Chapter 139 The eldest grandson was furious, and the flying sword was two hundred and thirteen

Wuhua Tianbao, outstanding people, wonderful spirit fairy mountain, swallow Narui gas.

In the afternoon of this day, Lao Zhang, the janitor of the Lingshan faction, dozed off. The gatekeeper with extremely poor congenital roots, his ancestors have been guarding the Lingshan faction for generations, and he has seen the demeanor of the sword immortal for most of his life, but he is not much stronger than the kung fu of the people under the mountain. Although the mountain is refreshing, Lao Zhang, who has nothing to do, is still used to squinting at noon every day.

Although there is no kung fu on the body, it may be possible for the Lingshan faction to guard the mountain gate for generations, so it naturally has its own unique place. No matter day or night, whether it is the morning bell and dusk drum or the sound of ten thousand swords, as long as there is movement at the door, Lao Zhang, who is sleeping soundly, can also find it for the first time, even the head of the house is surprised, why not have a little internal strength, but have the superior ability to know the party, is it passed down from generation to generation, with hereditary perception ability?

The old Zhang was snoring in the gatehouse, the corners of his mouth twitched upward, maybe he was rejuvenated in his dream, and he was "experiencing" something beautiful, but he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, wiped the saliva that he didn't know if it flowed out, ran to the door, straightened his clothes, adjusted his demeanor, and walked forward slowly.

Rao has fifty or sixty years of reception experience, and Lao Zhang is still flustered. The older he gets, the longer his ability to recognize, even if he is a twin brother, as long as there are many small black spots on his face, or his demeanor is slightly different, Lao Zhang can remember it once and forget it for several years.

There were four people in front of the door, a thin old man like catkins, a white-eyed girl, and the other two, weren't they the two envoys of Emperor Wu City who came in the morning?

Lao Zhang clenched his fists, didn't know whether to call the holy envoy or not, and said, "Everyone is here...... Ah......h

With a "knock" kick, the eldest grandson didn't wait for the doorkeeper Zhang to speak, and kicked him into the door. stepped on Lao Zhang's chest and said to him: "Xia Yunhai came back to ask him, do you remember that yellow dog? Let him take care of the dogs of the Lingshan Sect in the future, otherwise Lao Tzu will come to the Lingshan Sect again in the future." ”

After the eldest grandson finished speaking, he pointed forward with his two fingers together, and a broom at the door, flew in the air, put it in front and behind, and flew to the Lingyu plaque ninety-nine zhang away.

A sword shadow slashed the broom through the air.

"Who dares to come to the Lingshan Sect to spread the wilderness?" Xia Yunhai sat down and asked Shao Yulu, the eldest disciple.

When Lao Zhang was kicked and screamed, many Lingshan disciples in the door rushed over after hearing it.

The corners of Liu Yunhe's mouths rose, and they each untied their blades, but they didn't answer, and rushed into the magnanimous Lingshan Sect Square like a wolf.

Xiaoyu also disappeared in an instant, and the white clothes on the field were all lifted away.

The eldest grandson swims in the water, soaring into the air, and the lone things on the ground are all lifted up by him, and they rush to everyone like a fish.

Although the Lingshan Sect has a profound heritage, among the three thousand disciples, a few of them can reach the realm of Liu Yun Wentian who is almost undefeated.

There was chaos in the Lingshan Sect Square, and all the disciples heard the sound of fighting on the field and came with their swords one by one.

The four figures fight three thousand whites, and they do not fall into the wind, and they are at ease.

It's just that none of the four of them made a killer, and the Liuhong sword was drawn flat, leaving red and swollen sword marks on the faces of many "sword immortals". The prosperous knife only uses the knife to top the person, and the knife kneels on the ground. The 3,300-pound sledgehammer is also pointed. Even the first person from ancient times who never reasoned with murder did not take people's lives. It's not that the old man is soft-hearted, but he is really afraid of killing people, and when he sees Xia Yunhai again, it will be difficult to spare his life if he kowtows to his grandfather. However, after this battle, the eldest grandson had to hide for thousands of miles for the rest of his life.

It is also thanks to the wisdom of the two of them, and they temporarily took off wisely, and asked Xia Yunhai to take away the four elders, otherwise it would be really difficult to fight so easily.

Xia Yunhai originally had eight disciples, but a few years ago, he was entrusted by Fan Qiushuang to accept the most proud closed disciple Zhao Si, and made up the number of extreme yang.

"Senior brother, it is absolutely impossible to go on like this, the other party's morale has already increased. Zhao Si ran over and said to Shao Yulu.

There was chaos on the field, and the nine of them couldn't step forward if they wanted to, and they were blocked out by the crowd.

The disciples dodged away, preparing to form a Ten Thousand Sword Formation. Shao Yulu said loudly.

Three thousand sword immortals, except for those who lay on the ground and couldn't move, each jumped out of the circle.

Only then did he make way for Xia Yunhai's nine descendant disciples. Nine flying swords came in the air, compared to the three thousand iron swords, it was a world of difference.

The eldest grandson has already raised hundreds of falling swords on the ground, circling and orderly like schools of deep-sea fish, all with the blades behind them. On the one hand, he beat the disciples of Lingshan, and on the other hand, he defended against nine flying swords.

Although Liu Yun and the three of them were small, they had experienced a lot of fights, and they knew that it was not good to give the Lingshan Sword Sect Imperial Sword space, so they rushed to the four sides, got into the crowd again, and fought hand-to-hand.

