Just judging from the rumors in the rivers and lakes, she far underestimated the man in white. For a moment, a trace of hesitation flashed in Yao Mingyue's heart, whether to let him go.

But any swordsman who stands at the pinnacle of the rivers and lakes is proud, and pride is such a thing, except for men, and even more so on women.

Although the man in white is expressionless, he cherishes words like gold and treats people without pretending to be color, which shows the pride in his heart. And Yao Mingyue is even more princely, the world is so big, there are very few people who can really enter his eyes.

It is conceivable that two such two people, two proud swordsmen, meet.

Maybe love each other, maybe kill each other.

And the former, whether it is the man in white or Yao Mingyue, it is impossible, so the only thing left is to kill each other and speak with a sword.

This man in white is Liu Mingsheng who came from Zhang Songxi, and Liu Mingsheng doesn't have much like or dislike for Sword Casting Villa. It's just that one of the people who participated in the Battle of the East China Sea in the past year and harmed Shen Liu's family was named Zhang Yicong, so he came.

Although it was easy to get it, he didn't expect to be blocked here by Yao Mingyue.

Obviously, Yao Mingyue, the girl in a fiery red dress, is not a weak person, and even in his feeling, Yao Mingyue can be ranked in the top five among the powerful people he has seen in Daming.

If it were another time, Liu Mingsheng might not want to make extraneous branches.

But ever since Zhang Songxi heard about sword intent, these days, he has been thinking about it, and there is also a faint fire in his heart, which is resentment and grudge.

He originally had a happy family, with two parents, brothers, and a harmonious neighbor and brotherhood.

But everything was ruined by those Jianghu people who heard the wind, and at the age of nine, he crossed the ocean and came to a foreign country alone. For eighteen years, whenever he thought of the fire that rose to the sky, the piercing blood, and hatred tormented him like ten thousand ants devouring his heart.

Even the morning bell and dusk drum in the mountains every day, and the Zen sound of the wooden fish, could not kill his hatred. The murderer pays for his life, Liu Mingsheng only has this one thought.

So for eighteen years, he has been alone in a lava cave, deep in a lava cave in the scorching heat, and between the ice and snow when it is cold. endure the unbearable of ordinary people, have no distractions, and practice swordsmanship hard, just to return blood for blood.

And whoever stands in his way for revenge, whoever it is, must die!

Even if that person adopted him, took him away from the strife in the rivers and lakes, and brought him to the highest sacred mountain in Japan.

In the dead of night, in the dead of night, there was only one majestic mountain left in his mind, which was Mt. Seidake Fuji, which had been closely related to his survival for 18 years.

The snow on the top of the mountain was holy and white, and a few people could know that under the ice was endless molten lava, blazing flames.

Just like Liu Mingsheng's sword at this time, it was obviously as cold as frost, but it was as hot as a flame. It's like a volcano that has been frozen for thousands of years, bursting out in an instant. One sword, two swords, three swords, countless swords, there are sword shadows all over the sky.

Although the sword qi was cold, the sword disease was like detonating the void, and the air flow was surging like hot lava.

I have to say that there are people in this world who are born for swords after all. After Liu Mingsheng met Zhang Songxi, he took another big step forward in just a few days when his swordsmanship was almost impossible. Although, he did not choose the way of yin and yang like Zhang Songxi.

Previously, his swordsmanship was already very extreme, and every sword was gone and never returned. And now it has intensified, like a bull, only one way.

For a moment, it was almost difficult for ordinary people to think, and in just a short moment, Yao Mingyue felt the breath of death.

Although her swordsmanship attainments are not lower than Liu Mingsheng's, they are even half a chip higher than him. Although she practiced the most famous and wonderful swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, she was still one step late. Yao Mingyue never thought that there would be a person like Liu Mingsheng in this world, such a swordsmanship! As soon as he made a move, he had no reservations, and even held the heart of death, and resolutely decided.

Masters compete with each other, only fighting for one line.

