only heard the sound of "ding", the two swords struck each other, Lao Ye's sword blade met the sword blade of the man in black, the sword light hit like a meteor, and Lao Ye's sword was shocked into three pieces. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The aftermath of the sword of death was not fully released, and then it collapsed, but the sword of the man in black was unscathed, and the cold blade of the sword, because of this collision, had also been pierced, and the sharp sword qi made him even feel his veins trembling.

At this time, the sword of the vulture behind him has also been stabbed out, although Lao Ye knows that there is such a person as a vulture behind him, but all his spirit and all his strength have been used on the sword just now, where is there any spare strength to fight against other things?

The vulture stabbed into Lao Ye's back with just a slight stab.

All his hopes were shattered by this stab, and the sword of another man in black was already flying head-on, the blade slashing through his throat, and he knew he could no longer parry and dodge.

He finally knew that when a person faces death, it is not only fear, but also guilt, guilt for relatives, guilt for fathers, guilt for children, and guilt for friends.

Blood splattered, the sword of death was not invincible, and now Lao Ye had fallen, falling in a pool of his own blood.

This battle ended faster than expected, and the old man laughed and said: "I heard that Ye Tiantian used this life-killing sword to pick out forty robbers with extraordinary martial arts in Qishan, and today he broke a few of our brothers before he used this life-killing sword, if it weren't for my old man's deadly poison, I think you would all be planted here." ”

The vulture's face was completely distorted by excitement, "Don't forget, the sword in his hand has been used by his hands and feet, otherwise it would have broken his life-killing sword so easily!"

Black Rakshasa kept staring at Ye Tiantian on the ground when he spoke, and suddenly another sword stabbed out, stabbing at his up and down chest, who knew that the old man raised his crutches to block him, Black Rakshasa was puzzled, but the old man smiled sadly: "Keep him, maybe he can be a gold medal for avoiding death!"

If I knew at that time that the people of Heming Villa would ambush Lao Ye, then I would not leave him there if I said anything, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and some people have made it by all means in order to achieve their goals, but how can things in the world have ifs?

As soon as I walked out of the inn, the idleness I had when I was alone changed completely, and I suddenly became as light, athletic, and sharp as a falcon.

My mind became clear, I don't know why, I felt very sure, I must find the madman, and if I find the madman, it means that I can find the secret letter.

Finding someone is a troublesome thing, especially when you find someone who doesn't even know the details of yourself, where he comes from and where he's going, so you don't know where to start.

I'm not a person who specializes in this kind of thing, I'm completely inexperienced, and I'm rarely asked to go to other people, but people come to me often.

But I'm pretty sure, where does my faith come from? I don't know, I just know that there's one thing in the world that can make people feel more confident.

That kind has a lovely name, we call it money, money is a magical thing, sometimes money is not everything, but when there is no money, it is absolutely not.

In particular, the scavengers who were looking for some low-risk, well-paid tasks in the Qingxin Yamen Bounty Department all day long, at that time, the reward for the task of finding someone was one or two silver a day.

When I took out a hundred taels, and the task required me to find two people and then tell me my whereabouts to get the hundred taels, at least a hundred scavengers rushed to find them. Of course, if you're generous enough, you can even pick an army out of the scavengers in a day.

Money can make ghosts grind, which is vividly manifested here in the Qingxin Yamen.

Now I have chosen the most comfortable way, I am sitting on the top floor of the Yuelai Inn in front of the city gate, slowly drinking the best Longjing tea, tasting the faint fragrance of tea, looking at the scenery outside the city, waiting for the news I want to come.

When I drank the third pot of tea, someone immediately came to tell me that someone had seen a madman at a post station thirty miles outside the city, and one hundred taels bought not only efficiency, time, but also unexpected effects, and I was very satisfied with the one hundred taels, but to be honest, I was also very distressed.

Thirty miles is not far away, it is not near or near, now I am not in a hurry, the things that were originally planned for two days have miraculously been seen in half a day, in fact, I am not in a hurry, but the silver taels on my body are no longer enough for me to buy another fast horse, so I only choose to walk.

I quickly shuttled through the woods, although my light skills were not unparalleled in the world, but at least at that time there were few people who could compare, the giant trees were retreating one by one, my speed was close to the speed of the wind, in the eyes of outsiders, just a flash of black shadow.

I remember the post station thirty miles away, because a day ago, I had a short stay there, the reason why I was impressed, because the wine sold in the post station is very different from other places, not only fragrant, sweet, but also faint floral fragrance, usually in order to hurry, it is rare for people to stay in the post station for too long, but the people who come here, many are not rushing merchants, but to celebrate this unique wine.

I pulled out an old bottle from my bosom and poured the little wine left in it down my throat, and now that I was here, I was going to fill it up and go back.

It was a small inn, built in a few bungalows at the foot of the mountain, and the shopkeeper was a warm and generous man, and he was very good at enjoying life, he always liked to sit at the square table in front of the inn and have a drink, and he always liked to invite the guests to come and have a taste.

But at this moment there was no sign of him, which was a very common thing, but there was no sound in the post house except for a few neighing horses from behind the house, which made me a little vigilant, I had come to find someone, and I didn't want to pay attention to other things, I always hoped that trouble would stay away from me, I frowned, and still swept over like an arrow.

I listened to the outside of the house for a while, but there was still no movement in the station, what was going on here? Could it be that there was some trap waiting for me to jump in?