The Wind Spirit King was really a sword idiot, and when he met an opponent who was quite small but equal, he suddenly forgot what Zhong Xihou wanted to do.

I saw him swing the long sword like a bamboo pole in his hand, and threw out a few beautiful sword flowers, along with the whirring wind.

The boy in black shook his hand, turned the sword in his hand to the right, his thumb tightly clamped the hilt of the sword, and the other four fingers also moved a few times. I heard an angry roar and rushed towards the Wind Spirit King, and the Wind Spirit King also greeted him with a foolish smile.

Unexpectedly, the boy in black actually jumped up and stepped on the Wind Spirit King's long sword, and with another use of strength, he flew far behind the Wind Spirit King, and as soon as he slipped through the smoke, he was almost gone.

The Wind Spirit King looked left at the direction of Zhu Yinuo's escape, and on the right at the direction where the black-clothed boy left, his head turned a few times like a rattle, and finally chased in the direction where the black-clothed boy fled.

He held the sword in his hand, and his mouth kept babbling, and it was very funny.

The boy in black teased the Wind Spirit King, stopped and stopped, and was stunned to lead this idiot to a leaky alley.

The Wind Spirit King saw the black-clothed boy standing at the end of the alley and didn't move, and then looked at the high-rise wall behind the black-clothed boy, and grinned again.

The boy in black slowly took off the face armor of the crying face, and the voice was still harsh and ugly, but strangely, this voice was extremely cold and arrogant. Listen to him said slowly: "My generation's remnants have been breathing for a while, and they have not repaid the kindness of the third son's acquaintance, and if you want to hurt Your Highness, if you don't cooperate, your generation will retreat!"

When the words fell, the black-clothed boy clenched the Xueliang sword in both hands, and his eyes suddenly opened angrily, murderous, spreading and filling the entire alley.

The Wind Spirit King seemed to feel unusually cold, shivered, and felt the powerful aura of the black-clothed boy suddenly bursting out, and grinned even brighter. But no matter what, he still can't change that stupid appearance.

"You are also a poor person who lacks three souls and six souls, my generation does not take your life, only your martial arts, which can be regarded as expressing your heartfelt feelings to Zhongxi Hou in the past. ”

How could the Wind Spirit King understand such a crepe thing, and without saying much, he stabbed out with a sword.

I saw the sword of the Wind Spirit King stabbing out, and all the air around him was contained in the tip of the sword, and I heard the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the wind. The boy in black looked at it carefully, understood the way in the sword, and was afraid that Feiyan, who had captured the head of the enemy in the ten thousand armies in the dancing swordsmanship, would return home late.

The boy in black held the Xueliang sword on the side of his right chest with both hands, closed his eyes, and listened to him whisper: "Ruge, I haven't joined forces with you for many years, but I am lonely?"

Listening to his whispering, the sword in his hand actually emitted a bright white light, and with the next movement, the black-clothed boy suddenly drew a sword, the arc was so large, and the back of his right arm was all exposed to the Wind Spirit King.

The idiot saw the flaws left behind by this sword, and he liked it even more.

It's a pity, it's a pity, since the boy in black claims to have lived for a lifetime, how could he make such a mistake. Goodbye, he swung his sword again, forcibly stopping the inertial trend, and swung another sword in reverse.

This sword was swung out, and the idiot saw the famous hall, only to see two sword qi of nearly four zhang, flying towards him crosswise.

The Wind Spirit King was willing to back down, his fighting spirit was even higher, and he adjusted the direction of the tip of the sword slightly, and stabbed straight at the point where the two sword qi converged.

The extreme moves were opposite, emitting ripples and bursts of sword qi, and in an instant, the dilapidated high walls on both sides of the alley were cut by the sword qi, as if the high walls were about to fall with a light touch.

The Wind Spirit King hurriedly retreated, avoiding the remnants of the sword qi. But I saw the boy in black taking advantage of the momentum, holding a sword in one hand and handing out a silent sword.

