Zhu Qingqiu was full of joy, his eyes were already teary, he nodded heavily, and the hands of the two were clasped tightly, their fingers interlocked, staring at each other. Suddenly, I heard a burst of footsteps coming, the other party's martial arts were not low, but he did not hide the footsteps, obviously telling Zhu Qingqiu and Ren Shanhuai that he was coming for them. The two of them looked vigilantly in the direction from which the footsteps came, gradually slowing their breathing, holding their breath to determine the man's position.

Their eyes converged on one place, and they looked around, and the sound of the man's footsteps lingered around, as if there were nothing. Ren Shanhuai whispered: "This person's martial arts are not low, the source is far stronger than the twenty people in Fangcai, but how can a person with such light skills succumb to Ying Wuji? The eight masters under Ying Wuji's hands have already lost six of them, Qing Qiyi and others died in Mengyao Mountain, Nan Xiangzi and Sheng Mohai fled back to Tanglin Mansion in a hurry, even if they should be punished without illness, they are powerless to stop us in a short time." Who is this man......

Zhu Qingqiu was also full of doubts: "Could it be that there are other masters under him that we don't know about?"

Ren Shanhuai carefully recalled: "Many years ago, there were two people on the rivers and lakes who were known as bloody double evil, also called black and white impermanence, the two were brothers, both over fifty years old, the junior brother was called Cheng Demon Wu, and the senior brother was called Ma Huaxi, these two people had extremely high martial arts but specialized in killing people who could not do martial arts, bullying the weak, doing all kinds of evil, and the people in the rivers and lakes were eager to drink their blood, eat their flesh, and kill them quickly. Legend has it that they used to work under Ying Wuji, could it be that someone from here was one of the two of them, but their brothers and sisters have long since disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and they never impulsive alone, who are they......"

Thinking of this, Ren Shanhuai stepped forward and shouted to the dense forest on both sides: "Dare to ask where Your Excellency is sacred, why don't you come out to meet?" Ren Shanhuai hurriedly dodged in front of Zhu Qingqiu, turned around and flew up, kicking the flying long sword blade, twisting its sword momentum and flying towards the source. A person flew out of the forest, agile, caught the long sword, held it in his hand, rotated the sword body, split the sky, and stood in front of Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu.

"Respect for martial arts, why do you have to do this sneak attack technique?" Ren Shanhuai was slightly angry between his eyebrows.

"That's just a temptation to test your martial arts, it seems that the famous night on the rivers and lakes listens to the rain and hides a sword in the pen, and walks alone with a cane, but it is in vain. Ying Wanli glanced at the black-clothed man lying on the ground, but he didn't see much blood and wounds, and said with a sneer: "The kindness of the woman." ”

"They were originally from the rivers and lakes, but they were deceived by Ying Wujian and worked for him, so why should we hurt their lives!" Zhu Qingqiu said sharply, "Isn't it also sent by Ying Wujian to claim the lives of the two of us?"

Ying Wanli heard this, and smiled evilly: "Yes, you are not stupid. ”

"Dare to ask the name of the honorable driver?" asked Ren Shanhuai. Ying Wan left the front of Hengjian, his face was full of contempt, and he said slowly: "I am the little prince of the Tanglin Prince's Mansion, and I should leave later." "Little prince?" As soon as these words came out, Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu were both puzzled, a little surprised, they had also been under Ying Wujian for many years, and they had never seen this so-called little prince with high martial arts, and they didn't even know that Ying Wuji had a son who was about twenty years old, and they didn't know whether it was true or not.

Seeing the doubts on the faces of the two of them, Ying Wanli also said frankly: "You may not believe it, or you don't know when my father had my son. It is not surprising that you have worked under my father for many years, and you have not seen me. I might as well tell you that when I was ten years old, I was sent to Chengtian Mansion by my father, and in the prince's mansion of Chengtian Mansion, I studied and practiced the swordsmanship of various sects diligently, and learned all the so-called martial arts of your famous and decent families, and then I returned to Tanglin to help my father pacify you rebellious parties and traitorous villains!"

"Who is the traitorous villain, this can be said by not being sick. Zhu Qingqiu smiled, but there was a little more murderous in his eyes.