If Yao Mingyue faced other people, even if it was a swordsman like Bai Yujing and Liu Wuya, he would be at a disadvantage if he was one step late. But in the face of Liu Mingsheng, Liu Mingsheng's sword has no victory or defeat, only life and death. The same was true for the Shang Dao people at the beginning, but the Shang Dao people were more than one step above him and spared his life.

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On the banks of the Qinhuai River, snow is flying. Listening to the Qin Xuan, the cold plum is in full bloom.

A pair of slender jade hands of everyone in Qingling were plucking the strings, and suddenly there was a "clang...... sound, which lasted for a long time. A string broke for no reason, and outside the bead curtain, there were faint sounds of footsteps.

"Luqi, you go clean up, we have to change places. ”

She didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, though the footsteps grew more rapid and heavier. Under Hanmei, a group of black-clothed and masked people surrounded him, and one of them said: "This is it, everyone pay attention, don't hurt everyone in Qingling, you can ...... if you find something."

Before he finished his words, he felt the wind howling in his ears, and his eyes suddenly went black. It was a huge stone mill weighing more than 100 catties, and at this time, it was thrown out like a small stone, and it smashed into the black-clothed masked man who was talking.

The black-clad masked man had no time to dodge, so he could only stretch out his hands and wave his palms upward.

There was a loud "boom", and the huge stone mill burst open, and the black-clothed masked man also flew out upside down, and the person had already spat out a large mouthful of blood in the air. The rest of the masked people didn't care about being frightened, and saw a big man nearly eight feet tall carrying a bronze figure in each hand, majestic and majestic, guarding the middle of the courtyard gate.

"It's him, moving mountains King Kong Chu Yongkun. ”

One of the masked people exclaimed, and as soon as Chu Yongkun's three words came out, everyone was surprised.

Ten years ago, the Shaolin lay disciple moved the mountain Arhat Wang Chong, an iron cloth shirt had already been completed, invulnerable, but was beaten to death on the street with his bare hands, just because he and Chu Yongkun had a name for moving mountains.

Five years ago, Huang Gongzheng, known as the first Taibao in Shandong, had practiced the golden bell jar for 30 years, and he couldn't hurt the sword in the slightest. But in a battle with Chu Yongkun, he picked up two bronze figures and smashed the bones of his body alive.

It is said that Chu Yongkun's two bronze figures, each weighing 300 catties, and other idle people in the rivers and lakes are injured when they rub it, and they will die if they touch it.

Moreover, in the second list of the world of the withered nest Taoist, Chu Yongkun is not low, ranking thirty-third. At the moment, no one expected that such a fierce god would be willing to be a servant here. However, the man had already given the order to die, and the heart of the piano must be in hand. Everyone shuddered at the thought of the man's methods.

One person shouted: "No matter how powerful Chu Yongkun is, he is alone, and we don't need to talk about any rules of the rivers and lakes now, and we are afraid that he will do something!"

"Haha!" Chu Yongkun laughed: "A group of rats with hidden heads and tails, grandpa, why should I wait to abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes, just let the horses come." Grandpa, if I don't smash your heads, I won't be surnamed Chu. ”

His words completely angered these people in front of him, thinking that none of these people had a slight reputation in the rivers and lakes, and they were only forced to come here tonight, and they were controlled by others.

"Whoosh ......"

A masked man actually used a hidden weapon, and two arrows in his sleeve shot directly at Chu Yongkun's door.

"Dangdang" twice, Chu Yongkun casually raised a bronze figure, just like a shield, and the short arrow only left a shallow mark when it fell on it.

"Let's get on!" someone shouted.

Suddenly, several people with swords and swords with swords, attacked together. But Chu Yongkun is worthy of being a first-class fierce god, the two heavy bronze figures are as light as a feather in his hands, flying left and right, like rolling wheels, and everyone's swords dare not touch it at all, otherwise they will all have to get out of their hands.

This group of masked men attacked fiercely, not only failed to force Chu Yongkun back half a step, but he took the opportunity to kill two people.

