"My lord, there are three strangely dressed people outside the camp who want to see you by name. The autumn wind slowly knocked on the wooden door, waking up Zhang Zheng, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, he got up, tied his cloak, grabbed the long knife on the wooden frame, and came out of the room, and walked towards the outside of the camp.

The master of the East Factory has already faced the person who came, dozens of strong warriors dressed in black and holding steel knives surrounded the people in the mouth of the autumn wind, Luo Jusheng and his wife watched the battle with the master of the black-clothed arrow team, his face was not very good-looking, and one of the people who came made him very jealous, that was an old monk wearing a yellow robe and holding a tin staff, with a white beard fluttering.

The other two dressed as Taoist priests, held the dust, and wore Tai Chi robes. One was dressed in a navy blue coarse linen coat and had a long black sword on his back.

"The sword is frightened, the unicorn, the air, the three of you come to my East Factory to do something. Luo Jusheng took a half-step forward and said in a deep voice. The internal force around his body is secretly running, the palm hidden in the sleeve is tight, and the middle finger sticks out, which is already the starting style of the strong golden steel finger.

Any one of these three people is taken out, they are all giants who have been famous for decades, and Luo Jusheng is really not an opponent, not to mention that he is a traitor of Shaolin Temple, and when he sees Kongpingbai, he is three points weaker.

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"Get out of the way, the three of us are here to find your big stall leader. The world's first sword Qingfeng said undoubtedly, a majestic sword momentum overwhelmingly surged over, and the masters of Dongchang who were directly pressed kept retreating, their faces were pale, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"This is the East Factory, and you can't be presumptuous. Luo Jusheng shouted, but the confidence was not very sufficient, but the words were annoyed, the old monk glared at him, stood up and folded his hands and said: "You are my Shaolin traitor, the poor monk does not take you, you are already looking at the face of the Buddha, if you don't know what to do, then don't blame the poor monk for cleaning the door." ”

"Old bald donkey. Luo Jusheng scolded secretly, but had to take half a step back, and at this moment, the huge iron door suddenly opened, and Zhang Zheng walked out of it with a long knife.

"What's going on?" he asked in a deep voice when he saw the tense scene.

"My lord, these three people are not good. Autumn Wind whispered behind him.

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"Let's all step down, Dongchang represents the face of the imperial court, and it shouldn't do such a shameless thing. He waved his hand at everyone, and the masters of these black-clothed arrow teams collected their long knives one after another, returned to the stone stairs and stood on both sides of the stone stairs, countless fierce eyes staring at the three of them tightly, with murderous intent and full of evil spirit.

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"The first sword in the world. ”

"The empty monk of Shaolin Temple. ”

"The unicorn of the Qilin Gate. ”

Zhang Zheng walked down the stone stairs, his eyes fell on the three people not far away, called out their names one by one, and finally asked: "A few seniors came to my Dongchang to do things for the imperial court. ”

Since ancient times, the court and the martial arts are incompatible, these martial arts masters are all pretentious, and the most taboo thing is to have a relationship with the court, and his words fell into the ears of the three of them, which is tantamount to a naked insult.

"Arrogant boy, you know exactly where we come from. The sword shouted.

"Hurry up and hand over the knife spectrum, otherwise Dongchang won't be able to shelter you. ”

Zhang Zheng was unmoved, just frowned, and then said, "It was Lu Huanong from Shuiyue Nunnery who asked you to come." ”

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He stood up, folded his hands, and said with a sad look on his face: "I waited for the three of us to come, just hoping that the donor would turn back to the shore, and the three swords of dominating the world and the three swords of the Nose Dao are magic swords, and once you cultivate, you will fall into the demon barrier and fall into the devil, becoming a scourge of the world." For the sake of martial arts and the common people, the poor monk will never allow anyone to cultivate the magic sword, and he hopes that the donor will forgive him. ”

The unicorn on the side of the "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" also stood up and said: "The donor's sword technique is the best in the world, so why bother cultivating the magic knife again." ”

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"Magic Knife?" he sneered twice, disdainfully, "Do you think I'm a Hundred Cultivators from the Sea?" If you want to retrieve the sword spectrum from me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do so." After finishing speaking, a strong oppression poured out of his body, and within thirty zhang of the surroundings, the temperature plummeted, as if entering a cold winter wax moon, and a hoarfrost centered on Zhang Zheng spread out in all directions.