Ren Shanhuai lowered his head and looked at Zhu Qingqiu, and then looked at Ying Wanli not far away, and subconsciously blocked in front of Zhu Qingqiu and said to the little prince: "There may be some misunderstanding in this, but please tell the little prince that there is no disease, this is our personal grudge with the prince, we will go to the prince to settle it out, and we don't have to involve other people in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Then I can't help you!" said that, Ying Wan left his body and flashed, and a sword stabbed straight at him. Ren Shanhuai reacted immediately, got up in a clone, stepped on Ying Wuji's long sword, waved his robe, and hit Ying Wanli. Ying Wanli flipped the sword body, turned sideways to dodge, and wiped the long sword in his hand to Ren Shanhuai's waist and abdomen with his backhand, Ren Shanhuai turned around and landed in front of him, Zhu Qingqiu kicked Ying Wanli in the lower abdomen, shaking it back a few steps, and Ren Shanhuai held the sword behind, against the back of Ying Wanli's neck, and said slowly: "Little Wangye, we don't want to hurt you, we just want to meet our friends as soon as possible, and find Ying Wujian to understand the old hatred and new hatred together." The two of us join forces, and you have no chance of winning. ”

Zhu Qingqiu and Ren Shanhuai went one after the other, blocking the way to leave later. Who knew that the back of the neck had been pressed against the blade of the sword, Ying Wanli was fearless, and even had a hint of a smile. The right hand slowly let go, as if to discard the long sword in his hand, but when the sword body was close to the surface of his foot, Ying Wanli gently hooked his toes upward, saw the long sword bounce, and raised his knee upward, and the long sword flew upward.

The churning long sword attracted the eyes of Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu, and that Ying Wanli turned inward along the long sword raised by Ren Shanhuai, and bent his left hand to make three moves to Ren Shanhuai's chest, "Dong Dong Dong" The three elbow blows were like beating the war drums, the force was not light, Ren Shanhuai was not guarded, he was hit hard in the chest, should be late away from the wrist push palm, a palm hit Ren Shanhuai's heart, Ren Shanhuai's body retreated, should be late away from the homeopathic forward, stride meteor, waist and abdomen lifted a breath, rose into the air, two feet in Ren Shanhuai's chest several feet, and then turned around and kicked Ren Shanhuai in the jaw, kicking him to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhu Qingqiu hurriedly stepped forward to play Ying Wanli, poured the Qinghuai Qin in his arms, supported it with his left hand, and pulled the strings with his right hand and plucked it outward, and the strands of energy from the noisy sound of the piano shook towards Ying Wanli. Ying Wanli heard the sound of the piano behind him, he couldn't help but dodge, but turned around and walked quickly to meet it, flew to catch the long sword that was about to land, his body was in the air, the long sword in his hand seemed to turn into a silver snake spitting flames, swung three times, two horizontal and one vertical, the sword light mixed with sword qi, with the wrist as the axis, threw out dozens of energy, and the strength of the piano collided in one place, "boom" if the thunder rolled, if the mountain stone cracked, white smoke rose, diffuse.

When the smoke dissipated, Zhu Qingqiu retreated seven or eight steps in a row before he could stand firm. And that Ying Wanli landed lightly, his arm shook, and the flames on the sword body dissipated. "This is ......" Zhu Qingqiu's eyebrows were tightly locked, and his teeth were bitten, "The fireworks and fire sword of the Splendid Pavilion ......"

Ying Wanli smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Yes, you have a little eyesight." At this time, Ren Shanhuai, who was kicked to the ground behind him, rubbed his slightly red and swollen jaw, supported his body with a long sword and swayed to stand up, his right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the back of his snow-white hand had already shown green tendons, Ren Shanhuai tore away the long sword, held the sword in his right hand, and stuck the two fingers of his left hand on the sword body, chanting words in his mouth, his clothes were windless and automatic, and wisps of ink-colored internal force came out of the dantian, flowing along his arms to the long sword, wrapping the entire sword body in it.

The long sword in his hand had turned into blue ink, and the flowing internal force flickered with light, turning into a roaring ink dragon, looming, in Ren Shanhuai's hand, and stabbing straight at Ying Wanli's back. Ying Wanli had already felt the killing intent soaring behind him, chuckled with disdain, and said slowly: "Then look at what this trick is!"

