Chapter 59 - [Sword Master's Battle Book]

(Thank you for the rewards of "Ming Hesse" and "Invite the Moon and a Knife", as well as your great support, there will be you in the world, why worry about the rivers and lakes are not unified, why worry about the world not returning to the heart.) ）

Wen Chougou glanced at it, and immediately realized that something was wrong, Yun Chengfeng's vicious eyes swept towards his eyes, making his heart tremble.

"Mr. Wen, is this head the one who killed the master......

Wen Chougou has been by Xiongba's side for many years, and he is good at observing his face, and he can't understand the reason why Yun Chengfeng is so cold and pressing.

"Yes, yes, the martial arts of the master of Chengfeng Hall are world-renowned, and he can wash hatred for the helper's blood, and the sky really has eyes...... but who can understand the sadness in his words.

Youruo swooped down and kicked out, and the head flew up and exploded in midair.

He suddenly went limp, and the whole person fell to the ground.

She also wanted to avenge her father, but when she saw the head of the enemy at this time, she couldn't support it for a while, and her long-grieving heart was extremely fragile. It was also her who kept the spirit for many days, and she was too tired, so she fainted.

I once heard Duan Lang say that Yun Chengfeng naturally knew about the bloody case of Liancheng, and this Youruo also had a share.

More than 1,000 gangs, all of whom he had brought with him for several years, were all dead.

For Xiongba's daughter, he also has a ruthless heart for Youruo.

"Mr. Wen, don't help the eldest lady to rest......"

Wen Chouchou stepped forward in response, and quickly helped Youruo to walk away.

Yun Chengfeng glanced at the gang members who were surrounding the first floor, and smiled with relief, no matter what the reason. The people who can still guard the first floor at this time are all people who are worth a lot of use.

He raised his eyes like this, and found several people with extraordinary strength, and made a note in his heart that in the future, these people must also be among the ranks of those who have been promoted.

With a slight wave here, Ling Nan stepped forward, and Yun Chengfeng said softly: "Take a team of people to go, see... Protect the ...... of Mr. Wen and the eldest lady"

When he said the word "look", he deliberately paused for a while before continuing with the word "protection". Ling Nan is such a smart person, he can behead and lead Tou Cheng at a critical moment, and he naturally understands the meaning of this.

I started and entered, and finally stepped into the first floor.

"Come on, spread the incense!"

Someone handed three incense sticks to Yun Chengfeng, and he bowed to Xiongba's coffin.

This worship is for the grace of the hero, and it is also for Yun Chengfeng to feel the magnificent and unparalleled momentum of this overlord in the stormy world.

Originally, to worship the dead, at least three bows, but Yun Chengfeng only bowed, then got up, waved his sleeves outward, and preached: "The male gang leader is dead, you can't put the coffin for a long time, and tomorrow when you choose an auspicious time, you will be buried ...... thick and big."

"Three days later, I will tell the rivers and lakes that I will take over the inheritance in the name of the big disciple and help the leader of the world......"

Wushuang City, Dugu Mansion, above the main hall, the curtain is windless and automatic, and the hunting is loud.

The Peerless Yang Sword hung in the air, stirred by the sword intent, hanging but not falling, and making a buzzing sound.

The Sword Saint sat on the floor, his gray robe rising and falling as he breathed. His eyelids closed slightly, but he just controlled his sword intent, and the vertical and horizontal sword intent filled the entire hall.

The sword master is in his consciousness, the sword is flying, he is practicing, and he is feeling the swordsmanship.

"After Sword Twenty-Three, Sword Twenty-Three, Sword Twenty-Two, Is there really Sword Twenty-Three?......

One rushed and knelt outside the hall, not daring to go in, but he could not fail to report the situation.

He gritted his teeth slightly, and reported aloud: "Qiqi City Lord, something big has happened in the rivers and lakes......

The Sword Master did not move at all, his whole person was immersed in his own consciousness, immersed in the deduction of Sword Twenty-three.

"Qiyu City Lord, the leader of the World Association is dead, and the eldest disciple Yun Chengfeng slashes the enemy, takes over the inheritance, and is the leader ......of the World Association."

The Wushuang Yang Sword hanging in mid-air fell with a choking and plunged two inches into the floor.

The Sword Master opened his eyes, "What? Xiongba is dead, who killed him?"

