Like this dead man?

Chun Zhao didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and would only think that this group of people in ordinary clothes were all masters of martial arts cultivation to crush him. But the deacon's words seem to be not the same thing.

The white-haired old man took a flat pole from the wheelbarrow behind him, and then used his palm to break it into pieces.

There is a sword in his three feet hidden in this flat arm, this sword is not glamorous, but it looks like it is old, revealing a trace of antiquity.

The moment the white-haired old man held the sword in his hand, the swords of different styles taken out from various places of this small wheelbarrow behind him were also held in their hands. When the soldiers defending the city saw this scene, they were afraid that the situation was not right, and they all unsheathed their knives and formed a circle to trap this crowd in it.

Tears silently frowned slightly, wearing a visor, invisible to others. But the worry revealed in his vicissitudes of life can be seen by ordinary people.

doesn't say whether he can fight against these people, just that he can break up these defenders by himself. Although you can't kill all these people, it is not difficult to come and go freely.

"It is your duty to stand aside, and guard the gates and the people. ”

Ordinary soldiers don't know what this black-clothed boy is, but like the captain of the city, how can they not know how noble this adult's identity is.

Now that the lord has spoken, the captain of the city guard has also begun to order those soldiers to perform their duties and not to mess up.

The white-haired old man also stroked his beard and smiled when he saw the actions of the soldiers guarding the city, and said, "Little friend, you have really been in the world's rivers and lakes for a long time, don't you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky?"

Tears silently turned the sword horizontally, and at this moment, he hoped that the long sword he held in his right hand was like a song, and in his left sleeve, there was a short sword with black and gold lines hidden in the black and golden pattern Black Mountain Wind Crane.

If this pair of long and short swords is in hand, this group of people, I am afraid that there is no need to worry.

But ideas are just thoughts after all, and the black sword in his hand is still too ordinary.

"Under the command of the third prince, the Xuanwu general Ye Guangji is here, who dares to step forward and die!"

The Third Prince?

Xuanwu general?

Most of the soldiers defending the city were young, and they didn't know what these meant.

Tears silently believed that the white-haired old man understood what the Xuanwu warrior meant, and the white-haired old man was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "No wonder Xiaoyou, no, it's time to say the same thing." It's not surprising that you can recognize us and others. It's a pity, the third prince is a past era after all, and the four elephant generals should also sink into history. ”

"Just give it a try. ”

Tears silently raised his left hand, slowly removed the mask, and put it on his waist.

The words fell, the black clothes moved, the cold light followed the light and shadow, and the blood fell without anyone knowing.

"Whoever comes to the city, kill!"

With this sword alone, the white-haired old man had an arm cut off, and the broken arm was still the right arm holding the sword.

The white-haired old man watched his arms part, and the pain was far less than that surprise. How could you have expected that the power of this Xuanwu warrior is no less than the legend of the past.

The white-haired old man also made moves behind him, with different moves, and the goal was the same, only the black-clothed boy in front of him.

If you fight alone, you are not afraid of silent tears, but in the face of this group of masters who are not bad, you really have to be careful step by step.

In the past, the four elephant generals under the command of the third prince, the green dragon was good at strategizing, the white tiger was brave and invincible, and the red bird was good at fighting, and Xuanwu, people did not know the movement, they could be ghosts at night, and they could stab people during the day, and no one could see it.

But after all, it was the old years, people are no longer young, even if they are not ordinary mortal warriors, and there are few opponents in the world, but in the end, they will still lose to time.

The sword that cut off the white-haired old man was bland, but it cost a lot. was besieged and intercepted by a group of swordsmen, and he silently felt that if he continued to toss like this, he would be consumed to death sooner or later.

If you use Yi Shuihan's kung fu, I'm afraid you can only have a draw with these guys, but after the wheel war, it is still yourself who loses and hates after all.

Bole is no longer there, and Maxima paints the ground as a prison.

He stepped on the cage every day, and wanted the good horses in the world to see what a divine horse was.

"Montenegro is impermanent, and Yang people don't pay it back. ”

Tears silently distanced himself from the swordsmen, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a strange smile. Look at his eyes, bloodshot.

"The turtle and snake stepped on the underworld, and Feng Wei opened the killing and robbery. ”

Seeing the change in his eyes, the killing intent was pervasive, and even if the white-haired old man had a broken arm, it was not even one-tenth of the fear brought by seeing these eyes.

The black shadow disappeared again, but the white-haired old man could not perceive the silent direction of the tears. When he caught a glimpse, he was already three or four feet to his right. Then a scream was heard, and a strong man beside him held his left wrist tightly with his right hand. The palm of his hand was cut off completely.

