The dozen or so horsemen behind him turned over and got on their horses and approached them, and a few of them had already pulled out their sabers, and the dazzling eyes turned out to be the sabers of the Huizhou garrison.

"Hey, big brother, let's talk about it this time before we start, my brother also has to settle the account, it's not too late to do it after it is clear, the woman who always eats you chew is too boring. King Lu said that as long as there are two women wearing hats behind Xiaobaiyan, the rest will be sent by our brothers. The sword and the woman in yellow in the hands of the pink-carved and jade brother belong to me, and you can pick the rest", the right envoy carrying the black sword showed a disdainful expression on his face, the corners of his mouth curled contemptuously, and he turned his head to ask the left envoy Leng Wuyi, who was carrying the white sword, and looked like he was winning, as if this group of people was already a group of dead corpses lying on the ground.

"Ruthless, you know that your eldest brother is the best yellow, this woman belongs to me", the left envoy said coldly and expressionlessly.

"Your mother's", the right envoy muttered dissatisfiedly, but he knew that the eldest brother was difficult to chase after him, and the fight was also in vain, and he couldn't beat him.

"Mother, is it useful to talk so much nonsense about black and white impermanence, can I tell grandpa that I can't die? I'm not afraid that swallowing this hot dumpling will burn my heart, liver and lungs", Yang Ze really didn't want to look at their faces, snorted coldly on the mountain, stretched out his middle finger and shook them. The flying knife behind him Ding Wei is a violent temper, and he can't help it, grinding his fists, if he hadn't stayed in the Yang Mansion for more than ten years and sharpened some of his fire, I'm afraid that he would have copied the knife and fought with these two chattering guys.

Then again, Xishu Jiantang can stand on the rivers and lakes for a hundred years without falling, and no two brushes dare not mix on the rivers and lakes. Luwang's Mansion has attracted many gate lords, but they respect these two people. It's not that these two people are too blind, this Xishu Jiantang was originally the head of the three major sword sects, and the two brothers are second only to the four major apologetic elders, and they are really bored in the mountains before they go down the mountain to have some fun, except for the Feihua Dao people of Wudang Shanyan, they have not encountered any serious opponents, and most of the so-called Luwang Ten Keqing can't even take the three moves of the two brothers, not to mention other ordinary martial artists. Strange to say, this black and white are twin brothers. When the sect master of Jiantang traveled in Jianzhou, when he returned, he saw a black and a white sword qi lingering in a small village in the mountains, and he drove his horse curiously to check. Later, an extremely harsh killing evil spirit rushed straight into the sky, the black and white brothers cried to the ground, the hair on the whole body was thick, like a wild beast, the midwife who was more than old and his legs were limp on the spot, and kept chanting "demons, demons", kneeling and kowtowing, unable to move. The most dignified patriarch in the village rushed to hear the news, and after reading it, the old man shook his head, "This Orion kills too much, and the village tablet records that the black and white double evil is a bad omen for destroying the village", and the Orion was determined to slaughter them with his own hands.

The village woman who was holding the bed to the ground heard the clan talking that the child was the flesh that had fallen from the mother's belly, breaking bones and tendons, kneeling on the ground and begging for them to live, but no one in the clan agreed. The Jiantang Sect Master rescued them, and the two were born martial arts wizards, and in their early twenties, they shook the rivers and lakes with the black and white giant sword.

If you are ruthless, I will be unjust.

Later, the two brothers found the Yin and Yang Juque Sword from Kunlun Mountain, and found the village and slaughtered the entire village to sacrifice the sword.

"And don't let the black and white yin and yang swords be one", Wei Zhongcheng whispered in a secret voice, and the old woman Han Yao and the flying sword Ding Wei all admired the shrewdness of this old way, and rushed into the side of the black evil.

Later, some people said that on that day, the flying knife Ding Wei pulled out his hand and slashed it away, and the double knife was like the arrival of the Nine Heavens Xuannu, which was dazzling, but he did not finish the thirty-six Tiangang knife technique, and was volleyed by the black evil giant sword, traversing the heavens and the earth, with a loud bang, the sword light disappeared, and the flying knife was broken.

The old woman Han Yao is not a demon fairy, she has heard of it for a long time, and she does not dare to resist hard, relying on her light skills, like a fluttering colorful butterfly shuttling back and forth in the black sword qi, unscathed. However, his internal strength cultivation is not as good as this natural sword idiot's black evil, and he does not dare to confront the black evil head-on, so he can only use his footwork to move, extremely sensitive, and sneak attack around the black evil. The black Yang Sword sword was full of light, but it couldn't help her for a while, and she walked farther and farther, and the surrounding bamboo forest was swept away by the Yang Sword and Sword Gang.

The monk in Ziyi meditated cross-legged, reciting the mantra of the great Rulai sword trick, the sword in the sword bag with the yellow cloth behind the back was out of the sheath, the monk used the spell to move the sword, urging the flying sword, the cold was pressing, the flying sword was like having eyes, and flew straight to the white swords, the sword moves were tricky and strange, the speed was fast, and the sword moves were delicate, which was staggering.

The flying swordsmanship of the Rotten Ke Temple.

The corners of Bai Xu's mouth smiled contemptuously, but he was not afraid, Juque was not unsheathed, and the dark luck vitality was infused into the scabbard of the sword, the true qi lingered, and the sleeves of the robe were agitated like the wind. The Ziyi monk's face was pale, and another sword roar came from the sword bag behind him, and the second sword flew out of the sword bag and stabbed towards Bai Sha.

Bai Xue was startled, and hurriedly drew his sword to block, and at this time, the third sword flew out of the scabbard, and then the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh mouths......

A total of sixteen swords were connected end to end, the tip of the first sword was against the hilt of the second sword, and the tip of the second sword was against the tip of the third sword, sparkling like a silver dragon, forming a silver dragon sword array in the air, and stabbing towards Bai Sha in a dripping spin.

Silver Dragon Swordsmanship, a peerless study that has never been passed on in the Rotten Ke Temple, is domineering and fierce.

"This whitewashed scholar has so many first-class masters hidden under him", at this time, he can only see the tip of the first sword from the perspective of Bai Sha, and he can't see anything from the sword behind, he can't prevent it, he can't predict the direction of the opponent's sword tip, and it is even more difficult to be invincible. Juque in his hand drove the sword gang, and the air exploded, shaking the tip of the sword that stabbed it.

Dangdang......

The sixteen swords collided with the Yin sword, and the agitated sparks splashed everywhere, and the Yin sword and the sixteen swords were all forged by spirit soldiers, and they couldn't cut each other. The mantra of the monk in Ziyi was read faster, the silver dragon sword formation changed formation, and the second sword broke away from the sword team formation and directly erased Bai Sha's neck, Bai Sha hurriedly raised his finger and popped out, and his fingertips were infused with true qi, and the sword was flicked away. Then the third and fourth handles were wiped in turn, and the white scars popped out one by one like playing a lute. The monk in Ziyi crushed the Buddha beads in his hand, and the terrifying vitality was majestic, sneering, and the sword that flew out came around again, like a wheel battle piercing into the white evil true qi little by little, and the tip of the sword advanced little by little, three inches, two inches, and one inch......

Yang Ze watched it thrilling and benefited a lot. King Lu is such a precious son, and the slap of the eunuch in the palm print completely angered this old king. The emperor didn't dare to intercept and kill, he took all his grievances out on Yang Ze and his party.

"What else does Dingguo Gong have besides hereditary succession?"

The masters of Luwangfu are out.