A middle-aged man splashing water stared intently at Zhu Mian, and the water droplets in his hand rolled towards the whetstone of the other person.

The whetstone had been rustled by a kitchen knife, and from time to time debris fell into the water with sparks, and the surface of the water began to boil, and a white mist jumped.

"Holy Father, there are soldiers. The splasher reminded in a low voice.

"Where does the Jun family live, the concubine lives in Hengtang. Stop the boat and ask each other for the time being, or maybe they are fellow villagers. The middle-aged man who sharpened his knife called "Holy Father" suddenly sang.

So they both turned their eyes back to them, sharpened their kitchen knives, shook their hands, and strode away from the West Lake, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

The overlord's hanging heart finally let go. That person had no killing intent towards himself, but he seemed to be interested in the high-ranking official holding the Longyuan Sword, and the overlord frowned slightly, then ripped off his shirt and tied it around his waist.

Everyone looked at his body, which was a pure masculine body.

Gui Zhuang seemed to have expected it, and looked at the overlord calmly, while Zhu Mian seemed to have an epiphany, and his right hand trembled a little uncontrollably. He knew that if they killed the sword-thief, the name would live down in the history books.

Li Jimian and Bei Hou were already hiding far away under the Zhu Wall, and the overlord's behavior of tearing his clothes surprised them.

At this moment, the wind and waves on the lake were calm, and all the cultivators stood on it without moving. The shore was full of soldiers armed with bows and crossbows and swords, and the noise that had just become crowded in the city gradually faded at this moment, and those who were not afraid of death were lying on the wall and watching quietly.

A cloud of water floated in the distance of the lake, slowly obscuring the mother of the sun. When the last ray of light was blocked, the overlord quickly slashed at the surface of the lake with his sword, and a continuous wall of water rushed towards everyone in a patchwork manner.

Wu Huanling's hands were quick, and he pierced the wall of water with a sword, and in a blink of an eye, he approached the thief. The overlord hugged the sword and slapped it, Wu Huanling was hit hard, turned over and rolled down to the shore. The force of this blow was so strong that everyone was shocked, and Wu Hanling actually rolled down ten zhang.

"What a cripple!" the overlord exclaimed, but still sneered and ridiculed, mocking Wu Hanling's one-arm as a "cripple".

Seeing this, Zhu Mian Guizhuang and the others rushed up with their swords, and everyone's aura withstood the water waves and sword light, constantly approaching the overlord. When the two were one zhang apart, the overlord picked up the water ball and hit it on everyone's sword qi circle, and heard three "dong dong dong" sounds, and three water columns rose into the sky, bursting the splash of the lake. The splash rippled from the center to the shore, slapping on the embankment, and sending out bursts of rage.

The two were frozen in the middle of the lake, and two large water circles surrounded two groups of people, and they kept hissing.

Liu San asked the soldiers to release a wave of crossbow arrows. The crossbow bolts hit the overlord's water circle and scattered and refracted to the shore, nailing them to the trees, houses, masonry, and sand.

Seeing that the crossbow arrows were ineffective, Wu Huanling drew his sword and personally slashed at the thief. He is generally not angry, he endures it three times and then makes a move, which is what he did when facing Cheng Yiyi.

But he has a great taboo, that is, his one-armed, and when he hears someone ridicule and ridicule, he glares angrily.

Ten years ago, since he broke his arm, he recuperated at home for half a year, and the anger in his heart was still uneven, and he decided to practice sword revenge. So he went south to learn swords at the Jiangxi Kendo Hall in Jiangnan West Road, but before he reached the mountain, he was stopped by an old man who claimed to be the little master of the Jiangxi Kendo Hall.

The old man had triangular eyes and a nose, and as soon as he saw Wu Huanling, he stretched out his hand and asked, "Xiaoyou, do you want to learn a sword?"

Wu Hanling nodded.

The old man said, "I'll teach you." ”

Wu Wanling smiled: "Old official, I can kill you with this punch, don't make the master happy, go and do your own work." ”

The old man didn't know what technique to use, and practiced one hundred and eighty swordsmanship in Wu Hanling's eyes, and Wu Hanling was fascinated, but the old man didn't move.

Wu Wanling obeyed, and the old man accepted him as an apprentice and only taught swords at night. Their master and apprentice stayed in a small cave in Junfeng Mountain for six years. Later, one day, the old man said that Wu Hanling could go down the mountain, and he drove him away without saying anything more. The old man was gone.

