Brush, brush, brush, three moves in a row, all of which are the sound of metal pieces skimming the air.

After a closer look, Ma Qiancheng's right hand was raised high, and he swiped down to the left, Zheng Zhengzheng, and the silver claw in his left hand flew out of three flying blades, only to see three flying blades, cold and cold, full of murderous aura.

Ma Qiancheng's left hand swiped horizontally to the right, and the silver light flashed, puff, puff, three times in a row, and the three silver needles followed closely behind the flying blade.

At the same time, both hands retreated, and in an instant, both hands flew out of the rain-like silver needles, twenty-seven in a row.

At the same time, he flew forward, grabbed Li Jiang's face with his left hand in front, and his right hand behind him, protecting his chest.

This time, he was bound to win.

I saw that the moment he jumped up, the whole person suddenly disappeared, only hearing the howling of the wind and the dust rolling up on the ground, gradually enveloping the place where Li Jiang was standing.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the air was filled with red mist, and the red mist and dust converged.

All I could hear was the sound of metal clashing, the sound of footsteps moving.

"Wow!"

A moment later, the dust settled, and two men stood.

Ma Qiancheng's brows tightened, a strand of hair slowly fell in front of his eyes, he blew the strand of hair to the side with a gentle breath, and there was a hint of pride on his cold face.

"You are indeed very strong!" Ma Qiancheng spoke in a very reluctant tone, he did not like to admit others, just as he did not like others to call him by his name.

The young man in front of him was not an ordinary person, but he was still willing to say this.

There was nothing unusual about him, not a single trace of dust or blood.

It's just that the silver claws in his hands are only the fist gloves made of mixed silver wires that have been cut down a few times, and the ten flying blades have long been gone. His hands were slightly released, as if he had been relieved for a long time. He took a step forward, his steady steps fanning the dust from the ground like a boulder thrown into the waves of a calm lake.

After taking three steps, he stopped and looked up at Li Jiang.

Li Jiang stood in place, the only difference from Fang Cai was that the sword in his hand was already out of the sheath, I don't know if he came with a broken sword, or the sword in his hand has been broken, there is no trace of pain on his thin face, nor the slightest fluctuation of feelings.

It's as if winning or losing is just a process, no different from the leaves falling to the ground.

There was a stab.

Li Jiang's clothes automatically cracked in an instant, neat and neat traces, like sword marks, where the clothes were torn, red blood oozed out, blood soaked his clothes, the originally clean green clothes, at this time dyed with blood, like blooming plum blossoms, extremely bright.

Ma Qiancheng took another step, "How many steps can you take?"

Li Jiang didn't answer, Wu took a step by himself, and in an instant, both of them fell to the ground.

Outside the walls of 10,000 homes.

A row of large willows resembled a group of well-trained armor soldiers, neatly guarding the wall. Under the shade of the willow tree was tethered a horse with a black body and snow-white hooves, with a neat saddle on its back, a bag of arrow-feathered arrows hanging on the left side of the saddle, and a long knife with a crimson hilt hanging on the right.

There was the sound of footsteps from behind the tree, and the horse's nose let out a few sneering breaths, and at the same time, consciously or unconsciously, raised its left front hoof, and waged its tail very uncomfortably.

At this moment, a figure flashed from behind the tree.

The man on the horseback was dressed in green clothes, holding a broken sword in his right hand, holding the reins in his left hand, and stuffing his feet into stirrups made of pig iron.

The person who didn't want to carry it on his back slammed the horse's ass with the broken sword, and the black horse raised his head and roared, raised his front hooves, and ran forward, and at the same time, the rope that tied the horse was also untied by the man in Tsing Yi.

A cloud of smoke billowed westward.

After a long time, three people came out from behind the tree.

The person who came out first was dressed in white, his face was like condensation, his eyes were burning like stars, his lips were like vermilion, his face was pointed and his lips were thin, he was a beautiful young man, the young man was holding a long sword in his left hand, staring at the place where the smoke and dust disappeared, and the corners of his lips smiled.

The young man looked at the horseshoe prints on the ground with a smile, then walked to the horseshoe prints, stared at the horseshoe prints for a long time, then stopped, pushed the front robe to the right with his right hand, bent his left leg at the knee, put the long sword behind his back with his left hand, half-squatted down, and stretched out his right hand to measure the horseshoe prints.