"It is said that he was killed by the Thunder Knife King, and then Yun Chengfeng killed the Thunder Knife King and took the position of the gang leader............ the messenger paused, and then added: "City Lord, the unparalleled city was broken in the past, and it was Yun Chengfeng who single-handedly promoted it."

"Could it be that this person's martial arts are far higher than Xiongba?" The Sword Saint's heart moved, and he nodded slightly, "Xiongba is dead, the battle with him is canceled, and another battle book will be sent, and the battle clouds will ride the ......wind."

The messenger is overjoyed, in this way, the revenge of the broken city of Wushuang can be avenged. The reason why he has always been by the side of the Sword Saint is that he wants to rely on the Sword Saint to avenge him, because in the Battle of Wushuang City, his two sons were killed in battle.

The people who came retreated and went to transmit the war book.

The Sword Master stood up, feeling that the breath of life in his body was a little less than yesterday.

In order to comprehend the sword twenty-three, he was obsessed with practicing the sword in his consciousness day and night, and his body was aging at a rapid rate.

Where he was sitting cross-legged, his silver-white hair fell to the ground.

The streets were extremely noisy, and the sound of fists and drinks in the restaurants resounded. No matter how big things happen in the rivers and lakes, you can enjoy peace in this restaurant, and no one or any force dares to get into this restaurant.

The name of the restaurant is called China Pavilion, these three gilded characters, the pen is sharp, it seems to contain the supreme sword intent, it is the nameless handwriting of the owner of the China Pavilion.

Xiongba died, Yun Chengfeng ascended to the top, and the news naturally reached the ears of Nameless.

On the second floor, Nameless pushed open the window and stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the crowd on the street flatly, his brows slightly locked. He wears a blue shirt, and the pulp is a little white, but as long as you look into his eyes, you will realize that he is not an ordinary person.

Nameless, from the beginning of birth, is destined to be extraordinary.

Nameless, the most ordinary name, but the most extraordinary person.

Xiangshipi Nameless is the fate of Lone Star, and he will kill the people around him, and when he was fifteen years old, he had already killed eight masters. But he became famous at the age of nineteen and won the heroic sword, and the latter defeated the ten major sects, causing the martial arts to be depressed for a while.

After that, his wife was killed, and he faked his name and retired without a name, but in his heart, he still couldn't let go of the rivers and lakes.

"Although the male tyrant is vicious, the world will rise for more than ten years, and there will be few major turmoil in the rivers and lakes. Now that the tyrant is dead, will the rivers and lakes fall into turmoil again......"

Nameless muttered to himself, suddenly, the sound of the stairs, and a servant rushed up, "Master, I heard that the Sword Saint has sent another war book, and the new gang leader of the World will be Yun Chengfeng, and the decisive battle will be in half a month......

Nameless has also heard of this son, he is only twenty-three years old, and his martial arts are not much weaker than when he was young.

"The catastrophe of the Sword Saint is really inescapable......"

"Go and pass the sword to see me in the morning......"

In the backyard of the house, a canopy of banana trees, green new leaves rattling in the wind, a few birds, parked on the stone table next to the tree, chirping.

The dragon sleeve phoenix dance was also in the courtyard, and he was chatting with a stunning young woman at this time.

Half a month ago, the two rescued a pregnant woman on the road, and they wanted to take her to their own home to recuperate, but later passed by the grave of the main mother. Feng Wu wanted to worship, but happened to meet the master in front of the tomb to hang, so suddenly met the master who thought he was dead, Feng Wu naturally broke off the meaning of returning home.

With the pregnant woman and her husband Long Sleeve, they followed to the China Pavilion. The nameless three servants, the Dragon King, the Ghost Tiger, and the Phoenix Dance, are all extremely loyal people, so once the Phoenix Dance meets the master, he will come and defect.

At this time, a person rushed out of the courtyard, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a dignified appearance, it was Jian Chen.

Jian Chen was originally a handsome son, with his life experience, martial arts, character, and talent, all of which were the best choice in this river and lake. Such an elegant and talented man came in with a set of children's clothes in his hand.

Jian Chen ran over, and walked towards the little woman who was chatting with Feng Wu, and chuckled slightly: "Chu Chu, look at this set of clothes, I just bought it, do you like it, and it must be extremely beautiful to wear it for the child in the future." ”

Feng Wu changed color slightly, and couldn't figure out why this disciple of the master was so close to Chu Chu, could it be that he wanted to have a relationship with the biological mother of his righteous son?