Volume 1 The moon is as yellow as day Chapter 85 I have a sword that is uneven

Zhu Changfeng's face was hesitant, uncertain. He held the knife in one hand, his shoulders and elbows contained strength, and he went down with the momentum. But in just a moment, the man's angry face was already cold, like thick frost.

With a soft shout of "ah", Zhu Changfeng looked up, his eyes were like electricity, but between the back and forth, he seemed to be unable to hold it back, and wanted to make a knife and scream.

Fei Jun's expression was as usual, majestic and dignified. Neither went straight forward, making Zhu Changfeng more and more irritated and rude, nor did he retreat backwards, allowing him to take advantage of the situation to make a knife. Instead, it is just right to stay in place, holding a fish charm in hand, in order to be a deterrent.

"If I really raised my sword and went down, then not to mention whether the identity of the person who came was true or false, just the posture of the county guard to prepare troops is enough to show that the military defense here is very different from the others. And Fufeng County is not far from Qi'an County, if you rashly use troops against a county order, not to mention whether you can retreat with your whole body, the result will be very bad. Zhu Changfeng's expression was indestructible, and he was in a dilemma. It's hard to walk back and forth. I had to hold on to the handle of the knife and wait to see the results.

"Mr. Wang, you go first and backward, and at this time, don't be afraid to go forward. I see that this person has a fierce complexion, a long body and a sharp blade to hide, and he is obviously not a good person, but Mr. is gradually staying away and leaving to report to the government. Fei Jun whispered in a deep voice.

Wang Zhiran laughed and looked at the young man beside him again. He said softly: "The little guy came here on a study tour, although I, Wang Zhiran, am not an article and a word sect, but I have also written a few articles. In front of this young descendant, how can I carry the armor and drag the soldiers away, is it not in vain to add to the joke. ”

He stroked his long beard with one hand, did not move, and just stood quietly in place, looking at the man whose words and deeds were vulgar.

The young man's expression was as usual, although his heart was beating wildly when he looked at the fierce face of the man with the knife, and his violent attitude made his heart beat wildly, but standing next to such a college senior, his mind gradually converged, and he remembered the scroll that he only occasionally turned.

"Wen Zhiliang gave me the scroll cheats, although most of them are Taoist inaction and the method of cultivating the body and mind, practicing qi and knotting, but there is also a slight mention of the martial arts cultivation of Wufu Jianghu. The boy muttered in a low voice, trying to recall the method of fists and feet that he had read when he was bored after sitting for a long time.

"Although I don't have anything to do with the rivers and lakes, I've seen a lot of strange things along the way. Regardless of whether Wen Zhiliang treats me with sincerity or not, since I encounter this injustice today, how can I, Li Zhiyu, encounter injustice and sing injustice. The young man's five fingers quietly clenched his fists, and his expression gradually changed, changing from the gentle and restrained in the past, to a cold expression like frost.

Hui Chenguang sat quietly on the side, drinking by himself, he held the cup in one hand, his eyes were lined, as if he had been drunk.

"The donkey walks, the green shirt shakes, and the immortals are sad by asking them. Allure smiles, beautiful waist, I bow down and become obscene. The man snorted and sang in a low voice, looking leisurely. It's just that when he drank the glass of wine and sighed, the drooping and crooked fingers were gradually stretched out by him, and between the hanging hands, quietly formed a line.

"Holding"

The man's palms were soft and vomited, and the wine glass in his hand exploded. Immediately afterwards, a chilling aroma of wine spreads in the wind.

"Why do you suddenly smell of wine? The boy looked up in confusion and looked along the realm where the smell of wine wafted from. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he happened to see the cold smile on the corner of Hui Chenguang's mouth.

The man shouted, his fingertips tightened, and he slapped the fragments of the wine glass scattered around, and the energy rolled wildly, volleying in the air, and the arc light of the Dao spurted out along the strength of his hands, as if it was overwhelming from all directions.

