Sword out.

The sword falls.

The peach Qianjin, who seems to be round and blunt without a blade but far superior to an ordinary iron sword, did not split a trace of hemp, but it was cut into the steel rod for half a minute, and the sonorous sound burst out together with sparks!

Wei Ye held the sword in one hand, looked at the green steel rod that was lying behind Cangtou by rebounding the pipa, snorted from the tip of his nose, kicked the ground with his toes, and retreated backwards-

The man retreated, the sword retreated, and at the same time, a round of stick flowers swept in front of him.

Even if Wei Ye retreated quickly, he couldn't catch up with the area of the green steel rod swept this round, and he took a step back, and he still couldn't get out of this layer of stick shadows. Since he couldn't retreat, Wei Ye simply turned his heart sideways, and the peach Qianjin sword blade was raised diagonally upward, making the biggest way in swordsmanship, and the word breaking trick happened to collide with the head of the green steel stick.

There was another bang, Wei Ye was shocked and numb, but he felt that half of his arms were trembling, but he still clenched the peach daughter, and the blade of the sword was directly attached to the body of the stick, and he was about to slide forward and cut the fingers of this pale head of unknown origin.

If Wei Ye's swordsmanship was as subtle as his technique, this move should be the most suitable way to deal with it, but the mustachioed immortal warlock received a miserable evaluation of his swordsmanship level in the adventurer's skill evaluation at the Astral Gate.

The sword sticks to the stick body and deceives a few inches, Wei Yezhao did not make him old, the pale head snorted coldly, his wrist turned, and the green steel rod was twisted in a line. Wei Ye, who was clinging to the peach daughter, suddenly felt that what he was holding was not a steel rod, but a crazy python, and the sword body was no longer able to exert its strength, so it was hard to shake away! Although the peach daughter was still holding it, the five fingers and the palm of the palm had long been unable to bear the strength, and only a burst of paralysis came, as if this time, even the hand was not his own.

Fighting with a genuine martial artist, even if a swordsman with swordsmanship is sparse, it is not easy to get a good deal, so-

Wei Ye pulled the sword trick in his left hand, pressed the spine of the peach thousand gold sword, and slashed the horizontal sword, and a fire-colored rune suddenly ignited on the burgundy sword body, which was dazzling red in the sun.

"If you fight for too long, you'll get noisy with your neighbors, so come on, let's get it done. ”

Before he finished speaking, the peach daughter Shangdong Yang Sword Zhu turned into a red mang, and the blazing sharp energy directly devoured the tail of the green steel stick, and the magic sword and Taoist technique were launched at the same time, just like the snake of the reckless, the head and tail were concurrent.

Wei Ye has learned to be obedient, and he no longer fights with his opponent who is ruthless, and the fire on the sword spits letters, like a soul-snatching arrow, or a whip of the soul, quickly and ruthlessly rolled up!

The immortal warlock and the warrior who was by no means pale head were not far away, or two steps, or three steps, the fire catalyzed by the Dongyang Sword Zhu brought out a hint of wind whistling and was about to attach a green steel rod, if Wei Ye's trick was really successful, this green steel stick would definitely become a blazing red soldering iron lying in the refining furnace waiting to be quenched.

The service is very ruthless.

It's just that the Dongyang Sword Zhu turns the Dongyang Sanqi into a spiritual flame, and the spiritual flame into a sword, Wei Ye is already familiar with this technique, why would he rather go to the trouble of burning other people's sticks than directly use this fiery sharp light to open a few scorching and tragic openings on the opponent's body?

Feeling the scorching aura coming from the other end of the long stick, the expression of the martial artist, who never wanted this aura to continue to spread, finally became extremely solemn. His pupils became extremely bright, and I don't know if it was because of excitement or other unknown reasons, a majestic force that seemed to be able to burn the meridians, stimulated by the Dongyang Sword Zhu Yan, suddenly grew from his lower back, and in the turn of his mind, it penetrated all four limbs. At the moment when the flame energy generated by Dongyang Sword Zhu seemed to have seized the opportunity, this powerful force born from the sea of snow mountain qi came first and spread towards the entire green steel rod!

Echoing this force, the stick of the green steel rod began to tremble slightly, and no longer passively accepted the scorching breath of the Dongyang Sword Zhu according to the basic law of heat transfer...... The slight tremor turned into a high-speed vibration, and the scorching sharp energy could no longer approach the body of the green steel rod, so it was bounced away, making a strange noise.

However, at this time, Wei Ye had already rushed to make his next move, his wrist flicked, and the tip of the peach gold sword was twisted into the green steel rod.

If the blade of the sword touches the green steel rod from the ground, it is almost not forced, like a goose feather rubbing the stick and falling slightly.

The sword moves were weak and gentle like a warm wind, but with Wei Ye's sword style, the scorching aura suddenly changed from a wanton invasion like a burning wilderness to a scorching wind blade!

At this moment, Wei Ye showed all the most subtle means of his Dao technique, and he had already used this technique as if he were a finger. If I had changed my opponent, I was afraid that I would have been hit by these scorching wind blades for seventeen or eighteen bone wounds!

The wind blade swirls and slashes, and in Rusi's swift and vicious offensive, there is only one way to deal with it. A flash of rage flashed in the eyes of this warrior who pretended to be a pale head, and the moment he stepped up, he had already taken a step in the direction of Wei Ye.

One step forward, a stick against Wei Ye's chest, is the most direct and wild way to fight together. In the next moment, one person's sternum was shattered, and one person's body was cut by the scorching wind blade, and finally turned into a pile of inhuman-shaped corpses like dead branches and leaves, adding a big problem to the person who was pretending to be buried, just like the ruler between the eyebrows and his mortal enemy.

