The rivers and lakes are sinister, people's hearts are unpredictable, and the praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches in the back, and this truth is simple and easy to understand, but people are drifting in the hot and cold rivers and lakes of this world, who can guarantee that they will not be stabbed? I don't know how many sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes have thrown themselves into the surging rivers and lakes, and they want to be the first in the world, and they want to level the injustices in the world, but what is left after the enthusiasm? It is not until they capsize in the gutter that they regret it, but they find that everything is no longer as comfortable as before, and they want to withdraw from the rivers and lakes, but everything has become involuntarily.

There was once a desolate immortal sighed, invincible in exchange for a lonely life, in the end can not escape the fate of turning into a cluster of yellow sand in the wind, vanishing in smoke, even if it is the unparalleled Xishu Sword Demon White Sword Hall in the world, standing on the top of the sword road, you can swing the sword into Chang'an, seize the golden luan dragon chair, and become a hero, but what is the use, after all, I have seen through the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, and I have seen the ups and downs of the world.

Under the whole world, it is not the imperial land, this river and lake is not comfortable, if you even feel uncomfortable, then it is really uncomfortable, the rivers and lakes are like a big dye vat, there can be fairy characters such as Baijian Hall, and naturally there are Jianghu guests who have to lick blood for fame and fortune for three meals and clothing.

The heavy rain outside the temple gradually stopped, and the night wind swept through the forest, and the murderous atmosphere was full.

Baiyun leaned on the temple gate and hugged the god and gradually fell asleep.

"Baiyun beware!" Lin Xueshu exclaimed, waking up the sleepy white cloud.

Bai Yun turned his head to see that a jet-black broadsword with nine rings on the back of the knife was swirling in the air, buzzing and whistling, and was sweeping towards his own meteor, just a stone's throw away from his head to grab the ground, fortunately, he was no longer the helpless young man who faced the Nine Heavens Earth Python back then, and at the last moment, his body sank and rolled backwards, easily dodging this fatal blow.

Lin Xueshu breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the movement of Zhang Zishan turning over woke him up, and he happened to hear a strange noise, otherwise the little junior brother has three long and two short, how to explain to the master and mother when he returns to Feilai Peak.

The broadsword slashed in a strange arc and flew back along the road, submerging into the darkness of the mountain forest.

At the same time, the people who were awakened immediately chased out of the temple.

The heavy rain had stopped, but there was no one outside the mountain temple, and there was a dead silence.

Lin Xueshu's face was heavy, and he cautiously glanced at the surrounding mountains and forests.

Bai Yun couldn't help wiping his sweat, if the knife just now had a slight slow reaction, there was a good chance that he would have to grab his head on the ground.

"Who is it that makes such a ruthless move?" Zhang Zishan said with a wide range of eyes.

"It must be a bandit on Longtou Mountain who can use such a sinister and vicious trick. Chen Cheng gritted his teeth and said.

"Don't be in a hurry, see the situation clearly, if it's really a thief, we will take action to eliminate harm for the people. Qi Yuzheng, who has always been delicate and meticulous, replied.

Qi Yuzheng is well aware that the purpose of this trip down the mountain is to go to Muru Temple in a low-key manner, and join hands with the disciples of various sects to investigate the remnants of the Tianlong Society, which can not tolerate a single star and a half of the mistakes, just a few people who occupy the mountain for the king dove to occupy the magpie's nest of the demon king, as Qi Yuzheng who has entered the middle of the string realm, is confident that he can settle it with three or two efforts, and he does not put those who lick the blood from the knife edge in his eyes at all, but he is worried that there will be too much movement, and the news of everyone going down the mountain will be revealed, so this trip down the mountain will be in vain.

"I'm afraid it's not an ordinary bandit. Lin Xueshu said with a solemn expression.

Qi Yuzheng was slightly stunned and asked, "What does Senior Brother Lin mean?"

"The big knife just now is estimated to weigh dozens of pounds, and the perpetrator can make the clouds and flowing water quite windy and remnant, which is definitely not something that ordinary bandits can do. Lin Xueshu followed the vine and speculated boldly.

