Leng Hanshuang frowned: "You still have so many senior brothers." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAre your senior brother and third senior brother powerful?Even if they are powerful, I'm afraid they are not the opponents of Da Wei Demon. ”

Lu Wushuang glanced at the cold frost: "My senior brother's martial arts are not as good as those of the Da Wei Demon, but he is extremely resourceful. As long as he's here, we can all have peace of mind. My third senior brother is born with divine power, even if he is not defeated by Da Wei Demon, but Da Wei Demon can't bargain for anything if he wants to. The four of us together can be called invincible in the world. ”

Leng Hanshuang's eyes opened a slit slightly, and he looked Lu Wushuang up and down, with a rare smile on his face: "I don't know what the girl has to say such a big thing." You are just a fledgling under the wings of your brothers, and you dare to call the world invincible. ”

Lu Wushuang didn't have the slightest anger, leaned against the door frame of the door, looked at the cold frost, and said lightly: "Since you say so, then I might as well tell you." Have you ever heard of the Divine Fire Sect?"

Leng Hanshuang nodded: "I've heard of it." The Divine Fire Sect was created by Zhang Tianlei, but unfortunately it disappeared quickly. ”

Lu Wushuang raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "You are wrong. The Divine Fire Sect did not disappear. We are the descendants of the Divine Fire Sect. My senior brother is the current sect master of the Divine Fire Sect. ”

Leng Hanshuang's eyes flashed slightly: "What kind of evidence do you have? It can't be a lie, right?"

Lu Wushuang pursed his lips and smiled: "Of course it's the Divine Fire Token." There's no need for me to lie to you. My senior brother is a veritable current sect master of the Divine Fire Sect. ”

The corners of Leng Hanshuang's mouth hooked slightly, and he said teasingly: "It seems that I am disrespectful." ”

A smug smile appeared on Lu Wushuang's face: "Although the Divine Fire Sect is now respected by the senior brother, among the four of my senior brothers, only I am the most proficient in the black stone and fire phosphorus techniques. If it weren't for my Divine Fire Bomb, Da Wei Demon Yan would have been so badly injured. ”

Leng Hanshuang's face suddenly turned serious: "I heard how famous the Divine Fire Sect was back then, and the firearms made by Zhang Tianlei made the Qing army frightened. But I haven't heard of any amazing actions from your four apprentices. ”

Lu Wushuang's face was a little gloomy: "Although we are the descendants of the Divine Fire Sect, except for the senior brother, we are all too young, so although we are people from the Divine Fire Sect, we have not really inherited the mantle of the master and his old man." We inquired in many ways and learned that the master was imprisoned by the Sword God under the Laojun Pavilion of Bailiu Villa before his death, and left behind his life's work "Minutes of Divine Fire". It's a pity that we didn't get to see Master until the end. Have you met my master and the Divine Fire Minutes?"

Leng Hanshuang raised his head and thought about it, then shook his head and said, "Although we have all been imprisoned under the Laojun Pavilion, we have never met. By the way, I want to correct you, neither I nor Zhang Tianlei were imprisoned under the Laojun Pavilion by the Sword God. Although I don't really like Ximen Kuanghui, a pretentious guy, I still know his personality. He can't do anything to imprison someone else. Bailiu Villa has a lot of classics, and I stooped under the Laojun Pavilion in order to seek the mystery of the Seven Absolute Swords. And your master Zhang Tianlei must also want to study the art of divine fire so that he is willing to see the light of day under the Laojun Pavilion for the rest of his life. As for the "Minutes of Divine Fire", I have not heard of it, but I think that if Zhang Tianlei really had to write this book, then this book is most likely in the hands of Ximen Kuanghui. ”

Lu Wushuang's pink stalk lowered and muttered: "The Divine Fire Minutes fell into the hands of the Sword God, wouldn't anyone want to get it." ”

Leng Hanshuang said: "If you wait for the descendants of the Divine Fire Sect, I believe he will give it to you." Ximen Kuanghui has similar ambitions as me in his life, except for kendo, he doesn't care about anything else at all. ”

Lu Wushuang's willow eyebrows raised slightly, and he said unhappily: "Maybe the sword god is not rare." But I don't know how many people in this river and lake, and even the current imperial court are coveting its whereabouts. In my opinion, "Divine Fire Minutes" shocked the world more than any peerless martial arts. Even if Helian Qingtian was reincarnated, it would be difficult to resist the power of artillery. I heard that before Helian Qingtian died, he was beaten to nothing by the Qing army's red-coated cannons. If it hadn't rained at that time, the gunpowder of the cannon was a little damp, and I was afraid that he would be blown to pieces on the spot. ”

Cold Frost fell silent again.

Seeing that Leng Hanshuang no longer spoke, Lu Wushuang turned around and walked into his room.

Leng Hanshuang looked at Lu Wushuang's waist swinging the lotus leaf, and there was a trace of sadness in his heart.

After a long time, Leng Hanshuang muttered to himself: "Leng Hanshuang, Leng Hanshuang, what's wrong with you?

On the other side of the street, a figure had been standing on the roof for a long time. The gray monk's robe swayed in the wind, and under the gray monk's hat was a pair of eyes that shone with a faint light. The man had a black scarf over his face, and he couldn't see any expression. When he saw that the lights in the small courtyard where Cold Frost was going out, he turned around and left. He had just jumped out onto the street when suddenly his figure jerked away. He noticed that a man appeared in front of him and behind him, blocking the front and back passages of the street. Just between breaths, a sneer appeared on his face, which of course was difficult for others to detect.

Standing in front of him was a large man, tall and burly, dressed in a black tight-fitting cloth suit, his face also covered with a black veil. The big man carried a gold-backed chopping knife on his shoulder, and under the shadow of the stars, the blade was glowing with a gentle cold light, and the air was cold. This man stood in the wind, like Tarzan, not moving.

The gray-clothed monk only stopped for a moment, then walked slowly forward with a Zen staff in his left hand. The twelve gold rings on the Zen staff also accompanied the movement of the monk's figure, swaying and clanging.

The black-clothed man clenched the hilt of the big knife on his shoulder with his right hand, staring at the gray-clothed monk who was approaching with blazing eyes.

There was no change in the gray-robed monk's body, not even the dust on his body.

The two grew closer and closer until they could hear each other's breathing.

Suddenly, the man in black let out a loud roar, his body rose high, raised his knife in both hands, and slashed at the gray-clothed monk with all his might. The touch of the blade brought a violent cold wind, blowing the gray-clothed monk's robe hunting. This time he used the greatest strength of his life.

Never before had he delivered such a full blow. It stands to reason that he shouldn't. Because although this knife is powerful and heavy, it is easy to dodge this knife according to the opponent's body. And he will expose his empty door to the other party, so it will be extremely dangerous. But he still did not hesitate to do so, because Chu Jinglian told him that it was absolutely impossible for this blow to miss. Because of pride, because the other party is a demon, with the kind of pride that others rarely have. Even though his internal injuries were not healed, his pride still caused him to raise his Zen staff.