"Wang Fa, you are big. Chen Yuanyuan scolded depressedly, opened the long sword with one palm, and there was a burst of blood churning in his chest, which was uncomfortable.

It seems that the opponent is also a good player, at least not under Chen Yuanyuan.

So when the man came out, Chen Yuanyuan slowly leaned back, staring at the man without blinking.

It's a blind man.

At least it seems.

His eyes were covered with cloth bands, he was holding a long staff in his hand to explore the way, he had a goatee and a soap-colored gown, thin like a bamboo pole, and the wind was blowing together, and the clothes and ribbons were fluttering as if they were fluttering.

Walk three times and shake as if you will fall down next.

But how could Chen Yuanyuan be careless? He had just experienced the horror of the sword he thrown, so now that he was in front of a three-year-old doll, he would not do anything arrogant and arrogant.

Many people died at the hands of pawns, and many people died at the hands of people they used to look down on.

Chen Yuanyuan, who has read through history, understands this truth better than anyone else.

"Da-da-da-da. The bamboo cane sounded, the blind old man walked slowly, the pressure of each step was stronger than the previous step, Chen Yuanyuan felt that the old man seemed to become bigger with every step, and when he was still four or five zhang away from Chen Yuanyuan, Chen Yuanyuan had an illusion, and the figure of the old man was like a mountain, slowly pressing towards him.

Chen Yuanyuan squinted his eyes, gathered momentum, and rose up like thunder, carrying the momentum down, destroying the withering and decaying.

The withered tree swordsmanship of the withered tree Taoist.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Chen Yuanyuan's forehead.

And the other side.

The scholar looked at the big man indifferently, looked at the broadsword in his hand, didn't say a word, and slowly stretched out his hand.

The big man grinned and said, "Judging by the way you look, you don't plan to put down your weapons and tie your hands and get captured, do you?"

"Idiot!" said the scholar in his heart.

Together, twenty-one hidden weapons shot at the big holes around the big man from multiple tricky angles.

"Is the secret weapon technique of the Huang family in Tai'an Prefecture?" The big man is also knowledgeable, and his broadsword swings, and the swords are everywhere.

The old monk's means of sweeping the stone gate is to draw the ground as a circle, and the water cannot be splashed in.

Is this so? The scholar sneered, burst out, pointed out, and the eagle cried. The eagle hits the air, and the lone crane flies into the sky.

The wind rises.

The old man seemed to sense something, raised his head, regardless of whether he could see it or not, and praised it heartily in the direction of the scholar: "Good sword." “

Although he can't see the sword, although he only has an eight-rank cultivation, he is far inferior to the seventh-grade broadsword man and scholar and others,

But compared to kendo, no one here understands it better than the blind.

After all, he used to be a swordsman, a very powerful kind.

Even if the dantian qi sea is shattered now, he has only relied on the true qi in the veins to cultivate to the eighth grade.

It can be regarded as a miracle that is not too big or small.

The air currents are turbulent, creating white cavities.

The broadsword slashed wildly, like agarwood about to split a mountain.

The wind brought up the big man's hair and ruffled Han Zhong's clothes, causing ripples in the old man's heart.

Collided together.

The scholar flew backwards, his clothes in tatters, and the flowers and butterflies flew.

A fountain of blood gushed out, reflecting the moon in the broadsword man's eyes, the grass under his feet, and the roots of the ground.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's pitiful, it's lovely. The old man may have sensed something, listened quietly, tilted his ear, and spoke slowly.

There was no regret, no anger, as if it was not his companion who died, but a flower trampled to death by the side of the road.

Then, the old man moved, and in an instant, the afterimage appeared.

Chen Yuanyuan's pupils shrank, his feet flashed to the left, and his hands protected his heart.

It's just a pity that the reaction was too late.

For a moment, Chen Yuanyuan felt that he was dead.

The pain in the heart was endless, and a puddle of blood came out of one mouth, dripping down the lower edge of the mask.

The old man only made a sword.

He can only shoot a sword.

As soon as the sword comes out, the momentum will be discharged, and the "potential" that has finally accumulated can only last until the old man comes out of this sword.

"Seeing" that Chen Yuanyuan hadn't laid down yet, Rao couldn't help but feel a little strange with the bearing of an old man.

It stands to reason that he has reached the realm of the eighth grade, and "looking" at the flow of the kid's qi on the opposite side is only the peak of the ninth grade, and he takes advantage of the situation with a sword to go straight to the heart, even if he is a master of foreign kung fu, he will be shocked alive by himself and die, but the kid was only seriously injured, and the qi and blood in his body flowed, and he did not fall down and die.

"Interesting. The old man muttered, and he walked to Chen Yuanyuan with a bamboo cane.

Anyway, his companion was already full of blood and blood, and it didn't seem that he could get up anymore, but the old man frowned, it turned out that Han Zhong actually took advantage of the business where the two fought just now and ran away.

This kid's heart is really damned!

But he thought he could escape?

Immature.

The corner of the old man's mouth showed a mocking smile, and he walked forward without hurrying or slow, he likes to put pressure on people and despair, this is a problem that cannot be cured, whether it is before or after.

Chen Yuanyuan ignored him.

Lying on all fours, panting hard, his eyes calmly looking at the sky.

"Is this giving up? ”

This morbid pleasure of playing with cats and mice made the old man's face blush and his breath thickened.

It's really an addictive taste.

"You're such an old pervert!" Chen said.

The old man smiled and walked more and more slowly.

"Actually, I'm still curious about how you dodged my blow," the old man clattered forward, "but it doesn't matter, you're going to die by now anyway." “

"But I still can't bear it, so let's do it, just tell me who called you here, what is the purpose, and where the teacher is, and I will ......."

"Give me a good time?" Chen Yuanyuan said, with a faint mockery in his tone.

"Yes," said the old man, "you are a wise man, and a wise man should do a clever thing." “

"yes. Chen Yuanyuan said: "Lin Yezi, forty-six years old, was favored by the Dead Wood Dao people at the age of twenty-one, and as a closed disciple, he was very loved. At the age of thirty-six, for some reason, he wanted to poison the deadwood Taoist who was in retreat, but he was unsuccessful, and he was detected and hunted down. “

"The deadwood Taoist people came out of the customs, on the thirteenth, fought in Taishan Prefecture, were abolished martial arts, eyes, and broke the dantian qi sea, but for some reason, he did not die. “

Then, he was rescued by Zhou Zhou, the head of Taishan Prefecture, joined the imperial court, and even re-cultivated, entered the eight products, and in the same year, tortured and killed 27 Jianghu rangers, of which, ten were quite chivalrous, and four were young women. “

"When you kill someone, you first coax out the information, and then you cut the bones with the sword, and you cut the people into white bones one by one, and listen to their wails and take pleasure. “

"Do you think I'll still believe you now?" said Chen, "a man who talks like a fart." ”

The old man's face finally changed, and he shouted coldly, "Who are you? Why do you know so clearly?"

Chen Yuanyuan smiled and said, "I knew it would be like this." I guess that Zhou Anzheng and his fourteen brothers are now divided into two parts, one part is monitoring the fleeing Hanzhong, trying to find out the contact point of Hwabo, and the other part is in the city, looking for evidence of various sects, thinking about preparing for the future sweep. “