The mountain wind struck again, the potholed pools sparkled, the sea of trees churned in the darkness of the mountain forest, and a group of salivating swordsmen sneaked in.

"It's coming!" Lin Xueshu clearly sniffed out the murderous intent lurking around, his sleeves stirred without wind, and a white and flawless crystal clear jade book rose from his sleeves.

Before the words fell, the figure trembled in the shadows of the dense forest.

Dozens of swordsmen in swords jumped out of the mountains and forests in all directions, surrounding the people of Bunxia.

Then, there was another rustling sound in the darkness, and a burly one-eyed eagle-nosed man walked out of the darkness, dragging a large knife with a pitch-black knife with nine rings on its back, leaving a deep knife mark on the ground where it passed.

Chen Cheng had witnessed the thieves killing people and setting fires, and knew very well how these thieves who licked the blood on the knife edge were ruthless and did all kinds of evil, and he was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to draw his sword out of the sheath, and he couldn't wait to kill the swordsman in front of him without leaving a piece of armor.

Even if the sky collapsed in front of him, Qi Yuzheng, who was calm, stretched out his hand to hold down Chen Cheng's hand drawing his sword, Chen Cheng looked at Qi Yuzheng quite puzzled, this Changhong Peak's eldest disciple just shook his head slightly, Chen Cheng had to suppress the anger in his heart, and snorted coldly.

The origin of this group of swordsmen is unknown, Qi Yuzheng asked tentatively: "The junior and the heroes have never known each other, today happened to pass through Longshou Mountain, but unfortunately it rained heavily, so I rested in this Bodhisattva temple for one night, I don't know why the heroes hurt my junior brother so ruthlessly?"

Seeing that the one-eyed eagle-nosed man in the lead did not react, Qi Yuzheng continued: "If we inadvertently offend all the heroes, I will wait here to make a compensation." ”

The burly man with the one-eyed eagle nose raised his hand, put a big knife weighing dozens of catties on his shoulder, pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "I opened this road, I planted this tree, I want to pass by, leave the money to buy the road." ”

Qi Yuzheng frowned deeply, he couldn't imagine that this group of clothed swordsmen was really the demon king of the mixed world on Longshou Mountain, specializing in licking blood from the knife edge and cutting off children and grandchildren.

"It's such a big scene, people who don't know think that which gate sect is passing by here and the road is uneven, it turns out that it is just a thief in the mountains who took advantage of the dark moon and high wind to block the road and rob. Chen Cheng sneered.

The one-eyed eagle-nosed man turned a deaf ear to Chen Cheng's ridicule, took a step forward, and said, "Have you thought about it, quickly leave the valuable things on your body, our brothers are anxious, if you are in a hurry, then Lao Tzu will not be able to stop it." ”

"What? No silver? It doesn't matter, the swords on my body are all left to make up the number, and these two chicks have to be left behind. The one-eyed eagle said with a blushing eye.

Zhang Yuruo, who had a cold temperament, snorted and said in a outrageously cold tone: "The toad opens its mouth to the sky, swallows the sky and eats the moon!"

The water is cold out of the sheath.

The one-eyed eagle sneered: "Toast if you don't eat and drink, give it to me!"

At the sound of an order, dozens of swordsmen in swords swarmed up, and the figures on the slippery mountain road were speeding and muddy water splashed everywhere.

The white-clothed figure moved, the cold light in his hand was three feet three, avoiding several head-on swordsmen, Qianqian's long legs were lightly like white butterflies sweeping the lake, one foot stepped on the shoulder of a clothed knifeman, and the other foot stepped on the top of the head of another clothed knifeman, and flew lightly and freely among the clothed swordsmen.

The white clothes are dashing, and the bun is like flowing clouds.

Bai Yun's eyes were obsessed, and he stared at the white shadow blankly.

"Beware!" Li Zishan exclaimed.

Immediately after the mountain and river fan came out, blocking a sneak attack on Baiyun's sword, at the same time, several clothed swordsmen pounced at the same time with the momentum of hunting, Baiyun was caught off guard, and in the panic, the god wrapped in white cloth was blocked, almost at the same moment the knife shook, Bai Yun was in a hurry to defend as an attack, and the god flew up and down in his hand, continuously blocking the aggressive attack of the swordsman in the cloth.

