One hundred and twenty-three chapters are turbulent

The swordsmanship is exquisite, and there is already sweat overflowing on the forehead of the wind swordsman, on the other hand, Lin Yu is unusually calm and leisurely, and his swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite, just now Lin Yu was still a little rusty with this swordsmanship, but at this time, he actually achieved it with ease. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Wind Swordsman was furious, it turned out that Lin Yu actually regarded himself as a sparring partner, and the Wind Sword in the Wind Swordsman's hand came towards Lin Yu through the wind.

When Lin Yu broke the sword in his hand, there was a sword that was invisible, it was the shadowless sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the sword of the Wind Swordsman had not come to Lin Yu's side, and his arm rose to the sky.

The figure of the Wind Swordsman retreated, beads of sweat on his forehead continued to fall, his right hand was empty, and the Wind Sword was still whining in the distance, as if crying.

The Wind Swordsman looked at Lin Yu and said, "I lost." After saying that, he picked up his arm and staggered away.

No one stopped him, he broke his arm, and this person was useless, and even if he retrained his left-handed sword, it would be decades later.

Lin Yu put away his sword and said, "Who else."

Li Xiaoyue clapped his hands and said: "Lin Shaoxia is really excellent in swordsmanship, even the Wind Swordsman is not your enemy, but does Your Excellency really think that he can fight against us."

Lin Yu hung the broken sword on his waist, and pulled out the red blood knife from his back, a knife as red as blood, this knife was originally a famous knife in the rivers and lakes, and after Lin Yu got it, its reputation became even louder.

Lin Yu slowly pulled out the knife, and said in his mouth: "When it comes to killing, I still like to use knives, with my identity, I can naturally find the peerless famous knife in the world, but I only love this red blood knife, that is, I like this blood color, the knife god Fu Hongxue's knife is black to represent the color of death, and my knife is red, which is also the color of death."

Lin Yu's voice was a little low, maybe he also understood that today might be his own death, they grasped the time very well, Qi Fengyun left, Akiyama Yujie was in the Western Regions again, Lin Yu didn't think that Akiyama Yujie would kill himself with these people, but Akiyama Yujie was here, and the Akiyama family would not dare to act rashly.

Fortunately, these sects in the Western Regions did not forget the rules of the rivers and lakes, and did not dispatch the great martial artists of the Sincerity Realm to kill Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's words fell, and everyone felt that there was a dazzling flash of blood on the red blood knife, and Lin Yu's figure was even more tall and majestic, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Akiyama Yujie laughed and said: "Okay, Lin Yu, you are really not a bad seed, if you and I can not die this time, I will make you a friend."

Akiyama Yujie walked out and walked to Lin Yu's side, a folding fan appeared in his hand, and he slapped it twice, indescribably chic and casual.

Lin Yu smiled: "I haven't seen you more pleasing until now."

Li Xiaoyue laughed and said: "Prince Qiushan really wants to stand on Lin Shaoxia's side."

Akiyama Yujie said: "That's nature, can I still stand on your side with you."

Li Xiaoyue threw a letter to Akiyama Yujie, Akiyama Yujie opened the letter and his color changed greatly, and he said: "How is this possible."

Although Lin Yu didn't know the content of the letter, he also knew that it must be extraordinary, otherwise Akiyama Yujie would not be so out of shape, and at this time Lin Yu also received a letter.

The font on the letter is very simple: "The identity has been revealed, and the white clothes are ambushed".

The knife in Lin Yu's hand suddenly burst out with a sword, and the person who sent the letter was instantly split in two by the sword, that letter was a letter from the imperial court, the imperial court had already calculated, the white-clothed divine knife would definitely come to save him, and the trap against his Uncle Su had been laid at this time.

Lin Yu had already guessed what Akiyama Yujie saw, it must have been the pressure exerted by the imperial court to keep the Akiyama family out of the matter, so there was a scene where Akiyama Yujie's face changed drastically.

Lin Yu's face was gloomy, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Come, who will try the knife in my hand."

Dozens of swordsmen stepped forward, and the long swords in their hands went towards Lin Yu, and when the sword rose, blood spread, and Lin Yu's long knife did not stop, and continued to go towards the crowd.

In a small town in the north, this town is close to the border pass, there are many caravans passing by, there are Ming and Mongolian cattle and horse markets here, full of all kinds of fishy atmosphere, the people here seem to have a bit of rough color, after all, the caravans walking the grassland are mostly outlaws.

The most in the town is the tavern, each tavern is in full swing, many big men are drinking wine and eating meat, talking about what they have seen and heard in various places, and blowing the that they don't know whether it is true or false.

In a tavern, a man dressed in white sat in the innermost position against the wall, quietly drinking the wine in his glass, he sat quietly, but it seemed to be a world of his own, he was different from the noise in the tavern, he was just a drinker, a quiet drinker.

His eyebrows were thick, the bridge of his nose was straight, and he looked like a weak scholar, and I could feel that he was a little sad, because there was an indissoluble sadness between his eyebrows.

There was a broken knife on the wine table in front of him, and it had no scabbard, and there were several openings in the middle of the knife, which did not look like a knife that could kill.

At this time, several big men walked into the tavern again, the tavern was already full, only the innermost position, the man in white was drinking alone, and the man in white looked harmless to humans and animals, and the broken knife had no way to show his identity.

Naturally, the group of people chose the position inside, led by a bearded man, who stepped on a bench with one foot and said, "Boy, give us a place."

The man in white frowned and said, "If I don't let that."

The big man said: "If you don't let me, don't blame the uncle, I'm ruthless."

The man in white said: "You are not afraid that I will be ruthless."

When the man in white finished speaking, the group laughed, and the big man led by him said: "Your broken knife can also kill."

The group laughed again, and their faces were full of mockery, but the man in white was very calm, and still took a glass of wine.

The big man stretched out his hand and smashed the wine jug on the table and said, "What to drink, quickly give way to Lao Tzu."

The man in white laughed and said, "My nephew said that this world is not to be disappointed by wine and women, and I like this sentence very much, but today you wasted my wine."

As soon as the words fell, the big man's arm fell, and no one saw when the man in white took out the knife, his broken knife seemed to be placed on the table and did not move, but the big man's arm fell, and the big man's screams and the bloody scene, everyone saw it.

The big man dared to be rampant, so he quickly picked up his arm and walked towards the outside of the tavern, saying as he walked: "The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai."

The man in white drank a glass of wine again, and no one in the tavern was talking loudly, all of them held their breath, after all, everyone could see that the man in white was a great master.

At that moment, a child walked in outside the door, with mud on his face and tattered clothes, and anyone could tell that it was a little beggar.

He walked up to the man in white, handed him a letter and said, "Hero, someone asked me to send you a letter."

The man in white took the letter, opened it and looked at it, and then his face changed greatly, his hands were trembling slightly, and at this moment, a trace of cruelty appeared in the child's eyes, and a dark dagger instantly appeared in his hand, stabbing towards the man in white.

At this time, the man in white was distracted, and his movements were extremely fast, and the broken knife on the table started, and the child was split in two, and a few drops of blood fell on the man in white.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that the white clothes on Su Bieli's body were always spotless, and at this time, there were traces of blood, and everyone would stay there, only to see that everyone in this small tavern had drawn out the blades in their hands and came towards Su Bieli.