While Duo Jiao was talking to the visitor, the iron sword man's eyes slowly became solemn.

The duel between masters and masters did not require words, and after staring at each other for a short time, the man dragged his sword, jumped up, and slashed at the black-robed man.

Sou!

The muddy water splashed, and strangely, the black-robed man with his bare hands disappeared.

"Not good!"

When he reappeared, the man with the iron sword had already felt a sudden soreness in his waist, as if he had been hit by something...... Then, the stormy fist, from the waist, abdomen, head, back and even the eyebrow bone, the sun and even the lower abdomen, between the legs, no matter what secret parts you have, there is only one word: beat!

This kind of continuous strike has no signs of stopping at all, and it doesn't look conspicuous, but it uses dark energy and inch strength, pursuing the word "fast"!

I can't see any injuries on the flesh, but the penetration is strong, and the flesh is like a drum, and it keeps getting up one by one. Suddenly, the man with the iron sword felt dizzy and lost his resistance, and completely became a humanoid sandbag that was abused and beaten in the air.

"Ah......h

At this moment, he suddenly let out a terrible wail!

It turned out that this time, the opponent was impartial, and a punch hit the crotch, and something seemed to be broken.

Then, the nightmare finally ended, and the opponent stopped continuing to attack.

Smack!

The iron sword man fell heavily from mid-air, struggling in the mud, this cultivation was considered useless, he raised his head and his eyes were dull, "You are, you are ......" The man was terrified, "The nine-headed corpse vulture shouldn't mess with you, you are the half-step realm master." ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you move people who shouldn't be moved. The man said that, kicked the man to the wall with his legs, and immediately split it with his hand, and suddenly the ink bamboo closest to him turned into a bamboo spear, and with a light finger, the bamboo spear was pointed at the throat of the other party.

As long as you advance one more inch, the other party will surely die.

Not far away, Duo Jiaobei, who was watching the battle, bit his teeth and gave an order, "Don't kill him!" and then glared at the man on the wall: "Say, are you sent by the eldest princess Yanzhu?"

In the Yongyuan Imperial City, Duo Jiao's biggest rival is Yanzhu.

So she subconsciously thought that Yanzhu was diverting the tiger from the mountain, luring away Xiyun and letting him attack her. There is only one conjecture that can explain all of Duojiao's doubts.

"This person is gone, and he is not Yanzhu's person, let him go!"

The tone of the black robe was indifferent, but there was an inexplicable convincingness.

"Just let him go so cheaply?

"Your Highness, I expect that when he leaves here, he will end even worse. How could a person like me with a clear grievance let him go so easily. We are the people of the Kyushu Sword Sect, and we will not let go of any bad person!"

As soon as these words came out, Duo Jiao was dizzy, staring at Yi Shaocheng but not letting go for a moment.

Yes!

Kyushu Sword Sect, what an ancient name, in an instant, countless things came to mind, but it was all beautiful, as if even the color of memories was colorful, Duo Jiao's throat choked, and her eyebrows finally revealed a trace of doubt due to great joy.

Almost at the same time, Yi Shaocheng also slowly lifted the hood......

Duo Jiao's eyes remained motionless, and her hands tightened.

Finally, this gentle face slowly appeared in the eyes.

She subconsciously bit her pale lips to prevent herself from making a sound, however, how could this move contain her complicated feelings of joy and sorrow?

In the past, the red rope was goodbye, and now goodbye, it is a vicissitudes of life.

As far as the eye can see, the verdant ink bamboo has been vividly destroyed, and it has become a muddy wasteland.

"The rules of this sect are ......," Duo Jiao choked up and said, "This is your new rule, how come I never remembered." ”

Yi Shaocheng smiled, and tears were hot on his resolute cheeks.

......

The torrential rain poured down, and in the post station dozens of miles away from Yongyuan City, a group of people surrounded the stove to drive away some moisture.

This group of people was none other than the Han Dynasty's envoys.

Since Yi Shaocheng surveyed the lair of the nine-headed corpse vulture in Yongyuan City, he has not returned, and as the backbone of the team, he has not returned, and everyone is a little uneasy.