After this confrontation, Bai Yun was impressed by the Shen Tu Sword, this strange appearance of the wooden sword was really extraordinary, and after a few rounds of fighting with the clothed swordsman, it was not only intact, but also broke the sharp broadsword in the hand of the clothed swordsman. Qing Yezi once said that the sword of the god is as strong as a rock and can block the world's sharp weapons, but Bai Yun has doubts, not to mention whether the god can really block the world's sharp weapons, if the wood is stained with water and ignites a fire, it will become a rotten wood, so before going down the mountain, Bai Yun specially wrapped a white cloth strip for the god, and now it seems that what Qing Yezi said is true and not a lie.

In the face of the ferocious bite of the clothed swordsman, Bai Yun's mind condensed a line, and his wrist rotated and swung his sword to sweep, making the sword dance in the eight swords in the dust, and the sword dance of the eight desolations in the dust was immediately cut out of a thick sword qi, and the menacing clothed swordsman retreated and flew out.

Wait and see how the battle goes.

The people of Jixia Mountain fought with dozens of clothed swordsmen in the dark, and the white-clothed body was sharp, and the head of the swordsmen flashed overhead, and the sword shone and coldly took out the one-eyed man who spoke wildly, and the one-eyed man knew the intention of the white-clothed man, but he still stood in place unmoved, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The white clothes have a cold face, the white sleeves open and close like flowing clouds falling to the ground, and the swordsmanship unfolds like a drizzle falling from the sky.

The one-eyed eagle-nosed man's eyes lit up, but he only turned sideways slightly, avoiding the edge of the white clothes, and then took a stride and dragged the jet-black broadsword to jump behind the white clothes, like a meteor catching the moon in a moment, the one-eyed man turned into a black shadow, and the big knife weighing dozens of catties in his hand was full of a spitting poisonous snake, which slammed down towards the back of the woman in white.

Zhang Yuruo, who was dressed in white, frowned, stepped out and stood still like a jack falling, and then turned around and put the Shui Han Sword horizontally in front of him, and ate the knife of the one-eyed eagle.

With a bang, the swords exploded like thunder, Zhang Yuruo felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the aftermath after the knife strength still made her take a few steps back.

"What a lot of knife strength!" Zhang Yuruo said secretly in his heart.

Without waiting for Zhang Yuruo to have half a moment of thinking, the one-eyed eagle picked up the big knife to chase after the victory, the big knife flew sand and stones, water droplets splashed, leaves flew, and the ground fell out one after another distinct knife marks, exactly the same as the knife marks on the wall of the mountain temple, Zhang Yuruo waved his sword to meet the defense and attack, and the sword surged out with the steps, like mercury pouring into the ground.

Although the attack of the white clothes was like a rapid tide, encompassing the momentum of swallowing everything, the one-eyed eagle was always unable to splash water within three steps.

"I don't think you're still capable of anything. The one-eyed eagle laughed.

Bai Yi's move seemed to be poor in donkey skills, but in fact, he deliberately threw bricks and jade, and secretly deduced the flaws of the one-eyed eagle, first Lingyan turned over to avoid the edge of the jet-black broadsword, and then raised the sword and wrist, the whole process Baiyi did not have a trace of procrastination in one go, the one-eyed eagle could not react, and the water cold sword left a bloody mark on his face.

The one-eyed man's face was filled with new scars, oozing shocking beads of blood, and he retracted his chilling smile, his face changed, and his knife momentum suddenly skyrocketed.

The jet-black broadsword swept through thousands of armies like a sweep, and the white clothes had no time to think carefully about blocking the sword with a sword again.

Boom!

This knife is not trivial, the white-clothed Zhang Yuruo was bounced away with a sword, and spit out a pool of blood, and the water cold got out of his hand and planted deep into the mud.

But the one-eyed eagle didn't intend to stop there, and the vicious beast grinded its teeth and sucked blood: "His grandmother's, even your eagle grandfather's face dares to move, see if Lao Tzu doesn't chop you into meat sauce." With that, the nine copper rings behind the broadsword rattled.