword light stabbed forward again, I am afraid that he will die here!!

The black shirt was soaked in cold sweat, and the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was extremely shocked in his heart, and his intestines were all remorseful, and he knew that he shouldn't have messed with that lowly young man......

Liang Zhongnian looked at the embarrassed Lu Jun and smiled playfully: "What other tricks do you have?" ”

Lu Jun's face changed, and then he begged for mercy, "Sword Immortal senior, I know ...... mistake"

He said this, but in his heart he said silently, "Go!" Then an extremely small natal flying sword flew out from Lu Jun's right hand that was secretly stretched out by the sleeve robe, and the speed of this natal flying sword turned into a streamer to penetrate the long river of time, and the natal flying sword stabbed at the target was not Liang Zhongnian, but Yao Zhenyi, who was already injured, standing by the stone railing on the bridge!!

As early as when the natal flying sword came out, Liang Zhongnian had already noticed that the most sensitive sword qi in heaven and earth was sword cultivation, but he didn't stop the natal flying sword, but directly let that sword light shoot into Lu Jun's body, completely shattering his sword heart!

Lu Jun, whose sword heart was broken, suddenly knelt on the bridge, but he laughed with a distorted face, and then the laughter stopped abruptly, how could it be?!!!

It turned out that just when the natal flying sword that had traveled through the long river of time was about to fly out of Yao Zhenyi, who was about to penetrate the edge of the stone fence, it was suddenly wrapped up in a sleeve robe, and then Lu Jun realized that the induction between himself and the natal flying sword had been erased!!

"Poof-"

The destruction of the sword heart and the erasure of the natal flying sword directly made Lu Jun suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale in shock, and his heart was sluggish......

Liang Zhongnian didn't pay attention to Lu Jun who was kneeling on the ground, but turned around and looked at Xiao Changfeng who was standing behind him, so frightened that the latter hurriedly and respectfully clenched his fists, for fear that this sword immortal would be unhappy and behead him together......

Then he looked at the stunned young man on the side of the stone fence, and scolded with a smile: "Still watching?!

Yao Zhenyi, who came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and nodded with a smile at Liang Zhongnian: "Hmm!"

It's just that the young man just laughed and accidentally involved the injury, which made him gasp in pain with a "hiss", Yao Zhenyi, who was trembling and sweating coldly, just wanted to use his left hand to take the bamboo basket but was preemptively carried by Liang Zhongnian with one hand.

"Brother Liang wait for me!" Yao Zhenyi just wanted to say out loud that he was coming, but he found that Liang Zhongnian had already walked under the bridge, and then hurriedly shouted and chased after him......

At this time, the surrounding crowd reacted, and resumed the previous discussions, just looking at the big and small ones who had gone away, but they didn't dare to say anything behind their backs......

And Xiao Changfeng looked at Qu Yi, the martial artist of the Four Realms who was like a dead dog on the ground, and then looked at Lu Jun, the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who was lost and kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help but laugh a little, shook his head and turned to leave, this time he went down the mountain and still had things to do with the sect's explanation, but before he left, he took out a flying sword box from his sleeve and shot it out.

This kind of flying sword box is generally used for communication by people on the mountain.

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"It's kind of interesting...... "What no one noticed was that a woman in purple in the distance looked at the mountains and rivers with her palm, took in everything that happened by the bridge, laughed softly, and then gradually disappeared.

On the other side, on the street,

Lu Tu, a young Taoist priest wearing a purple golden lotus crown, sat on the stall, yawned as he watched the crowded bazaar, and then stretched out his hand, and a small flying sword floating and slowly rotating appeared in his palm, which was actually Lu Jun's natal flying sword!

It's just that he looked at it for a while and became a little sleepy, it's a good thing, but it's useless for the poor road......

Suddenly, Lu Tu flipped down his outstretched palm, and the natal flying sword disappeared.

Then, a middle-aged Confucian priest with gray temples sat down in front of the Lu Tu stall with a smile, looking at the young Taoist priest with a playful look.

Lu Tuhui smiled, and was a little upset by the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and finally simply closed his eyes and went back, waving his hand and saying: "The life of a scholar is not a ...... of poverty."

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