Staring at those eyes again, the bloodshot level increased a little more.

"Heaven and earth are upright, and demons and ghosts are against the lord of yin. ”

When the words fell, he obviously looked at the tears and stood there silently, but the figure gradually faded again until it disappeared completely.

The white-haired old man began to panic, he shook his head from side to side, but he still caught a glimpse of tears behind him on his left side. It's still those eyes, more red and less white, and the pupils are dilated. Like that, like a hanged man.

There was another scream, and it was still the strong man who had lost his left palm, and his left forearm had been neatly cut off. That big man's body hurts, and his heart is even more bitter, why is it that once or twice, it is himself who suffers. If you knew this was the case, you shouldn't have stood by the elders.

It is also the terrifying breath of ghosts and gods like silent tears, how dare the people who were originally onlookers dare to watch the play like the last time when Yuqiao Geng read into the city, disperse early, and hide far away.

Most people leave, but there are always some people who are not afraid of big things and sneak around in some corners.

"Chivalrous singing, not caring for the common people. ”

Hearing the tears silently, he said again, not to mention the white-haired old man and the miserable strong man, and the other swordsmen were also terrified.

But if you don't face it, it's useless.

There was another miserable scream, the strong man was really bitter, his remaining left arm was gone, Qi Gen was gone.

Killing people is not too much, this kind of torture and humiliation is really not done by serious people.

Silent tears walked slowly from a position of ten feet in front of the swordsmen this time, and shook the sword in his hand, shaking off the blood on the sword.

"But do you want to continue?"

Tears silently did not continue to recite the poem, he asked, the white-haired old man actually reduced a little fear, as if he had discovered something. The pair of eyes that were silent with tears were completely blood-red, and their pupils were constricted, like a brown bead falling into a pool of blood.

The white-haired old man looked at a handsome young man on his right, just smiled slightly, and did not speak.

This handsome young man walked out from the crowd of swordsmen, holding the sword in his backhand, not in a hurry, but respectfully and politely taking the lead. 14

"The seniors are like-minded, and they know that the world is not worth it, but what the seniors do is too aggressive and offended!"

The handsome young man held the sword in his hand again and assumed an offensive position.

The tears were silent and his body did not move, not because he didn't want to, but because he was really not good at long-term combat. The body function exploded in an instant, killing one person in ten steps, and the matter was gone. But after that, there will always be a moment when the body is weak and weak, and it will be left to the flesh of others.

The handsome young man didn't give a chance, a sword was handed out, the wind and clouds moved, and the sword was overwhelmed, like a giant beast in the wilderness.

"Mitsuki, catch the sword!"

The sound came, and two cold rays of light shot from a distance, flying straight to the tears silently.

This voice, silent tears, is too familiar and too fond. As soon as his right hand was released, the black sword in his hand fell to the ground. Then his hands were raised upward, and the white light came, and his hands were clenched.

Looking at it again, Silent Tears already held two swords, one long and one short, in his hand. The short sword in the left hand is pitch black and decorated with golden lines, and the long sword in the right hand is as bright as snow and extremely holy.

The handsome young man didn't know what the reputation of the double sword was, so he took care of himself, just to kill the boy in black with a sword, and he ended early.

The long swords are opposite, the sound of metal handover, although the height is different, the two swords are difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. The handsome young man wanted to change his moves, but he felt that his neck was cold, and it gradually warmed up.

I felt weak, my eyes were dizzy, I tilted to one side, and finally closed my eyes.

And the tears are silent, and they maintain the posture of the long sword against each other and the short sword killing each other. His eyes had regained their brightness, and they were no longer ghostly and red, and they looked extremely terrifying.

The tearful silent tone was a little disdainful, but the voice was like his, even if it was gentle, it was unpleasant.

"Xuanwu general Ye Guangji again, who dares to step forward and die!"

The white-haired old man knew that he was not an opponent, so he had to accept the corpse of the handsome young man and the middle-aged man with the beard at the beginning, and left hastily.

When you come, you are ordinary, and when you leave, you are embarrassed.

Looking back at the fierce look, without verbal provocation.

If you anger the immortals, you will not be able to escape after all, and you will be allowed to suffer for a few more days. It's a pity that two people died, and a good seedling was wasted, and the gains outweighed the losses.

When all the swordsmen left Jinling City, it was difficult to hold on to the silent tears, and they fell to the ground head-on. Others wanted to hold on, but they didn't have the ability to shrink the ground in that step, so they could only watch him fall after all.

Chunzhao also eased up a little and became more comfortable. After all, half of his body is gone, and he walks with one leg in tow. When he walked to Tear Silence's side, a girl in white was already squatting on Tear Silence's side.

