"It's a pity, it's not the Cold Iron Sword. Pu Yu smiled and put the Dejing stick on his shoulder, and squinted at the white spoon.

"Could it be that my finger wrapper is not worth your shot?" the white spoon paced back and forth two steps, and with a flick of luck, a finger wrapper flower came out of his hand, spun and swept the air and flew towards Pu Yu. Pu Yu backhanded a Dejing stick and hit it to the side. As soon as the white spoon retracted its strength, he quickly retracted the finger wrapper, turned around and walked quickly to the nearest place, and launched an offensive.

Pu Yu didn't show weakness, but Dejing Stick was not suitable for fighting with small weapons, or he was not very flexible yet, so the moves looked a little unwieldy and stiff brute force.

The white spoon Yunli wrapped the weapon around Pu Yu's body, intending to break through Pu Yu's protective air shield and rush into his body, but found that there was true qi circulating all around him, as if all his forces were unimpeded and his body was devoid of acupuncture veins and bones, which was incredible.

At this moment, Pu Yu also became cautious, waiting for the time to come, reflexively turned around his abdomen, tore the attack of the finger wrapper, and bounced the finger wrapper back, so that the white spoon was almost injured by his own weapon. The seniors in the audience were fascinated and sighed.

"It's really a Dejing stick, it can hurt the iron lump without leaving a trace by the iron tool. Luoyun squinted and couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't expect that the eldest brother would be able to use it so quickly. "Gui Que said to Gui Yan, and his words were full of joy.

"What kind of iron is the finger flower, how can there be the strength of the cold iron on the top of the mountain, after all, it is not the opponent of Dejing stick. Dugu Fengyan shook his head and continued to watch.

"I am here to fight against Dejing Stick. Suddenly, a man's voice wafted in the wind in the air.

The speaker stood on the roof, with a hat on his head, and a silver flower on his waist, and next to the honeysuckle was a sachet with a residual lotus and a lone butterfly. The breeze lifted the edge of his coat, and he carried a sword behind him, and another sword in his hand. He lost the Guangtian Book, Yi Fang, and the Cold Iron Sword. He is still entitled to revenge.

His murderous aura was also stronger than the last time, like a dark cloud rising from the roof and floating into the sky, lightning and thunder.

Song Hongchun shook the spear, stood up, glanced at Gao Xun in the distance, and did not move.

At this moment, Yi Jun soared into the air, landing on his toes, floating a layer of light dust.

"And sure enough, it came. Gao Xun opened the fan, shook it, and looked at Yi Jun with a smile.

Yi Jun walked up to the stage and looked at Pu Yu: "This is against the Dejing stick, or the cold iron sword." ”

Bai Ji glanced at Yi Jun, and before he could take precautions, he was pushed off the stage by Yi Jun with a palm.

Bai Spoon stood up with his chest, this person was murderous, his eyes were gloomy, and he was full of strength, Bai Spoon was either easy to bully, or cold, and another person would not make her embarrassed, it seems that Pu Yu has met a great opponent.

"Xia Puyu!" Bai Ji screamed, didn't say anything, she didn't say anything, and she shouldn't say anything, if he fell here, the whole Jianghu would lose one less opponent. But why did she still call him? I still remember that in Huaxian, the last wisp of black smoke left by his figure in the doorway when he left. What kind of person's shadow can linger in the heart of this unstoppable woman. Say goodbye to the legendary Xia Guangting, and there is another Xia Guangting who walked out of the text and painting. It's a pity that she is not a daylight, not even an enemy. Then who is his white day? Bai Spoon thought of Jiang Andong, lowered his eyelids, what is she? He is not even qualified to compare with her.

Yi Jun pulled out his cold iron sword and stared at Pu Yu directly.

"Do you know how long I've been looking forward to it?" Yi Jun crossed his wrist and leaned over.

This explosive force was very strong, and Pu Yu retreated for a long time before stopping, almost not catching this move. The Cold Iron Sword couldn't eat into the Dejing Stick, and the Dejing Stick didn't damage the blade of the Cold Iron Sword. Both of them are not strong enough, Ding Ling's skills are insufficient, and after a few tricks, both of them are tired enough, and the people watching below are very enjoyable. The two major weapons of the rivers and lakes are competing for the position of swords, fish and meat, which can be said to be a visual feast.

