Chapter 18: The Magic Sword Unsheathed

The old scalper walks very quietly and slowly, but it is also extremely steady. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The yellow-robed man who sat on the ox and played the sheng almost didn't feel the slightest bump, and had to admit that although the ox had many shortcomings compared to the horse, it was very few beasts in the world today that could match it.

The yellow-robed man held the sheng in both hands and played an extremely mournful and depressing tune, but anyone who heard this tune could feel a suffocating darkness enveloping down from the heavens, making people not only breathless, but also impossible to dodge.

It's hard to imagine a melancholy tune with ghostly magic.

The old ox walked in the empty wasteland, and there was silence all around, so that no one heard this mournful and melancholy music after all, but sooner or later someone would hear it.

There are three or four big darts in the Central Plains dart game, but the first master of the Central Plains dart game is only Qiankun pen Ximen Sheng.

No matter where Ximen Sheng goes, he will give people a feeling of hard bangbang, this kind of person not only looks hard and cold, but also has a hard temper, even Ximensheng's best friend Gui Dongjing rarely sees Ximensheng smile and speak, and the number of times Ximensheng speaks is much less.

At this time, Ximen Sheng naturally had no choice but to do it, he was the first to do it, because the person selected by Xiao Shiyi Lang was none other than Ximen Sheng. Therefore, Ximensheng can only do it.

When Ximen Sheng and Xiao Shiyi Lang fought, two judge's pens made of stainless steel shot out of their backs, which was also Ximen Sheng's Qiankun pen.

Many experienced masters understand a truth, the more Qimen's weapons are more difficult to practice, and once they are trained, it is far more powerful and terrifying than using ordinary blades. If a person does not understand the Qimen weapons used by his opponent, he may be defeated or even die when he thinks he has won.

There are not many people on the rivers and lakes who have seen Ximen Sheng's pair of Qiankun pens, and many people who have seen Qiankun pens have died, but today Xiao Shiyi Lang saw it.

The Qiankun pen is two judge's pens, one long and one short, each with its own usefulness.

Ximensheng's Qiankun pen is made of steel, the elder is only three feet, and the short one is only one foot and six inches, but the weight is not light.

In the first confrontation, Xiao Shiyi Lang felt that Ximen Shengqiankun's attainments were profound, and the so-called No. 1 master of the Central Plains Dart Game was by no means a wasted name.

Xiao Shiyi Lang was thirteen years old when he was already in the rivers and lakes, he has seen countless high-rollers in the rivers and lakes, and he has also seen a lot of people who use the Qiankun pen, although none of those people use the Qiankun pen to compare with Ximen Sheng, but Xiao Shiyi Lang finally knows how to deal with the Qiankun pen, so although Ximen Sheng is pressing step by step, Xiao Shiyi Lang is put to death in every move, but it is just a millimeter, but Xiao Shiyi Lang escaped.

- Although it is only a millimeter, this is by no means luck, but the accumulation of experience and martial arts attainments again and again, otherwise another person will fight against Ximen Sheng, and he will have fallen under Ximen Sheng's extremely strange and unpredictable pen.

And not far from the confrontation between Xiao Shiyi Lang and Ximen Sheng, the confrontation between Chu Feng and Divine Fist Xiao Zhuge was also scorched.

did not blindly use light power to dodge, and used fan skills to deal with Deng Dinghou's Shaolin Divine Fist, although it still seems to be indistinguishable, but Deng Dinghou's Shaolin Divine Fist is like a fierce tiger in the mountains, and the offensive is wave after wave, like a tide in the sky.

Chu Feng overcame rigidity with softness or rigidity with rigidity, although the effect was quite great, but he still fell into Deng Dinghou's fist style. Chu Feng looked at Deng Dinghou, he couldn't help but become this Divine Fist Xiao Zhuge who was qualified to be Wang Wanwu's friend, and he did have some ability.

Chu Feng sighed softly, with a "bang", the folding fan stabbed out with the sword was suddenly drawn out with the fan surface, and the Shaolin Divine Fist was like a dragon going out to sea, and at the same time, with a flick of the wrist, the folding fan in his hand immediately spun up, Chu Feng's palm went to the handle of the fan, and the folding fan instantly drew a cold air, like a flying fire meteor towards Deng Dinghou.

At this moment, Deng Dinghou's Shaolin Divine Fist momentum suddenly stagnated, Deng Dinghou sighed, his heart immediately sank, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Deng Dinghou sighed, Shaolin Divine Fist is to pay attention to the mighty momentum, once the momentum is interrupted, the power of the Shaolin Divine Fist will be difficult to unleash. Originally, Deng Dinghou oppressed Chu Feng with the Shaolin Divine Fist and had a chance to defeat Chu Feng, but because of his greed for merit, the offensive was sluggish, and he finally tasted the bitter fruit.

However, Deng Dinghou is Deng Dinghou after all, although he lost the best opportunity to win because of his mistakes, he did not get depressed and collapsed, but tried his best to dodge Chu Feng's spring rain, continuous like a tide and waves.

At this moment, even the ponies whose martial arts attainments were not as good as their others could see that it was only a matter of time before Chu Feng would win.