Zhu Qingqiu was puzzled when he heard this, Ying Wanli turned around slowly, a trace of gold flashed in his eyes, and the surging internal force surged like a tide, Zhu Qingqiu felt a nameless sense of oppression coming, did not dare to slack off, hurriedly retreated, and did not forget to remind Ren Shanhuai: "Shanhuai be careful!" But Ren Shanhuai's ears were actually the sound of a dragon's groan, Zhu Qingqiu's voice dissipated in it, and Ren Shanhuai at this time was already bent on defeating Ying Wanli.

Ying Wanli held the long sword in his hand horizontally, the tip of the sword on the tiger's mouth in his left hand, the calm internal force was like a pool of clear water, stopping around, as if he was standing in the middle of the water, the breeze was not dry, the water waves did not move, but fluttered golden ripples. Just waiting for that Ren Shanhuai to be in front of him, Zhu Qingqiu murmured uneasily: "Is this ......?"

Ying Wanli laughed loudly, and said: "Let you see the mastery of your so-called famous and decent Northern Sword Sect, a sword for a thousand miles, a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring!"

is obviously a sword, what Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu saw is clearly so.

But the sword qi dispersed, turning into dozens, or even hundreds of afterimages, and the long sword itself that was stagnant in the middle, whirling, spinning, hovering around, Xu Rulin, Column like a star, all exuding a thin golden energy, and there seemed to be the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning.

Ren Shanhuai walked fast, the afterimage was suddenly born, the clouds and mist were boundless, his figure had already merged with the sword shadow in one place, and the ink-colored dragon was hidden between the lightning and thunder clouds, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, shuttling through it, releasing a stream of cold air, the ink cloud was churning, the wind and water rose, the ink dragon rose to the sky, leaned down, and a sword went straight to the door at night!

This move is the most unfathomable move in the Dry Pine Dragon Sword, called the Cold Ink Dragon, which is not only powerful but also unpredictable, psychologically defeating the opponent and then inflicting heavy damage. Ren Shanhuai, as Mo Qianyu's most valued disciple, is naturally dedicated to teaching, and Ren Shanhuai's qualifications are not bad. But in the face of such a majestic sword momentum, Ying Wanli seemed to have a bamboo in his chest, and he was not afraid. The long sword in his hand was thrown towards the falling ink dragon's head, and the sword body that had already turned into a golden sword body and the silhouette that swirled around it turned into dozens, hundreds of golden evil tigers, roaring and running towards the ink dragon.

Zhu Qingqiu couldn't intervene, so he had to pray silently for Ren Shanhuai on the side. She has seen the head of the Northern Sword Sect use this trick for a thousand miles, Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin, this move is the housekeeping skill of the Northern Sword Sect, the last move of the Thirty-six Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Sword, the power is huge, and the little prince in front of him can use this move superbly, and he is simply not inferior to the Northern Sword Sect's own disciples. What made Zhu Qingqiu even more puzzled was that the Jianghu Sect had never flowed out of its own martial arts, and Ying Wanli would definitely not be a lay disciple of the Northern Sword Sect, but he knew the swordsmanship of the Northern Sword Sect and the Splendid Pavilion, what was the situation......

Compared with the two people in the war, Ren Shanhuai's eyes were split, his hair was scattered, and his face was pale, while Ying Wanli was calm and calm, not chaotic at all, the golden tigers and the ink-colored coiled dragon roared, biting, and the aftermath of the inner wave spread out wave by wave, impacting the surrounding grass and trees, the branch was broken, the hundred trees withered, Zhu Qingqiu also retreated again and again, not daring to step forward. And Ren Shanhuai gradually couldn't support it, the long sword in his hand couldn't support the infusion of internal force and the impact of the outside world, and the subtle cracking sound was drowned in the roar of the dragon and tiger.

And Ying Wanli's face has also changed a lot, the previous relaxed smile has disappeared without a trace, clenched his teeth, struggling to support, the internal force of the two and the sword qi collided together, and finally dissipated into a cloud of smoke, the majestic internal force that rushed to the sky suddenly came to naught, the two fell down at the same time, Ying Wanli's body shook, and the two palms slapped downward, stabilizing the body and standing firm.

