The wind crosses, the iron cable crosses the sky, it is the iron chain bridge on the Luoshui River, the last river leading to Luoyi, and after the iron chain bridge, it is a horse flat river.

Two fire dragon foals with no variegated fur pulled a carriage from the mountains and mountains, the king was a burly man, the windows were closed, but the panes had obvious knife and axe marks, and the knife and axe prints crisscrossed the panes, and some even cut off the panes.

The two dragon foals are BMWs, but they are exhausted.

"Shizi, don't panic, after crossing the bridge, no one will dare to chase and kill you!" a man's deep voice came from the carriage.

"Uncle Duanmu, I'm not afraid!" a childish voice came.

"Zhong Yong, how far is it?"

"I've seen the wind crossing, and there's still a mile to go. Zhong Yong, the emperor who was driving, replied, and there was no trace of joy in his tone, because he saw several people appearing in Feng Lingdu, wearing hats and black clothes.

He raised his horsewhip, and the whip "horned" in the air with a crisp sound, and the tired horse suddenly accelerated, rolled up billowing smoke and dust, and went straight to the wind.

The men in black were in three columns, the first column was slightly short, dragging the horse blade, and rushed straight over.

In the second column, countless hidden weapons were like flying locusts, covering the carriage.

The third column was peculiar, there was only one man, two heads taller than the others, like a giant, and the creepy thing was that he carried in his hand a large iron vertebrae, three or four feet in diameter, and the wheel was round, and it was smashed out of the carriage.

Before the carriage arrived, the hidden weapons had already covered the sky.

Zhong Yong shouted, and the horsewhip in his hand immediately blurred, as if there were layers of water waves, and the hidden weapons fell one after another.

He snorted, but there were still a few hidden weapons that slipped through the net, and he was hit by an iron thistle in his left shoulder, and a few more hit the carriage behind him.

Don't let him think about it, the big iron spine broke through the air, and the little pony whip was okay to deal with the hidden weapon, but it couldn't stop such a huge iron spine at all.

He was just about to block it desperately, when a force emerged from behind: "Get out of the way!"

Zhong Yong's body was involuntarily thrown high by this soft force, flipped forward, drew the sword from his waist with his hand, and landed in front of the left.

Zhong Yong didn't have time to turn back, but he knew that Duanmu Liang had made a move.

Duanmu Liang, a good general under Zheng Hou, Zheng Guozhi's dry city, the teacher of the prince Baili Ming, led the prince to parade, and was shocked to hear that Zheng Hou was seriously ill, starry night, and encountered more than a dozen assassinations on the road, and the people and horses were lost.

He guessed who it was, who else could do this except Childe Baili Cong.

Baili Cong, the eldest son of Zheng Hou, is a concubine, usually generous and benevolent, Duanmu Liang knows that this is a fake. Zheng Hou has four sons, because Baili Cong is a concubine, and standing in front of him is the son of Baili Ming.

With a bang, the big iron spine smashed on the carriage, and the carriage was torn apart, but the people in it were fine, because Duanmuliang's internal force was injected on the carriage, and with the help of the disintegration of the carriage, the impact of the big iron vertebra was dissolved.

A woman's frightened cry was heard from inside the car, and the two maids lay on the ground.

Duanmu Liang stood majestically on the carriage, holding the black iron shovel in his hand, and behind him, the fire dragon horse hissed and rushed towards the chain bridge.

He knew the danger, the chain bridge was different from the ordinary bridge, usually the carriage passed, and it was generally passed slowly, but there was no time, Duanmu Liang believed in himself.

Zhong Yong saw the slashing knife coming, he didn't parry, and strode forward, the sword light was sharp, the knife did not reach the body, and the sword had already pierced the throat of the enemy.

He didn't stop, the sword turned and strode forward, his swordsmanship is the swordsmanship in the army, simple and practical, pay attention to momentum, meet the brave on a narrow road, and there are no tricks at all.

The enemy fell one after another, and the blood on his body also rose, and he was covered in blood, and both sides were not afraid of death.

The carriage rushed up to the Fenglingdu Chain Bridge with smoke and dust in the sky.

The bridge deck is fixed with wooden planks, but it is well maintained, Fenglingdu is an important hub of the vassal state of Zhengguo, the river has flooded many times, and the stone bridge and the like cannot be resisted, so the iron chain bridge has to be used.

The carriage has become a flat-bottomed car, the two maids are lying on the board of the carriage shivering, Duanmu Liang holds a black iron shovel in his hand, standing awe-inspiring, although the prince Baili Ming is pale, but he stands behind Duanmu Liang like a small pine tree.

Although the bridge is bumpy, the speed of the car has not decreased, and in the blink of an eye, it is more than a third.

A splash of water suddenly rose, and a sword light sparkled like practice, mixed in the splash, and suddenly appeared from the surging river without warning, and rushed straight to Bailiming.

Duanmu Liang shook the gong in his hand, moved forward slightly under his feet, shouted, the water splashed, and there was a sound of steel resonating, and a figure suddenly stopped in the air.

This is a young man, his eyes are very bright, but his face is covered, the sword in his hand suddenly lit up, and it exploded, Duanmu Liang was stunned, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Broken sword Mo Xian! You are broken sword Mo Xian!"

Mo Xian, the sixth killer of the Yama Hall of the Killer Organization, no one has ever seen his face, because his assassination is often a single blow.

I don't know how many masters of the Yama Hall have not been heard of in the world.