Dark clouds curled up in the sky, a few wisps of white smoke floated out of the center of the clouds, a cold light, and lightning split the clouds into the world. Chasing demons and monsters, the sound of thunder and crying tore open the heat cover of the world, like a pair of invisible hands, from beyond the sky, reaching into the world, moving the world.

Why do you want to bring up the old things again, you know how many people are involved in this!" Yi Jun's voice was drowned out by the sound of the wind and the sound of the sword, but it also made Pu Yu hear it clearly.

"Then why don't you know how many people died in my Xia Ge family back then!" Pu Yu crossed the Dejing stick, stopped his hand, and stood firm and spoke.

"But innocent people don't deserve to die now!" Yi Jun angrily threw down the cold iron sword, pulled out his long sword with bite marks, and rushed forward again.

"I know you hate, but if your father is innocent, the Xia family will never expel him. "Pu Yu opened more and Yi Jun lost his moves.

"Shut up!"

Seeing Yi Jun, who already hated the red-eyed man, Pu Yu still planned to persuade him with good words: "What's the point of you living like this, the people who have become murderers are just a knife on the rivers and lakes, you are revenge, that is, a knife that kills people again! Why don't you give your sister a stable life?!" Pu Yu took two more steps back.

Yi Jun followed up again: "Not allowed!"

"What's wrong with Yi Fang, why should you suffer from this?!" Pu Yu raised the Dejing stick and stopped under the long sword that was about to be split, his strength was too strong, and Pu Yu was pressed to his knees.

Then the sword broke in the wind, split apart, and scattered into the air, falling to the ground like a mess of old mud.

In the midst of the sighs, Yi Jun fainted and fell......

What's wrong with Yi Fang, yes, what's wrong with Fang, why do you have to suffer from this now. After Lin Yan brought Yi Fang to him, he handed over the Guangtian Book without much hesitation. What else is there to argue about this, Fang Ben is more important than Guangtianshu.

However, his father died tragically, his mother died in humiliation, Yi Jun has been secretly born until now, how can he ask for his stable life, since a long time ago, he has no such right, and Yi Fang does not have it.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, leaking sunlight on Puyu's upper eyelashes, shining and scorching. There was a lock hanging between his eyebrows, locking the righteousness in his heart and the responsibility in his chest.

Yi Jun stood up, looked at the fragments of the sword on the ground, sneered, and said sideways: "If you still use the long sword, you won't be able to defeat me." ”

"It's better to say, can you wake up from a big dream. Pu Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and raised his arm.

Yi Jun took a step forward, picked up the cold iron sword on the ground, retracted the scabbard, and replied: "Whoever holds the cold iron sword is your enemy, you think clearly." ”

There are two types of people who are the most difficult, those who have no moves, and those who wake up and pretend to be asleep.

Yi Jun got out of the ring, glanced at the white spoon, jumped to the roof. What like to walk on the eaves? cats and outlaws.

Compared with the white spoon, Song Hongchun is a tired thing. She can't shoot, she can't fight back, she has only learned one thing for so many years, how to be obedient.

She can't be Pu Yu's enemy, and she can't be his lover. She is not willing to be a friend, but she also wants a friend. Originally, when there was a cold iron sword, she still had a concern, and when there was Lingmen, she still had a grinding, which is good, she lost her worries, and the rest was to run to find and consume days.

Song Hongchun wanted to do something more, she hoped that she could appear in his field of vision, and hoped that he could remember her. But Pu Yu can remember only one person at a time, that person is as plain as snow, his lips are like plums, the water of the Songjiang River is his hurried life, he does not believe in Buddhism, he does not endure the world, cultivates the next life, only wants to live at the door of his destiny in this life, she often sits and waits for him.

Maybe Pu Yu hasn't felt it like this yet, but if it really makes him think of the first woman who comes to mind, it is Jiang Andong. She was his ideal, seren, tranquil, ordinary. She has always been ordinary, and cherishes the ordinary, but what about him?