"Good. ”

A good word fell, and the old man had already made a move without hesitation.

There was only one person who made a move, but what brought Shishiro was Wan Jun's pressure.

The old man's finger burst through the air, shaking the air and causing it to ripple.

With just this move, Shishilang has already seen that the old man's internal strength has turned into innate, and he has returned to his roots.

In the world, there are less than a dozen people who can have such skills.

But in front of his eyes, there were two.

Shishiro moved, and his sword never left his body, so the moment the old man stretched out a finger, Shishiro's sword was already out of the sheath.

The sword moved like the wind, without the slightest sound, an ordinary sword, but it amazed the eyes of the two old men.

A sword at will, but it is the pinnacle of the rivers and lakes.

Such a sword, how do they not get excited.

"Oh~"

One finger and one sword, but the old man did not avoid it at all, and used his flesh fingers against the sword, but he made Shishilang's sword no longer able to enter the save.

Under one move, the level of strength has been seen.

But at this moment, a mutation protruded, and Shishiro's sword body deviated, slashing like lightning, making it difficult to see.

The old man's eyes lit up, and the tip of the sword had already pressed against the old man's throat.

"Leave, or die. “

What followed was Shijuro's cold voice.

This sword was beyond the two old men's perception of the sword, they didn't expect Shishiro's swordsmanship to be so fast.

One sword breaks ten thousand laws, Shishilang's sword is very simple and fast......

"Very good, Shishilang, if you don't die today, the rivers and lakes of his future will definitely shine because of you. “

Shishilang's sword advanced one more point, and the old man's throat was already overflowing with a trace of red, and his voice was still cold: "Leave, or die!"

"Give it a try!"

The old man's gaze had become serious.

Gathering palms into claws, the old man directly held Shishilang's sword body with his fleshy palm, and a scorching wind and waves burst out from the old man's body.

Shishilang stood on the spot, his hair was all over the place, but Mei Qing'er behind him was directly knocked to the ground by this heat wave, and even the rain around the wooden pavilion was temporarily stagnant.

Seeing that Mei Qing'er was affected, Shishilang's mind was scattered, but the old man didn't give Shishilang a chance to be distracted.

slapped it directly, Shishiro's eyes were condensed, and he also slapped it, but compared with the strength, Shishiro was not the old man's opponent at all.

A mouthful of blood gushed up his throat, and Shishiro's face turned pale.

But the old man didn't give Shishiro a chance to react at all, and after slapping a palm, he gathered his palms and condensed his fists, and when he stepped forward, the bluestone under the old man's feet was trampled to pieces.

If this punch continues, even if Shishiro does not die, he will definitely be seriously injured.

Among the two old men, there was only one person who shot from beginning to end, but Shishiro couldn't resist it.

A punch was thrown, and the whistling of the fist wind made Shishiro's eardrums swell.

Shishiro knew he was invincible, but he still threw a punch back with all his might.

But at this moment, Mei Qing'er, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly appeared and blocked in front of Shishilang, and took the initiative to meet the old man's fist.

Even the two old men didn't react to this scene, and their attention was on Shishiro.

Mei Qing'er's appearance made the old man unload his strength in time, but he had to withdraw seven points of strength.

Although there are only three points of fist power left, it is not something that Mei Qing'er's body can withstand.

Under a punch, Mei Qing'er floated out of the wooden pavilion from the rain curtain like a kite with a broken string.

When he watched Mei Qing'er's body fly past him, Shishiro's eyes suddenly turned red.

Shishilang was cold to Mei Qing'er, not because he didn't love her, but because he didn't dare.

In the past two years, Mei Qing'er's tenderness, even iron can influence it, not to mention, Shishilang is not iron.

"Ahh

Shishiro's mind was already in chaos, and there was only killing in his eyes.

As soon as the figure turned, the sword body was like a high-speed rotating whirlpool, and it instantly broke free from the old man's palm.

A sword stood in the sky, the sword was like a swimming dragon, exuding great sword intent, and a sword stabbed towards the old man.

The old man's brows furrowed, and he felt the change in the sword in Shishiro's hand.

Before, the sword in Shijuro's hand was just a sword, and it was a sword with pure strength.

At this time, Shishiro's sword is not only an extension of strength, it already has Shen Yun....... Shishiro at this time is the pinnacle of his swordsmanship.

This is the true strength of Shishiro.

The first sword, as if in another world, could no longer distinguish whether it was a person holding a sword or a person who was a sword; such a menacing sword, the old man did not dare to take it hard, and took a step back.

The second sword is illusory and real, and the sword rhyme of Shishilang rolls like a wave, and then it is fierce, and the old man still chooses to avoid its edge and take a step back.

The third sword

The Fourth Sword

.......

The Thirteenth Sword ......

The old man took thirteen steps back in a row, and there was no way to retreat, and at this time, Shishilang's sword intent had reached its peak, and the last sword, the old man had to take it hard.

It's just this sword, but I don't know if the old man can take it.

Even if the old man can take it, it will be more than lucky.

"Phew!"

Just as Shishiro was about to stab the fourteenth sword, a heart-piercing pain came from behind Shishiro.

The piercing pain made Shishiro's sword intent slack, and the powerful force counterattacked, and the sword intent was self-defeating.

Shishiro turned around, and the cracking of the wound could not make Shishiro frown, but when he saw the person who made the move, Shishiro frowned deeply.

The sword qi was devoured, and under the heavy blow, Shishiro was no longer able to stand up, and with a sword into the sheath, Shishiro calmly sat down at the stone table in the wooden pavilion.

Looking at Mei Qing'er, who was playing with a sharp blade in her hand, with a faint sneer on her face, all this was so strange in Shishilang's eyes.

The weak woman who should have been seriously injured was standing behind him intact at this moment.

In the rain, there are already a few more figures.

These figures are no strangers.

Especially the leader, he is no stranger.

Fourteen Lang's father-in-law, Mei San Lane.

Seeing the appearance of the people from Mei San Lane and Langya Pavilion, Fourteen Lang understood something.

There was no hatred in his eyes, not even a trace of emotional fluctuations.

Even Mei Qing'er and Shishilang didn't take another look.

Mei Sanlong walked into the wooden pavilion and looked at Fourteen Lang, wanting to laugh but couldn't: "Fourteen Swords of Wanli Shenzhou...... Should I call you Shishilang? or Jin Ruofeng?"

Shishiro was silent, sat up straight at the stone table, and let the blood from the wound behind him flow, and didn't care.

Death or life, for Shishiro at this time, he no longer cares.

When Mei Qing'er saw Mei Sanlong walking in, her expression suddenly became charming, and she walked to Mei Sanlong's side and leaned in: "Pavilion master, I have suffocated people by facing this wood every day for the past two years...... You say, how to compensate people. “

No one thought that Mei Qing'er, who was supposed to be Mei San's daughter, would be so intimate with Mei Sanlong.

Even the two old men couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this scene.

It seems that Mei Sanlong is hiding deeper than they imagined.

In fact, Mei Qing'er is not called Mei Qing'er, she is just a mistress of Mei Sanlong, but two years ago, Mei Sanlong wanted to envelop Shishilang, so Mei Qing'er existed.

Not many people know about it, though.

Because Mei Sanlong is a well-known merry man, no one knows how many amorous debts he left outside.