"Bold and cheap prisoner! He actually pretended to be a magistrate in the territory of Dachu, which really ate the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard. According to the law of Da Chu, the crime of impersonating officials is extremely heinous, and the order should be beheaded. Although I am only a martial artist, I also know that moral resistance is uneven. Hui Chenguang shouted loudly, his beard was all open, and before Fei Jun could suppress people with his power, the killing machine in his hands was already fast.

Broken light is like an arc, fleeting. The killing machine has not arrived, the momentum has arrived, there is no retreat, and there is no avoidance.

When the young man saw the cold smile on the corner of Hui Chenguang's mouth, the word "dodge" had already come out casually. It's just that the young man's shouting in a hurry happened to be covered by Hui Chenguang's shouting, and it was difficult to reach in this situation.

Fei Jun raised his head when he heard the voice. Furious! He took out a fish talisman to show the identity of a county magistrate, this gang of bandits still dares to be blatant, if it is an ordinary person, what should they do?

His face was white and lackluster. Holding his sleeve with one hand, he staggered and stumbled, and he was faintly unsteady on his feet, and he was about to fall. Thinking about his previous words, I felt ridiculous and funny at this time.

"This world is so sad that Fei Jun is ashamed. The man muttered to himself sadly, his expression was sad, tears slipped down, and he almost wanted to form a line.

Tears were cold, slowly dripping down the man's angular face, wetting his neat and well-bare green clothes.

The man stood still, oblivious to the left and right.

Wang Zhiran's face was suddenly cold, like water and frost.

"When the old man was young and traveling, he had seen great rivers and mountains, and he had also swept across the Hu with a long sword. Although he is now in his old age, the three-foot green peak is still there, how dare he not manage the injustice. ”

The old man smiled heartily and moved forward, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

"The old man wants to see if the old man's heart is cold, or if your sword is especially frosty. He stepped forward and faced Qingfeng without retreating.

Hui Chenguang sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were like knives. Looking at the proud figure of the old man stepping forward, he was not angry but happy.

"It didn't take a lot of effort on my part. ”

The man's waist and back exert force, contained in his feet, and stomped on the ground fiercely, and the chopsticks were strung together like gods. Connected into a line, Qingfeng pointed straight at the old man who walked to the head.

"Old man, don't be strong in this kind of thing!" The man's words were cold and his expression was indifferent. He shook his sleeves lightly, and turned wood into a sword. Although there is no first-class martial artist's big opening and closing, and the qi is abundant, it also has a sharp killing machine that splashes three feet of blood.

The edge is still cold, and it comes suddenly.

The young man's body trembled, and he was about to get out from under the tall figure in front of him, but Fei Jun stood still and didn't say anything.

"Li Zhiyu, be careful!" Suddenly an exclamation sounded, and before the young man could react, a small fragment had already crossed the young man's snow-white face, shedding strings of blood.

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched, and his expression was painful. But this time, the sudden pain did not make him cry out, but stood behind the old man's straight torso with a resolute face. The eyes are blazing, like a divine light.

Wang Zhiran's face was heavy, and he squinted slightly at the arc light that was no more than three inches away from him. The eyes are narrow, and the body is grand.

"Who said that scholars don't command soldiers. Since I, Wang Zhiran, can become a romantic writer, I can also become a hero in one breath when I see you demons at this time. The old man shouted loudly, and stepped forward again, just completely covering the young man's thin body, and his expression was resolute and stubborn.

The arc light is in a line, and it is like rain.

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"What about Lord Zhixian? It's not the same as being beaten into a hornet's nest by Lao Tzu. Hui Chenguang laughed coldly, his eyes smug.

"Since the wood has been completed, I simply don't do it. Zhu Changfeng finally came to his senses. Seeing that there was no room for turning back in the situation, he raised his long knife and was about to fall.

"Li Zhiyu" The girl exclaimed loudly, grabbing it with one hand, but all that came from her hand was cold and slippery.