Chunzhao was about to salute, but was stopped by a gesture from the girl in white.

"From today onwards, you don't need to participate in the things in the door anymore, you can practice in the door, and I will give you guidance from time to time. ”

Chunzhao was stunned, and the heaven and earth laughed at the deacon, is he talking to himself? Then, he was ecstatic in his heart.

If others knew Chunzhao's identity, they would also wonder. What kind of disciple of Zhuge Sword Saint, learning swords, has to run to the territory of King Jinling, isn't this a slap in the face of Zhuge Sword Saint?

But others are others after all, and it is precisely because Chunzhao is a disciple of Zhuge Ding, so he will not learn swords from Zhuge Ding's place, nor will he learn swords from other characters in Dusk Han Building, such as the two gangsters of the rivers and lakes, black and white.

When I woke up silently, I was lying on the bed, with a high bed and soft pillows, quite comfortable.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was naturally Tiandi Xiao, his partner for many years and who had been in sympathy with the same disease. Heaven and earth laughed and woke up silently when they saw tears, they were happy and angry.

I listened to the world laugh and complained: "It's all old bones, and you're still restless, how anxious are you to die?"

Although it is blame, but the tears are silent but the face is full of smiles, if your voice can be better at the moment, then the explanation and comfort words can be more comfortable.

The tears opened silently, and the voice was still hoarse and harsh, but fortunately, the other party was a smile from heaven and earth, and she had been together for many years, and she had long been accustomed to the special voice of the people around her.

"Those people shouldn't have come. The third prince was merciful and did not completely erase Montenegro from the territory of the Daye Empire. I thought those people would be peaceful, but when they should come, they still came. ”

Tiandi smiled and sighed, and said, "But after all, you are from Montenegro, and I am also what you picked up from Montenegro." ”

"Even so, Montenegro is Montenegro after all, and it is impossible for Montenegro people to change their temperament. ”

Tiandixiao suddenly laughed, looked at it silently with tears, and then listened to Tiandixiao's words, and was also embarrassed.

"Who said that it is impossible for people in Montenegro to change their temperament, don't you just follow the third prince, follow your three brothers and sisters who are allied by blood, and change your temperament?"

Yes, the third prince, and the eldest brother Ling Weiyang, the second brother refused in vain, the third sister was angry, and the fifth brother Han Hub, who lost his life as soon as he was reckless and lost his life on the battlefield. What was their former identity, except for the third prince, the five brothers and sisters would never check on each other.

At that time, although I really hung my head on the waistband of my trousers, but even so, how can I not miss it?

"Xiaoxiao, do you miss the old days?"

Silent tears suddenly asked, Tiandi Xiao didn't know how to answer. After being silent for a long time, Tiandi shook his head and said, "Although the days with them are chic, it is not long after all. Of the seven of us at that time, five died and one was crippled, and if it weren't for you, I would have died in Montenegro long ago. Why do you suddenly ask like that?"

Tears sighed silently and said, "Somehow, I was a little uneasy, and I always felt that the chaos of the third prince's era was coming again. ”

Tiandi laughed out loud and said, "These are just your random guesses, and the chaos of that era had the antecedent conditions of chaos. You've just met a bunch of fellow believers today, and you really think you're ······."

Heaven and earth jokes suddenly stopped halfway, she looked at the tears silently carefully, knowing that she had said the wrong thing, and her face was also a little red. Tears are silent, and he smiles, as if he doesn't care.

"Yes, where are there so many immortal slaves like us. It should be that I think too much, and besides, I can't even beat that group of people, let alone make the times chaotic. ”

Heaven and earth laughed and forced a smile, echoing "it is".

Saying that, the tears are silent and still preoccupied, but they can't let the emotions float on their faces.

Xiannu, Xiannu!

Just as the Sword Sect in the world is divided into heavenly immortals and martial artists on the earth, although the martial artists on the earth don't want to say this, but after all, they are just the servants of the Sword Sect in the world.

Tears silently recalled the first half of his life, the life before he met the third prince.

He knew too well what their kind of people were capable of, because their kind of people had received the slightest bit of guidance from the immortals, and it would not be too difficult to kill a worldly martial artist of the same realm.

What's more, there were immortal slaves in the first realm of the desolation who tortured and killed the masters of the second and third realms of Hongmeng.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm thinking about one thing, but when I think about it, it doesn't seem appropriate. ”

Tiandixiao silently changed the topic when he heard the tears, and immediately asked what made him embarrassed.

"If we leave Yi Shuihan, before that, I will hand over some of the cultivation methods of the immortal slave to Yi Shuihan, or I may be able to help Yi Shuihan have a few more masters of the same Hongmeng······

"Never!"