Wave leaned on the edge of the platform below the statue, his eyes were hollow, his legs were bent forward, the dry grass was digging into his trouser legs, he couldn't feel the itch, the skin of his calves exposed outside his trousers was covered with scars, and the old beggar couldn't help shaking his head and sighing as he looked at those scars.

"There was chaos in the city. The old beggar said, "It's useless for you to go back, you can't change anything." ”

"Are you really dead?" said in a cold tone, "Did you see it with your own eyes, or did you hear it from others?"

The old beggar craned his neck and looked at the door, the sky was slightly bright, and the dawn sky hung with a barren moon. The snoring of other beggars could be heard in the ruined temple.

"I've heard that. ”

After hearing this, a smile appeared on Langliu's face, "Hearsay, it doesn't count. He was holding up the ground, and the wound on his leg seemed to have suddenly lessened a lot, and he tried to stand up. He affirmed, "I know that old fellow, he's strong! You don't know how good the exercises are, so I don't know how superb his boxing skills are, how sharp his swordsmanship is." Thirty strokes. Lu Qianyu and I can't beat him with thirty moves!"

He bent his body, staggered forward a few steps, touched his body, and found that the gourd was missing, so he looked back and saw the old beggar's mournful face.

"Waves!" He paused, his voice was low, and he said slowly, "Don't fool yourself, I heard that you escaped, so I ran to the reeds to find you." But Steward Lu is really dead! When the old beggar had finished speaking, Wave's legs bent down, and he fell to his knees. The old beggar went to pull him, but was pushed away.

"Nonsense!" shouted Wave, "Don't joke with me, what about my wine gourd?" he rummaged through a pile of hay.

"But!" the old beggar grabbed his arm, raised his head, and said, "Steward Lu is the true hero I have ever seen!"

Langliu shook off his hand, he wanted to drink, he couldn't remember if the gourd had fallen into the reeds. If that's the case, it's too bad. He said, "Don't you really see my wine gourd, it's just a very ordinary gourd?"

The old beggar shook his head, he didn't know if the waves were listening, so he continued, "When he fell, it was like a mountain collapsing!"

"Do you have any wine?" shouted Wavestream, his voice sweeping through the sky like thunder. The beggars in the ruined temple were awakened, but they did not dare to make a sound, and continued to pretend to sleep. "I don't want to hear you talk about this nonsense right now. I want to drink. Wander felt an inexplicable hollowness in his heart, and he urgently needed to fill it with wine. So he got up and walked towards the door, his leg hurting, he gritted his teeth and persevered, and after a few steps, he still collapsed. So he crawled to the door, and after a while he was caught by the old beggar by his ankle.

"Listen to me!" said the old beggar, in a trembling voice, "don't do this!"

"Well, I'll hear you!" Wave rolled over, lying in a beam of moonlight, his hair blowing in the cold air, he was more awake than ever, with tears in his eyes, and he said proudly, "When he fell, it was like a mountain collapsed." ”

After Lu Qianyu and Langliu fled, Shi Weng faced a group of enemies alone and fell into a fierce battle.

At this moment, he has no reservations, shows everything he has learned in his life, and kills a dark sky and a wolf howling.

The killers who rushed in front of him often fell under the sword after a single move.

The sword was full of gaps, but it was still extremely sharp, and finally, from this old man in his twilight years, the enemy saw an endless murderous aura, and they were timid, pushing and muttering, and never dared to act rashly.

Shi Weng stood in the pile of corpses, calmly looking at Lu Jian with a surprised face, and showed an unbelievable smile.

"You wicked thief who disobeys the lintel. Shi Weng raised the sword in his hand, and the long blood spilled into the air and landed on Lu Blade's face, "The old man will do it for the heavens and clean up the portal for the Lu family." ”

Lu Jian touched the blood on his face in disgust, laughed, and said to his subordinates, "Wait for the time being." So his men ran ten feet away and stared at her with dark eyes. Lu Jian turned around and saw this scene, and couldn't help but turn his face green. When he faced Shi Weng, he said in surprise, "Old man, why are you doing this? For the sake of your father, don't stop me! As soon as Qianyu dies, the Lu family will be mine, and you can continue to be your housekeeper, isn't it great." ”

"Eighty-three people!" Shi Weng stomped his feet and said, "They are all descendants of the Lu family, how can you do it?"

