The old generation of the rivers and lakes has masters and grievances, and the younger generation naturally has masters and grievances.

The older generation is fighting for interests, and the younger generation is fighting for spirit.

But there are always people who do not fight for interests or will, and do whatever they want, and are free.

Sikong Lanyue is obviously such a person, he is extremely talented, and he uses books to enter the sword, but he has never been able to get rid of the indifference and uninhibition of the reader.

Countless people crowded together on the streets, forming a large circle, and the seven top young masters in the circle were ready to go. And he was on the balcony upstairs, drinking a little wine, watching the excitement.

Nangong Yue was beside him, since that night, where he was, Nangong Yue was there, and where Nangong Yue was, he must be there.

They are inseparable.

"Why don't you go?" Nangong Yue picked up the flask and poured him a glass, hesitated slightly, and poured herself another half glass.

Sikong Lanyue drank the liquor in the cup in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Where is there any fun in drinking? What's more, don't you like me to participate in these things?"

Nangong Yueqiao's face was slightly red, and she said, "Where can men do things, where can women care?"

Sikong Lanyue pointed to his wine glass and said, "But I just like to be managed by you, and I can't change it!"

Nangong Yue filled him with wine and said, "But I always feel that it's not good to restrict you like this, and I should support you." ”

Sikong Lanyue's heart warmed when he heard this, and he laughed and said: "Go to the mother's grievances, I'm not interested, my biggest wish is to stay with you for life, you can support it." ”

Nangong Yue's face was flushed, but she didn't speak, she just honestly served him vegetables.

A voice suddenly said, "Drinking, can you count me as one?"

Sikong Lanyue looked back and saw a middle-aged man with a yellow face and thin muscles, dressed in black, holding a broken sword in his hand, walking slowly.

He was about thirty years old, but his pale face and haggard countenance made him look older, and when he saw the wine, a pair of cloudy eyes had a hint of life.

He ignored Sikong Lanyue, went up and grabbed the wine jug, and poured two sips before he breathed a heavy sigh of relief and sat down on the table beside him.

Wine seems to be his life, and only when he drinks does he seem to be alive.

Sikong Lanyue smiled: "Drink it, I'll pay you as much as you drink." ”

The man smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Inviting me to drink is like saving my life." ”

He smiled incomparably desolately, and Sikong Lanyue realized that the corners of this person's eyes were wrinkled, and he was probably not too young.

Sikong Lanyue smiled, looked downstairs, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

After gathering momentum for a long time, I finally got started.

He Huanyu pointed at the spear, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in place, and a golden light appeared in the air almost at the same time.

Everyone exclaimed, and hurriedly looked up, only to see the spear in his hand magnificent, like a golden dragon, stabbing towards the black knife Gu Feng.

This blow even the grandmaster couldn't help but change color, and secretly said in his heart, the unity of man and gun, this son is really extraordinary, but I don't know who the master is.

Gu Feng had already learned He Huanyu's methods, so he naturally didn't dare to be careless, the long knife wheel in his hand turned a few times, and the black light flashed, but he didn't dare to fight hard.

He knew that He Huanyu was born with divine power, infinite strength, strong internal strength, and every shot he fired was almost indomitable, which was not comparable to his peers at all.

Although the realm was the same as him, and he also took a fierce route, he didn't dare to meet this shot, so he could only keep retreating.

He Huanyu's figure flickered, striding after him, the long sword was like a dragon, swallowing a terrifying cold light, and everyone who watched it felt furious in their hearts, as if they had been locked by a spear.

Wang Chen's face changed slightly, he naturally saw He Huanyu's amazing shot in the inn, but he didn't expect to be able to force Gu Feng back.

Since it was a north-south battle, naturally there was no need to forcibly abide by the one-on-one routine, and the black mace in his hand was horizontal, he shouted angrily, and suddenly smashed straight towards the tip of the gun.

The huge shadow carried the momentum of pulling out the mountain, and smashed down, and before the shadow arrived, the street floor was already trembling slightly, and it continued to crack.

Gu Feng saw Wang Chen cooperating with him, and he also suddenly paused, and the long knife shook, and a knife suddenly slashed out, heading straight for He Huanyu's throat.

It's a never-ending style of play!

"If you want to win with more, it's not so easy!" Luo Xiaoheng shouted loudly on the side, his long hair danced wildly, and his figure was like a dragon, and he suddenly jumped out.

The person was in the air, and a punch was already raised, carrying the internal force of the whole body, and it slammed down!

His figure was tall, and his muscles bulged up his military uniform, like a humanoid beast, and his gestures erupted with tremendous energy.

In the face of the powerful Shadow, He Huanyu was not afraid at all, raised his hands, picked up his spear, broke the force with his force, and suddenly collided with the Shadow, bursting out of a blazing spark, and a sonorous sound spread all over the street.

Upstairs, Nangong Yue hurriedly covered her ears, her head was still buzzing from the shock, and Sikong Lanyue smiled: "These two people have a lot of strength. ”

At this time, the black knife Gu Feng's mangs had arrived, and the ring-shaped black qi exuded a chilling edge, and a cloud of black light suddenly surged out of Luo Shuheng's body, instantly covering his fist completely and smashing towards the sword.

I heard a tooth-aching sonorous sound, and two streams of black light collapsed at the same time and shot out.

Everyone was shocked, retreating again and again, and the remnants of the black mang were blocked by the aura wall of the elder grandmaster-level figures, which did not hurt the onlookers with low martial arts.

However, everyone was shocked by Luo Shuheng, and some southerners knew him and knew that he was the son of Luo Shen, the head of the Luo family, but they didn't expect that a young man in a small town would have such strength.

