It was only thirty miles out of Lin'an Mansion. The Kurou Sword exerted its power.

Floating Jade Mountain.

Towering into the clouds, lush trees.

Such an environment is also a good place for bandits to live.

As soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, there was a rustling sound from the surrounding trees. Li Xiaoqian was fine, but I immediately felt that the situation was not good. After all, he has been a bandit in Yandang Mountain for many years, and he still has some understanding of the rules of the bandits' actions.

At that time, we were on the way to the north around the Floating Jade Mountain, the path was narrow, the carriage and horses were difficult to travel, the east was a dark green river, sparkling and scaly, and the west was the towering Floating Jade Mountain, two rows of trees were overgrown, it was an excellent place to block the road and rob.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded, and the forest shouted, and more than a dozen strong men suddenly appeared, brandishing large knives and rushing towards us like hungry tigers.

Before Li Xiaoqian and I could react, those people had already surrounded us. More than a dozen people, with long knives and snowy snow, reflected the shadows of the forest trees, emitting a cold air.

"Leave money without life, stay life without wealth. Take your pick!"

A well-mannered young man stepped forward, his voice as gentle as his dress, but his gaze as sharp as an eagle, as cold as all robbers who murder and rob.

The young man pulled a scimitar from his waist.

In this world, it is not uncommon for knives to be straight and curved. But it was too strange to bend the knife in his hand.

The knife was almost curved into a circle, the tip of the knife was only a few inches away from the handle, and the end was almost connected. The blade has a golden color, like it is made of pure gold!

Li Xiaoqian raised his voice and asked, "Who is here?"

The young man said, "Less nonsense. Money or death?!"

Li Xiaoqian smiled and said, "It's fatal, of course it's fatal." ”

The young man snorted coldly and tucked the scimitar into his waist. I had a strong curiosity about his knife, which I had never seen before.

"What are you looking at?!" the young man shouted, pointing at me and saying, "Isn't it looking for death!"

Sure enough, a man is not to be a person, and this person's words and deeds are not at all like what he looks like.

I said, "Dare to ask...... What kind of knife is that?" I think I should be polite and try to be as modest as possible, just like Li Xiaoqian did to Yuantong. Only then will the man tell me so that he will not be inexplicably irritated by me.

However, I was wrong!

The man was still angry. He stared at a pair of eyes that almost burst into flames, and his expression was so hideous that he swept away his Sven!

He pulled out the scimitar again, and with a flash of golden light, a thigh-thick tree fell to the ground with a "click".

The branches fell to the ground, and the dust raised seven feet high, covering the man's face, but not the light of the scimitar.

What a good knife!

"Is this knife pure gold?" I asked.

The reason why I ask this is because many years ago, when I was in Zhenjiang with Master Eight Spears, I had seen a knife made of pure gold. Of course, the shape of the knife is not as peculiar as this scimitar, but an ordinary appearance, very ordinary, very ordinary.

However, that knife was once famous in Zhenjiang. Because it's a knife made of pure gold. It costs three hundred taels of gold to make a sword, but the wages cost ten thousand taels of gold.

The owner of the golden knife is Wang Ping, the head of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau. He is a close friend of Master Eight Spears. Master Eight Spears is the richest friend in the rivers and lakes, and he is also the only

A rich friend.

When the golden knife was forged, Wang Ping held a golden knife fame conference in Zhenjiang. Wang Ping spread the news on the rivers and lakes: "The golden knife is fixed, and there is no comparable edge in the world"!

Because of this sentence, many people have gone up the rivers and lakes. But they didn't believe it, because gold is soft, and knives made of gold may be gorgeous, but they are not sharp or tough.

However, all of them are wrong. What they could not believe became an indisputable fact.

At the Golden Knife Fame Conference, Wang Ping invited out the golden knife, shining with a dazzling golden light in the sun, he waved the knife horizontally, and slashed on a huge stone with a "dang" sound.

The indestructible boulder is like tofu on a chopping board, instantly divided into two, the fracture is neat, and the cut surface is from top to bottom, all in one go. The Jianghu people present exploded in an instant, and the knife made of soft gold became the sharpest and toughest knife in the world.

That night, the golden knife was stolen.

Wang Ping poured the power of the dart bureau and searched for the bandits in eight ways. Eight groups of people searched outside for five days and five nights. But the golden knife and the bandit disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

Later, Wang Ping went crazy. Later, he wiped his neck with an ordinary knife.

That golden knife never appeared on the rivers and lakes again.

Now, another golden knife appeared in front of me. Although, this golden knife is not the one I saw back then. But its power is almost as powerful as the golden sword, and it may even be exactly the same.

The golden knife is fixed, and the rivers and lakes are incomparable.

If it's true. Then this knife is definitely a famous magic weapon. Now, why is it buried in the hands of an unknown robber?

