If this Tang Jianghu is pushed forward for more than ten years, and you can ask who is the leader of the rivers and lakes, it must undoubtedly be Li Jianshen, or Her Majesty the Empress.

A little further back, there is Du Shusheng and the old man Pei Min who came out of the Sword Pavilion.

Under the legend of these peerless and invincible Tang Dynasty, there are still a group of people, these people are not like those legendary characters, so far away, these people, even if they are an ordinary martial artist, come to the door to meet them, and begging, they will definitely be able to see them.

Among these people, the most top-notch is like the first swordsman in the Tang Dynasty today, Feng Yuanyi, the eunuch before the temple; or Qian Zangzhen, who now runs from the rich land of Jiangnan Province to the temple as an official; and the other one who can handle it is Zhang Jiming, who was invincible under the so-called double swords in the northern Xinjiang of the Tang Dynasty.

But after all, he has been a character who has disappeared for more than ten years, and now he suddenly appeared on the head of the Wandering Soul Castle City, and few people will really remember that such an old man once appeared on the rivers and lakes.

Time flies, years change. In the past ten years, every year, every day, countless sons and daughters have stepped into the rivers and lakes, and many people have chosen to retreat to the mountains and forests, and they have gradually been forgotten.

For example, the Nan Youqian Zangzhen from Jiangnan Province, when he walked on the street, how many girls were pregnant with spring. That golden crystal pen, in his hand, was like a Yama judge from hell, asking about life and death. Who can sleep peacefully with the people he remembers?

It's not that I have bowed my head in front of the years, and I have caused a commotion on the rivers and lakes, and only by taking refuge in the temple can I now get mixed up with an official position that is not very important, but can barely make a living.

Zhang Jiming, who is already under the city wall and splits a road with double knives, will definitely not pay attention to whether others really remember that he is such an old man, that is, he still has some emotion about the rivers and lakes in his heart, otherwise why would he still hide incognito and hide in the rivers and lakes after so many years?

It is said that Yuanba was slashed by Yu Fengyi under the city, this castration is not stopped, and he is about to crash into the city wall, and it is estimated that he can force a hole in the city wall.

As a master of the rivers and lakes who has entered the holy realm, he must have suffered many injuries, but the city wall is open, so today's battle is not good news for the Tang soldiers in the city.

The head of the Wandering Soul Fort is not high, not strong, and it may be able to block the army of Turkic barbarians, and it is already the end of the crossbow.

"Come on!" Seeing that Yuan Ba was already approaching him, the old man Zhang Jiming stuck the two soft knives in his hand into the flesh and blood ground, and then raised his hand to help him.

Immediately, a force of energy, from the middle of Zhang Jiming's hands, came out vividly, moved forward quickly, and dragged Yuanba's backward body.

Perhaps because the momentum was too great, the strength was knocked out in all directions, and a few Turkic barbarians who were not very lucky and did not have time to dodge were immediately thrown out by the scattered breath.

After such a stagnation, Yuanba's backward trend, the speed has obviously slowed down, and when it hits Zhang Jiming's hands, it just unloads all his strength.

A servant girl at the head of the city poked her head out, probably afraid of the arrows and axes of the city, or some other hidden weapon, and accidentally injured herself, and the servant girl took great care to cover the pipa above her head.

"Go!" Zhang Jiming pushed up with both hands, and Yuanba, who was held in his hand, also followed this word, a strong wind was born under him, carrying him to the top of the city.

With a sigh of relief, Zhang Jiming pulled out two soft knives and glanced at the top of the city, looking at the servant, his handmaiden.

But Zhang Jiming's eyes are too small, and most ordinary people will think that he is a blind old man when they look at him.

The maid nodded at Zhang Jiming, she didn't joke today, because today is not suitable for joking: "Old man, when you come back, I will make you a month's worth of flower chicken, and you will be allowed to drink a month's worth of good wine." ”

The sound was not very loud, Zhang Jiming could hear it, hehe smiled, waved the knife behind him, and signaled that he heard it. Or there are two sentences that are not spoken: "You little girl speaks, you have to count!"

"Can I come back?"

The two soft knives had already flown towards the battlefield in the distance at an extremely fast speed, and they didn't have time to say a word, a quarter of a moment or a second later, this battle today may affect the situation above and below the walls of the Wandering Soul Castle.

A stream of wind and sand on the Gobi Desert in the early morning, particularly conspicuous, the wind and sand are like a waterfall in the sky, hanging down, there is a young man holding a sword, standing on the waterfall.

