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In the past, Jiang Yangsheng spent a lot of money on the stall to buy those so-called 'peerless martial arts', half of these are story books, and half of them are nonsense fart books about a realm called 'no sword seems to have a sword', Jiang Yangsheng at that time was very disdainful of this, he didn't believe these made-up things in his heart, because those who held a copy of "Peerless Sword Book" or "Wushuang Sword Technique" in their hands all day long on Beilai Street The sloppy old man who came to swagger and cheat, these old people who have no fixed income themselves can only rely on these cookie-cutter and half-story martial arts secrets to make a living, but this cold-blooded His Royal Highness the Prince of Beilai in front of the family has acted as the kind of wronged boss every time, and the old man who is greasy but has two rat eyes and a thief's light will earn a lot of silver from the hands of the second son of Beilai Xuanhe every time, once or twice, but this situation has lasted for two years in a row, Jiang Yangsheng sent money to buy the secret book, and the old man will find a so-called yes from the canvas pocket behind him'Perseverance, will sweep the rivers and lakes' peerless secret canon, and pretended to be mysterious and secretly stuffed into Jiang Yangsheng's hands, and when he left, he didn't forget to say a sentence similar to 'The wall is a thousand miles, and if there is no desire, it is rigid'. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just a matter of sending money once or twice, but this money has been sent for two years in a row, this is His Royal Highness the Second Son, who is so shrewd that he almost became a sperm, after a long time, the old man no longer has the kind of joy in his heart after taking advantage of a small advantage, but he is a little panicked, so in the last time, that is, a few days before Jiang Yangsheng's departure of 18,000 miles, the old man no longer bought a peerless secret book for His Royal Highness the Second Son, Jiang Yangsheng, who originally wanted to buy a book to relieve boredom on the road, knew that the old man no longer bought books for himself, and he was not ashamed and angry, but still squatted in the corner of the wall where he pretended to read with relish after buying books in the past, staring at this old man who was already old, told a story.

The beginning of the story is the end of a war, it was a battle in which Jiang Loan himself was hit by two arrows, only two thousand and eight remnants of 10,000 soldiers survived, and one of the 7,200 dead people was called Zhang Bianguan, to be honest, such a nobody died in the 7,200 people so ordinary that he couldn't recognize it after a few glances.

The story is not long, two sentences: there was once a soldier from Beilai called Zhang Bianguan, this is the first sentence, he joined the army to earn money for his father for a coffin board, this is the second sentence.

No more!

That day, on the street corner of Beilai, the old man who made a living by compiling the so-called martial arts cheats and selling secrets all year round leaned on the corner of the wall and cried, like a child who had made a mistake.

Jiang Yangsheng, who originally didn't believe in the so-called 'sword intent and sword momentum' in the rivers and lakes, and the so-called 'no sword is better than a sword', now he believes it more or less.

Sword intent and sword momentum are invisible swords.

The Green Sparrow Sword uncontrollably wanted to unsheath and drink blood.

Jiang Yangsheng's eyes were as cold as ten thousand years, and he kept seeing Tang Gaoge's back chill, and the latter couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

The dead soldier of the Tang family finally stood up, his expression was solemn, he knew that this very young man with red fur was not easy to mess with, but his young master was going to provoke him, and he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart at the moment, if he fought for his life, the best result would be a defeat for both sides, which he didn't want to see.

Jiang Yangsheng once again pressed the Qingque sword back into the scabbard, and in an instant, the Qingque bounced out of the scabbard again.

With a bang, Jiang Yangsheng didn't hold down the Qingque Sword that couldn't help but unsheath after all, holding the sword in his hand, his mind suddenly broadened, he was happy and enmity, there were no more troubles in the world, cut off the troubles of three thousand, and led him to sing.

And in an instant, Jiang Yangsheng felt that the momentum of the Tang family's dead man had changed, and he no longer concealed it, a master of the seven-rank realm!

A bronze broken sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and this short sword had been hidden by him at the cuff, and he would not take it out until he was absolutely necessary.

Of course, this seven-rank realm dead man is naturally not comparable to Luo Xiuming's old rivers and lakes who have been immersed in the seventh-grade realm for many years, and I think that this dead man who is about forty years old is also a person who has just recently entered the seven-grade realm.