Three thousand three hundred and thirty pounds of sledgehammer picked up, which can resist a blow. That blunt-edged soft sword Liuhong, the sword intent is wide, it is different from the Lingshan Kendo, let it grow, and it will definitely be able to compete with the Lingshan faction in the future. The black knife is prosperous, the knife cuts the Lingshan iron sword, and the blade falls silently, and no one dares not to avoid its edge.

The nine small flying swords of the eldest grandson Fuji also drilled out one by one, and the fight with the nine Lingshan flying swords was inseparable.

"Formation!" With an order, three thousand white-clothed people formed a large array of protectors, Lingshan flying swords, channeling each other, each other as horns, attacking and defending in an orderly manner, and cooperating tacitly.

In just a few breaths, the three of Xiaoyu were forced back to the center of the field.

The eldest grandson Buji secretly screamed that it was not good, and as soon as the formation was formed, it could be seen that the power was incomparable.

The sword flows like water, and the river flows endlessly.

If you want to leave again, it is already difficult to climb to the sky.

"......" Liu Yun's shoulder was scratched with blood. Then Wentian's calf was also cut. The eldest grandson Fuji relied on the kung fu of the imperial body, and he could barely dodge the Dao Flying Sword. But the three small ones who were targeted by everyone were not so easy, and their torso and limbs were soon covered with blood.

Xiao Yu's body is flexible and has the least injuries, but even so, it won't last long, and the three of them will become meat sauce.

Although the eldest grandson Fuji is difficult to approach, he is not a person of affection, as can be seen from the revenge of a dog on Lingshan.

At this time, the eldest grandson was in a hurry, and the three little guys followed him to Miaoling Mountain, if he died, he would ...... Hey, you can't be beaten to death by their master.

"Okay, well, since you are a killer today, don't blame my eldest grandson for being ruthless!"

The eldest grandson said, the aura around his body changed, his hands swung to the sides, and his body floated higher and higher, higher and higher. Lingshan flying sword, as long as it came to his side, it was all around, like a jackal and a local dog stepped forward to hunt, and when he got closer, he found that there was a tiger standing in front of him, and he didn't dare to step forward, hiding aside with his tail between his legs, and he was reluctant to leave like this.

The glow of dusk reflected half of the thin old man's body floating in the air, and the body of more than seventy pounds released the heroic spirit of swallowing the sky and spitting out the sun. Three thousand white clothes, unconsciously hair stood up.

In the Oriental Village, the child squatted on the ground and just poured a soak of urine into the ant nest, and was stabbing the ants with a small stick, but saw the soil of the ant nest arching one by one, as if there was a big animal to come out, the child hid to the side, and saw that something suddenly exploded on the ground, rushed into the sky like a streamer, and disappeared in an instant.

In the extreme western ice field, the thousand-year-old frozen soil cracked, and a black light rose from the ground, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

A house, just let go of firecrackers, the pine beams are erected, indicating that the new house is about to be built, under the foundation suddenly flew out of an object, "clang" sound, the craftsman did not see what was going on, there was already a thing to cut off the wooden beam, rushing to the sky.

In the land of China, there is a light as fast as a meteor rising from the ground everywhere.

Lingshan Sword Sect, the top of Miaoling Peak, the eldest grandson Fuji looked down on everyone like a god, and said one by one:

"Sunshine, rain and dew, low pressure branches;

The breeze, the bright moon, the old master;

Falling red, spring mud, wind horses and cows;

Dead wood, frost, girls crying;

crows, mandarin ducks, Xintianyou;

golden cicada, wild duck, five buckets of rice;

Chaoyang, Honghu, big steamed buns;

Golden autumn, pineapple, fat and greasy;

......

East and west, long rivers, valleys;

Children, snails, mountain winds;

scorched earth, donkeys, half a mat;

......”

Hongyan Guan, Hongfei Daoist stood in front of the Yanyan Cliff, sensed an aura coming from a distance, crossed in front of him instantly, and flew into the distance.

On Niujiao Mountain, next to the Xinxin Xue Palace, there is a small temple, only the size of two rooms, compared with the Shuo University Palace, it is like a mouse next to the elephant. The long-eyebrow monk in the temple raised his head, squinted his eyes, and saw a sword intent flying by.

The sick ghost sat in the mountain, opened his eyes and looked at the top of the marble cave, his eyes crossed, as if he could see through the mountain rocks, see the sky, and muttered: "What a fast flying sword......

Most of the masters in the world look at the sky, ordinary people can only see the cyan sky that has just revealed the stars blinking, but the martial arts cultivators are masters, but they can see the true qi of the Dao Dao flying by, rowing in the same direction, the speed is incomparable.

“......

mud cows, stones, storms;

frost falls, broken shoes, big cocks;

tenderness, crescent moon, dead fish eyes;

Childe, Bai Xue, Huang Huali;

old thief, magpie, banana fan;

Ugly, Liangchen, Mochizuki Rhino;

solitary cranes, copper basins, meteor showers;

......”

The eldest grandson has been wandering all his life, and he has countless feelings about the hot and cold world, killed countless people, broken people, and fed countless dexterous flying swords.

"Hahahaha......" The first person who floated in the air from ancient times had no thief eyebrows and rat eyes, no more fear, and laughed heroically. More and more little guys gathered around him, all of them were cold and shining, and the aura was compelling and murderous.

"You have tens of millions of white fish in Lingshan, and I have my own eldest grandson, no two hundred and thirteen flying swords!" (To be continued.) )