Duanmu Liang had only faintly heard about it, he didn't expect to meet Mo Xian one day, but he had heard of Mo Xian's one-handed swordsmanship, he couldn't figure it out, since the sword was broken, how could he assassinate it?

Just as the light was shining, Duanmu Liang instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but then he reacted, he couldn't close his eyes, not only could he not close his eyes, but his eyes opened wide, and he saw that the sword in Mo Xian's hand bloomed like a flower.

Duanmu Liang instantly understood the true meaning of the swordsmanship, and saw that a thinner and smaller sword in the fragment was like a flower, stabbing at his throat with a poignant beauty.

This is the true meaning of swordsmanship, it looks like a sword, but in fact, there is a sword hidden in the sword, and the outer sword is specially treated and excited by internal force, like an explosion, and the truly deadly sword is a sword hidden in it.

Duanmu Liang couldn't avoid it, he was ruthless in his hand, ignoring this sword, and smashed it towards Mo Xian.

He is not an ordinary person, in this case, his choice is undoubtedly correct, and he will die with the enemy, but he is wrong, if this move can be successful, I am afraid that Mo Xian will not make people famous with his swordsmanship.

At this moment, Mo Xian's figure drew a strange arc, Duanmuliang's killer plan actually failed, and Duanmuliang only felt a cold throat, the strength of his body suddenly flew away, his eyes were dark, and the last thought was actually sorry for Zheng Hou.

Mo Xian turned the sword in his hand and saw Bai Liming, Bai Liming's face was pale, things were developing too fast, even the fast Bai Liming didn't react, his mind was blank, and he was stunned when he saw a sword light in front of him.

Seeing that Bai Li Ming was about to be injured under Mo Xian's hands, Mo Xian was calm like a god of death, he killed people as if it was an unrelated thing, Yan Luo Temple used gold to buy Bai Li Ming's life, he didn't care who wanted Bai Li Ming to die, just calmly completed an ordinary thing, anyway, people always have to die, what is the difference between dying early and dying late.

"Nan no Shakyamuni Buddha!" A Buddha horn exploded in his ears, in his ears, and even in his whole body, Mo Xian couldn't tell the difference, but he felt that there was no sense in his body that was not under this sound, and his body was floating with qi and blood.

He hadn't experienced this situation at all, but he still put the task first and stabbed at Baili Ming's sword, but the charm of this sword that had long been lost was not only slow, but also full of flaws.

Bai Liming suddenly came to his senses, although he was young, he was the apprentice of General Duanmuliang, just now because he was stunned for a while, but now he came to his senses, took a step back, and pulled out the sword at his waist, with hatred in his eyes, and held the sword.

Mo Xian's sword was a big loss, and his heart was cold, at this moment, he heard the sound of the wind behind him, and a huge aura overwhelmingly pressed over, knowing that someone was shooting behind him.

With an arc under his feet, the person has turned an angle, and what catches his eye is a Zen stick, with a golden light, volleying into the air, and there is no one behind him, a staff leaning against the sky.

Mo Xian was shocked, he had heard of the masters of Buddhism, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, and there were supernatural powers that the world could not imagine, he did not expect that he would face them one day.

Mo Xian shook the slender sword in his hand, and the sword immediately shot forward like a sword mountain, but how could he resist this flying staff, the person immediately flew up, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the masked black cloth was immediately stained with blood.

Mo Xian pounced and fell into Luoshui, and on the water surface, a trace of blood slowly spread.

On the bridge deck, the fire dragon pony had a weak leg, and fell to the ground with a thud, the broken carriage rushed forward, the bridge shook violently, and the two maids lay on the carriage, and at this time they also flew up, making a terrible scream, Bai Liming also stood unsteadily, a stumble, and his body couldn't help but rush out of the bridge and fall into the water.

Zhong Yong, who was struggling to kill on the shore, saw it, his eyes cracked, and he screamed sadly: "Shizi..."

At this moment, the Zen staff that leaned on the sky suddenly shone brightly, and at this moment, everywhere the golden light went, everything was still.

"Nan no Shakyamuni Buddha!" An old monk somehow appeared, like he should be here, appeared in the golden light, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the Zen staff.

His face moved slightly, making people feel a kind of charm, in the killing machine, so that people suddenly like a spring breeze, the Zen staff in his hand, the two maids and Bai Li Ming swished, and returned to the carriage.

The old monk looked at Bai Liming kindly: "Idiot, don't wake up yet!"

Bai Liming was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and knelt down suddenly: "Apprentice Huiming to meet the master!"

The old monk laughed: "You remember, okay! Okay! Return from the tribulation! Let's go!"

Bai Liming, that is, Hui Ming, looked around, his face struggled, and he walked to Duanmu Liang's corpse and kowtowed: "General, I will definitely avenge your revenge, you can go with peace of mind!"

The old monk frowned and sighed: "When is the time for retribution, I will save you out of the red dust in this life, but you have provoked the cause and effect of the red dust, wronged!"

Hui Ming hesitated for a moment: "I awakened the front edge today, but the cause and effect in this life still have to be returned!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhong Yong, at this time the man in black had quietly retreated, when Mo Xian fell into the water, they dispersed in a hurry, Zhong Yong was rushing to the bridge, hearing this, he couldn't help but be anxious: "Shizi, why did you become a monk, your father is waiting for you to go back!"

"The gathering and dispersion of human affection is just the gathering and dispersion of karma!" said the old monk, and walked away, Hui Ming followed closely beside him, seemingly slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared at the other end of the bridge.