Since Jiang Yangsheng was able to kill Luo Xiuming, he was naturally not afraid of this dead man, but there was excitement and expectation in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Everyone around instantly became nervous, because at this time, the surrounding atmosphere was very dignified because of the rising momentum between the two, Chen Butterfly rarely restrained her mentality of playing Hongchen, and looked at the red Qiu man beside her with a solemn face, her cherry mouth was very big, and she was very surprised by this, because she was very clear about the master hidden behind Tang Gaoge, the strength of the seventh grade was enough to support an ordinary small sect, but this red Qiu man was able to match him, and the realm was also around the seventh grade。

Chen Butterfly didn't feel afraid, on the contrary, she was faintly excited, because she had told this seven-poinsettia Qiu man that she would raise him as a face.

The strength of the seven products, although it is not big or small in the rivers and lakes, but after all, it is more expected and interesting than those fancy sword families.

Chen Butterfly felt that this boy was really different, but unfortunately she didn't see anything different except for his handsome appearance, which inevitably made her feel a little frustrated.

Just as Jiang Yangsheng was about to draw his sword, the originally quiet Qinhuai River suddenly surged.

In the distance, there was a hissing sound of an elephant, followed by the suddenly rising river, at this time the river water was like the dragon king tide of the Jishui River.

Jiang Yangsheng, who was originally ready to go, and the dead soldiers of the Tang family opposite, both thought about it from a distance.

I saw that on the surface of the Qinhuai River in the distance, several figures were constantly running with the wind and chasing each other.

Several figures are very fast, all of them are running along the surface of the Qinhuai River, which is no longer Pingjin, bringing up huge waves, and the huge waves continue to beat along the river towards both banks, more like the tide rushing, forming a wave several zhang high on the bank.

And above the tide, there are several figures constantly treading the waves, led by a handsome man with a rich god and jade, the man is about forty years old, but his face has never left a trace of time, except for the temples are slightly white, I can't see his exact age.

He carried a long sword at his waist, and wisps of silver ears of wheat hung from the hilt, constantly fluttering in the wind, and at the waist of this middle-aged man was a young man with a disorganized figure and a sluggish breath.

Behind the middle-aged man, there are several figures gradually running at the tail, and the curves of the following figures are indescribable, and when they take off in the air, they are like fairies descending.

Not far from the muddy place on the riverside, a white jade elephant is constantly galloping, it walks with terrifying sound, making a rumbling sound, around the white jade elephant, dust splashes, a towering giant tree has collapsed, and the roar is even more deafening.

Jiang Yangsheng took a step forward, stood at the head of the painting boat, and looked up, the river was surging, like a bead curtain bursting, and the silver bottle was broken.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, because he knew all these people.

The chic and dignified middle-aged man walking in the front is Jiang Yangsheng, and the half-tone is the fake master - Yu Xianyi on the Qinhuai River.

Chasing them behind them was She Taohua and her mount, the Five Emperors, and of course there was a woman whose face was covered by a white scarf.

And Yu Xianyi was sandwiched in the waist and seriously injured was the 'No. 1 Swordsman in the Central Plains' Gongye Yang who met unexpectedly on the unknown river in Beilai that day, Gongye Yang at this time no longer had the calmness when Jiang Yangsheng saw him a few months ago, Gong Yeyang, who was caught under his arm, had a thick rusty iron chain tied to his wrist, and the other end of the chain was a big knife, his face was as white as paper, his eyes were closed, and his expression was very painful.

This swordsman with a rather weak reputation seems to have a bit of a bad fate, and Jiang Yangsheng is very embarrassed every time he sees him.

Several figures approached Jiang Yangsheng and them with a very violent aura.

The river swayed more violently, and this boat, which was originally intended for fun and scenery, seemed to have the possibility of capsizing on the Qinhuai River at any time.

On the opposite side, the extremely beautiful and enchanting Qin Huai famous prostitute on Tang Gaoge's painting boat had already screamed out in disregard of her face at this time, and this young master Tang, who was not very good-tempered, directly kicked an unlucky bewitching prostitute into the water, and the woman disappeared in the blink of an eye after a few splashes in the water conservancy.

Tang Gaoge's eyes were full of cold expressions, although he was a family member who did not learn and did not know how to do it, but he knew that the masters of the rivers and lakes who could tread water must be above the three grades, and the strength of the three grades, even in the Tang family, it was also enshrined as Lafayette, Tang Gaoge's heart suddenly panicked, even if he was locked by the red Qiu man's breath just now, he was not so afraid.

A few figures are soon approaching here, the painting boat is driving in the center of the river now, there is no way to avoid it, and the small painting boat is swaying in the heart of the river, like a leaf of duckweed, tactfully drifting, ups and downs.

"Roar~~~"

The white elephant five emperors who were constantly galloping on the riverside stretched out their noses to draw water from the river, and their noses sprayed out, and the water instantly turned into a powerful water column and shot towards Yu Xianyi, who was running at the front.

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