It's like the most vulgar and boring costume drama, or the kind that is too violent and bloody to be banned from being broadcast at ordinary times.

Even the onlookers didn't want to watch this kind of bloody drama, and someone shouted: "Stop!"

With this shout, the sound of the wind whistle suddenly appeared.

With the sound of the wind, Jin was followed by a murmur that resembled a snapping of a machine, which made people feel a sore tooth. I don't know when the Dao Dao air flow that appeared on the green steel rod, with a light green mist, tightly restrained the green steel rod, only the stick was slightly against Wei Ye's chest.

And Wei Ye's peach daughter also stopped in mid-air, still maintaining the posture of holding the sword in front of the finger. On the edge of the sword, there was no flame dancing, only a few bean talisman seals formed by fire floating three inches from the tip of the sword.

Under the sun, the firelight was not as eye-catching as it was after nightfall, and these talismans were the same size as the oil lamp flames with short wicks cut out of ordinary households, and it was not easy to see clearly. But even these few flames, which were more dazzling and limited than the fireflies, were ill-intentioned to patrol the throat of the samurai who made the stick.

Behind him, someone pushed open the lid of the cedar coffin, and put his hands on the coffin board to change a more comfortable posture: "Boss Wei, we are here to talk to you about business, not to ask you for a vendetta, the sword can be withdrawn, right?"

Knowing that this death match had become the most boring martial arts competition between the Jianghu people, Wei Ye didn't look at the person behind him, he only chuckled and said, "Accept." ”

With a "concession", the peach daughter suddenly drooped, and the few firelight talismans moved like a spiritual snake, and disappeared into the sword body in a blink of an eye, Wei Ye returned the sword to the sheath, and turned his head away, leaving only a not very serious nonsense: "Old man He, the skin on your face is broken." ”

Before the warrior could reach out and touch his face, a young woman's sigh had already sounded in response to his words: "The production of the high biomimetic mask takes a long time, you can send and receive mana freely, why bother to damage our family's mask?"

"Oh, that's so sorry. But He Ming's kid is obviously a few years younger than me, but he wants to pretend to be an old man to challenge my eyesight, play to find the wrong me, of course, to leave a mark on the wrong face, you say yes. ”

Throwing a smile more sarcastically than apologetically, Wei Ye was in a good mood and looked at He Ming, who was removing the tall biomimetic mask from his face in annoyance, and then took a spin and sat on the edge of the coffin with a golden knife.

Inside the coffin, Gan Wantang, who had not been in the coffin for many days, was wearing a white dress made of fine linen and white silk, half-leaning against the inner wall of the coffin, and was looking at him with his hands on his chin.

The weavers of the white linen clothes are not bad, the threads are fine and flat, and they are much more pleasing to the eyes than the masculine Xuanduan sacrificial robes that are too square in style. The only problem is that Gan Wantang's white body is really a shroud that is not authentic, or a shroud specially used for the murderous rites of people who died young.

Leading the errand of killing the monsters in the fledgling climate in Gyeonggi, and doing some private work for himself by the way, Wei Ye has no attention to some taboos at all. He just clipped his hands, looked at the priestess who had no crown or bun, and finally his eyes fell on the other party's long brown hair.

"I remember the last time we met, your hair was still black. ”

"That's for the need to blend in with the environment," Gan Wantang replied with a smile, she was half leaning on the inner wall of the coffin as comfortably as leaning on the back of the ward's special care bed, "This time I took great pains to ask Xiao He to bring me to meet you, and I also need to have a frank showdown with you." ”

"Showdown, showdown?" Wei Ye shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Whether the color of the hair is black, white or brown is a personal matter, and it has nothing to do with others. ”

Wei Ye can pretend to be stupid as much as possible, but Gan Wantang doesn't plan to easily uncover this layer:

"We're not in the same situation as we were before, so let's get it straight. We came to visit this time, firstly, to retrieve the Taoist book that was previously given to you for interpretation and to pay off your labor fee, and secondly, I brought a new commission. ”

Hearing the word "commission", Wei Ye still had a lazy smile on his face, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Entrustment? For things like strategic transfer and retreat, you should first make up for the history of ancient warfare, such as the retreat from Nanjing to Taipei, or the Dunkirk retreat or something." ”

His suggestion did not impress Gan Wantang, the priestess who didn't seem to have the grandeur of the organization supervisor shook her head, looked at Wei Ye seriously and said: "Whether it is us, the Big Gun Mansion or the Northern Lieutenant Officer Corps who are already a little crazy, everyone understands that whether it is the Yellow Turban Rebellion or the warlord melee, it is inevitable now. Yes, inevitably. ”

"Inevitable" has many meanings, but as a former humanities researcher who changed careers halfway, Wei Ye knows better than anyone what it means to be inevitable. This is the little man head-on to meet the general trend of history, just like the praying mantis that is so angry that all the neurons are used to command the exoskeleton to run over the ox cart, the broken bones are still second, the key is that there is a bastard on the ox cart shouting: "The wheel of history is running over!

Historians conclude that the Han Dynasty died by force, the center of the half of the family, and the local wealthy clans, and the resulting manor economy with the characteristics of personal dependence of the people made the family become the feudal aristocracy of the European Middle Ages. Therefore, the wealthy families will inevitably seek the political interests of their class, which is the general trend, and the Yellow Turban Uprising, which was set off by representatives of frustrated small landlords like Zhang Jiao, a great virtuous and good teacher, took advantage of the dissatisfaction of the lower class people, and only catalyzed the process of accelerating the rise of these powerful people.

Wei Ye, who knew this, spread his hands, casually crossed one leg, and asked with a half-perfunctory and half-serious smile: "So, what help does the Luoyang Branch of Taiping Dao want from me?"

"Quite simply, we want a detailed analysis of the Prison's internal magic protection system. ”