The sword of the sheep is not fast. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At least that's how it feels.

The white clouds in the sky are so varied that when you look up from the ground, you won't feel that the change is very fast, because you can't catch it with the naked eye.

Wei Yang gave people the impression that this was the first time he saw him use his sword, it was against the white-clothed young man of Yuntian Sect, the second time was when he had a lesson in the training camp, and today it was the third time.

The style is the same as always, it hasn't changed, you can say that he is very stable with his sword, or you can say that he is conformist and seems to be able to find his trajectory easily.

But if you think so, you're losing.

Because the change in Cangyun is the moment you lower your head, if you don't pay attention to it, he is no longer the original lackey, but becomes a poisonous snake.

Such swordsmanship is easy to give people an illusion.

If it weren't for Yan Lai having seen his swordsmanship, I'm afraid he would have been deceived by the performance in front of him.

The disciples of the Southern Sword Sect were also deceived by him.

The stabbing sword was obviously sent into the trap, so no one paid attention to it, and even a little snickering, but when he stepped in, the hunter realized that it was the prey that was attracting his attention, and then, he showed another horn.

There are two swords.

Scold!

The blood flowers bloomed, and as soon as they fought, this Nanjian disciple who was a little anxious for meritorious service wanted to quickly leave a mark on the other party, but in the end, he found that it was himself who was screaming.

Yan Lai also stabbed out his sword.

With Wei Yang breaking the formation in front, even if it was just a face-to-face kung fu, it was enough for him to feel the direction in which the sword qi would walk under the operation of these people's true qi, and now, he only needed to rely on his instinctive induction, coupled with the body technique under the operation of the Dao Ruins, to lock on to the farthest Southern Sword disciple.

Because this person is the foreshadowing of the entire sword formation to pick up the missing and exercise the real killer moves, just like his current identity.

That person was Situ Ying.

If the sword formation is complete, facing a strong enemy higher than this realm, Situ Ying is the one who really kills among these people, and the rest are just using the fierce sword style as a cover to confuse the other party.

Even if the sword array is incomplete now, and one person is abolished, after all, they are all fifth-grade swordsmen, and if they want to win them all, they will inevitably be entangled.

But it's still slow.

This is the first battle after the Warden came out under the name of the warden department, from the perspective of propaganda, it doesn't need to be too public, but it must be majestic enough!

Who lets an audience watch?

Yan Lai was not worried that he would be attacked by other swordsmen after he stabbed out with a sword without hesitation, because he believed that Weiyang would solve his worries for him.

And so it is.

"Good time!"

Although Situ Ying was surprised, he still felt that this guy did not hesitate to risk finding him because of hatred.

It's easy to lose your sense of proportion.

It seems that the hatred of the junior brother can first ask for some interest on this kid, as for the vicious dog who makes the double sword, if you can't beat it, just run.

Airplanes!

The sound trembled, as light as a mosquito, like an ant burrowing into the soul, disturbing people's restlessness.

Before Situ Ying could react to where such a voice came from, his own sword momentum fluctuated, and the young man with a calm face who stepped over just like this passed the cold sword through his sword momentum and handed it to him.

Yan Lai shook slightly, and the sound of Jiushao's sword rose again, this time it was no longer a caress under the girl's sigh, but a sudden high-pitched song, accompanied by the blooming of the sword flower, every note was like a sharp thorn, hidden in the deadly sword flower.

The cold light was like a man, Situ Ying was embarrassed, and from time to time the clothes were peeled up, so angry that he secretly hated miscalculation, so that this kid could succeed for a while.

But just when he thought that Yan Lai would move forward until he entered his counterattack, the young man suddenly drew his sword and left, making a staggering with the man behind him in a strange way.

His purpose seemed to be just to force himself back, and then coldly stabbed at the junior brother who was suppressed by the young man with the two swords.

Although he knew the other party's intentions, it was too late, and Situ Ying couldn't even take care of himself at the moment, because the two poisonous snakes had already bitten him.

The other party seemed to have long expected that he might leave his companion and run away, and then he didn't want to dwell on it for too long, so he left everyone behind in such a deceitful and neat way.

Scold!

The blood flowers bloomed again, one, two, three, as if they couldn't stop, the defeat was like a mountain, and the sword was like a thread.

From the standpoint of the person who is fighting, the operation of every wisp of true qi is a careful thought, so whether it is the movement or the process, it will feel very slow.

But in the eyes of onlookers, from Yan Lai and Weiyang drawing their swords to fighting with the four sons of Nanjianmen, it was just a few breaths of time, so specific that it could be covered with three moves and two styles.

As soon as the double-sword youth made a move, he scrapped one.

The black-clothed young man jumped out and stabbed the blue-shirted young man directly, very fast, but after forcing the other party to resist, he suddenly stopped and turned to stab the other person.

