Only then did Yiyun understand, and he suddenly had infinite respect for this bell sword king. The sound of the horse's hooves gradually stopped, the sound of the bell gradually subsided, and what appeared in front of everyone was an old man over half a hundred years old, although his hair was not white, but it had become gray, but his temples were completely white. Although there are few wrinkles on his face, it gives people a sense of vicissitudes, he has experienced a lot of things, if he didn't die in that sandstorm, what made him live in seclusion for decades and didn't ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, why is he here here now?

Jiuwu's hands trembled, with tears in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Jin Fei, you are not dead." That Jin Fei said: "You old monk, how can I die if you don't die, are you deliberately cursing me to die?" At this time, Jiuwu had already restrained his feelings and said to Jin Fei: "Boy, it doesn't matter if you die or not, the most important thing is that I recited the Sutra of Death for you for three days and three nights decades ago, and you still cried that I came." What are you going out of the mountain for this time, are you competing with these people?" Jin Fei said: "No, no, this qiē is not simple, I came here at this time just for that big fish, and now I see if this big fish is hooked." Jiuwu said: "I also have a faint feeling that this sword conference will definitely not be so simple, so they will definitely come today, so we are waiting for them, a projectile land, how to do it with the entire Central Plains martial arts, all of them are looking for death." ”

Jiuwu here just finished speaking, only to see a flute from the northwest into everyone's ears, this Xiao sound is quiet and peaceful, but there is a faint murderous aura, martial arts slightly stronger know that this Xiao sound contains internal force, if this Xiao sound is not used to resist, or cover the ears, then it will be Xiao Sheng from the ears into the heart, then it will be killed. The person who blows the flute has a very deep internal force. In the end, even Jiuwu Jin Fei and Yiyun couldn't help but resist with their skills, these three people are afraid that they are the people with the highest martial arts in the field, and even if these three people have to resist with their skills, then needless to say, everyone in the field is resisting with their skills, some of them are already because of their shallow internal strength, and they have already been fainted to death because of the shallow internal strength, and they were fainted to death by Xiao Sheng's heart and spit out a mouthful of blood, Yiyun looked at Zhang Lingxiu again but saw that his face was flushed. The beads of sweat on his forehead were also falling down. Yiyun already knew in her heart that Zhang Lingxiu couldn't hold on for long, at most a stick of incense, Zhang Lingxiu would definitely be drilled into the meridians by this implied murderous Xiao Sheng, and she would definitely die.

Seeing Zhang Lingxiu's affection, Yiyun couldn't care about too much else, put his right hand on Zhang Lingxiu's shoulder, cut the internal force in his dantian from Zhang Lingxiu's side-by-side acupoint, and walked in his body for a big week. Zhang Lingxiu suddenly felt a sense of relief all over his body, and the red tide on his face had returned to its normal blood color.

Xiao Sheng gradually became smaller, and finally it had stopped, and there were one or two hundred people on the field. There were only a few dozen people who could stand up, and among those who stood up, nearly half of them had no ability to fight, and now there were less than 20 people who were really capable of fighting in World War II! At this time, two figures were displayed from the northwest. A man and a woman, both holding a fine red-maned horse in their hands.

The woman was very tall and had a delicate face. The eyebrows are shallow, the head is wearing a blue cloth scarf, wrapped until all the hair is wrapped, the body is wearing a blue robe, and a pair of white cloud boots are stepping on the feet. The man's appearance is very ordinary, dark skin, the only attraction is that he tied his hair into a small braid and a small braid, it seems that he should not be a person from Middle-earth, he is holding a scimitar in his arms, the knife is very curved, like the crescent moon of the first day of the new year, the two of them just entered the field, everyone in the field felt that there was a fierce murderous aura coming from the surface, this murderous aura even Jiuwu and Jin Fei in the field felt that these two people were not good, and they could not be careless.

When Jiuwu saw them coming, he opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Unexpectedly, the man did not answer, but it was the woman who spoke, and the woman lightly opened her red lips, bared her teeth, and said in her voice like a heavenly sound: "The little woman Nala Lan Mimi and my master have met Master Jiuwu. "When she speaks Chinese, she speaks very jerky, which proves that she is not from Middle-earth. Jiuwu said: "Nala Lanmei, then who is your master?" Nala Lanmei said: "My master is known as Mongolia's first famous knife master." Jinglong! When she said these words, it was an extremely proud expression.

Jiuwu was suddenly shocked in his heart, and said in his heart: "This son is only a catty, Jinglong is indeed the first person in Mongolia to use a knife. He began to study Mongolian knife techniques at the age of five, and when he was eleven years old, no one surpassed him in the Mongolian elder tribe's knife method, and at the age of eighteen, he studied a set of knife techniques by himself, and no one knew what the knife method was, because the person who had seen this set of knife techniques had died. ”

Jiuwu squeezed the Buddha beads in his hand hard, kept turning, and asked: "What is the reason why Jinglong is here?" Jinglong said in stiff Chinese: "Master Jiuwu, what do you say, what else can I do here? Naturally, I want to engrave the name of my Jinglong on this pillar." At this time, all the heroes said: "This is the sword conference of our Central Plains martial arts, what does it have to do with you Mongolian Tatars, you barbarians are also worthy?"

Jinglong quickly raised his right hand, suddenly spit out his internal force, sucked the person who spoke, firmly grabbed his neck, pinched hard, only to hear a crisp sound, it was the sound of broken bones, the person was already mildew, that Jinglong said: "If you dare to insult our Mongolians, you must die, your martial arts are too poor, I thought how many masters of the Central Plains martial arts are? I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable." ”

At this time, a voice in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Mongolian Tatars should be arrogant, see how I Gao Ping dissipates your arrogance." As soon as the words fell, I saw a middle-aged man in golden clothes flying out of the crowd, this man had the momentum of not being a person in the rivers and lakes, but he had the feeling of being a person in the house of an official eunuch. (To be continued......)