Seeing two swordsmen and a girl approaching the castle, the two sword-wielding doormen raised their swords and asked:

"Who's coming, and what?"

"Let's come and seek justice from your third son of Qinjiabao!" Nan Jian stepped forward and said coldly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the two doormen heard this, they were shocked, "Bold!" One of the round-eyed doormen shouted, "I think you are tired of life!" As he spoke, he had already drawn his sword in his hand, and stabbed at Nanjian with his head and face.

Nanjian was not in a hurry, he turned to one side slightly, the scabbard in his hand was a square, and he stumbled under his feet, and the man pounced and fell to the ground. Another swordsman was also killed by Kang Sheng in three or two blows, and fell to the ground bleeding all over the ground.

Seeing this, Nan Jian was very stunned, "Brother Kang, why did you kill it," he said with some puzzlement, "It's just a doorman, what can he do wrong!"

"Brother, you don't know!" he quickly explained, "I killed him by mistake." ”

At this moment, the round-eyed doorman got up, bluffed his face like earth, and ran into the castle in a puff of smoke. So, the three of Nanjian also walked into the gate of Qinjiabao, and at this time, Kang Sheng raised his hand with him and said:

"Brother Nanjian, let's go our separate ways, I'll go to the back to smash their Qinjiabao's lair!"

Without waiting for Nanjian to speak, he ran across the road in front of him and ran straight into a circular courtyard gate, and after a while, the people of Qinjiabao rushed from all roads with sharp swords. And among them, there is Qin Zhengjun, the eldest son of Qinjiabao.

"Young Master, it's them!" The man with round eyes just now ran up and pointed at Nanjian and Qin Zhengjun and said, "There was another one just now, together with them, killed Ah Fei!"

This Qin Zhengjun is dignified, always has a figure of more than eight feet tall, like his eldest brother Qin Zhengyi, his face is white, but his eyebrows are much thicker and thicker than Qin Zhengyi. His body was very well-proportioned, wearing a royal blue robe, and carrying a long sword in his hand, majestic and imposing.

He sneered and looked at Nanjian, "This brother," he said, "I don't think you look like a vicious person, why did you break the city gate, kill the gatekeepers, and force your way in?"

"Could it be that the second son of your family just now, when Qin Zhengyi came back, didn't he tell you who we were!" Nan Jian said coldly, "You gang, robbers who are roosters and dogs, today I want to see and understand, what are you capable of, and how are you powerful!"

When Qin Zhengjun heard this, he knew that the other party was prepared, but he was not as impulsive as his eldest brother Qin Zhengyi, and he made a move on the face, he seemed very calm, "Friend, there is something to say!" He said, "If it is our people from Qinjiabao who are at fault, please say it clearly;

"You better go and call your third son!" At this time, Ren Siyun was afraid of making a big fuss, so he interjected and said, "As long as your third son is present, everything can be said clearly." ”

"Girl!" Qin Zhengjun clasped his fists at Ren Siyun and said, "It's unfortunate that my second brother went to a friend's house in Pinghuwan early in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet!"

"Big brother, what are you talking about with them!" At this moment, Qin Zhengyi ran over angrily, pointed to Nanjian and Qin Zhengjun and said, "These two people and the thief Kang Sheng are the same as the gang;

"Hmph, dog," Nan Jian sneered and said, "Don't think I'll be afraid of you in your house, to tell you the truth, if there are more people, I'm not afraid!" As he spoke, the scabbard in his hand stabbed Qin Zhengyi's sharp sword, flicked it, swept it again, and with a beep, he let the other party go, and slapped him heavily on the back.

"Oops!" immediately caused Qin Zhengyi to cry out in pain.

Seeing this, his eldest brother Qin Zhengjun was also very angry, "Maniac, you dare to spread wild in my house," he shouted and said, "I want you to regret it!" As he spoke, he drew his sword angrily and roared towards the southern sword.

Qin Zhengjun's swordsmanship is indeed much more sophisticated than his eldest brother Qin Zhengyi, his sword is not in a hurry, every move is light, elegant, and strange, and his steps are very dexterous, and he almost stabbed the southern sword a few times. However, Nan Jian was not alarmed, and he unleashed the Ghost Step Meteor Skill that the Three Crazy Dao Masters had taught him, although it did not reach the speed and elegance of a meteor. However, it was enough to dodge every fierce attack of Qin Zhengjun.

In this way, back and forth, the two of them took as many as one hundred and thirty-two moves, and Qin Zhengjun still failed to let him use his sword; Therefore, he deeply understood that the enemy was terrible, so he shouted with the earth Qin Zhengyi:

"Go, please come to the Seventh Elder!"

The seven old men of Qinjiabao are, of course, seven old men! These seven old men are not simple, and today Qinjiabao has been founded in the rivers and lakes for the fifth generation, and these seven old men have been fighting with the founders of the first generation of the Qin family, and they have been fighting until today; the first four Qinjia fort lords have all died in the continuous battles, and to this day in the hands of Qin Zhong, their swordsmanship has been called one of the best swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes.

And these seven old men, not to mention their swordsmanship, have reached unimaginable heights, but they are not idle in Qinjiabao now, they have always held an important position. This position is a secret room - a pill and a sword book are stored inside!

But now, the castle is in crisis, and they may not be able to fight if they don't fight!

When Nan Jian was fighting fiercely with Qin Zhengjun, suddenly seven old men flew in a row from the treetops in the east, whooshing, swishing, and swishing, as swift and terrifying as goshawks. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the place where Nanjian was two zhang away, and together with Qin Zhengjun, they formed an encirclement and surrounded Nanjian in the heart.

Looking up, these seven old people are indeed a little old. Their waists were still straight, their eyes were still bright, but the skin on their faces was a little criss-crossed, and the seven old men, dressed in the same apricot robes, holding the same black sheathed swords, had the same long hair—silver and silky. Their beards are as long and white as their hair, just not as thick as their hair.

"Little brother, report your name!" At this time, an old man directly opposite Nanjian said in a voice as loud as Hong Zhong, "Under the old sword, don't kill the nobody!"

"Now, there is no point in saying the name or not!" Nan Jian said calmly, "Ben Shaoxia is here to destroy your thief's den today!"

"What a strange swordsman. Another old man said, "For so many years, the seven elders who can make us appear at the same time, except for the Great War Demon Hongwu back then, you are the first person to this day!"

"What a demon is not a demon, martial arts is not a martial art," Nan Jian said, "Since they are all here, let's do it quickly!"

"Good!" the seven old men said in unison, "Young man look at the sword!"

Suddenly, the sword qi was like frost, the sky was dark, and it shrouded towards the southern sword. (To be continued.) )