The Wind Spirit King had no way to retreat, so he was stunned and used his hand to pull the sword.

The palm of Pu Ye's hand was about to touch the Xueliang sword, but when he heard a phoenix chirping, the boy in black suddenly retracted, and his arms were spread out like a swallow returning to the nest and gliding backwards for a few feet. Then, he held his sword in front of him, fending off the aftermath of the explosion.

The smoke dissipated, and when I looked at the ground, where I was originally located, there was an extra purple flying arrow, and the cracks on the floor tiles were still a three-edged wind-breaking arrow.

Listening to the voice, there is another cynical lord.

"Silly tall man, without your brother Hua, your hands should be ground into meat puree, next time you use your hands to catch the knife and sword, Brother Hua will tie you up and let the sand fox lick your big and smelly feet. ”

When the Wind Spirit King heard the voice, his stupid face was still frowning and pursing his lips, looking unhappy.

After not many words, there was another long roar of an eagle, and then an arrow flew in.

The boy in black saw it clearly, it was really a goshawk flying in front of him, he moved like a spirit monkey, dodged to one side, and did not forget to turn around and hand out a sword when he jumped up.

I saw two breaths, one white and one dark green, and after they collided, there were ripples.

Looking back, a hole was punched out of the four-zhang high wall, which was the size of a human head, round and round. Around the circle, there are no broken bricks, which shows the fire of the people.

"Like a song, can you be excited?" the boy in black whispered again, and the Xueliang sword emitted a white light again, as if in response.

The person who came saw it clearly, and there was such a taste in his tone, and he said: "Oh, it turns out that the Ruge Sword is in the hands of you, a dwarf." ”

As soon as he heard the word "dwarf", the boy in black was angry and no longer gave in. He turned his defense into an attack, and handed out a sword, which skipped the Wind Spirit King and stabbed at the purple-clothed archer who was killed halfway.

The purple-clothed archer is naturally Hua Shaohong, he grabbed a rooster and went back to the house to tease Qu Tianqin, when he heard that the Wind Spirit King had no head and no brains to chase him, he was worried and also threw down the rooster and chased after him with a bow and arrow.

Hua Shaohong grinned, this smile was not the same as the stupidity of the Wind Spirit King, but there was an evil spirit.

I saw that he flipped the bow of the carved phoenix in his left hand, the bowstring was buckled on the wrist guard of his left hand, and his right hand was not idle, and he pulled out a sharp arrow with an ice blue body and a six-edged barb from the arrow basket behind his back and used the arrow as a sword to face the boy in black.

It's strange, looking at Hua Shaohong's skills, obviously second-rate, stunned how the boy in black is pressing step by step, Hua Shaohong can find the right time to slip away every time.

The two of them struggled for a while, and the Wind Spirit King was not happy, waving his long sword and babbling again.

How could Hua Shaohong let the boy in black have some spare time, and he also stabbed him with an arrow.

The black-clothed boy's face did not change, the snow-bright sword named Ruge in his right hand was aimed at the flying arrow of Hua Shaohong's ice blue, and with a slight wave of his left hand, he saw a black wind emitting from his sleeve robe, only to hear a "click", and the long sword like a wooden stick in the hand of the Wind Spirit King was broken into two.

While Hua Shaohong was wondering and losing his mind, the boy in black kicked out and hit Hua Shaohong in the chest fiercely, kicking his thin body two or three feet.

Hua Shaohong kept rubbing her chest, cursing in her heart, how could this dead dwarf get such strength.

Looking at the black-clothed boy's left hand, he understood it, only to see him standing in the middle of himself and the Wind Spirit King, holding a sword as bright as snow in his right hand and a short sword with gold patterns on a black background in his left hand.

This short sword was too evil, and it kept emitting puffs of black smoke from the sword.

Hua Shaohong kept thinking about it, and finally understood which sword it was according to its characteristics.

I saw Hua Shaohong's right hand suck suddenly, and the purple arrow on the ground and the dark green arrow piercing out of the back wall flew towards Hua Shaohong. The position was close, and the strength in his hand was scattered, and he reached out and grabbed the two flying arrows in his hand.