"Brother Xiang, we've all arrived outside Yongyuan City, why don't we go in, it's really strange. It's not easy for us to go all the way, I don't want to live in this leaky house on sunny days and water leaks on rainy days, and it would be nice to be able to go into the city tonight. Someone complained.

Xiang Zhong unhurriedly lifted a jar of wine and opened it, frowning.

"Brother Xiang likes to sell guanzi, say it quickly, it's not good to drink just wine, I still have some high-quality venison jerky, bring it to you to drink. ”

So saying, the man took out the tightly wrapped venison jerky.

This venison jerky looks fat and thin, and it is a rare good thing for this group of people.

Xiang Zhong licked his fingers, tore the venison jerky, and then distributed the wine to everyone and said: "These days are the New Year of the Dian Kingdom, and the city is very lively, especially tomorrow, it is the martial arts competition for the selection of the first warrior of the Dian Kingdom that is only held once in five years, and the city is even more lively. ”

"Brother, I remember that it seems to be fighting for Atai, this group of barbarians is nothing to do, if the Snapdragon general comes out, won't it be easy to take it? It seems that this Atai is not very good!"

There was a burst of laughter all around, dispelling the previously solemn and depressing atmosphere.

After laughing, someone sighed: "What about the general, why haven't you returned yet?"

The crowd immediately frowned again.

As he was talking, Yi Shaocheng opened the door curtain, and as soon as everyone saw him, they immediately became respectful. However, there are still a few people among them, who are not the original members of Yi Shaocheng's team, but who were inserted by the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and their eyebrows are slightly raised, which can be regarded as a tribute to Yi Shaocheng.

This kind of person is a group of people who are very high in official rank and very strong, but they are arrogant, and they are more noble than Xiang Zhong and others, so they will naturally not be in the same league with them.

Yi Shaocheng threw his burden on the table, and after opening it, the smell of all kinds of delicious sauce and marinade immediately spread, and even this group of high-ranking military attachés couldn't help it. This is all the food that Duo Jiao ordered someone to prepare for Yi Shaocheng, and he couldn't take it alone, so he stayed with many brothers to enjoy it.

At this moment, Yi Shaocheng shared delicious food with everyone, dozens of miles away in the slum area of Yongyuan Imperial City, in the dilapidated house near the sewer, the fire was booming, and more than a dozen masters of the king realm, some were napping, some were squinting, showing a lazy and self-conscious state.

Only the fierce and gloomy nine-headed corpse vulture, looked at the chaotic light that came in from the entrance, shook his head, and said hoarsely and gloomily, "It's so late, it's really a little hungry!"

This sentence did not attract the attention of others,

But when he put down the heavy copper pot on his back, there was a dull sound, but everyone opened their eyes, and some people even showed indignation, obviously the nine-headed corpse vulture This move disturbed everyone's rest.

"You, go and stack some wood. ”

"You, look at what, go find some chives. ”

"The rest of the brothers, let's move, don't be afraid that this will make you lazy maggots. ”

Under the power of the nine-headed corpse vulture, the other masters were finally driven, and after a while, the firewood arrived, and the soup was also poured into the big ding, the fire jumped, and the nine-headed corpse vulture rubbed his palms, and said: "Now, it's just the main master." ”

After a long time, there was a noise outside, and it was not until they got closer that everyone could see clearly, it turned out that this was the man with the iron sword who had returned from defeat, and now he was really miserable, and his face was beyond recognition. There were big bags bulging on his face, blood was dripping, and even his vision was a little blurred.

"I ...... I am back. ”

Everyone was silent, and no one was interested, but the nine-headed corpse vulture smiled slightly, and when he approached, he suddenly pulled out the sword of the iron sword man, and then sharpened it on the edge of the wall of the copper tripod, with sparks, and the sound of stabbing was very harsh.

"What's this, what is this for?" the man with the iron sword felt the atmosphere freeze a little.

"I'm hungry!"

The nine-headed vulture turned its head violently, his tone a little solemn, but there was a kind smile on his face.

The iron sword man struggled to open his eyes, and only then did he see clearly that there was a trace of disdain and mocking smile on the corner of the nine-headed corpse vulture's mouth, and then he felt cold, and he lost all feelings.

Inside the copper tripod, a red-black head immediately floated up...... The nine-headed vulture sniffed the smell and looked intoxicated.

......