A sword in hand!

The momentum of Song Jie's whole body has changed, self-confidence, absolute self-confidence, this is the powerful self-confidence brought by his unrivaled opponents in the north. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just like the eagle soaring in the desert sky, the roaring tiger in the deep mountains and dense forests, with a sword in hand, he is the master.

He is confident that in this world, no one can beat him in swordsmanship, this is not because the swordsmanship he learned is the best in the world, in fact, although the Rouyun swordsmanship is powerful, it is far from being invincible in the world, in terms of weirdness, it is not as good as three-point swordsmanship, in terms of sharpness, it is not as good as the soul-chasing sword, it is most prominent, lies in defense and coherence.

The Wudang faction's swordsmanship has never been aimed at killing and attacking, but this does not mean that he can't kill, this swordsmanship is in Song Jie's hands, he can kill when he wants to kill, and when he wants to defend, no one in the world can attack his sword momentum.

It's just that his reactions, strength, and speed are much stronger than others, and even the hand holding the sword is more stable than others.

The speed of his sword is one step faster, the strength of his sword is stronger, he often doesn't need to develop Rouyun swordsmanship to kill, he only needs one move, even if he was in the duel with Zhang Zhaozhong, he can actually solve the other party's with one move.

Now there is actually someone who wants to compete with him alone in the case of numerical advantage, and this person has clearly seen his martial arts just now, and knows that he is not his opponent.

"You're really strong!

Zhao Mingyuan's pupils shrank, and he only felt that the atmosphere around him was extremely depressed, and under the suppression of this momentum, he actually had the idea of retreating, and he was shocked in his heart: "This person ...... So strong self-confidence. This is the real swordsman, with a sword in hand, where in the world can not go, who in the world cannot be killed?"

"Interesting, really funny. You should know that you are no match for me. If they go along, maybe there's still some chance to keep me. ”

Song Jie suddenly smiled, the momentum of the whole person converged together, the tense atmosphere just now was suddenly relaxed, and the surrounding Yellow River Gang members finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat on their heads, so they quietly took two steps back.

As Song Jie retracted his momentum, Zhao Mingyuan was also liberated from the oppressive atmosphere, and finally regained some of his confidence as a swordsman.

"I know I'm not your opponent, maybe, even the Dao Master who claims to recover the life-killing sword is not your opponent, but if you kill my eldest brother, I will have to fight with you after all. ”

Zhao Mingyuan recovered after a while, tightened the sword in his hand, and stared at Song Jie deadly.

Song Jie didn't care about his gaze at all, he asked with a smile, "I'm very strange." A swordsman as arrogant as you may not be advanced in swordsmanship, but with your character, how can you become a brother of such a person? Now, you have to risk your own life to avenge him?"

Zhao Mingyuan said expressionlessly: "How can you not repay the grace of saving your life?"

"Did he save you?" Song Jieqi said: "He can save you?" I see that you hold a sword, and your martial arts are more than a cut above him." ”

"Saving people doesn't necessarily require martial arts. ”

"That's right!" Song Jie nodded and asked with interest, "Then do you know what the Yellow River Gang has been doing in recent years?"

Zhao Mingyuan suddenly sighed, was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Set up a pass, forcibly collect merchant ship tolls, forcibly rob people's daughters, loot money, open a green building, force good people to become prostitutes, and help the imperial court transport military rations." Every time you anti-Qing people see it, you can't help but come to the door. ”

Song Jie blinked and said curiously: "You still help the imperial court transport military rations?

Zhao Mingyuan glanced at him suspiciously, not knowing why he was asking this, but he still said: "Three days ago, a batch of military rations was transported to Lanfeng City, which was used by the Northwest Army to attack the Hui Department. ”

"Oh?" Song Jie laughed and said, "Then I will thank you on behalf of the people of Henan and the leader of the Hui tribe." Finally, I will ask you another question, have you helped the Yellow River Gang to do evil. ”

Zhao Mingyuan didn't know why Song Jie wanted to thank him, but he understood the words later, he shook his head slowly, and said, "I only care about the gang, and I won't take action if there is no big thing." ”

"Is the death of your eldest brother a big deal?"

Song Jie chuckled lightly and looked at the corpse of the Yellow River gang leader with slanted eyes, this person is not only unscrupulous, greedy for power, but even martial arts are not very clever.

The Yellow River Gang can develop to the point where it now dominates Henan, Song Jie doesn't have to think about it to know that the Zhao Mingyuan in front of him is the biggest hero.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "My eldest brother is the leader of the Yellow River Gang, and his death is naturally a big deal." ”

"Alas!" Song Jie shook his head and sighed: "In that case, you can use your sword." Don't say I didn't give you a chance to play the sword. ”

Zhao Mingyuan didn't say a word, his face was expressionless, suddenly his feet were a little bit, his body was striking, the long sword in his hand was already stabbing straight out, his hand holding the sword was very steady, this sword was also stabbing straight, and the speed had reached the highest in his life.

Such a sword is indeed enough to be called the first sword of the Yellow River in this era.

However, such a sword can only crisscross the Yellow River, the world is very big, far more than one Yellow River, this sword is even worse in Song Jie's eyes.

Zhao Mingyuan's sword had already reached half a foot in front of Song Jie, and at this time, Song Jie waved the short sword in his hand, this sword was not fancy at all, it could even be said to be plain, but the spine of this sword slapped directly on Zhao Mingyuan's wrist, and there was no room to dodge.

"Smack"

Zhao Mingyuan's long sword came out of his hand, and the sound of the long sword landing was particularly piercing in the silent night sky, and the wrist he held the sword was completely red and swollen.

Zhao Mingyuan looked at the long sword on the ground in a daze, as if the pain in his wrist had disappeared, and he only had the long sword in his eyes at this time, and this sword seemed to have broken even his heart to pursue the way of the sword.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that in this era of declining martial arts, there would be a swordsman like you. It's really rare, it's really fun. It's a pity that you were born hundreds of years late, if you were born in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, you might become a peerless swordsman no less than the wind and the wind is clear. It's a pity, it's a pity. Man, the most painful thing is to be born at the wrong time. ”

When Zhao Mingyuan came back to his senses, Song Jie in front of him had already disappeared, only his words were still echoing in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in a white brocade robe walking away in the moonlight under the moonlight.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Mingyuan looked at Song Jie's back and shouted.

"Song-Jie-"

In the night sky, only two words came from afar.

It turned out to be him!

Zhao Mingyuan was shocked in his heart: "He has already arrived in Henan! Such a blatant hairstyle and such superb martial arts, I should have thought of it a long time ago!"