It is almost unheard of to smash the ring-shaped sword of the third young master of the Central Plains with one punch and shake the weapon with his flesh.

Luo Shu took a few steps back, and laughed loudly: "It's really amazing!

He stabbed his horse with a step, and the internal force in his body continued to merge into two fists, as if he had set two huge sets. People have no doubt that if this punch were to hit a person's body, it would definitely be shattered.

Gu Feng glanced around and found that many northern martial arts people were present, including the elders he knew, and his heart suddenly became nervous.

He cares very much about his reputation, and on such occasions, he must not lose face, otherwise he will really have no face.

He said coldly: "Okay! I'll let you see the longitudinal return knife technique of the family master!"

He raised the black knife in his right hand, and with a turn of his wrist, the black knife suddenly flipped up, blowing out a powerful wind, and then his body suddenly flashed, and the black knife suddenly drew a big circle.

The big circle continues to circle with the black knife, and the black mangs are swirling, big and small, rising and shrinking, and it is weird.

Luo Shu was fearless, and smashed straight into it, and the powerful force surged away. Who knew that when the circle turned, it actually attached his arm firmly to the circle.

Gu Feng hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and the black knife suddenly slashed towards Luo Xuan's right hand.

The crowd exclaimed, "If this sword goes down, I'm afraid this right hand will be gone."

Luo Shuheng's face was solemn, he gathered all his strength, and his right arm did not retreat, but stretched forward. For a while, the black light was great, and the condensed internal force of the arm suddenly exploded, and the powerful two forced Gu Feng out.

On He Huanyu's side, the two were already entangled together. The shadows are vertical and horizontal, the guns are all over the sky, the two of them open and close, and the figures flash again and again, and the moves are fatal.

But both of them are at the pinnacle of the transformation realm, and they are also fierce all the way, although they have contacts, they have no victory or defeat, and it is difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

Sikong Lanyue drank the liquor in the cup, and his eyes began to turn to Jiangnan Gongzi, he is a person who uses a sword, so he naturally pays more attention to Jiangnan Gongzi, a swordsman.

Nangong Yue looked at him with an excited face, quietly poured the wine for him, and sighed slightly in her heart.

This is a stage for young people, and it is also a stage to prove themselves, but because of himself, Sikong Lanyue did not participate.

She understands that as long as she is a man, she has to prove herself after all.

What's more, Sikong Lanyue is extremely talented, and he loves swordsmanship very much in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have spent so much time creating scholarly swordsmanship.

Should I persuade him to try?

For a while, she fell into a tangle, and once she entered the rivers and lakes, she could never get out.

Next to him, the sloppy man suddenly said to himself: "I was the same as him when I was young, and my choices were the same as him." I have never regretted it, but there is no peace in the troubled times, there will always be vendetta in the rivers and lakes, she is dead after all, and I am sinking after all. ”

This sentence seemed to respond to Nangong Yue's thoughts, and it seemed to talk about the past when he was young, Nangong Yue looked at his decadent face and numb eyes, and suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

She drank the liquor abruptly and grabbed Sikong Lanyue's hand.

Sikong Lanyue looked back and smiled, "What's wrong?"

His eyes were full of tenderness, and his face was full of sunshine and happiness, in stark contrast to the sloppy man.

She didn't hesitate any longer, held his hand tightly, and said, "I know what you think in your heart! You don't have to worry, I'm not with you to bring you worries!"

"What are you talking about?" Sikong Lanyue touched her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm already very happy with you, and I don't want anything else." ”

Nangong Yue shook her head and said, "If you really love, you should be honest with me, instead of treating me as a baby." Although my brother's death disgusted me, I want you to prove yourself and be like them!"

Sikong Lanyue no longer had a smile on his face, and his eyes looked directly at the group of fighting youths downstairs.

Nangong Yue's eyes were full of tenderness, and she said softly: "No matter where you are in the rivers and lakes, I will be your wife in the future." ”

Sikong Lanyue gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly hugged Nangong Yue, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He said quietly: "No matter where you are, the most important thing is you, even if you enter the rivers and lakes, Sikong Lanyue is still the moon." ”

Nangong Yue said: "Look down!"

Sikong Lanyue's eyes stared at the seven people below, and there was an indescribable wonder in his eyes.

And below, Jiangnan Gongzi and Qishi Shengzi looked at each other quietly, although their bodies did not move, their consciousness had already fought countless times.

As long as someone walks between them, they will definitely feel that two powerful momentum are intertwined, and they have entered a white-hot state!

The Holy Son of Qishi Mansion glanced at Jiangnan Gongzi deeply, and he knew at this moment that this person in front of him was by no means a waste of fame, he was very strong!

He began to sneer, slowly took a glove from his waist and placed it on his right hand.

When everyone looked at it, they saw that the glove was made of metal, shining with a silver metallic luster, and the five fingers were extremely sharp, and the back of the hand was hooked with barbs.

There is no doubt that the glove is indestructible and can easily tear flesh and bones.

In comparison, the long sword in the hand of Jiangnan Gongzi is extremely ordinary.

And the real master knows that the factor that determines the ordinariness of a weapon is not the weapon itself, but the person who uses it.

Back then, Li Changfeng, the Taishang Elder of the Yanshan Sword Sect and the Sword Venerable of the Jianghu Sect, was also an ordinary long sword, but he didn't know how many martial arts masters had taken their lives.

But no matter what, everyone knows that the two of them are finally going to do it!

Even, even a methodist powerhouse like Fu Hanyu couldn't help but faintly look forward to what kind of surprise these two young people could give themselves.