Dozens of meters outside the sand waterfall, the bewitching lady Yu Fengyi looked at her with appreciation, as if she felt that she had just taken such a few glances, and there was no other sound, she was really sorry for the big gesture in front of her.

So, Yu Fengyi's horizontal knife has been ruthlessly inserted into the sand in front of him, stretched out his hands, and patted it lightly a few times: "Yes, good means, it really deserves to be the handiwork of asking the sky, but it's a pity, the momentum is weaker, and I am afraid of dying in this desert today." ”

"Heh, madam, you're not afraid of flashing your tongue when you speak, if I kill you, it's comparable to ascending to the sky, why don't you kill me?" Guo Xiaojiu reached out and grabbed it in front of him as he spoke, and continued to tease: "That's right, this morning, the style is extraordinary." ”

When the wind is strong, it is easy to flash your tongue.

But after all, Yu Fengyi is Yu Fengyi, Guo Xiaojiu is still Guo Xiaojiu, he can't get half a bargain from Yu Fengyi's hands, on the other hand, Yu Fengyi wants to hurt him, and it is enough to make a move.

"Little baby, I don't know who is talking big, I'll kill you?" Yu Fengyi had already reached out and held it on the hilt of the knife, and in her eyes, the smile gradually disappeared, and the killing machine came spontaneously: "Why?"

"After my sword, there are two more swords, ma'am, do you dare to take it?"

Without waiting for Yu Fengyi to reply, Guo Xiaojiu stabbed it across his chest, and pushed it forward, and the sand waterfall was like a river, about to merge with the sea, and smashed it in the direction of Yu Fengyi.

The sand waterfall that leaned down was like an earthy yellow dragon, opening its bloody mouth, and under the next bite, it was a delicate and glamorous lady.

The lady was armed with a horizontal knife, and she was not afraid in the slightest.

With a knife falling, it's a pity that she can't hurt her, if the person who uses a knife is stronger, such as the old man Zhang of the book, maybe he can really make Yu Fengyi take 10,000 cautions seriously.

I saw this knife that day, but today's momentum is not as good as it, and the power is much worse.

Just raised the knife and pointed forward, Yu Fengyi's body didn't even bother to move, and there was an invisible force that spread all over the Gobi Desert and around Yu Fengyi's body.

Above the big mouth of the sand waterfall Jiaolong, above Guo Xiaojiu's forehead, and above his back, they were all sweating profusely.

But no matter how hard he tried, the Sand Waterfall Jiaolong was still difficult to advance an inch, and was forcibly blocked above Yu Fengyi's head, three meters away.

"Yellow-haired boy, also worthy of shining with the sun and the moon?" Yu Fengyi suddenly let out a sneer from his mouth.

The laughter shook in Guo Xiaojiu's ears, in his mind, and in his heart.

"Bang!" The originally imposing Sand Waterfall Jiaolong threw Guo Xiaojiu out just because of Yu Fengyi's words, and he himself also fell apart and fell silent in a breath.

The saber was always held in Guo Xiaojiu's hand, and he always wanted to borrow strength, but his limbs were difficult to move no matter what. In the end, he could only land his whole body on the Gobi Desert and crash out of a human-shaped crater.

Then the wind and sand rose and buried the bunker.

"This little old man, is he going to die today?" Yu Fengyi's killing move did not come out, she clearly felt that the two sword intents, staring behind her, made her body tremble.

The raised hand could only swing at will in the end, waving away the stagnant killing move.

forcibly got the killer, not to mention whether she could kill her in the end, even if she got her wish, the two soft knives behind her were afraid that she would be seriously injured at that time, and the gains outweighed the losses.

Rather than lose both, it is better to let her take the lead, so Yu Fengyi gave up and continued to shoot.

Turn around, and the horizontal knife will slash horizontally.

The howling wind was cut in two, and the air was cut in two, until it hit two soft knives, and then it stagnated slightly.

A knife fell, and the entire desert was suddenly surrounded by yellow sand, all of which surrendered to her knife.

Under the knife, there are still perfect people. Old man Zhang Jiming, holding two soft knives, stood on the Gobi Desert, standing on the other side of the yellow sand, it is impossible for the wind and sand to blind his eyes, because he has always been a blind man in the eyes of others.

One hand was raised, and a soft knife was placed straight and horizontally on his chest: "Little old man Zhang Jiming, but I want to fight!"