The sword and sword taught by His Royal Highness and the Lord of the County, Chu Donglai was extremely difficult to learn, even if both of them were young geniuses who had stepped into the threshold of the Great Cultivator with half a foot, and they had simplified and weakened both the way of the sword and the way of the sword, and the style taught was already quite easy to understand.

The swords and swords of the five grades are weak after all.

In fact, if you practice a sword or a sword, you will not enter the realm as slowly as you do today.

Left-handed sword, right-handed sword.

Chu Donglai is not afraid of hardship, when the carriage stops to rest at night, he lights a bonfire alone, and practices the basic skills with a knife and a knife, making a thousand knives, cutting a thousand piles, and collecting a thousand knives, sweating profusely, and not shouting tired.

It's the sixth night.

He calmly watched the firelight in the distance.

The sword is different from the sword, for women, the effort required by the knife is several times more than the sword because of talent.

Not far away, swords staggered, and sparks ignited.

Yi Xiao asked her, why do you have to carry a knife in one hand and a sword in the other?

"So, why do I carry a sword in one hand and a sword in the other?"

The girl said this domineeringly at the time, and now it seems that it is not a whim, but really willing to put in the heart and effort.

The sword was still stuck on the ground, Chu Donglai carried one hand behind his back, his back was extremely straight, and he was extremely difficult to lift the thick knife, which can be regarded as practicing "strength", which is a compulsory lesson for every swordsman.

Lord Commander opened his eyes.

The old man in the carriage also opened his eyes, his gaze was faint, as deep as the sea, he slowly moved his head, as if "see-through", looking in the direction of Chu Donglai's knife practice.

In the eyes is a purer black than the night.

"These small fish and shrimp, you still expect me to help you clean up?"

Half of Chu Liushui's body was a little weak, he couldn't carry a sword, he could only barely exert some strength, he couldn't even carry a bucket of water in Su Ri, if he opened his sleeves to see, that hand was already dead, skin and bones, and it looked oozing.

The old man shifted his body and brought his intact half of his body close to the curtain on the side of the carriage.

The smile on the corner of his lips was vague.

In their opinion, this pair of young men and women can sleep in the middle of the night, rely on each other for warmth, that is, the "chicks" who walk the rivers and lakes, are the children of a big family, they have no cultivation in their bodies, they can't escape, they will kill themselves, as long as they do it cleanly, without leaving traces, they will not cause trouble.

She held the knife flat in one hand.

Just keep the posture of practicing the knife.

The other three wrapped up the carriage of His Royal Highness.

This is already a big deal in the rivers and lakes of Jiangnan Province.

The eight-rank master relied on his cultivation to overwhelm "anyone" in the field, held his breath, walked out of the night, and approached the carriage without alarming a single grass or tree.

The qi engine of the eight-rank master is already quite long.

So on the big tree in front of the campfire, the figure that had been lurking for a long time had already moved before the screams were heard.

The light of the shuriken was like a curtain of rain, enveloping the girl who was originally immovable.

In an instant, the curtain was blown up!

A terrible cry of pain pierced the night, and the eight-rank master fell out of the carriage with his face in his hand, his hands were full of blood, and the two balls of things that were detained in his palms were black and white, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

On the other side of the bonfire, Chu Donglai's arm, who had maintained a knife practice posture, seemed to tremble slightly, which could be regarded as a relaxation caused by sourness.

The moment the tip of the knife hit the ground, Chu Donglai didn't look up, he already felt the huge shadow above his head.

Only Chu Donglai, who was only a fifth grade, threw this knife with all his strength, then rolled out, pulled out the thin sword inserted in the ground, and ran to the carriage in an instant.

He chased Chu Dong closely.

A sword is handed into the carriage!

The old man's face was calm, and he wiped the blade of the sword with one hand, slashed along the sword's momentum, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Bring out two pomps of blood.

The second was the assassin who chased Chu Donglai to the side of the carriage.

There was no more sound than the untimely scream, which startled away a clump of crows.

Chu Donglai's thick knife was inserted back into the earth.

Both are dead.

The old man leaned half over, opened the curtain of the carriage, and as expected, he saw a young man and a woman snuggling together, and the remaining two "not long-eyed", their bodies were limp and weak, and their knees slowly knelt in front of the carriage.

He who dies cannot die again.

Chu Liushui didn't speak, and calmly handed the thin sword back to Chu Donglai.

Chu Liushui squinted his eyes, a little uncomfortable.

Then comes the second touch.

The remote path leading to Donglai Road, there is no way ahead.

The so-called rivers and lakes are short, and they are most afraid of fires before and after, and burning themselves in the fire is to cause trouble.

The man frowned and said, "Do you know that you two have been killed?"

"You can be known"