On the road, the wind and snow were shaking.

"Little boss, how come your sword is so fast that you can't even ride a horse?"

Tie Chuanjia's expression was a little weird, and he and Liu Baiyi were enduring the wind and snow on their way.

"Does sword speed have anything to do with horseback riding?"

Liu Baiyi looked at the road ahead calmly.

"Well, it's okay. ”

Tie Chuanjia was stunned for a moment, and then responded.

"Do you have to be able to ride a horse if you are fast with a sword?"

Liu Baiyi looked at the snow curtain in front of him, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Not necessarily. ”

Tie Chuanjia replied concisely and quickly when he heard this, and then his face looked solemn, and even changed color a little.

In the distance in the snow, there stood a man standing upright, wearing a green cloth robe with fluttering sleeves, this robe would be too long no matter who he wore it, but when he wore it, the cloth could not cover his knees.

He was already frighteningly looking, but he still wore a strange tall hat on his head, and suddenly he looked like a dead tree.

The most strange thing is that the wind and snow can't get close to the man's body, and with such a big snow, I can see that the man's clothes are clean.

And his eyes were cyan, the eyeballs were cyan, and the whites of his eyes were also cyan, flashing and shining, like a ghost fire in this snow, and when the wind blew, a pair of strange claws on the hands under the big sleeves were exposed, like the impermanence of seducing the soul and asking for life.

"Blue Devil Hand?"

Liu Baiyi spoke, but it didn't spread far before it was drowned in the wind.

"I'm curious, how can a person like you, who doesn't understand internal strength, be able to compare with Xiao Li Feidao and me?"

Yi cried's voice was cold, and Bi Sensen's eyes were looking at Liu Baiyi.

"In this world, internal force is not the only criterion for measuring strength and weakness. ”

Liu Baiyi was already holding the sword in his hand, and his eyes were staring at the sword body.

Tie Chuanjia stepped aside with a solemn face, dealing with a master like Yi Ai, he no longer had any advantage in his cultivation skills.

"Indeed, some people who don't know martial arts are more terrible than some who know martial arts. ”

Yi Waiyan seemed to think of something to say, but his gloomy face was more like a dead man's face, there was no expression at all, his face was very stiff, only a pair of eyes were moving.

"I thought you were going to look for him, but I didn't expect you to be waiting for us here. ”

Liu Baiyi's words were a little surprised.

"I do want to go to him, but with the three great monks and several good players, even I am afraid that I will not be defeated. ”

Yi's crying tone was not concealed in the slightest, but it was still cold.

"But I want to trade your life for his life, and he should do it. ”

Before the words fell, Yi Wairen had disappeared in place, just like a stiff puppet, his two little legs had already floated straight over, his body was like a ghost, and the blue light flashed in his hand, which was the hand of the green devil who frightened the people in the rivers and lakes.

"Haha......"

The poignant laughter sounded at the same time, and under the wind and snow, this laughter only made Liu Baiyi extremely harsh, like a cry, like the cry of a night owl.

Yi Wai's right hand had also been stretched out, and the strange and hideous iron gloves glowed with a terrifying cyan glow.

"Poof!"

Liu Baiyi also took out his sword at the same time, and the sword shadow was even greener than the green devil's hand.

"Zheng ......"

A strange voice sounded, and I saw a strange smile on Yi Wai's originally stiff face, and his blue devil was holding the autumn water cold in his hand.

"This is your sword, and I'm disappointed. ”

Yi cried and laughed as if crying.

But Liu Baiyi's complexion remained unchanged, and even his eyes did not change.

At the moment when Yi Wai spoke, Liu Baiyi also held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and then a flash of cyan brilliance flashed.

"Boom...... Boom......"

The smile of the Blue Devil hand froze on his face, his eyes were a little incredulous, and his body staggered back, his hand had let go of the autumn water cold.

"As I said, internal strength is not the only criterion for measuring strength. ”

Liu Baiyi looked at Yi Wai, who was gradually falling in the snow, and said slowly, holding a sword in each hand, and then merging together under his fading gaze, as if this was a sword.

"It's a pity. ”

Liu Baiyi looked at the dead Yi Cry and shook his head, he did not use his real strength, but used a scheming to show the enemy weakness and attack him unprepared.

He is not yet a qualified swordsman, he has not yet reached the path of sincerity that a certain sword god said, only sincerity and sincerity can reach the peak of swordsmanship, and those who are not sincere are not enough to talk about swords.

It's a pity that he is not a sword god, he has not yet reached that realm, he is still only on the road to survival, maybe one day when he embarks on the road of defeat, maybe he will reach that realm, or maybe he will take another different path.

"Little boss, it's time to go. ”

Tie Chuanjia interrupted Liu Baiyi's distraction, and the two continued on the road, their bodies slowly disappearing into the snow.

And Yi Wai is slowly covered by the wind and snow, no matter how frightening he was in life, he is just a corpse when he dies, maybe he will be found by people in a few days, and the rivers and lakes will be shocked, but unfortunately the protagonist is no longer him, he has become someone else's stepping stone.

The rivers and lakes are like this, this is the rivers and lakes, all their lives are for fame and profit, but unfortunately one day they will be replaced by others, the night before they still drank and sang, and the next night they died silently.

......

"Have you heard? The five poisonous boys made a move, the three Shaolin monks were actually injured and one died, Master Xinmei was poisoned on the spot and could not be saved, and the other two monks were also highly poisoned, and in the end, it was Li Xunhuan who took action to save a life. ”

Liu Baiyi and Tie Chuanjia walked in the crowd, listening to the whispers and rumors.

"Poison, five poisonous boys?"

He spoke thoughtfully, and his eyes were even more discolored when he heard that it was his heart that died.

"It seems that the monk still hasn't escaped death after all. ”

Liu Baiyi was a little surprised.

He slowly looked at the end of the bazaar, where the mountains towered, and green smoke faintly floated out of the mountains, occasionally revealing a corner, which was the thousand-year-old temple, Shaolin Temple.

"Let's go, let's find an inn to stay in first, and we'll think about it in the long run. ”

Liu Baiyi looked at the noisy street market and said to Tie Chuanjia.

The two of them then walked to the door of a slightly remote inn, and then slowly walked inside.

But under this entry, Liu Baiyi's eyes suddenly changed slightly, because he saw a few scattered guests sitting inside, and in the middle, there was a pair of grandchildren, the grandson was a white-haired old man and his granddaughter, and the prepared family was actually preparing to tell a story, which was what really made him change color.

Liu Baiyi couldn't help but smile while being stunned, sighing in his heart, but suddenly thinking of something, the smile on his face gradually faded.

"Little boss, what's wrong with you?"

Tie Chuanjia noticed the change in Liu Baiyi's clothes and couldn't help asking.

"Nothing. ”

Liu Baiyi shook his head.

The two then opened two rooms and went upstairs.

"Interesting. ”

The old man, who was about to tell the story, chuckled as if he sensed something.

"Grandpa, what are you muttering?

After the old man finished speaking, he heard a loud roar from his granddaughter in his ear, and he was suddenly shocked.

"What do you want to do?"

The old man didn't seem to react.

"Storytelling. ”

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