Money is a good thing, many people mix the rivers and lakes for the rivers and lakes, but more people mix the rivers and lakes, but it is just for the money.

When it comes to people who like money, they may keep talking about it for three days and three nights in a row, and it is difficult to talk about all the people who like money in the world.

However, the owner of this red butterfly can be regarded as the world's first-class money-loving person.

It is precisely because he loves money that he will never kill another person when no one pays him. It was precisely because of this understanding that Jiang Feng dared to appreciate this battle here with confidence and boldness.

"Buzz ......"

The sound of the sword vibrating from the air,

The red butterfly, which has become the most terrible murderous weapon of time, has suddenly risen to the sky, and then fluttered down, and between the waves of its wings, it is the most beautiful and terrifying death luster in the world.

This sword wasn't the best time, but it was the best time the swordsman could wait.

A red blood donation began to drip from the corner of the swordsman's eyebrows at this time, blocking the front of his eyes, for a moment.

People say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and only when there is a heart can there be hope. If a person has a dusty heart, presumably, this person will most likely not be a successful person.

The swordsman's right arm was straight, and the castrated long sword was still "buzzing" from the huge force. This sword is already the pinnacle of the swordsman's speed and strength, but in this ruthless world, there are many things that you can't do with all your might to change the outcome.

The red butterfly drew a bewitching red light in the air, grazing the swordsman's throat, leaving a long blood trail.

It was the end of the Great War and the precursor to the imminent passing of life.

Jiang Feng suddenly moved, and people may only meet each other once, and they will have an inexplicable good feeling. Especially, when two people have something in common, for example, a sword!

When the swordsman saw the swept river wind, he suddenly smiled, his lips had turned pale, as if a layer of hoarfrost had covered it. Life had long since passed from him, and what supported the last glimmer of brilliance in his eyes was a power that did not belong to the body.

"Peach Blossom, Hometown, Peach Blossom ......"

The swordsman's voice was very weak, like the sound of mosquitoes. However, for Jiang Feng, whose internal force runs through the Great Zhou Tian, every word of his is clearly audible.

The swordsman only needed to move his eyes slightly, and he could easily see Jiang Feng. His gaze swept over the long sword on Jiang Feng's waist, and he suddenly smiled, very brightly, with an inexplicable tragedy and sadness, like an epiphany.

"I have a best friend......"

He seemed to think of something and wanted to say something, but in the end, he was not able to continue.

Blood donations gushed out when the red butterflies danced and disappeared.

It was the sound of "fluttering", the sound of blood flowing like the sound of the wind. No matter what the weapon, if it is fast enough, the wound left behind will often not erupt at that time. Instead, it erupted after the blade had been gone for a certain amount of time, so that blood would not spill on his body.

"The peach blossoms in his hometown must be beautiful, and he and his friends must be good friends who will never be separated for life. ”

Li Mochou obviously also heard the words of the swordsman, girlish feelings are always poetry, no matter what she meets, she will often imagine a romantic and beautiful place first.

Shi Zhongjian, who followed closely on the side, obviously agreed, and he nodded in various ways, obviously, he also imagined the story of this swordsman.

Jiang Feng didn't intend to settle for this swordsman, the final destination of a swordsman, maybe he should come in this way, go in the red, and let the past go with the wind.

At this time, he waved his hand, interrupting Li Mochou's imagination, and then said: "I said a long time ago that what you see and hear on this river and lake may not be true. There may not be peach trees in his hometown, and he and his best friend may be on the same page!"

"Cut, how do you know, these are just your malicious guesses!"

Don't try to argue with a woman about an issue that can't be articulated, as that will cause you to fall from a duck and into a duck's nest.

So Jiang Feng didn't argue, but smiled and said, "One day, time will tell." Now, though, we should go for it

Mind the guests around you!"

"Guest, what guest?"

Shi Zhongjian's question had just been spoken, but he heard a sudden "rustling" of turbulent footsteps in the surrounding woods

His head was wrapped in a white cloth, and he was dressed in a green robe, which seemed to be dressed as Sven, but he was bare-legged, barefoot, and wearing earless bast shoes. As the men dressed like this gathered more and more, Jiang Feng said to Li Mochou Nunu on the side, "It seems that I came to you!"

With about thirty or forty men from western Sichuan surrounding Jiang Feng and his party, four people suddenly walked out of the crowd, one of whom was not in his twenties, and the man with a long face stepped forward two steps after listening to the muttering of another disciple in Tsing Yi, and said to Jiang Feng and the others: "Is it you, the female doll, who killed the disciple of our Qingcheng Sword Sect?"

"Phew, a bunch of brazen thieves, those thieves did die at the hands of this girl, what, you want revenge?"

Obviously, with Li Mochou's kung fu, he naturally would not take a few disciples of the Qingcheng faction into account.

At this time, Jiang Feng looked at the other party, and suddenly stepped forward and interjected with a smile: "Miss Li's words are wrong, the Qingcheng Sword Sect is famous in the rivers and lakes, especially under the head Yu Canghai, there are four young heroes, which is very good." I don't know if the young man of the Qingcheng Sword Sect in front of me has ever known it?"

The person who had just spoken raised his neck at this time, and said as if he was very proud: "Yes, my surname is Yu, and Yu Renhao is me!"

"Oh, I see, it's actually in front of Yu Renhao Shaoxia, it's really better to be famous than to meet, and it's better to be famous than to meet. Yu Shaoxia is really exactly the same as the rumors, there is no inconsistency in the slightest!"

After speaking, Jiang Feng suddenly turned his head and said to Li Mochou: "Come, come, come, Miss Li, let me introduce you, this is the famous bear and wild boar of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, one of the four beasts of Qingcheng." It is said that the unique mastery of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, the butt is backwards, and the one practiced in the Pingsha Falling Goose style is a perfect fire, reaching the peak!"

"Poof!"

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, even in the state of Li Mochou being in a big battle at this time, he finally couldn't help laughing.

And that Yu Renhao just heard Jiang Feng's compliment, and he was proud in his heart, but unexpectedly, Jiang Feng suddenly changed his words. At this time, Yu Ren was arrogant and shouted at Jiang Feng: "Turtle son, you are looking for death!"

After saying that, the long sword on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath with a "poof", and went straight to Jiang Feng's heart.