He asked, "Is this a Black Mountain Wind Crane?"

The boy in black didn't answer, but he frowned and stared at Hua Shaohong, puzzled, why did Hua Shaohong know the kung fu of the White Cloud Fairy?

Hua Shaohong's little talk saw that no one answered, and he was not bored, put the three arrows back into the arrow basket behind his back, and pulled out a snow-white flying arrow from the arrow basket, and swung the bow in his left hand, pulled the string with the arrow, and aimed at the boy in black.

"Yinshan's thing, you little dwarf is actually a killer, it's really dirty. ”

"Yinshan's things are dirty or not, which turn to get your milky and undried doll to interject. ”

After that, I saw the black-clothed boy's two long and black and white swords crossed in front of him, the short sword in his left hand was constantly emitting black gas, and the long sword in his right hand also seemed to be induced, emitting bursts of white light.

The black smoke and white light intersect and entangle with each other, appearing holy but evil.

Goodbye, the boy in black held his sword to the right, and then suddenly swung out a sword, roaring loudly, his voice was still piercing, and he was indeed hoarse, and roared: "My name-Ye Guangji!"

I saw a cloud of black gas flashing with a faint white light flying towards Hua Shaohong, which frightened Hua Shaohong, and scolded: "Damn, another immortal cultivator!"

After that, he shot the white arrow, and his body flashed to the side, the white light and black qi were close, and he vaguely saw two fierce beasts from the black and white light, but their appearance was blurred.

Thinking that he had dodged this move, unexpectedly, Yu Wei was unstoppable, and Hua Shaohong was forced to sink into the wall, and her whole body ached, as if all two hundred and six bones in her body had been shattered.

At the same time, he heard the sound of metal falling to the ground, and when he looked at the ground, his white arrow had been broken into two, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart.

When the Wind Spirit King saw that his brother Hua was being bullied, where was he willing, he held a broken wooden stick sword and greeted him.

This time, his whole body exuded sword qi, as if the gods and Buddhas were unstoppable, and like a moving copper wall. Bookbag netting

The black-clothed boy swung out the sword, obviously his body was still a little stiff, he dodged slightly, and was still stabbed in the left shoulder by the broken sword.

The black-clothed boy also kicked out, and the Wind Spirit King was kicked back more than a dozen steps, and he himself used his strength to fly backwards four or five feet.

I saw him wave his left hand again, and withdrew the short sword that exuded a thick black gas, the Black Mountain Wind Crane.

I only heard "whoosh", "whoosh" and "whoosh", a total of thirteen sounds, and thirteen masked swordsmen in Tsing Yi holding long swords appeared behind the boy in black.

Hua Shaohong barely broke free from the wall, retreated to the Wind Spirit King, and then pulled out a flying arrow with a red body and a triangular blade from the arrow basket, and shot it at everyone. I saw the black and red wind shooting towards everyone with the flying arrow, and the flying arrow turned into a red-feathered ghost phoenix, and flew towards a group of swordsmen in green clothes with a hiss.

The swordsmen in Tsing Yi all drew their swords, their movements were orderly as if they were one person, and the sword array was "strong wind and clouds flying".

Blocking the flying arrows, and then looking at the alley, Hua Shaohong and the figure of the Wind Spirit King were gone.

The Tsing Yi swordsman led by him stepped forward to support the black-clothed boy, causing a slightly thin Tsing Yi swordsman to take a few arrow steps and pick up the crying face mask from under the high wall with a round hole.

The man returned to the black-clad boy, got down on one knee, and presented the mask with both hands.

The boy in black put the long sword in his hand, which was as bright as snow Ruge, back into the pitch-black scabbard behind his back, grabbed the visor with his right hand, and slowly put it on.

I only heard the Tsing Yi swordsman at the head ask: "Do you want to chase the two?"

"No need, go back to Yi Shui Han first. ”

When the words fell, a group of fourteen people, all of whom were gone, did not know where to go.

