The fog of Longtoudu has long since dissipated, and now there is still some faint sunlight, which is just shining on the three men kneeling on the ground, and the sunlight seems to be still hot, so hot that they can't stop shaking.

The long-haired man stood firmly on the ground, looking up and down at the sickly swordsman in front of him.

A rusty sword, a thin waist, still coughing, the big man is really worried that a gust of wind can blow this swordsman to the ground.

Sick Jian smiled politely: I also have a major event today that needs to kill people and sacrifice flags, and this person must also have the surname Murong, do you say it is a coincidence?

The long-haired man suddenly became angry, and glared at a pair of eyes: Looking for death?

The sick sword put on a waiting look, and the long-haired man was even more angry, slammed his fists, and went straight to the door of the sick sword.

The Han cultivated the Murong family's famous Tianzhao Diye Boxing, when punching, the fists were wrapped in male energy, touching was injured, and the middle was dead, fierce and domineering, the Han only learned the intermediate, but there were few opponents in and out of the rivers and lakes.

In front of him, the big man's iron fist was about to swing to the face of the sick sword, and the big man thought that the sick sword was going to catch the sword, but who knew that the sick sword just dodged away gently, and the big man caught up with another punch, and was dodged again, and the big man felt like he was hitting a light leaf, and he was annoyed.

Dahan stopped his movements, stared at the sick sword that was still floating three feet away from him, and sneered: Presumably you know that white demon, now it's fine, his father ate the immortal medicine of our white-faced pharmacist, and he couldn't bear the immortal fate and died in vain, so you also went down to accompany him!

I remembered the cold dungeon, the disgusting white face, and the pile of medicine that kept pouring into my mouth.

Sick Sword also laughed coldly: Oh, that white-faced rotten ass is not dead yet, it's really good.

A red light appeared on the big man's body, and his face was full of pride: You should keep these words and tell the dead father of the white demon!

At this time, Dahan stood with both hands and fists in front of his chest, the red light burned to the fullest, Dahan slowly opened his fists, as if pulling the power of Qianjun, bounced off his fists, and a strong force swept in all directions, the first to be affected was the three refugees who knelt and crawled on the side, and the three people also reacted, and they were already carried by the energy, and hit the rocks on the side of the road.

Dahan was even more proud, three zhang away, he smashed down with a punch at the sick sword, a huge fist, about to smash into the head of the sick sword, to the surprise of Dahan This time the sick sword did not dodge.

The sick sword just raised the sword in his hand lightly with one hand, and when it was in the first gear, there was a bang, and the swords and fists intersected, like an earthquake, shaking the surrounding dead leaves.

The sword of the sick sword steadily blocked the giant fist of the big man, and the big man was surprised, and immediately handed out several punches in succession, but the rusty sword was steadily stopped.

Dahan stepped on the ground violently, and the whole person raised a pair of red fists, and went straight to the sick sword, and the big man directly smashed the place where the sick sword stood like a mountain, smashing out a big pit, and for a while the dust was everywhere, and he couldn't see the situation inside.

When the dust settled, Dahan found that there was nothing in the pit, except for some debris and dust.

At this time, the voice of the sick sword came from behind the big man: It's my turn now!

Five rusty swords conjured up in the air, and the big man's limbs and neck turned sharply in a circle, and then disappeared.

The big man touched his head, feeling that it was still there, and glanced back at the sick sword suspiciously.

The sick sword suddenly realized: Oh! I haven't drawn the sword yet, it's going to be fine right away, don't worry.

The sick sword gently pushed the hilt of the sword with his thumb, just a thumb away, and immediately put the sword back into its scabbard, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief as if he had done something very delicate.

The big man who was standing on the ground like a big bell just now fell to the ground in an instant, leaving only his head still swinging on the ground.

Sick Jian walked up to him and looked down at him: You are young, you don't know what it means to be immortal with a sword, I don't blame you, just remember it in the next life, in fact, I have been thinking about how to make a move just now, and I pinched you to death if I didn't pay attention, but no one helped me talk.

The big man slumped on the ground, blood still spitting out of his mouth, trying to say something, but all that came out was the syllables of uh-huh-ahh

The sick sword patted the dust on his body, and the dust fell in the eyes of the big man, so anxious that the big man's head swung even more fiercely.

The sick sword sorted out his clothes and looked at the big man who was still moving around on the ground: Oh? Why should I torture you like this? Because I think ah, the surname Murong should die, in fact, I am still gentle, if the person on the wheel over there moves, I am afraid of his methods, I think so much about you, you must help me with this, help me bring a message to Murong Old Turtle: My mountain snow master, please ask his whole family to Chinese New Year's Eve, pass the Qingming, hahahaha!