There was a trace of doubt in the young man's expression, and then he rubbed his dusty thumb with his index finger, and a middle-aged man walked up behind him, and the middle-aged man handed over a white hand towel, and the young man took the hand towel, stood up, and wiped his hands.

"Master Chen, what do you think of your father's idea?"

The boy turned around and returned the handkerchief to the middle-aged man, staring at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stammered, "Master's method is naturally the best!"

The young man's face showed displeasure, and then he let out a sigh, "Is Uncle Chen afraid that I will tell my father what you said, or is he afraid that Ying Mei and I will hold a grudge against this matter?"

The middle-aged man nodded silently, "I have followed the master for many years, and the master's method is naturally well thought out......!"

The young man said impatiently, "Come on, Master Chen, what can't you say in front of me? Are you afraid that I won't succeed? I'm different from my father, and I won't take over the affairs of Jingshazhai......

"Childe!" The middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand, signaling the young man not to continue, and when the young man stopped, the middle-aged man looked around vigilantly, and approached the young man thoughtfully, but was avoided by the young man, his eyes changed slightly, and then he said, "Childe! Don't dare to say this nonsense, it's not to cause criticism when people hear it! The master's orders are all right! Whether it is to let the son serve as the deputy of the lord of Luojing Village, or to let the son return home, I, Chen Sheng, feel that the old man is doing the right thing! Now the old man is ...... old."

"Master Chen, you and your father are the same age, and your father regards you as a brother, why do you talk all day long and do things timidly?

The young man said dissatisfiedly, "I'm just asking you, what do you think of your father's idea?" Master Chen is really unhappy!"

The middle-aged man did not speak.

A girl in aqua blue clothes next to the middle-aged man stepped forward, "I don't think Daddy's method is as good as the second brother!"

I saw that the girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in aqua blue clothes and a slim figure, straight black hair straight to the waist down, the girl held a short sword with a blue and blue hilt in her left hand, and the right hand gently flicked the sword body, the silver-white sword body reflected the white jade hand, the girl Ying Ying broke steps, and slowly walked in front of the young man while speaking, "Since Li Jiang can defeat Ma Qiancheng and tame the snow, then he must have a way to find that Dongfang Junlan!

The boy shook his head, "No!"

The girl said, "What's the matter?

The young man sneered, "Li Jiang defeated Ma Qiancheng, this is not strange! Ma Qiancheng's silver claw was sent by me to do tricks and feet before! As long as Ma Qiancheng uses the mechanism on the silver claw, the poison of the barbs on the silver claw will enter his body!"

The girl sighed and asked suspiciously, "Daddy asked Ma Qiancheng to kill Li Jiang, why did you want to do something on Ma Qiancheng's silver claws, second brother?"

The young man said, "Daddy thinks it's over killing Ma Qiancheng?"

The girl said, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not! According to the informant, Wan Zhong saw that mysterious person, who has always been hidden in Wanjia under a certain identity, Qin Shuang put such a person in Wanjia, Wan Zhong can't know it, since he knows that there is such a dangerous person, why does Wan Zhong still entrust this person with a heavy responsibility?"

The girl smiled, "It may also be that Wan Zhong doesn't know ......"

The girl suddenly realized, "What the second brother means is that the Lord of the Ten Thousand Old Pavilion knows his identity and entrusts him with a heavy task, the purpose is to make Qin Shuang believe that he has no second thoughts! But I don't understand, what does this have to do with us killing Li Jiang?"

The young man said, "Li Jiang is Qin Shuang's disciple, we still don't know what the identity of that mysterious person is? If we kill Li Jiang before we investigate that mysterious person, then the end of our Luo family will come!"

"Second brother, you are the smartest!" ......said the girl, "but my father took someone to Wanjia today......

The young man took a few breaths gently, and when the redness on his face disappeared completely, he said slowly, "I have already informed Brother Jing to let him and your brother bring people to come separately, and in less than half an hour, their people will arrive, and when the time comes, no matter what happens to Daddy and the Wan family, Daddy will be able to get out of the way!"

The girl looked at the boy in disbelief, "Where did my brother let Li Jiang go?"

"It's the place he didn't expect the most!"

The boy turned his back and walked away.

"Second brother, what are you doing?" the girl snorted angrily and hurriedly chased after her.

"Waiting for the good news of Daddy in Wanjia!

When the two of them walked away, the middle-aged man let out a heavy breath and said in a low voice, "The master is really prescient!"