(Happy May Fourth to everyone!)

There were dark clouds in the sky, the wind was blowing, and a heavy rain was beginning to brew and was about to fall.

In the evening, when the city gate was about to close, a person strode forward and walked into Yangzhou City. He was not tall in stature, but stocky, with an ordinary cloth shirt on his body, a hat on his head, and a strip-shaped package wrapped in it, which was wrapped either a sword or a sword.

In recent days, the situation in Yangzhou has been tense, and the number of people in the rivers and lakes has increased dramatically.

This stout man looks the same as other Jianghu people, not much different. He might even be a little more downcast, because he didn't ride a horse.

After entering the city, he wandered the streets and then walked into a restaurant.

"Guest, please take a seat, what do you want to eat?"

A shopkeeper greeted him.

The man raised his head slightly, swept his gaze up, and saw that there were many diners in the restaurant, mostly some high-rollers, pushing glasses and changing lamps one by one, talking loudly, and making a lot of noise, so he asked, "Is there a seat upstairs?"

"Yes, yes, but ......"

The man threw out a piece of silver, which looked like ten taels.

The shopkeeper took it and smiled: "Guest officer, please go upstairs!"

Soon, the man was arranged to a private seat facing the street, where he ordered four or five dishes, ordered a pot of wine, and began to pour himself a drink when the food was ready.

"Do you know that Qingcheng is going to attack the spirit platform!"

Suddenly, someone next door said.

There are a lot of private seats on the upper floor of this restaurant, but in fact, most of them are separated by a screen, if a large number of customers come, the screen will be removed, forming a large room.

Of course, even if there are walls, they are very thin, and those who are interested can hear the words next door when they concentrate for a while.

"Who doesn't know about this now?"

"Hehe, there's another thing you definitely don't know. ”

"Oh, which one?"

The person who said lowered his voice: "Qingcheng Xiao Jianfeng entered the city this morning!"

"What?"

The listeners were taken aback: "This matter is not trivial, is it possible that we are going to attack the Yangzhou Branch?"

"Needless to say, Xiao Jianfeng is one of the giants of Qingcheng, a dignified Yang God figure, just stretch out his finger, and he can destroy the Lingtai Branch. I pondered, he didn't have to do anything when he entered the city, but came to take over the town. ”

Another person asked, "Could it be that the Lingtai Sword Sect will ignore it?"

"This time is different from the past, they are probably so frightened that they cowered on the mountain, and they didn't dare to come out. A while ago, there were several attacks, and the Lingtai suffered heavy casualties, and many people were still waiting, thinking that the Lingtai would attack in a big way. Who knows that by now, there won't be a fart. ”

When the man heard this, his hand holding the glass tightened, and when he released it again, the glass had turned into powder and fell down.

Soon, he left the restaurant and headed southwest.

The Yangzhou branch of the Lingtai Sword School was established there.

Walking on the street, as he got closer, he felt several breaths of energy, and he was sweeping towards the location of the Yangzhou branch at high speed.

It was dark, some houses in the city were lit up, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

At this moment, there was a throbbing sound in front of him, and a flame rose into the sky, judging by its location, it was the location of the branch of the Lingtai Sword Sect.

"Sure enough, I did!"

The man's heart sank.

He traveled day and night, rushing from Lingtai Mountain to Yangzhou, thinking of quietly entering the city and investigating - the team of new disciples in Yangzhou changed their route to the mountain gate, but was ambushed and killed by the people of Heifeng Mountain in Dutou Town, this matter is full of suspicions, and the Sword Sect suspects that there is a traitor in the Yangzhou Branch. It's just that there have been attacks in other places one after another, which has made the Sword Sect tired, and it is quite anxious, and it can't take care of it for a while.

This time, Jiang Shanghan personally came to Yangzhou to investigate the matter thoroughly. But not long after entering the city, I saw that the Yangzhou branch library was attacked, and the flames soared into the sky.

Without thinking, he quickened his pace and swept up.

Yangzhou belongs to an important strategic city of the Lingtai Sword School, with a branch library and a lot of permanent personnel, headed by the deacon Yang Lincong, assisted by two inner disciples, who used to be Zhou Guangheng and Li Wan, but after the accident of the new disciples, the two of them took responsibility for their crimes, and now they are being punished.

However, the Sword Sect sent four other inner disciples down the mountain and came to Yangzhou to help.

Jiang Shanghan walked like a fly, and soon came to the outside of the branch library, and saw a group of black-clothed people holding swords, having broken through the outer door of the branch library, and there were killing voices inside, and there were miserable howls, and there were women and children who were slaughtered, obviously the family members of the staff in charge were brutally poisoned.

Killing, setting fires, like thieves!

Jiang Shanhan was furious, reached out to his back, took off the long baggage, and swept over.

"Who?"

"Look for death!"

The men in black shouted.

Jiang Shanghan didn't talk nonsense with them at all, and he didn't use his sword, his left palm flew up, snapping, and it was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, three or four black-clothed people were shot, and immediately broke their bones and fell to the ground.

The next moment, Jiang Shanghan had already rushed into the courtyard.

The battle inside was fierce, dozens of black-clothed people and Lingtai disciples were in a mess, and there was a bright torch next to him, and a group of people were sweeping there.

The leader is dressed in white, the jade tree is quite chic like the wind, and a sword hangs from his waist, the scabbard is exquisite, and it is inlaid with nine precious stones, different colors, and priceless.

Qingcheng Xiao Jianfeng!

Xiao Jianfeng, known as "a sword connecting cities".

He seems to be no more than thirty years old, but he became famous much earlier than Egami.

"Death to the thief!"

Jiang Shanghan screamed, not rushing towards Xiao Jianfeng, but violently killing those black-clothed people who were fighting with the disciples of the Sword Sect.

As he swept away, his hand shook, the strips of cloth scattered, and the edge of the sword appeared—his sword was only wrapped in cloth, never sheathed.

Han Feng swallowed, and everywhere he went, he was simply sharp, and one by one the people in black fell to the ground, whimpering for their lives.

"The peak master has arrived!"

The disciples of the Sword Sect quickly recognized it and shouted in unison, full of surprise and joy.

The first sword on Lingtai Mountain, a sword across the river and ten thousand cold!

Jiang Shanghan's name is rooted in the hearts of the people, and in the minds of countless Lingtai disciples, it is equivalent to a symbol of invincibility - in fact, since Jiang Shanghan's debut, he has played nearly 100 battles and has really not been defeated.

And when he came, they were saved.

In a few breaths, more than a dozen people in black were killed, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

The last thing left was the battle group on Yang Lincong's side, and he was attacked by two enemies in robes with one enemy and two enemies.

The cultivation of the two people in the robes is not shallow, they are already in the realm of pregnancy, the offensive is fierce, Yang Lincong is staggering, he is struggling to support, his body is stained with blood in many places, and he has already been injured.

"Whew!"

In an instant, a short blade in the hand of a man in a robed man flew and was slashing Yang Lincong's left leg, the wound penetrated into the bone, and blood splattered.

He snorted, stumbled, and almost collapsed.

At this moment, Jiang Shanghan made a move, and the sword blade spat out, slashing at the throat of the robed man.

The guy reacted quickly, and in a hurry, a "lazy donkey rolled", and rolled out more than two feet away in a very embarrassed way, with a cold on his head, but a piece of scalp hair was cut off, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Jiang Shanghan was about to take out his sword, but he saw the white clothes fluttering, Xiao Jianfeng had stopped in front, and said, "Jiang Shanghan, I didn't expect you to come!"

Jiang Shanghan held Yang Lincong with one hand, holding his sword, standing still, his eyes burning.