Ning Shi squatted on the corner and vomited.

Thunder rolling.

Electric flashes.

I don't know when, all the sword cultivators wearing felt hats climbed up to the eaves, and with a roar, they all drew their swords and slashed, and the center of the sword light was Meng Bajiu.

"Sword Eater Demon!"

"Suffer death!"

"Kill!"

Meng Bajiu stood alone in the middle of the street, dressed in white, the corners of his clothes shook slightly, and his expression, which was still gentle and indifferent just now, suddenly became murderous, and he turned his head to look at Ning Shi, who was still vomiting: "You see, sometimes it's really not my aunt who wants to eat swords, it's these swords that come to the door by themselves, and if my aunt doesn't eat swords, the swords will eat my aunt." ”

"Auntie. ”

"Gross. ”

"Are you going to kill someone?"

"Gross. ”

"Can you not ...... Gross!"

Ning Shi lay on the side of the road, bending over and vomiting, looking up with Venus in his eyes, and looking down with a mouth full of wine, he couldn't stop it if he wanted to: "Drinking and making mistakes, don't drink again in the future." ”

Ning Shi opened his eyes vigorously, and many shaking figures appeared in mid-air, and the shaking people were dizzy.

The sword cultivator who slayed the demons, with that loud shout, rushed down from all directions of the roof, occupied a high altitude advantage, and slashed Huashan with force.

"Sword. ”

"That's not how it works. Meng Bajiu looked at the crowd rushing down and said this, and then leaned forward empty-handed, grabbed the sword of the first person with two white fingers, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly took a step forward with his left foot.

The sword is the standard sword of the Tang Kingdom, the sword body is straight, the tip of the sword is sharp, the sword body has a reverse blade, and the blade is engraved with two blood groove fine lines.

After the beating of the night rain, Ning Shi's strength finally woke up a little, his eyes widened, staring at the sword in his aunt's hand without blinking, and then he saw the blade of the sword sliding straight towards the chest of the others.

However.

The scene of blood gushing never appeared.

At the last moment, Meng Bajiu changed the position of the blade and the blade of the sword.

A dull slapping sound.

Mixed with crisp bone cracks.

Every time Meng Bajiu took out his sword, the back of the sword would hit the chest of the person who came with it, and he couldn't see the slightest sword qi, nor did he have the strange scene of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, and it was not even as beautiful as the rookie cultivators in the armor-piercing realm fighting.

Siege by hundreds.

There was no screaming and wailing, only heavy blows and cracked bones, and falling to the ground was unconscious.

The man in Tsing Yi, who rushed to the front and roared angrily for Meng Bajiu to be killed, didn't even touch the corners of Meng Bajiu's clothes, and was directly shot away. Like a kite with a broken string, it fell more than ten meters away in extreme misery, and coincidentally smashed on the water chestnut of a stone lion.

Roar

It came to an abrupt end.

Soon, the sword cultivators who jumped off the roof all fell to the ground unconscious, and those who had not yet had time to jump off. His eyes subconsciously followed Meng Bajiu's sword and the people who flew out, drawing an extremely long arc.

Fear.

Follow the eyes and quickly spread throughout the body.

People can only be fearless if they are fearless, and when they see and feel it, they will have concerns.

Now, a difficult problem was placed in front of the roof sword cultivator: "My companion has already jumped, what about myself, to jump or not to jump?"

Jump.

Courage is commendable, worthy of the heart, worthy of the sky, worthy of the uprising, but it is likely to suffer the back of the sword like a sledgehammer, cracking bones and chest.

Don't jump.

From then on, even if the sword cultivators of Luoyang City lost face, they would be embarrassed by the landless, and they would never be able to raise their heads in front of the cultivators of the Four Seas Divine Prefecture.

Lose.

Acceptable.

But we can't dare to lose, and we can't even have the courage to fight.

"Kill!"

Finally, another sword cultivator who was full of blood and didn't even want his life shouted and jumped down.

Immediately after that, a figure took off, thudmed, and fell twenty meters away, hitting the corner of the wall, his chest collapsed, and his head was bleeding.

The rain was cold, and the hands were cold, and the feet were even colder.

The sword cultivator on the roof finally understood a fact: "Since Meng was eighty or ninety-six years old, the legend of Mr. Jianmen Jiu has been circulating, but I don't see her have an accident, it's not that everyone doesn't kill demons, it's demons, it's too powerful." ”

......

It is said that Mr. Jianmen Jiu kills without blinking.

Tonight.

She hasn't killed anyone yet.

The middle of the street fell silent again, there was not a single shout of killing, no one dared to jump off the roof again, no one was willing to get close to Meng Bajiu anymore, and they didn't even want to look at her again.

Suddenly.

Meng Bajiu looked up at the roof.

Everyone on the roof took a step back.

Meng Bajiu glared, and the group of people took another step back.

Then, Meng Bajiu raised the sword in his hand violently and made a pre-slash.

Hula burst of tiles flying, and in the blink of an eye, the sword cultivation on the roof disappeared completely.

On the stone bridge in the distance.

The two sword-wielding old men, their brows were already furrowed together, they had not come into contact with Meng Bajiu, but they had expected that Meng Bajiu would be very strong, but the people who came to besiege and kill tonight were all serious sword cultivators, and the worst ones were all armor-piercing realms.

Legend has it that Meng Bajiu's realm is about the peak of the realm of proverbs.

Armor-piercing, letter sword, enlightenment, spirit rhino, cocoon-breaking, proverbs...... Proverbs are already the pinnacle of the Six Realms, but as long as they don't enter the Three Realms of Transformation Gods, they are all mortals, and the power of a mortal is limited after all. Two fists are invincible to four hands, and Luoyang's Chuntang Sword Club wants to use the advantage of numbers to defeat Meng Bajiu.

Now it seems.

It's more than ridiculous.

"This Meng Bajiu, the use of strength has reached the point of lifting weights, and every part of the force is used just right. I thought that this group of sword cultivators would consume some of this person's true yuan, but now it seems that it is really a joke, and the other party has not even leaked half a point of sword qi. The two sword-wielding old men looked at the crowd that was still running wildly on the rooftops, and they were furious.

These people can escape, but they can't escape, because the sect's deer ear sword has already been eaten by Meng Bajiu, and they must respond and show it to the cultivators of the Four Seas Divine Prefecture.

The rivers and lakes are the most face-heavy.

Killable.

Don't be humiliated.

The sword-wielding old man on the stone bridge had his palms covered with beads of sweat, and the butterfly-tailed sword became tighter and tighter.

Ning Shi covered his small chest and got up with difficulty, and finally stopped vomiting, but found that his aunt's hand holding the sword was not put down: "Auntie, isn't the battle over yet?

Coughing vigorously twice, Ning Shi looked around: "I behaved very well today, and I didn't kill anyone." ”

Meng Bajiu pouted: "How can it be so simple to kill someone, besides, my aunt is about to eat the sword nine thousand nine, who knows if the crane will directly take my aunt to the unknowable land, I can't leave you too much mess." Killing people in Luoyang City, my aunt is gone, you can't go. ”

Meng Bajiu scratched the tip of Ning Shi's nose.

Ning Shi raised his eyebrows: "Hmph! count you as having a conscience!"

Meng Bajiu seemed to have something to say, but he suddenly turned around, with a surprised expression on his face, opened his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "I know that this Luoyang City will not disappoint, since the deer ear sword has been eaten, there is no reason to disappear later, naturally someone has to come to seek revenge, and this time the sword is more fragrant than the deer ear." ”