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Luo Xiuming felt strange in his heart at the moment, this kid has not seen him for a few days, and his methods have become much more clever, could it be that he deliberately showed weakness and hid it from me before?

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Luo Xiuming was originally a scheming person, and now when he saw this, his heart was suddenly full of suspicions. But seeing that he had been pressing the sword with one hand from beginning to end, he didn't trigger it, as if he was gathering momentum, and he didn't feel a little more jealous of the red-furred man.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Luo Xiuming saw that Jiang Yangsheng had been pressing the sword with both hands and had never unsheathed, only that he was trying to confuse himself by spreading suspicions.

At that moment, he took a few steps forward, and one hand wanted to hold down Jiang Yangsheng's scabbard as he did that day, preventing him from taking out the sword.

When Luo Xiuming deceived himself, Jiang Yangsheng knew his intentions, raised his foot and collided with his hard palm once, stumbled under his feet, and took a few steps back, he and Luo Xiuming were two realms apart after all, Luo Xiuming stood firmly on top of the seven products more than ten years ago, and even if he did not go to the next level for more than ten years, the realm of the seven products became more and more stable, naturally it was not a person like Jiang Yangsheng who had only been in the rank for a long time to be able to take the lead, and this confrontation made Jiang Yangsheng feel numb and trembling in his legs.

Seeing Jiang Yangsheng's figure regressing, the sneer on the corner of Luo Xiuming's mouth became more and more cruel, which further confirmed the fact that Jiang Yangsheng wanted him to cast a rat trap.

Luo Xiuming said in his heart: This kid just relied on the previous momentum to play that momentum, and now 'then exhaust three will decline' after all, he finally shows fatigue, and he doesn't regret it at the moment, if he consumes him with his own light horse, he will be able to be similar to him after a long time, and he doesn't need to do it himself at all, this red fur boy can show his flaws by himself.

One is vengeful, the other is covetous.

Jiang Yangsheng grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and his right hand unconsciously clenched the hilt of the Qingque sword, and his thumb kept groping on the hilt.

The blue finch is not yet out of its sheath!

Someone has not shed blood!

Luo Xiuming's hands changed unpredictably, and he poked out again, and said with a cruel smile in his mouth: "The old man has stepped into the rivers and lakes for all these years, you are the only one who can amaze the old man's pillars, why don't you go to my Luo family to do things and recognize me as your father-in-law?"

Although he was talking, he still kept palming, forcing Jiang Yangsheng to stumble left and right, and the danger was full of dangers.

Jiang Yangsheng sneered and couldn't stop laughing, worship him as his father-in-law? This person who can be his Jiang Yangsheng's father-in-law in the whole world is still in his mother's womb, and Luo Xiuming, a man from Qingzhou City, dares to make a big deal to accept him as his son, which is really a bit funny.

Although Luo Xiuming had more than one word of love for money, his hands became more and more ruthless, and the ten thick black fingers twisted and constantly clawed the air in front of Jiang Yangsheng.

The palm of his hand is full of strength, and every time he makes the air in his palm clenched, there is a rapid and tragic explosion sound, which shows his great strength.

Jiang Yangsheng dodged with keen insight, although every time he was able to dodge the harsh claw wind, and even a few times Luo Xiuming's hand claws slashed against his face, and the palm wind swept quickly, and his face hurt, as if he had been scratched by a hundred claws.

Jiang Yangsheng pressed the sword with one hand and pointed out it like lightning with the other, all of which were accurately pointed at the 'valve' on Luo Xiuming's arm, and in an instant, the momentum that made him work so hard to condense was like a dam collapsing, collapsing for thousands of miles.

"Can't get into my Luo family?"

Luo Xiuming roared, as this voice roared, his momentum gradually climbed, the gray hair on his temples fluttered without wind, and his hands became more and more sharp and fast, and the speed of his palm became faster and faster, if it weren't for Jiang Yangsheng stepping into the realm of 'unity of heaven and man', only with the naked eye could only see a trace of afterimage passing by.

"One last chance for you!"

Facing Luo Xiuming's olive branch, Jiang Yangsheng sneered and laughed at it.

The hand that pressed on the hilt of the sword kept shaking, the blade of the sword was exposed an inch, the sword was cold, like the light of the cold moon scattered, very cold, the Qingque sword trembled for a while, and then returned to the sheath, removing the edge, simple and dull.

The gentleman hides the weapon in his body, and when the time comes!

This repeated several reincarnations over and over again, and the Qingque Sword on his waist was cut out by more than an inch each time, but it was returned to the sheath again, and every time the sword intent of this sword skyrocketed by one point, layered on top of each other, with no beginning and no end.

The originally simple Qingque Sword became more and more sharp between these unsheaths and returns, and a layer of blue-gray was attached to the white blade. This blue-gray color is obscure, appearing and disappearing, and it becomes deeper and deeper as the Qingque sword is unsheathed and returned to the sheath, as if it is contaminated with thunder on the sword body.

Luo Xiuming's fingers appeared in front of Jiang Yangsheng, and the black light on his fingertips made people feel frightened.

He slapped Jiang Yangsheng's neck directly, trying to restrain him.

The palm wind was whistling, Luo Xiuming's ten fingers were spread out, and the blue-purple light on it was faintly emerging.

In a flash!