At this moment, facing the thief who ridiculed him in front of him, Wu Hanling gritted his teeth and vowed to do his best. So in the surprise of everyone's wide-eyed eyes, Wu Huan Ling slammed his sword into the thief like a meteor.

The overlord's water circle was like copper and iron, and Wu Huanling couldn't stab it with a sword, but it was rebounded a few feet. However, immediately several Wu Huan Ling flew in Zhongtian, stabbing with their swords incessantly, and the sound they made was like chiseling stones, "clattering".

This is Wu Huanling's original god, with the god sword.

Even Yan Shaowei, the owner of the Jiangxi Kendo Pavilion, may not be able to reach such a realm, but this expatriate can be perfect, which really surprised Zong Shaobo and Song Wu.

Li Jimian was stunned for a moment, he felt that he had to pay a visit to the Jiangxi Kendo Hall this time.

The water circle around the overlord is getting smaller and smaller, because the vitality in his body is depleting more and more. Wu Huanling is still flying and carving, and the thirty-six people will also be on the same when they see this.

The sweat on the overlord's head became more and more, and everyone saw that his abdomen was bulging faster.

Li Jimian raised a vitality group and rushed to the overlord, hearing a huge crack, his eyes flashed, the water splashed, the entire West Lake was shaken, and all the sword cultivators were overturned on the shore by the splash. Li Jimian is ready to do it. "Don't hurt my lord!" After a loud drink, lightning flashed and thundered, the wind and clouds surged, the sand flew away from the rocks, the trees trembled, and all kinds of strange things came one after another. Pure wind, showers, lightning, dead wood, thunder, strange stones, golden snakes, and Chu Ren appeared together with swords, seeing layers of sword flowers flying, between the sword light and sword shadows, they had already coerced the overlord to flee to Tianmu Mountain.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators present were injured to a greater or lesser extent, this battle was thrilling, a sword was worth a thousand gold, although they hated this thief very much, but everyone present admired this thief's cultivation, courage and combat power.

With a once-in-a-millennium physique, that kind of domineering and domineering atmosphere, they can't help but add another nickname after "Sword Saint", "Sword Buddha", "Sword Minister", and "Sword Idiot", "Sword Tyrant".

This battle did make the thieves mighty, but the pursuit did not end there, the mobilization of soldiers and horses continued, and the soldiers were wrapped in the three outer layers of the Hangzhou Mansion, of course, not only for this thief, but also for the sporadic civil unrest.

When the nine people fled and flew to Tianmu Mountain, two middle-aged people were whispering on the mountain road below, it was the two people who were sharpening kitchen knives by the West Lake.

Lightning said: "Slaughtered these two people." ”

When the two middle-aged people heard this, they slowly looked over their heads, and the middle-aged man at the head waved his hand casually and gently knocked down the nine people flying in the air.

The overlord recognized these two people, coughed and vomited blood, and encouraged support: "Tang Tu senior, still look at Haihan, let us live." ”

Lightning had already sensed that the two of them were extraordinary, but he was still unconvinced, and when he saw that the overlord was so low, he was even more angry, and shouted loudly: "I'll kill you two and fight again!"

The two middle-aged men frowned, and before they could make a move, the overlord slapped him with lightning in the face, and his voice was extremely crisp.

The overlord begged again: "Please raise your noble hand!" This time his voice was louder and more decisive.

Two middle-aged men walked into the deep forest one after the other, and the nine of them also hurriedly fled.

A middle-aged man said: "Emperor Mani, Ma Feng has news, he has been active in Taihu Lake recently. ”

The other nodded, looking into the distance thoughtfully.

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The battle of West Lake shook the owner of the Twelve Mountains.

On the top of the twelve-fold mountain, there is a thousand-year-old coarse jade sword magnetic square plate that is three zhang long, three zhang wide, and three zhang high. Seeing its pointer quickly slide around the plate, the three of them were surprised: "Is there still a little grandmaster on the land? ”

One of them retracted his gaze, turned around and said to the other two, "Don't worry about that for now, this one under the mountain is about to start again." ”

I saw that Li Brown had rested well, adjusted his body well, and was ready to go up to Sanchong Mountain for the final battle.