"This is the so-called Ten Mile Sword Intent?"

The same surprise and surprise came from the mouth of Li Tianxia, the crown prince on the ship.

The old man Huangmei hugged the heaven and the earth, and then countless sword lights shot the golden prison into powder, although it was also a rather rare kendo method, but it always looked a little less thrilling that made Li Tianxia resonate with it.

"The old man won't fool people, will he?"

After a battle with the Sword Emperor of Western Chu a year ago, the sword was broken, and the old man Huangmei returned to the grass pond. Since then, he has rarely fought with others, isn't it that he has been decadent for too long, and he can no longer display the ten-mile sword intent?

......

Chu Nanzhao sat cross-legged on the deck, using his mental method true qi to protect the inner mansion and resist the fire poison that attacked his heart. However, he had already been injured by Song Shenzong, an outcast of the Heaven Repair Sect, and he couldn't raise any true qi at all, and his state became worse and worse.

Su Hanshan looked at his face, lest he would drag it out for too long and his life would be in danger, so he got up and shouted to the old man Huangmei who was trapped in the river Tuluo book hundreds of meters away: "Senior, antidote." ”

......

Foot on the river map, head on the Vena book.

The old man Huangmei rarely had a strong interest in the black and white stone statue giant array, and was thinking about playing, but when he heard Su Hanshan's voice, he suddenly felt discouraged, so he dispelled the idea without taste.

At this time, the black and white stone henge arranged in a certain pattern on the Hetu Luo Book suddenly woke up.

One after another, the stone statues opened their eyes, shining with the silver light of holy white. Patches of hard dust and mud shattered and peeled off the statue.

The sound of falling rubble and rubble was endless, and all the black and white stone statues on the two picture scrolls of Hetuluo Shu writhed and woke up.

So the white-clothed and ink-clothed people hanging upside down on Luo Shu jumped down one after another, and the special points where they landed happened to complement the stone statues where Hetu woke up, filling each other's vacancies.

The old man Huangmei, who was completely surrounded, vaguely felt the qi of a Dao Gate formation flowing between the white-clothed and ink-clothed people, but he immediately sighed: "It's a pity that the old man doesn't have time to spend any more time with you, otherwise I really want to see what the mystery of this Hetuluo Book of the Hundred Soldiers is listed in the seventh." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the old man Huangmei pulled out the willow branch inserted in his fluffy hair and held it in his hand.

At that moment, the wind suddenly rose around him, stirring his sleeves, blowing his gray hair, and rattling his clothes.

In the wind, he squinted, and the weeping willow in his hand began to swirl with tender green sword intent, like a slender green snake entwining. The sword intent swirled by, and the curved willows were straight.

Inadvertently, the old man Huangmei turned his arms and wrists slightly, and his figure disappeared in place like the wind in an instant.

On the boat, the crown prince Li Tianxia rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

At the moment when he rubbed his eyes, in the Hetuluo book, a spring-like turquoise light flexibly wandered through the Dao Gate formation formed by all the white-clothed and ink-clothed people at the speed of lightning and flint.

The green light did not shuttle through the gap between the white-clothed and ink-clothed people, but directly threaded the needle and thread, piercing through all the white-clothed ink-clothed people.

"What happened?"

Li Tianxia looked again, and the figure of the old man Huangmei solidified in the wind and stood in place, but a willow in his hand strung all the white-clothed people in ink.

He didn't see anything, let alone see the old man Huang Mei make a move, but the facts in front of him told him that Huang Mei's seniors had already recruited!

......

Huang Mei, who stepped on the river map, smiled, and with a twitch of her hand, the figures in white and ink clothes exploded one after another, and the long willow branches gradually shortened, and finally changed into their original appearance, which was inserted in Huang Mei's hair.

And at this moment, there is no ink on the river map.

Under this sword that was extremely fast, the so-called Dao Gate Formation was facing collapse before it was completely activated.

After the old man Huangmei accepted the recruitment, the two picture scrolls above his head and under his feet gradually became faint, as if hidden in the void. And the drizzly sky, the rippling river surface and the Song Shenzong in a Taoist robe are gradually clear.

This Dao Sect outcast was being slapped by the old man Huangmei's jade-colored sword light straight at his chest......

Looking at the rain in his hand as a sword, and the pale and fearful Song Shenzong under the tip of the sword, the old man Huangmei suddenly realized what had just happened, like an illusion: "Interesting." ”

Song Shenzong didn't find it interesting.

In the Hetuluo book, the old man Huangmei's willow sword was incredibly fast, even comparable to the strength of the sixfold Taixuan realm of martial arts, which made him palpitate, and he was already soaked in cold sweat behind him.

Thinking of such strength, how can the eleventh rank of the Hundred Soldiers be limited?

Looking at the tip of the water jade sword that was only a finger's width from his chest, he looked at it in horror, and said cautiously: "The senior's swordsmanship is excellent, and Song Shenzong is convinced. ”

Although the old man Huangmei was very fond of this kind of compliment, he also said it from what mouth.

was already disgusted by Song Shenzong, a dog-headed military master who specialized in escorting the children of the family and giving advice, so he naturally couldn't listen: "The old man is too lazy to listen to your nonsense! What about the antidote?"

The small life was held in the hands of the old man Huangmei, Song Shenzong didn't dare to make a second time, twisted his head slightly, and glanced at the ship behind him with a pair of eyes.

......

In the ship, Xi Hongyu was drinking and enjoying himself.

The woman in the green dress from the Han Yue Mansion of the Five Classics of Jiangdong sat and stroked the piano, accompanied by the diligent book and the mountain from the sword dance, and the song and dance were so happy.

This Red Feather Boy didn't seem to have the slightest worry about Song Shenzong.

Also, the master of the Dao Sect sent by his father to protect his safety, Bai Xiaosheng ranked seventh in the Hundred Soldiers, proving that there are few opponents in the Void Realm, and there is really nothing to worry about when dealing with a bad old man.

So when the door opened, he didn't look at it, so he casually asked, "It's all settled?"

Old man Huangmei smiled: "There are still a few left." ”

Xi Hongyu was shocked in his heart.

Looking up, where was the shadow of Song Shenzong, the one standing at the door was clearly the sloppy old man, angry and a little jealous, and shouted: "Song Shenzong?"

"You said that he was thrown into the river by the old man. ”

After Song Shenzong, who had the highest cultivation around Xi Hongyu, was thrown into the floating river alive, there were just some clowns jumping off the beam in this ship, where could they withstand the toss of the old man Huangmei.

So the next picture is simple and brutal.

One figure after another was thrown out of the door of the ship and into the river, tossing up layers of waves.

On the building boat hundreds of meters away, the crown prince Li Tianxia counted with great interest.

Estimating that Xi Hongyu was almost thrown away, he looked at it with antiquity. Sure enough, first the Qi Refiner from Shifang Mountain was thrown into the Fujiang River, and then the invincible Red Feather Son, who designed to murder his uncle Chu Nanzhao, fell into the water in embarrassment.

"Huh, the woman in the green dress is missing. Seeing the figure of the old man Huangmei falling back on the boat like a sword light, the crown prince Li Tianxia was surprised, "Aren't the seniors taking pity on the fragrance and cherishing the jade?"

Casually put the fire poison antidote towards Chu Nanzhao, the old man Huangmei stroked his beard, remembered the romantic past of the young man in Jinyi and angry horses before Jiazi and said proudly: "What about pity and cherish the jade? When the old man was worshiped and chased by thousands of girls and hid all over the world, your kid's father was not born yet." ”