On the bank of the Hanzhu River, hundreds of body refining martial artists watched intently as the tumbling river in front of them flowed eastward.

The man in the green robe stood almost at a distance from the river, and the tide ebbed and flowed, rushing and surging. Qi Ling had never used a sword, but at this moment, he felt that for a moment, his bones exploded, and he was eager to fight and fight. A sword flows eastward, the sword is the river, and the river is also the sword!

It's just that this kind of mysterious feeling has just appeared, and before Qi Ling can feel it, he is pulled back to reality by the movement behind him.

"Boy, I asked you to rush to reincarnation, and now you are running?"

Liao Bingchu didn't know when he had already ignored the perception of the tide, and now that the root cause of his sleepless night last night has been found, he must teach this lowly mud leg a good lesson.

Qi Ling retracted his thoughts, and was instantly hit in the face by a wave of slaps, and collided with a green robe, and the river water mixed with yellow mud dripped from the black hair on Qi Ling's head, and merged with the convergence on his clothes, flowing to the ground.

He turned around and happened to see the man with the sword who had the money bag stolen from the noodle restaurant that day standing next to Chen Xiaobing, with a hideous face, he had no scruples about making a move, and he didn't have the slightest virtue in his mouth.

"Little bastard, hurry up and hand over your grandfather's money bag!"

After being arrested, Chen Xiaobing was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was about to be choked by Liao Bingchu's neck, and the thin young man with dark skin turned around and ran towards Qi Ling.

Seeing that the lowly young man who had been caught in his hands disappeared in a blink of an eye, Liao Bingchu felt that this was simply insulting his skills, and he was ashamed of his identity as a disciple of Suojilou, I don't know if it was the reason for the battle between heaven and man who had not slept all night, or that the young man with the sword was originally ruthless by nature, and when he saw Chen Xiaobing get rid of his hand, Liao Bingchu, who was a martial artist, actually pulled out his sword and stabbed the young man in the back of the heart!

Rao is Chen Xiaobing's body is flexible, but the mud and water on the riverside are mixed, and it is not that he can easily spread his steps, Qi Ling's face was gloomy, and he could see that the long sword in the sheath was about to stab the young man in the back.

Three-foot ...... One foot!

Qi Ling stepped forward, pulled the young man behind him, dodged the sword that was fatal to him, and the long sword hit the snake with the stick, and did not accept it because the young man was protected by Qi Ling, but unscrupulously continued castration, and directly turned to stab Qi Ling in the chest.

For Qi Ling, a man in a green robe who was already soaking wet, it was indeed wrong for Xiao Bing to steal people's money before, and he didn't make a move, but just let it go again and again. Sideways to dodge the sharp tip of the long sword, Qi Ling thought that the man with the sword would stop, but unexpectedly, Liao Bingchu swept towards Qi Ling and the others without saying a word.

Qi Ling had no choice but to take a step forward, his right hand behind him to protect Chen Xiaobing, and his left hand grabbed the wrist of the man holding the sword, "You just want to pay back the money, don't you kill a child?"

Liao Bingchu was in pain from the power in his hand, and couldn't continue to move, he turned his head to look at the bearded man in the green robe fiercely, and was not cowardly because he was restrained by the other party, and sneered: "A lowly thief, kill if you don't kill it,"

Qi Ling said in a deep voice, "If you violate the ban by force in Chenjia Town and kill the local people indiscriminately, you are not afraid of being sanctioned by Chen Jianhai?"

Liao Bingchu laughed arrogantly: "Even if the riverside outside this town is already out of Chenjia Town, let alone my dignified lock rib building.....

Perhaps considering that the surname Chen is not far away, Liao Bing's first life will "still care about a little Chen Jianhai?" joke. "Hold back.

Before the words fell, Liao Bingchu's wrist flicked, broke free from the blue-robed man who grabbed his wrist, and slashed at the opponent's neck with a backhand.

When talking to the sword-wielding man in front of him, Qi Ling took the opportunity to look at the platform, but Chen Jianhai, who claimed to be strong and decent, seemed to be completely unaware of the inappropriateness and looked at the three of them with interest.

For everyone, this kind of dispute, I don't know how many cases will happen on August 15 every year?

"Khooth. ”

There was a sound of gold and stone, but it was the woman who was called Senior Sister by the man with the sword and blocked the killing move of the senior brother with a sword when Qi Ling retreated to dodge the blade.

The woman's chest rose and fell in anger, and she said coldly: "Senior Brother Liao, you have lost all the face of Suojilou!"

Liao Bingchu put down the long sword and held it in his hand, his expression was complicated, and he frowned: "Senior Sister Yuan, what are you doing here? What do you mean that I have lost all the face of the Suojilou? Senior Sister, why are you turning your elbow out?"

"I don't care, anyway, today, I can't watch you kill innocents indiscriminately!"

Qi Ling looked at the two senior brothers and sisters on the stalemate, and did not speak, and in less than a moment, the sound of the surging river had disappeared, Chen Xiaobing behind him didn't say a word, pulled Qi Ling by the hand, and the swarthy young man took the lead in plunging into the river, Qi Ling didn't bother to care about the two of them, turned around and jumped into the river with Chen Xiaobing.

Liao Bingchu looked at Yuan Xirou who was blocking him, then turned his head sideways to look at the two people who had disappeared behind Yuan Xirou, and snorted angrily and put the long sword back into the scabbard.

At this moment, there was no man in a green robe and a boy in dirty clothes on the riverside. I don't know when the white-clothed scholars who were distributed around the elder Sun Hong of the Chilei Gate and the young master Lei Junhao, the four men with the shoulders broke out, and attacked the old and the young together!

A shot is a killer move!

Perhaps no one remembers that five years ago, between Yushui County and Dingguan County, there was a group of horse thieves who occupied the mountains and were the kings of the Gods, and under the leadership of the nine masters, they had been rampant in the two counties, but they were thieves and thieves, specializing in robbing the rich and helping the poor, and cleaning up a lot of small sects and families who relied on force to cultivate and oppress the people. For a time, the martial arts sects in many towns in the two counties were all soldiers, tied their hands and feet, and they didn't dare to be too blatant, so they almost shrank their heads into their stomachs.

It wasn't until later that Lei Liangpeng, the master of the Chilei Gate, personally led 1,000 disciples in the sect, leaving only the Great Elder and 300 Sun Hong to sit in the sect, and the rest all went up the mountain to suppress bandits under the banner of eliminating harm for the people.

I don't know how to expose the God Exterminator Party of the Old Nest Shenyin Mountain, and was caught off guard by Lei Liangpeng's thousand disciples for a while. Many brothers died in Huangquan before they woke up in their sleep. The big boss Ren Titeng fought desperately to lead the other four brothers to escape. But he was also seriously injured and died.

And those four brothers are Zhang Hankun, a deadly scholar, a little grandmaster who cultivates, and is especially good at using a deadly peach blossom fan! There are also two people who are the seven holes of the big sword king, the peak cultivation of the martial artist, and they are nicknamed Wang Sandao. Wen Shan, the fat man, makes one hand open the mountain and the tiger is vigorous.

It was also the four people who followed Sun Hong and Lei Junhao all the way and made a plan to shoot at the two at this time, the four strange men sitting at Qi Ling's table in the small noodle restaurant.

Sun Hong, who was besieged by four people at the same time, did not have the slightest fear, reached out to touch his waist, and immediately pulled out a long whip wrapped around his waist, his wrist flicked, and a whip shadow spread out, just sweeping a circle around his body.

"I've been waiting for four of you for more than a while!"