The blue finch suddenly came out of its sheath, flashing with a blue-gray light as narrow as a thread.

The green light flashed by, and it was incredibly fast.

Even the scheming Luo Xiuming didn't react to what was happening.

The sword is unsheathed!

Luo Xiuming was shocked at the moment, his eyes were full of fear, and he hurriedly wanted to stop, but the simple long sword came first, and in a blink of an eye, it came to him, the sword was rushing like a rainbow, carrying a trace of thunder-like arc flying by, not giving him time to react at all, but it flashed, but Luo Xiuming let out a hoarse scream.

A withered palm like the bark of an old tree fell to the ground, it was Na Luo Xiuming's palm, after this palm was cut off, the skin quickly dried up and cracked, and the pitch-black color that was originally coiled on the fingertips spread all over the palm in the blink of an eye.

Luo Xiuming's only remaining hand held the other hand tightly, and the blood from the wound kept dripping and splashing on the ground, shocking.

Fine sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and he stared at Jiang Yangsheng fiercely, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Luo Xiuming just wanted to speak, but found that the red-furred man who had closed his eyes all the time suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars in the narrow Danfeng eyes, shining brightly, but behind the deep eyes was a trace of laughter, mockery, and ridicule.

The red-furred man who had just opened his eyes took a step forward and quietly came to Luo Xiuming, the bloodstained long sword in his hand was still bloody, and he stabbed out a sword with an expressionless face, reaching his chest.

The man in the red fur pressed the long sword into his chest little by little, until there was no hilt, his eyes were cold, and he couldn't see any joy or sorrow, but he held the hilt of the sword as if he were a dead thing.

Luo Xiuming's lips twitched, and he wanted to say something, but a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his snow-white beard was dyed red.

"People like you want to say nothing more than beg for mercy. It's better not to say it. ”

Jiang Yangsheng took out the Qingque sword, gently shook off the blood stains on the sword, and the more than a dozen Luo family light riders saw their old family master dead, and now they were even more like ghosts, one by one, they looked panicked, turned their horses' heads and fled in a panic.

Luo Xiuming, the old head of the Luo family, died, Jiang Yangsheng got up, took out a horse left by the Luo family's light horse, turned over and rode on, and ran into the distance along the official road outside Qingzhou City.

After killing Luo Yunshu in Meizi Alley before, someone announced that he saw a man with a red fur in Plum Alley, thinking that this person was sent by Jiang Tiangong to spread it, aiming to drag him into the water, this Jiang Tiangong's heart is not ruthless.

He naturally knew very well in his heart, with Jiang Tiangong's gloomy and watery temperament, it seemed that he wanted to play with himself. The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is in the back's game, if nothing else, once Luo Xiuming dies, the Luo family in Qingzhou City will collapse violently, and the Jiang family will take this opportunity to hunt in Qingzhou City, and it is also the time to unload the mill and kill the donkey, and Jiang Yangsheng, which is a useless outcast, has become the object of the major masters hunting and sharpening knives, and their Jiang family's masters will follow the smell here to hunt, if nothing else, Jiang Tiangong will not miss such a good whetstone as himself, he will personally handle the knife.

Even if he knew that this was Jiang Tiangong's hand, Jiang Yangsheng had to do what Jiang Tiangong said, because Lu Pan was his bargaining chip, and Jiang Yangsheng had to do it.

Sure enough, Jiang Yangsheng's horse jujube red horse ran out not far away, the gate of Qingzhou City behind him was wide open, and dozens of green-maned horses rushed out of it, pulling up a long line of green and yellow dust behind him, and above the horses was the elite of the Jiang family in Qingzhou City, led by Jiang Tiangong!

The Luo family in Qingzhou collapsed instantly after the death of the old head of the Luo family, and some of the properties that originally belonged to the Luo family also changed hands for the first time, and the small family that originally smelled the unusual smell also began to wait for the opportunity to come out to patrol and hunt, half of the Luo family's sky collapsed instantly, the backyard caught fire, and the disaster caused Xiao Wall.

Not only is the situation changing in Qingzhou City, but even outside Qingzhou City, a large-scale manhunt has been launched, and the target of the search is the red Qiu man who killed the three generations of the Luo family - Jiang Hai.

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A train of green horses galloping on the salt road, the salt road, as the name suggests, is the road opened up by Qingzhou City in order to transport salt, in the Beilai salt road, copper railway, post road, and become the 'three roads', which is to ensure the three major transportation lines of logistics supply during the war, Beilai has always attached great importance to the repair and jurisdiction of these three roads.

At this time, dozens of strong horses galloped past on the salt road, which was originally so quiet that no one could be seen, and the people sitting on horseback held long knives that were all shining.

Dozens of horses are in a hurry, and the horses are also well-trained and well-trained horses, this team is different from the Luo family's light horses, and the people who ride them are very angry, and they are obviously reckless people who have been tested by life and death for a long time.

The group was familiar with the road, led by a Jiang Tiangong in a cyan robe, and the corners of Jiang Tiangong's mouth at this time pulled out a sinister smile.

"You're useless now, and I didn't think about unloading the mill and killing the donkey, but in order to convince the public, I can only do this. ”

Jiang Tiangong muttered and laughed, his words full of pretentious helplessness.

And in the distance, riding in the dust, the red fur is particularly eye-catching!

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