Since ancient times, there has been a long history of saying that people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and the greatest achievement in the rivers and lakes is to step on other people's corpses and rise to a high position.

A hermit either lives in seclusion until death, looking down on the turbulent rivers and lakes, bloody and bloody. Or, it is ten years of sharpening a sword, looking forward to the day when you will show you today.

The reason why the old man surnamed Na Zhuo wanted to deal with Li Mochou at this time was that the trivial matter of a little dish was secondary. The key is that Li Mochou is famous, but his kung fu is not as good as him, so he will draw his sword and shoot. Otherwise, it seems that such a master who has lived in seclusion for many years, all of them are human spirits on the rivers and lakes, how can they easily grudge with other masters over a little thing.

And Li Mochou grew up in the Ancient Tomb Sect since he was a child, and he doesn't have a clear understanding of the rivers and lakes at all. Everything is done spontaneously, never taking into account the consequences, yes, with a single face, Li Mochou shot out three ice spirit silver needles, directly taking the three talents of the old man surnamed Zhuo.

The old man's long sword trembled at this time, one move "The sky is like a dome", followed by a move "White Mist", the two moves were mixed together, and he handed it to Li Mochou. These two kung fu skills are virtual and real, unpredictable, and an arc is drawn, but there is a bit of Tai Chi true meaning.

Although Li Mochou's three ice spirit silver needles were fast, they were like birds in a cage, and in an instant, the old man surnamed Zhuo was trapped in the sword net, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

After the old man surnamed Zhuo trapped Li Mochou's Ice Spirit Silver Needle, the long sword suddenly shook, and the three Ice Spirit Silver Needles shot out like hidden weapons. Instead, he attacked Li Mochou himself.

At this time, Li Mochou kicked on the table, and at the same time, his body was locked under the table with an iron plate bridge. Although she is a woman, she is quite hot in her inner kung fu, and when this kick came, the table shot out, and with the flying of the table, there was also Li Mochou's figure hidden behind the table.

"Don't measure yourself!"

With the old man surnamed Na Zhuo shouting, and two horizontal and vertical swords, in an instant, the table has suddenly become a neat nine pieces. Exactly the same size, exactly the same shape, no difference.

At this time, Li Mochou actually put out his palms together, like a flying butterfly, and cut into the sword net of the old man surnamed Zhuo.

Li Mochou's Ice Spirit Silver Needle was fast, but at this time, her palm power was even faster, and in the blink of an eye, she had already struck out eleven palms in a row, heading towards the acupoints around the old man surnamed Zhuo.

However, the old man surnamed Na Zhuo is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and although Li Mochou's attack seems to have the upper hand for the time being, he has actually fallen behind.

Sure enough, it was only three or four moves, and the old man surnamed Zhuo first pointed out with a sword, and sent it lightly, a seemingly random flat stab. After a claw of Li Mochou's right hand attacked, suddenly the tip of the sword was crooked, and the blade of the sword slid away from Li Mochou's side. Then the old man surnamed Na Zhuo immediately slashed his sword towards Li Mochou. This move, "Jade Belt Waist", attacked her in front, right, and back three directions with a sword, and all three were fatal and ruthless.

Li Mochou was disrupted by the other party's sudden change in move at this time, and avoided it, only to hear a snort, and the blade passed under her armpit, cutting the long sleeve of her right hand through a long one, revealing an arm as smooth as jade like a lotus root.

The long sword of the old man surnamed Zhuo was like a poisonous snake at this time, and once it was entangled, it would be like dying, and it would closely pursue Li Mochou's figure. Just as he pointed out a sword and was about to stab Li Mochou's wrist, a strong wind suddenly hit his side.

Before the wind could hit, there were already bursts of amazing whistling sounds. Although from the perspective of technique alone, it can't squeeze Li Mochou's silent ice spirit silver needle, but the internal kung fu of the person who sent out this strong wind is amazingly tight.

In this world, no matter how ordinary martial arts are, with the unfathomable inner family cultivation, under the hard punch, it will often play an irresistible miraculous effect. What's more, the moment this strong wind hits, the timing is very good, if the old man surnamed Zhuo is unwilling to withdraw his sword to dodge at this time, he is afraid that the next moment, this strong wind will run through his chest cleanly.

This old man surnamed Zhuo has been practicing swordsmanship for more than 20 years, in order to make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and then enjoy the countless benefits. It's not about exchanging your own life for the life of a woman who doesn't have any deep hatred for herself.

Turning his head sideways, he retracted his sword, and the tip of the sword shook with a shake, turning into ten thousand points of starlight, forcing Li Mochou not to step forward easily. The old man surnamed Na Zhuo turned over with a dashing harrier and passed by with the risky and dangerous ones.

"Jumping ......"

It was a chopstick, and I could vaguely see the bright green color of the time when it was a green bamboo. At this time, nearly half of it had already submerged into the round pillars, and the huge force brought a series of turbulent trembling sounds, and at the same time, it also made the exposed part of the bamboo chopsticks transform into countless phantoms.

After a short period of fighting, there were only eight people left alone in the originally lively inn. Judging from the direction of the chopsticks not entering the pillar, this is not from Jiang Feng, or from the backbone of the stone.

The old man surnamed Na Zhuo turned his long sword at this time, danced a sword flower, and faintly protected all over his body. Then he said to Jiang Feng: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, I can't imagine that there is a young master like Your Excellency on the rivers and lakes today." It's just that although the beauty is good, the young man should not indulge in it because of this, and ruin the justice of the martial arts. ”

Speaking of this, the old man surnamed Na Zhuo seemed to feel very good, and immediately stretched out his hand to brush the beard on his chin, and continued: "But the prodigal son will not change his money, and the old man will give you a face today, and he will not worry about this female devil." ”

Then the old man surnamed Na Zhuo beckoned to the four people behind him, and said coldly word by word: "Let's go!"

The old man surnamed Zhuo, who sold in stride, had a different thought in his heart at this time: This kid's internal strength is so amazing, it's not easy to be with him, so he will retreat for the time being today, and use the Fuwei Dart Bureau to release words on the rivers and lakes, and kill people with a knife.

"Whoosh!"

It was a hollow-breaking sound that was going in the opposite direction entirely.

"Dang!"

It was another bamboo chopstick, and the violent collision with the rope on the beam of the house caused the beam to fall down.

"Bang!"

Smoke ash, loud noises, sawdust, beams across the door, and then Jiang Feng's faint voice: "From the point of view, Zhou Gongjian of the One Word Hui Sword Gate is quite good, since I can see it today, if I don't learn two tricks, it will be a little too much! I don't know what Mr. Zhuo Bufan Zhuo thinks?"