Li Xiaoqian gently tugged at the corner of my clothes and whispered, "You don't want to die? Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

Obviously, the young man didn't want to tell me anything about his golden knife. For he did not open his mouth to answer my question, not only did he not answer, but he had laid the golden knife in front of me, no more than half a foot from my neck.

"Leave the money and get out of here, and ask the east and the west again, Lao Tzu will kill you!" the young man shouted.

Such a gentle-looking man calls himself "Lao Tzu", which feels really strange!

Li Xiaoqian hurriedly took out two ingots of silver, sent them to the man, and sneered: "Boss, it's not a respect." Let us go!"

The young man swept the silver ingot in his hand contemptuously and said, "That's it?"

"It's gone!" Li Xiaoqian immediately raised his arm and said, "That's all." I don't believe you!"

The young man glanced at Li Xiaoqian, then turned his gaze to me again, and asked, "What about you?"

I said, "I don't have any money." ”

The young man said, "Take out the things of value!"

I said, "I don't have anything of value." ”

The young man glanced at the man behind him, and a strong man stepped up and began to grope for me.

When one of his hands touched my cuff, his face changed with joy. I chuckled in my heart, and secretly screamed that it was not good. The man had put his hand into my cuff.

I hurriedly shook him off and took two steps back. Enraged by my movements, a group of robbers approached me.

The young man brandished a golden sword and slashed at me. The golden light is shining, as dazzling as the scorching sun, but the sword qi is as cold as bone marrow, and the killing intent is soaring!

I hurriedly drew the dagger in my sleeve.

"Zheng" sound.

Jiurou Sword was out of his body. I took advantage of the situation to block upwards, white light

In a flash, it collided with the golden light.

"Dang" sounded.

I felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, which spread to my arms and shoulders, and half of my body was almost unconscious from the force of the collision of the swords.

However, that wasn't enough to shock me. What struck me the most was the knife, the strangely shaped scimitar, the golden knife that cut the trunk of a tree with the snap of a finger, had been broken in two!

All of them were dumbfounded! The young man's astonishment was even greater!

I looked at the short sword in my hand. The white light flickered, the soft waves rippled, like a gentle woman lying quietly in my hands, the gems inlaid in the gauntlet shone brilliantly in the sun, it seemed to be the smile of a sword, a bright and proud smile!

This sword ...... God!

I was amazed, no matter whether that scimitar was like the golden knife that Wang Ping lost, it was a peerless divine weapon that shocked the world, it was definitely a good knife with extremely sharp edges. However, it lost to the short sword in my hand, and in an instant, it became two pieces!

The young man burst out with rage, and his eyes spewed flames that almost set me on fire. He raised the broken knife in his hand and lunged at me.

The knife was broken, but the broken knife still had a blade, and he held it up and swung it at my throat.

This time, with a lot of anger, he shot much faster. Seeing the blade cut my throat, but in an instant, I panicked, closed my eyes tightly, and completely subconsciously raised my hand, raised the sword in my hand, and struck it upward.

I didn't hear the clash of swords, I only heard a muffled grunt. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the young man's arm with the knife had been cut by me. He took two steps back, his hands covering his wounds, and his eyes revealed hatred for breaking my body into pieces.

When his men saw that he was injured, they raised their knives one after another, and a dozen knives shook in front of my eyes.

"Stop!" the young man shouted, "No one can move! Lao Tzu will slaughter him with his own hands today......

Before he could finish speaking, his voice suddenly became weak. He looked at the wound on his arm, his eyes were puzzled, and then he turned to horror. He looked at me and said, "You, you sword......"

What's wrong with my sword?

Just as I was wondering, I saw a pillar of blood on the young man's arm. Immediately, blood splattered outward from the small wound like a river bursting its banks.

All the people were stunned, they were dumbfounded, they were speechless, and they watched as the young man fell to the ground like a tree cut by stubble.

Blood was still splattering outward, staining large swaths of the land beneath our feet with a blood-red color. But the man had already lost his breath and became a corpse. A shriveled corpse, to be exact.

Master Eight Spears once said that killing a good person will make you regret it for life, but eradicating rape and eliminating evil will make people feel happy.

However, the first time I killed someone, killing a bandit who was robbing the road, I didn't feel the slightest bit of pleasure. I felt frightened, panicked, and incredulous.

The robbers who surrounded us hesitated, holding their feet in place, as if they wanted to get on but didn't dare to get up. Suddenly, a man threw the knife in his hand with a "clang" and ran towards the mountain with a howl.

Immediately, all the people threw away the knives in their hands, and more than a dozen people scattered in the blink of an eye.

"Damn!" Li Xiaoqian's expression was surprised, he walked over and said, "Yes, Dan Bing!

I asked, "What is?"

Li Xiaoqian gave me a thumbs up, stretched out his face in front of me, and said, "You are awesome!"

(End of chapter)