Listening to Qin Xuan, Lu Qi was packing up her things on the second floor. On the first floor, everyone in Qingling sat quietly next to the broken strings, with a cold expression and no thought in sight.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke in.

This man was not like those outside the courtyard gate not far away, wearing a face towel and not daring to show up to meet people. He was about fifty years old, a thin man, dressed as a fisherman, and with a fishing rod folded like a nine-section whip around his waist. Mo said that this person still had a faint smell of fish, and he was indeed a fisherman.

"I didn't expect the famous fishermen to come out, it seems that the people behind this scene do have some ability. "Qingling's voices are still beautiful, obviously not surprised by this person's arrival.

As for who is the fisherman?

There is never a shortage of strange people on the rivers and lakes, thirty years ago the most famous was the six strange people of the Tianshan Mountains, and now the most famous strange people on the rivers and lakes are Jiangdong Sisuo. Someone once made a limerick poem jokingly about the four suctions in Jiangdong: "The swordsman by the river chops firewood, and the fisherman on the river returns empty-handed." Fang saw the blind man tell the story, and the living went into the coffin. ”

It is about the swordsman in the mountains who chops wood with a knife, the fisherman on the river who fishes and does not eat fish, the blind man who is illiterate and prefers storytelling, and the monk who lives in a coffin every day and begs for death. These four people are in the seventeenth, tenth, twenty-first, and ninth places in the land list, although the second list of heaven and earth of the withered nest Dao people is not credible, but it shows how powerful these people are.

"After all, the fisherman is a mortal person, not as good as everyone in Qingling, with his back to the dragon king, he can not eat the fireworks of the world. The fisherman said slowly: "Everyone, after all, I have been fishing for a living all year round, and I have to pray for the protection of the Dragon King, as long as you hand over your things, I will not hurt you." ”

Qingling everyone laughed.

This smile even lost the plum blossoms in the yard, and the fisherman was also a man after all, so he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. If Qingling was a first-class swordsman, the stunned fisherman would definitely be killed on the spot.

The fisherman couldn't help but be lucky in his heart, and the group of people outside the heart were afraid that they wouldn't be able to delay for long, and said: "Since everyone is unwilling to hand over the things, then don't blame the fisherman for being a beautiful woman." He untied a fishing rod from his waist, and with a shake of his right hand, it suddenly extended more than seven feet like a long whip, and a white silk thread suddenly shot out and wound towards the Qingling family.

Seeing that everyone in Qingling was about to be entangled in the silk thread, he suddenly saw everyone in Qingling waving five fingers, and the strings broke and flew up, stirring together with the fisherman's fishing wire.

The fisherman's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, knowing that he had underestimated this Qingling family who looked weak just now. I couldn't help but use the fishing rod as a gun and stabbed straight at Qingling. Halfway through, he slightly deviated from the fishing rod, but he wanted to stab her throat, and seeing the beauty of everyone in Qingling, he couldn't bear to stab his right shoulder.

But at this moment, the fisherman's eyes lit up, and a white light blocked his fishing rod, which was a sword.

"Not good!"

The fisherman should not change his moves at will, especially when facing a swordsman who is no less than him, and he must not have any contempt.

The fishing rod was blocked, and the sword light rolled up, and the fisherman had no choice but to retreat.

As soon as he retreated, the sword light spread even more, just like the peacock opening the screen, and the sword shadow shrouded the fisherman Zhou. The fisherman could hardly avoid it, and at the moment of such a crisis, the gate of the courtyard not far behind him was smashed into the air, like the sky falling, and shrouded him.

At this moment, the fisherman was in a desperate situation!

But the fisherman is worthy of being a strange man in the rivers and lakes, and he suddenly fell to the ground, and without waiting for the sword light and the gate to fall, the whole person was like a fish in the water, leaning against the ground and shooting out.

But there was a silk thread at the other end of his fishing rod, like a spider's web, which was set on one side of the plum tree, and escaped by strength. He looked at Chu Yongkun who rushed over from outside the courtyard, and then looked at the Qingling people who were breezy and calm, shook his head, and flew to the side.