Xiao Ma stared at Chu Feng who was dealing with Deng Dinghou with a folding fan with wide eyes, and couldn't help but glance at the sword on Chu Feng's waist that had never been pulled out, and finally understood why Ding Xi Wubi solemnly warned him: "Don't provoke Mr. Chu, not only is his fists harder than yours, but even the two of us can't compare to him in martial arts." ”

Although Xiao Ma did not disobey Ding Xi's words, he had always been a little unconvinced, and now when he looked at the Divine Fist Xiao Zhuge Deng Dinghou forced into the abyssal quagmire, he couldn't help but be convinced by Chu Feng.

Let's look at Ding Xi and Jiang Xin, the owner of the Weiqun Dart Bureau who is known for his bravery, in the joint venture dart game. Jiang Xin held Wu Hook in his hand, his moves were as fast as lightning, one move was faster than the other, and each move was more violent than the other, it was like a storm, killing Ding Xi all over the sky, and the two of them were all sword light.

Ding Xi has always disliked using force with people, but at this moment, he can't use force.

The back of his hand stretched out, and a sword blade was narrow, and a short sword full of light appeared in Ding Xi's hand.

An ordinary sword is at least three feet long, but this sword is no more than two feet and an inch.

But this sword was held in Ding Xi's hand, Jiang Xin could clearly feel that the momentum of Ding Xi's whole body had changed, and at this moment, Ding Xi's body was in tatters, revealing an indescribable noble aura.

Jiang Xin had also seen some top swordsmen before, and among them was a senior who was known as the star picking feather warrior Shuai Yifan. Shuai Yifan looked like an ordinary old man before he drew his sword, but once he drew his sword, he would reveal a temperament that made people look up to the mountains.

This is not a temperament generated by a person or a sword, but a temperament that a person and a sword are integrated into each other and do not distinguish each other.

Jiang Xin looked at Ding Xi at this moment, his eyes couldn't help but become more solemn, but the battle intent in his eyes was also more intense, the Qingbi Wu hook in his hand danced, and shot out a more dazzling and dense knife light, and the terrifying knife momentum was generated in an instant.

Wu Hook, who originally looked no more than three feet and five inches, was shining at the moment, as if he had shot to a zhang.

A knife was swung out and cut Ding Xi's head, if Ding Xi was revealing an incomparable noble temperament at the moment, then Jiang Xin was permeated with the ultimate domineering, like a sword master who was up and down in the world, and he couldn't live forever.

Ding Xi felt his blood surge, since his martial arts had been completed, after wandering the world, he still hadn't felt this excitement for a long time, and now he had met a chess opponent.

Ding Xi didn't dare to keep his hand, he galloped with his feet, using the light skill of swallow three water, approaching Jiang Xin in the blink of an eye, and the short sword in his hand turned into a white light and swept down.

The sword strikes the edge.

Jiang Xin just felt a sharp pain in his left arm, but he didn't see the scar, and flew back, only to see the blood flowing out of his skin little by little.

The sword was so fast, so fast that no visible marks could be seen on the skin.

But Ding Xi didn't retreat with his whole body, although he didn't have any wounds on his body, but the heavy collision just now made him feel that all his internal organs began to displace, if he hadn't endured it, he would have vomited a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Xin was hurt and laughed instead of being angry, he casually tore off a rag to wrap the wound, and then stared at Ding Xi with a burning streak, and laughed: "Interesting, you kid is really not in vain, but I want to see how far the smart Ding Xi's martial arts have become?"

Ding Xi couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at Jiang Xin, who was more warlike, what could he do?

Ding Xi sighed lightly in his heart, this time he came to fight with Deng Dinghou, Jiang Xin, Ximensheng and others, not to get Heshibi, but to test it, but he didn't expect this confrontation to reach such a scorching point.

But now there is no time for Ding Xi to think about it more, Jiang Xin swung the knife again, this time the knife in his hand was even worse, and the knife momentum was even more terrifying, Jiang Xin at this moment seemed to be like a demon god in the world, terrifying and extraordinary.

Ding Xi restrained his mind and ran quickly in small steps, wanting to face this knife, which may also be the one that determines the outcome of the game.

But at this moment, the melancholy and mournful music sounded melodiously in the wind.

Ding Xi's whole body trembled, and the battle intent in his heart suddenly smiled with the appearance of this little song.

And Jiang Xin, who had the most fighting spirit, was already about to wave the Wu hook and fight with Ding Xi, but at this moment, because of this song that seemed to have a call from gods and demons, the killing intent in his heart disappeared instantly.

Ding Xi and Jiang Xin all looked in the direction where Qu Yin came from, but they turned their heads to see Peng Shisandou and Wang Zhaoxing, who were already covered in bruises, and a black light swept through the sky, carrying a fierce hurricane, and lightning hit Wang Zhaoxing's overlord spear.

After a dinging sound.

The black light castrated non-stop, crossed Jiang Xin's neck dangerously and dangerously, and plunged into the wild grass.

It was a sword, a sword with a demonic purple light flowing up and down its body, and the blood-colored sword was hanging on the hilt of the sword and fluttering in the wind, in this mournful and melancholy tune, it exuded an indescribable strange aura, as if the magic sword had descended into the world, which made people frightened and uneasy.

At this moment, everyone stopped and looked in the direction of Quyin.

In the farthest part of the line of sight, an old cow dragged a yellow-robed man, walking on the wild grass, walking step by step.

He seems to have come from the Demon Realm and is stepping into the world.

At this moment, the dart master who was around the dart box looked at the man's cow, and an indescribable poetry surged in his mind.