And the young man with the two swords, who had originally struck left and right, quickly made up for his position at the moment when the young man withdrew his hand and turned around, it was like a performance, the two long swords complemented each other, and it was like mowing grass on the blue-shirted young man named Situ Ying.

As for the remaining two, one was stabbed and thrown out by the black-clothed young man at the same time, and the other was just trying to rescue, but was whipped out by the young man with the double sword who had finished taking the color from Situ Ying.

The spectators on the side of the post road gasped and looked at each other, as if no one believed what they saw, the originally majestic disciple of the Southern Sword Sect actually lay on the ground as soon as he saw it.

"And the anger brought in. ”

A lukewarm voice sounded in the tea shop, and everyone remembered that there was a cool official who killed people when he shot it.

Is this the way the Warden does things?

In the eyes of those present, the calmness and methods of these two people have completely exceeded their definition of people in the rivers and lakes.

Yes, they weren't people in the rivers and lakes in the first place.

They are hawk dogs.

Brutes are emotionless.

"You can't leave yet. ”

Yan Lai walked towards the spectator who was about to slip away, smiled politely, and the sword was already in its sheath.

"You, what do you mean?" the stout man with rolled sleeves was the first to jump out.

"You don't have to be nervous, the government will not affect the innocent in handling the case, I was ordered to come to thoroughly investigate the Canglan Mountain robbery case, everyone heard the words of these people just now, since they admitted to participating in the robbery, they will naturally be interrogated next, this official just wants you to stay and testify, since you are all here to rest, you don't care about delaying some time, please." ”

Want to go?

Ignore him?

Just killed someone.

Through the gesture of their eyes, no one seemed willing to rise up and resist.

"Little two. Weiyang took out a few taels of silver: "The tea is cold, add some tea to these guest officers, and by the way, move this corpse over there, don't spoil everyone's fun." ”

When everything was over, everyone saw that the four disciples of the Southern Sword Sect who had no power to fight back were carried into the tea shed one by one, and the young man with the sword on his back finally chose a stool to sit at the door, looking at them with a smile on his face.

Although the new tea is hot, it is cool to drink.

After Situ Ying was escorted into the tea shed, his eyes were tied up by his belt, the acupoints were restrained, and he was injured on his body, and he was not even as good as a chicken at the moment.

Yan Lai lifted the Nanjian Sect disciple who was finally taken away to the chair, tied his hands behind his back, and then said to the owner of the tea shed: "Please record it." ”

The shopkeeper, who had already been stunned, nodded mechanically, just begging these people to leave quickly after they were busy, and not to demolish his shop.

"Name. ”

The interrogation was unexpectedly led by Yan, and the Mori Leng scribe was just watching.

Since the arrest of the fourth son of Yuntian Sect in Canglan Mountain, Mo Beiting seemed to believe that this young man had this ability, so during the training camp, he also inquired about him, and the result was unexpected.

He was born to eat this line of food.

Not to mention the experience of the previous life, even in the first few years of his arrival, Yan Lai also served in the yamen, although he was not a fast arrester, but he also needed to guard the cell or follow the official to try the case, so naturally it would not be bad.

What was unexpected was only his means of trying the case.

"Fuck your uncle, you have the ability to kill me!"

"As you wish. Yan Lai walked behind him, slashed his wrist, and put a bowl underneath.

"Next. ”

Situ Ying was pushed over, knowing that he was tied to the chair behind his back, but he didn't understand why the other party was fiddling with his hand, and then there was a tingling pain there, and he immediately struggled, but the rope was very tight, and shouted: "You, what are you doing, what have you done to me?"

The young man's voice sounded: "Don't move, the more you move, the faster it flows, you are injured now, if you don't want to die so soon, give me a quiet." ”

"You evil beast! Lao Tzu will not let go of ghosts - woo woo woo. ”

A foul of foul stuff gagged his mouth, and then he was tied up tightly, and he couldn't shout anymore, and then he knew why there was no sound on his junior brother's side.

"It's good to be quiet, listen to me first. ”

"Your wrists have been cut now, I won't say what it's for, so the more you move, the faster the blood will flow, there is still time, about half an hour or so, the blood in the body will all flow out, of course, even if you lose half of it, you can't live, let's put it this way, you two only have time to think about a stick of incense, oh, Situ Ying, you only have half a pillar of incense, because your blood has already flowed a lot. ”

"Instead of continuing to struggle, it is better to calm down and look back on your life, and listen to the countdown, of course, if you are willing to cooperate, just nod your head, but quickly, because there is not much time. ”

Tick.

Sure enough, it was the sound of blood droplets.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he liked to watch the rainbow after the heavy rain in front of the window, at that time, when the wind was together, there were raindrops falling on the eaves, crystal clear and translucent.

Tick.

Situ Ying's dry and weak voice wanted to shout such a voice - demon!