"Since I left the Lu family, I am no longer a member of the Lu family. Lu Jian said.

"It's your own fault. Shi Weng pointed at him with his sword and said, "You are not worthy of the surname of the Lu family." ”

Lu Jian looked at the direction of Lu Qianyu's escape and let out a cold laugh, "That poor worm without parents, is it worth your death for him?"

"I can die once, and you have to die ten thousand times. After Shi Weng finished speaking, he raised an assassination style, and the long sword straightened and ran towards Lu Blade.

"Stubborn old thing!" Lu Blade drew his sheath from his sword. In an instant, the sharp edge was revealed, and the cold light was reflected in Shi Weng's eyes.

What Shi Weng used was a set of extremely fast attack speed and exquisite swordsmanship. The swordsmanship is mainly stabbed, supplemented by slashing, which is extremely simple, but difficult to prevent. After getting close, it is like thorns entangled, showing the power of swordsmanship, which is very difficult to prevent.

Lu Jian used the Lu family's "Thousand Armies Broken", the first three chapters, nine styles. It is the same as what Lu Qianyu has learned, but it is much more experienced than Lu Qianyu.

Lu Jian was also a wizard of martial arts in his early years, wandering on the rivers and lakes for many years, and studied hundreds of swordsmanship.

He applied what he had learned, learned from his strengths, and combined other swordsmanship with the three chapters of the Lu family's swordsmanship, which was a self-contained system. He named this hybrid sword technique "Thousand Blades Sword Technique", to put it bluntly, it was to add many effective hooligan moves to the inherent Lu family sword technique.

The Lu family's "A Thousand Armies Broken" has been famous on the rivers and lakes for a long time. I think back then, when the old lady was alive, how many swordsmen from the rivers and lakes came here and returned.

Counting further, the ancestors of the Lu family, with a lonely and cold long sword, a "Thousand Armies Broken" have stood proudly in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and they have not tasted defeat.

Shi Weng knew the essence of the Lu family's swordsmanship, and when he fought, he fought with a twelve-point spirit. However, he has entered the last years of his life, his body is about to die, and his strength is not as good as before, so he is not suitable for protracted battles. In terms of sword moves, he was born with a disadvantage, and he had to fight quickly.

The two sides fought for dozens of rounds, and the victory or defeat was evenly divided, and the gorgeous sword moves left a dazzling impression in the eyes of others.

The killers on the side were all surprised, it turned out that Old Man Shi and Lu Jian were all hidden people.

Their martial arts didn't know how many streets they had left everyone present.

Shi Weng's name, some people may have heard of it for a long time. However, Lu Jian usually has a big belly and looks like an incompetent villain. Who would have thought that his swordsmanship would lead the group?

For a while, others couldn't intervene, so they had to watch and appreciate it from the sidelines.

The sword qi was rampant, the figures were crowded, and a strong wind blew on the battlefield, enveloping the two people in it.

Swords against swords, fist to fist, palm to palm, all kinds of sounds, forming a stormy wave.

Waiting for the wind to fall and the dust to clear, everyone was dumbfounded.

Shi Weng stood still, Lu Jian in front of him.

His sword, through Shi Weng's chest, Shi Weng's sword embedded in his shoulder. Two statues of motionless sculptures, blood slowly flowing from their respective wounds.

Shi Weng let out a muffled snort, his clothes below his chest were stained red, his throat fluttered, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. Then, he spat blood on Lu Blade's face.

"Old thing. Lu Blade's face twitched, he hated the marks left on his face by Shi Weng's blood, which seemed to be hot oil, he couldn't laugh out loud, he said, "You let me go!"

"That's it!" Shi Weng held the blade of his sword, the blood made his left hand a bloody hand, and he curled the corners of his mouth and laughed, "I will take your right arm." Then, his sword slashed down, and Lu Blade's right arm rolled to the ground.

"Ahh Fortunately, the men on one side were not stunned, and the two of them resisted his back, so he did not fall.

"Ahem, ahem, I... Is this the only way to go?" Shi Weng took a breath and pulled out the sword inserted in his chest violently, blood splattered out, leaving the breath of Shi Weng on everyone present.

He fell. Then, seeing the moon hanging high, the clouds flowing, and a crimson quietly infecting the sky, he slowly closed his eyes and read, "Young Master Qianyu, take care!"