After a moment of silence, a beggar, covered in tattered clothes and dirty, crawled out of the corner, picked up the whole crimson arrow on the ground, and was about to go over to pick up the crimson arrow that had been broken in two, but found someone standing behind the arrow.

When I looked up, it was one of the Tsing Yi swordsmen who had left earlier, so frightened that his steps were unsteady, and he fell backwards to the ground.

The turned back swordsman in Tsing Yi stabbed out with a sword, and his miserable life ended from there.

When he was alive, he descended to a person, and after death, no one collected his corpse, turning into a nameless ghost on a mass grave.

Besides, in the Jinling Palace, the old dragon king's blood surged, and he slammed the table hard.

It is also considered that this old prince is sensible, and he did not make things difficult for Yan Hude, but he just showed a fierce light in his eyes, and asked him to go back and inform Zhongxi Hou that if he did not leave Lincheng within three days, he would be killed!

Yan Bocai went back to the palace to listen to the guards say that the little prince sneaked out of the door, and as a result, he was assassinated, and he also sped up his pace to meet the old prince. When I entered the old prince's teahouse, I saw a group of swordsmen in green clothes smiling with the white-clothed swordsman, and the black-clothed tears were silent.

Looking at the tears silently, the left shoulder of the black cloth was a little red, I am afraid that a lot of blood has been shed, and the breath of the whole person is also a little disordered and has not yet recovered, I understand how thrilling the battle is.

He bent slightly in the center of the teahouse and bowed.

The old prince blew his beard and glared, and everyone naturally understood that he was not angry with the people in the teahouse. I heard his strong voice, and said angrily: "This barbarian from the West can go, this one who injured Yinuo and this kid who shoots arrows ······."

I saw the old prince crushing a glass cup with his right hand, and the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Yan Bo looked at the flying arrow on the table that was broken in two again, but he knelt on the ground with a "plop", which made the old prince and the other swordsmen wonder strangely.

I listened to Yan Bo explain: "Lord Wang, this bower, I'm afraid it's a member of the Hua family." ”

Although the old prince is angry, he is not an ignorant person, if he is an ignorant person, it is impossible for the king of the Daye Dynasty to dominate the side for decades, and he is still called the sleeping dragon when he is old.

The people of the Hua family, ridiculous, ridiculous, eight hundred years have passed, and the Daye Dynasty still has to care about whether this person is from the Hua family.

Yan Bo clapped his hands and motioned for the Tsing Yi swordsman to come over, and the Tsing Yi swordsman walked lightly and walked to Yan Bo's side in three or two steps. I listened to Yan Bodao: "Yeyuan, you go to the painter to paint the portrait of the bower, and then send it to the Hua family in person." The master of the Yuhua family, his subordinates wantonly committed murder and almost killed my little prince in Lincheng. ”

The swordsman in Tsing Yi hugged his fists and saluted, but he was about to go out, but he heard the old prince add: "Just tell the old thing of the Hua family that his son of the family almost killed my son of the Zhu family!"

Everyone was shocked, but in three or two gaps, except for Yan Bo, all the swordsmen knelt on one knee and said in unison: "The last general is willing to go to the soup for His Royal Highness the Prince, and live and die without taboo!"

The swordsman in Tsing Yi then got up and saluted the old prince again, and the old prince's breath gradually calmed down, Yan Bo looked at him, and all the swordsmen understood that the three of them left the tea hall in one row.

The black and white boy was about to cross the threshold, but Yan Bo stopped the boy in black.

"Mitsuki, you stay. ”

The boy in white turned his head sideways to look at the boy in black, only to see the boy in black nodding, and then took off the white sword in the black sheath behind him and handed it to the boy in white. When Yangtian laughed out of the tea hall, the boy in black also closed the door with interest.

Everyone is gone, and only the old prince and Yan Bo are left in the teahouse.

