A moment ago, the sun was warm, and in the blink of an eye, it was the ninth winter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 There was no trace of a smile on the face of the head of Wudang Guan Song, his expression was indifferent, and there was a dazzling light in his eyes. The bamboo cane in his hand drew circles back and forth in the air, up and down, left and right. There was a sound of sizzling in the air in front of the river. The thin bamboo cane glows blue.

Jiang Liu took two steps back and squeezed the eldest sister who was in a daze behind him into the carriage. Jiang Liu Shunshui closed the carriage of the ink bucket carriage, and then closed the curtain of the carriage again. Only in the ink bucket carriage can the safety of the eldest sister be guaranteed, otherwise as long as the scattered internal breath touches the eldest sister a little bit, it will be enough to be fatal for an ordinary person like her who does not know martial arts.

"The juniors are offended. Jiang Liu pulled out the cold iron knife on his waist. Snow bright but covered with a layer of azure knife light.

"Come on, let me see what the Shattered Moon Floating Knife has fallen to the ground that is worth remembering for the people of the rivers and lakes. "Wudang head Guan Song seems to be a different person, his eyes are like falcons in the autumn field, ready to attack at any time.

Now that Wudang head Guan Song has repeatedly provoked, the anger in Jiang Liu's heart is like a fire about to erupt, and he has accumulated full of anger. He wasn't ready to endure anymore. What predecessors in the rivers and lakes, what martial arts celebrities, hellish respect for the old and virtuous.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real chapter under your hands. Jiang Liu shouted loudly, the cold iron knife in his hand was raised high above his head, and the viscous heavenly demon energy like mercury in his body instantly became hot, rolling between the meridians. With a buzz, the cold iron knife burst out with a snowy light, shining on Jiang Liu's pale face.

"Suffer death. Jiang Liu is no longer ready to stay, and he will go all out in the face of Wudang head Guan Song. The cold iron knife in his hand was raised high above his head. The sword became extremely bright.

The snow-bright cold iron knife drew a straight line in the air, and the bamboo cane in the hand of Wudang head Guan Song was still drawing circles, not getting a little faster, not slowing down, and drawing a little more. Boom, one end of the bamboo staff hit the sword of the cold iron sword. It was a dull sound, without a bit of skill, not at all fancy. It's like a duel between two shepherd boys by the river on a summer evening. There was no movement but this muffled voice.

Neither of them dared to be careless, and Jiang Liu's eyes were wide open. Don't dare to blink a blink. The demon bat had been summoned back to the sky above the river early in the morning, and the river was now afraid to be distracted.

This move was a move for the two of them, and they quickly separated.

The cold iron knife of the river is the best treasure knife that comes out of the Ouchi, and it is a royal treasure. After the collision, it was still as bright as new, and there was no scar in sight.

The bamboo cane in the hand of the head of Wudang Guan Song was actually unscathed, and the tip of the bamboo cane did not even have a burr. The end is very powerful.

"Hehe, this is the bone cane of Kunlun Mountain, no more hard as iron than ordinary green bamboo. It's not going to be easy for your broken knife to outwit it. The bamboo cane in the hand of the head of Wudang, Guan Songdao, shrank back and laughed.

I only heard a whining sound, and the bamboo cane in the hand of Wudang head Guan Song swept like lightning. The sweep of the bamboo cane was as fast as thunder, and the river first smelled the scent of the grass being cut, and then the fragrance turned into a burnt fragrance. The fragrance is absent, but it is refreshing. As soon as Jiang Liu's snort relaxed, he felt a stirring of the heavenly demon power between the meridians. Jiang Liu leaned back, and then took two steps back quickly.

"Hey, I found out so quickly. The banter on the face of the head of Wudang, Guan Songdao, flashed.

"Phew. Jiang Liutian Demon Power hovered between the mandibles, and suddenly made a shocking noise.

The Wudang head Guan Song Daoren's offensive slowed down, and the bone staff in his hand dragged the trend, turning the staff into a gun, like a poisonous snake. He stabbed straight forward.

"Despicable, the head of Wudang actually poisoned it. Jiang Liu suppressed the anger in his heart, and the cold iron knife in his hand did not dare to be idle at all, and leaned up. And the long rod went up.

"Hehe, the kid's bone cane is like this, you don't understand and you can't complain about me. Wudang head Guan Song Dao people leaned on the old and sold the old smiled.

"I guess a young man like you doesn't know how powerful a bone cane is. This is a different species of Kunlun Mountain, and only among the countless mangosteens can such a bone rod be born. "The head of Wudang, Guan Songdao, took the trouble to tell Jiang Liu about the origin of the weapon in his hand. If someone who doesn't know what is going on sees it, he must think that the master is teaching the apprentice again. It's a pity that the head of Wudang, Guan Songdao, is not merciless at all. The old way of the move, went straight to the key points around the river.

Jiang Liu took two consecutive breaths of turbid gas to drain the residual poison in the body. It was also Jiangliu that had reached the realm of refining the lungs, and the heavenly demon energy poured into the alveoli, and the temperature increased sharply. The gambling gas inhaled into the alveoli is directly burned into turbidity and spit out of the mouth.

"Boy, look at it. Look at my old way of the bright moon and pine photos. Lao Dao put away the bone cane in his hand, thrust it into his waist, and slowly drew a circle with his hands on his chest.

Jiang Liu stopped retreating and stopped in the air in a daze. He had all the strength to do it. The meridians are full of rushing heavenly demon energy, and the indescribable grievances of this Guansong Dao person cannot be used.

As the circle in the hands of the Guansong Daoist was drawn to the ground three times, the azure inner breath around him gradually gathered. A tall and straight pine tree was formed on him. It was as if there had been no light between heaven and earth, and Jiang Liu had just had lunch in his memory, but now a round moon had appeared in the sky. The cold moonlight shone loosely on the verdant pine branches. The pine trees swayed without wind, and the moon shadow under the trees swayed.

Jiang Liu's expression was in a trance, as if he had returned to the Moon Palace. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then at the crescent moon in the ancient well. When I looked up again, there was already a crooked moon in the sky. The four big characters of Heavenly Demon Wuxiang suddenly appeared in the sea of knowledge of the river. With a bang, these four words suddenly dispersed. Countless small tadpoles swam in all directions of the sea.

The Wudang head Guan Song Daoren showed an appreciative and relieved look on his face, and his palm restrained his strength three inches in front of Jiang Liu's chest. Never move forward a little further. But he didn't take away the momentum and coercion of his body, but made a fierce move, and the coercion on his body was stronger than before.

In the night sky, all the dark clouds around the bright moon dispersed, and the sky became clearer and clearer. The bright moon in the sky between Jiang Liu's head and his head down, the bright moon in the well changed endlessly, Jiang Liu was enlightened, looked at the bright moon in a daze, and fell into contemplation.

Jiang Liu woke up from his contemplation and saw the worried eyes of the people of Guansong Dao. "Thank you seniors for your success. ”

"Good. The Guansong Daoist stopped talking, jumped and disappeared like a big bird.