And Ren Shanhuai was not so lucky, flying out a few feet away, the long sword in his hand instantly turned into thousands of stars, drifting away with the wind, a suit of ink fell, Ren Shanhuai supported the ground with red and swollen hands, slapped hard, stood up tremblingly, his throat was fishy, and he unconsciously spurted out a mouthful of blood. Zhu Qingqiu ran to Ren Shanhuai's side in a panic and supported his left arm, and Ren Shanhuai's rapid breathing lingered in Zhu Qingqiu's ears. Zhu Qingqiu's face was full of worry, he tightened his arms around Ren Shanhuai, turned his head to look at Ying Wanli, and asked angrily: "Where did you learn the Fireworks Flowing Fire Sword and the Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Sword, this is obviously a housekeeping skill that will never be passed on by the Splendid Pavilion and the Northern Sword Sect!"

"What kind of housekeeping skills, what kind of decent family, is not worth mentioning. "Ying Wanli recovered very quickly, his face was already ruddy, his breath was stable, his demeanor was calm, and he didn't seem to consume much internal strength, and slowly answered Zhu Qingqiu's question," The gorgeous fireworks and fire sword of the Splendid Pavilion, the fierce Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Sword of the Northern Sword School, the changeable landscape spirit sword of the Southern Sword School, the Yin and Yang of the Eastern Sword School of the Lianshan Guizang Sword, the feminine and swift Silver Moon Bangsang Sword of the Western Sword School, the green snake swordsmanship of the Green Python Panshan View, etc., I will all know the famous swordsmanship tricks on the rivers and lakes. How many people can really have bones in this river and lake now?"

"You're wrong!" Ren Shanhuai pressed his chest, and there was only a trace of blood left in his trembling lips, "There are heroes in the country, how can you abandon the Fenghua bones!"

"Yes, there are indeed some stubborn people in this river and lake now, insisting on their so-called justice and justice, but they have long recognized the justice they have done, and in order to achieve it, they will not hesitate to use all means, regardless of the people of the world and the common people, what justice can they talk about?" Ying Wanli held the sword in his right hand, and the sword body was also a little dim under the gloomy sky, only a little cold light on the tip of the sword, reflecting the angry faces of Zhu Qingqiu and Ren Shanhuai, Ying Wanli continued:

"And I, I will consolidate the foundation of my dynasty, protect the country and the country, and cut off the so-called justice of you hypocrisy, real evil, and people who overthrow the world for your own selfish desires, and crush your arrogance!"

After that, Ying Wan came from the wind, and the long sword in his hand drew a crescent-like silver sword qi, and the sword qi approached the chests of Ren Shanhuai and the others, and the sword body refracted a bright light.

But the delicate but not glamorous silver moon is not hanging in the sky for the poet to talk about the wine, but a real sword qi that wants people's lives, and the silver moon sword qi is close in front of them, Zhu Qingqiu and Ren Shanhuai didn't have time to make a move, so they rolled separately to both sides to dodge, and the silver moon fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky, leaving an extremely deep sword mark.

Zhu Qingqiu turned over and sat aside, his eyes staring at Ying Wanli's every move, the Qinghuai piano in his hand was flat on his legs, and his hands swept the strings very quickly, the noisy sound of the piano was unusual, and it didn't seem like Zhu Qingqiu was playing. But the seemingly irregular notes converge in one place, and when you listen carefully, you can feel the endless killing intent, as if there is a wind blowing in the bamboo forest, the sound of bamboo leaves rustling, and it seems that there is a sword and sword shadow, the sound of weapons intersecting, and it is like an ambush of thousands of troops and horses, and the sound of shouting and killing. This is Zhu Qingqiu's night into the array.

The piercing sound of the piano shook the heartstrings, and it was not good to leave at night, and I felt uneasy, but I didn't expect that this knowledgeable and beautiful woman in front of me still had such a hand. Then he stopped, rose into the air, his body was churning in the air, and the energy that swept out from between Zhu Qingqiu's fingertips and the strings was like ten thousand arrows in unison. Ying Wan left the churning again and again, dodging those energies, and the sand flew all over the sky under him, and white smoke rose everywhere.

Just when Ying Wan was more than ten feet away from him, he finally turned over and fell, the hem of the brocade robe had been crushed by internal force, and Ying Wanli's cold face was finally dyed with a layer of anger. Ying Wanli slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Zhu Qingqiu. Just as he was hurrying towards Zhu Qingqiu, a silver light suddenly flashed on the left side, and an ink color spread out as if it had been overturned, followed by four long swords attacking towards Ying Wanli's left side.