Seeing that the tea soup in the pot was almost out of color, Yan Bo poured out the tea residue and washed the teapot. Then use a teaspoon to pull out the tea leaves from the porcelain jar, pour hot water, pour the head tea soup into it, and pour in the hot water in an orderly manner, shake it a few times, take a new glass cup for the old prince to pour a full cup, and hand it over.

The old prince took a sip slightly, and the ups and downs in his chest gradually weakened.

Yan Bo poured a full cup for his tears silently, and took a sip of the same thing, and then asked: "Guangji, the body and bones can still be eaten." ”

Xiao Yanzi laughed, this body is not angry, it has not grown for decades, and it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, just like the afterlife of seventeen or eighteen. ”

As soon as he heard this joke and laughed at himself, the old prince also eased his mood, and made a joke that was not big or small, and said: "I saw you fifty years ago, you looked petite and cute, and I thought that the doll that was lost with my father and mother was raised by my old salt head, and after two or three years there was no change, and you kid only told me about it." In the blink of an eye, I and the old salt head are both people who have stepped into the coffin with one foot, and you are still a child, I don't know whether to teach people to feel or jealous. ”

Yan Bo was also happy when he heard it, and he also sighed about the past, and said: "Lord Wang, speaking of which, at that time, with you holding the big sword of King Guan in your hand, no one dared to respond in front of the two armies, and he was old. ”

The old prince glanced at Yan Bo, snorted, drank all the tea and soup in the cup, soothed his breath, spit out a breath of turbidity, and said: "You kid is embarrassed, in the past, you followed my third brother into battle, and you were not so frightened by the iron cavalry of Northern Qi that you peed your pants. ”

"Where's it? there is no matter, the prince, you just listen to the Third Highness without covering, and the Third Highness is ······."

Yan Bo said this, and stopped silent.

When the old prince saw it, he also smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and said, "They are all seventy or eighty people, how can they have so many scruples." Alas, my third brother, I am ashamed of him. Even if God doesn't want to see me again, the Zhu family killed each other for a hereditary throne brother, so that my three sons died in the battlefield of the two realms, but the evil disaster was counted on my innocent grandson. ”

Yan Botong was silent and stopped talking, and the old prince waved his hand again, this time he stopped this infinitely emotional topic, and turned to ask with concern and tears: "Guangji, your injury is okay?"

"Thanks to the prince's concern, my cultivation is not refined, and I am afraid that I will not be able to hold the sword for a while. Lord, do you want to recall His Royal Highness?"

The old prince shook his head, but Yan Bo opened his mouth for the old prince and said, "His Royal Highness the prince heard that the little prince was seriously injured, and I am afraid that he will rush back immediately, but the master's son-in-law must not reveal the news." ”

Silently listened to the tears, and nodded, but the clenched fist slammed on the tea table.

"It's because I'm incompetent and can't bear the calamity for the Mo family. ”

The old prince slowly spat out again, Yan Bo poured another cup of tea for him, and saw the old prince take a sip slowly, and listened to him: "Is it a blessing or a curse, people and the sky are inescapable." By the way, the swordsman who came to the palace with Zhong Xihou has any news?"

Yan Bo shook his head and said, "This makes Fox Changkong really untraceable, if he can return to Yi Shuihan, it is indeed the hope of the Mo family." ”

"Hikari, can you prepare to smile at the sky?"

Tears shook his head silently, and said: "Ruge still doesn't want to admit the Lord, the Black Mountain Wind and Crane are angry, and the time has not come." ”

"Then you don't have to wait any longer, it seems that Yang Tianxiao is indeed not your Yinshan person. ”

"Lord Wang, little Yanzi, Guangji has a choice in his heart. ”

"Oh, let's talk about it. ”

"Baiyun Canggou may take on the catastrophe of the Mo family?"

"The white cloud dog is not ······"

Before the old prince finished speaking, he and Yan Bo glanced at each other and understood.

In the past, the White Cloud Fairy, who ranked third on the Qingfeng List, and his descendants, aren't they the Ghost Masters of the Dusk Cold Tower, haunting like a song?