The wanton laughter was scattered in the wind and spread far and wide.

Sick Sword looked at the old woman in front of him and stared at the green hairpin on her head for a long time.

When the old woman saw that the murderer had just cleaned up the big man, she went straight to herself, and her heart was full of trepidation.

Sick Jian piled up a polite smile: That Bai Qingping is my distant cousin, I just heard my cousin say that you took special care of her in the village, and now I come to thank you.

After speaking, he handed out a two-bar wide gold bar, the old woman had stayed in the village all her life and stole it, where had she ever seen such a wide and large gold bar, and looked at the sick sword with a disbelieving face, and the sick sword nodded and smiled.

The old woman hurriedly snatched the gold bar from the sick sword's hand with both hands, held it in her hand, her mouth opened so wide that she was so surprised that she couldn't speak, she could only hold it in her hand, and show off in circles with the people around her.

Suddenly, from that wide open mouth, a fish with a red body flew out, fell to the ground and moved, and died.

A curious refugee, leaning forward, and as soon as he saw it, he screamed loudly, where was some red fish, but a long tongue.

The sick sword still smiled politely, and slowly took the hairpin from the old woman's head: the tongue is used to speak well, you always chew the root of the tongue and talk nonsense, you see that your tongue is not happy, run away by yourself, alas!

When the sick sword passed by the master of Shan Xue, Shan Xue put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the cup and said: Arbitrarily use the name of the master of Shan Xue, but he will be as bad as the white-faced pharmacist.

Sick Jian touched the wheel car that the master of Shan Xue was sitting on with his hand: Whether I am rotten or not is still undecided, if you sit like this again, it will definitely be rotten, Jade girl, have you ever thought that he may actually be better?

Yu Slender looked at the mountain snow master with a smile, and the mountain snow master lowered his head and fiddled with his cuffs and did not speak.

The sick sword hugged Bai Qingping from Yu Shou's hand, looked at the sleeping person in his arms and said slowly: Cause and effect are determined, since the sky is about to fall, then I will bear it.

Then the sick sword inserted the vermilion hairpin on Bai Qingping's head, and suddenly Bai Qingping was wrapped in a burst of golden light, and the world was illuminated transparently, and the golden light dispersed.

With soft white hair, a snow-white face, two touches of redness, and slightly closed eyes, scattering a little different pupil brilliance.

Looking at the sick sword's expression, the master of the mountain snow touched Yu Slender with his elbow: Do you see? What is the indecent color embryo, this is called the indecent color embryo, and my name is the merry one.

Yu Thin also recovered from his distraction, and then there were two more stitches on the buttocks of the master of the mountain snow.

The sick sword took out a small bamboo pipe from his sleeve, then wrote four words on the note, stuffed it in, and then threw the small bamboo pipe into the air, and after a firework exploded, the small bamboo pipe flew away.

The owner of the mountain snow looked at the sick sword with a smile: Now that you have concerns, you don't have to go this time, for a person who is about to have a home, this trip is unlucky.

Sick Sword looked at the person in his arms: I'm afraid I won't go, your death is too ugly, I have to settle her first, you go to that person first, I will appear when you are about to be killed, don't worry.

The master of the mountain snow laughed: Those who don't come, rotten ass, let's go.

Saying that, the master of the mountain snow and his party got into the carriage and prepared to leave Longtoudu.

The carriage passed by the long-haired man who was still twitching on the ground, Yu Thin frowned, and Shan Xue said with a smile at this time: The five emperors of this sick ghost have broken off their karma, there is a wonderful point, the five major points on the human body have been cut off at the same time, as if the whole body is paralyzed, from then on, this person, seeing the light and dying, dying by the wind, can only live in a dark and damp place for the rest of his life, and he has to take a large number of rare and exotic herbs every day to save his life, I don't know if your old Murong loves you, this little Murong?

After hearing this, the long-haired man could no longer speak, but his convulsions were a little larger.

The master of Shanxue turned his face and asked Yu Shou with a smile: Yu'er, do you know what the four words written by the sick sword are?

Yu Thin looked dazed: You happened to be in front of you at that time, where can I see clearly.

The master of the mountain snow stared at the roof of the carriage and said slowly: Come and pick up your mother.

After hearing this, Yu Thin's face was full of colors, and the owner of the mountain snow laughed.