"It's amazing, it's hard to cultivate the Yin Cold Internal Force to such a strong point, today's things are difficult. Li Kong sighed in his heart, Jian Feng and Qilinzi's complexions were not good-looking, in terms of the strength of internal force alone, the internal force they had refined for decades was not as strong as the man in white in front of them, which made the two of them look a little dim, and they thought that they were caught by hand, but now there is the greatest uncertainty.

They are all predecessors who have been famous in the rivers and lakes for decades, and they have also dominated the rivers and lakes with Guihai Bailian, although they were previously suppressed by the iron gallant god Hou Zhu and the undefeated naughty boy Gu Santong, but the three of them are also amazing and glamorous. For a rising star like Zhang Zheng, they actually didn't take it to heart, so as soon as they received Lu Huanong's flying pigeon message, they hurried over, wanting to subdue Zhang Zheng together and destroy the three knives of the nose knife, this is out of the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, even Cao Zhengchun did not dare to stop it, and in the final analysis, Zhang Zheng was wrong first.

"Boy, no matter what, you must not be allowed to cultivate the Demon Sword. The sword frightened the wind and directly pulled out the black iron sword on his back, three feet and three inches long, the blade was black, it was his saber, made of heavenly black iron, indestructible, blowing hair and breaking hair.

Sora and Kirin consciously stepped back and gave way to the place. After a moment of silence, the sword frightened the wind no longer held up, the light flashed in his eyes, and he took out the sword.

stab

His sword was very simple, it was an ordinary stabbing sword, silent, no light and no shadow, no brilliant sword qi, no brilliant sword light, only a wisp of black light across the air.

If the great wisdom is foolish, the road is simple, this is the unchanging truth, just like the monkey will change in seventy-two, and in the end it will not escape the five finger mountains of the Buddha.

The more you go to the back, the more you have to return to the basics, return to heaven and earth, the same is true of swordsmanship, any gorgeous, ever-changing, dazzling sword moves are not as strong as the sword fright, this sword is unavoidable, the invisible sword momentum has already shrouded Zhang Zheng's body, no matter how he dodges, he can't escape the blade.

The way of the sword that has entered the realm of transformation.

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It seemed to be slow and slow, it seemed to be fast but not fast, everyone could clearly see the trajectory of the sword, but no one could react.

"What a terrible sword. A group of Dongchang masters had palpitations, and couldn't help but gasp and look at the man in white.

There is no possibility that he will catch this sword, so what will he do?

How to break this stabbing sword, or die under the sword, everyone's eyes widened.

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Under their gaze, Zhang Zheng's frowning brows slowly flattened, and the corners of his mouth even had a vague smile, but in the next second, he took the knife.

Holding the scabbard in his left hand, his right hand gently rests on the handle of the knife more than a foot long, and the thumb of the blade is flicked with a flick.

"Tart" is like a drop of clear water falling into the lake, not big, but has a strong penetrating power, followed by a high-pitched sound of the knife echoed in the air, in an instant, Zhang Zheng out of the knife, and then his figure disappeared, the wind between heaven and earth suddenly rose, the white mist was confused, the wind is the knife, and he is the wind.

"A slash against the wind. ”

A wisp of wind swept through, the sword frightened the sword stopped, and the whole person suddenly stopped moving, standing like a puppet, one hand still maintained the posture of the sword, he didn't dare to move, because a sharp edge of cutting gold and jade was next to his neck, as long as it was next to a little, the head of the world's first sword was about to land.

"This ...... How can it be. The sword turned his head in disbelief, and a man in white stood behind him, holding a long black knife in his hand, and the blade of the knife was resting on his own neck.

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"What's impossible. Zhang Zheng grinned, and then inserted the long knife into the sheath with his backhand, and the sword frightened Wind retreated with the iron sword in despair.

"Master Kong, please don't hesitate to give me advice. ”