What a fast sword!

The two innate martial artists were shocked, and Zhuge was also surprised, and he really couldn't understand how a Taoist with no true qi could have such a fast sword move.

"The world's martial arts are unbreakable! What Master Gu Long said is indeed reasonable. Zhuge praised.

The pain of the martial artist with the broken arm was unbearable, but he did not dare to move at all, and his head was sweating profusely, only hoping that his colleagues could save him.

Smack!

A beautiful young man in white came with a folding fan in his hand and applauded: "Good swordsmanship!"

Seeing the white-clothed boy coming, the other two innate martial artists hurriedly got out of the way, bowed and saluted, and called the young master.

The origin is not small, Song Si sneered in his heart, and retracted his sword and kicked the broken arm martial artist over.

"You!" The man in white pointed at Song Si with a fan, his face was hideous, and he became extremely gentle in a blink of an eye, and bent down to apologize: "This Dao Master, my slave has disturbed you, Shangguan Xuanlie apologizes here first!"

Song Si smiled indifferently and watched Shangguan Xuanlie continue to perform.

"The performance that doesn't even know how to restrain the murderous spirit is too shoddy and rough, and you don't deserve to lift shoes for ordinary actors. Zhuge said with a smile.

Ignoring Zhuge Yan, Shangguan Xuanlie pointed at the martial artist with the broken arm and continued: "However, Dao Master, you broke one of my slave's arms, should you compensate for it." Today, my son is Gao Yi, and I don't embarrass you, an old man who has no real anger, how about giving me the horse next to you?"

"Oh, it turns out that I have a crush on the poor horse, but I can't be the master, you have to ask it. Song Si patted the fool and said with a smile.

Shangguan Xuanlie smiled: "But the centaur can't understand the language, how can I know if it is willing or not?"

"It's simple, and when you ask it if it's willing to go with you, if it nods three times, it means it's willing to go with you, and if it turns around and says it doesn't want to go with you. What do you think?" Song Si patted the fool: "Fool, you have no opinion!"

"Yu Yu Yu!" the fool screamed a few times in agreement.

"This horse is very spiritual, and this son likes it. Okay, okay! This son agreed!" Shangguan Xuanlie took out a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from the storage bag and lured Han Gou: "Come, come and follow this son, these spiritual herbs and elixirs are as you like!"

Han looked at the thousand-year-old Lingzhi for a long time, as if he was about to nod, which made Shangguan Xuanlie ecstatic, and it seemed that the next moment this divine horse was going to nod to him and become his mount!

It's a pity that there was a disdainful look in the eyes of the fool, he sneezed disdainfully, turned around, and only used the horse's butt to face Shangguan Xuanlie, and what is even more hateful is that this fool dared to "cry ghosts and gods" and let out a loud fart!

Its owner even gave it two purple and red vermilion fruits that bloomed and fruited once a thousand years, so that the low-end Ganoderma lucidum was not taken seriously.

"Fool, who made you fart!" Song Si covered his nose and pushed the fool away, he really wanted to kick it at this moment.

Facing the white-clothed son Shangguan Xuanlie's expression at this moment, it can be imagined that it was gloomy and terrifying, and it was so hideous that it was deformed.

"My son wants you all to die!" Shangguan Xuanlie roared angrily, his powerful momentum was released, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed in shock.

Song Si flicked his sleeves and looked at Shangguan Xuanlie with a smile. If it was still in the Ming Dynasty, it would be easy to understand when he met such a gentleman, but in this martial city, where the innate grandmasters walked everywhere, it was really interesting to dare to run rampant like this.

"Hmph, it's your honor to take a fancy to your horse! This son is going to ride this divine horse to kill the Canglan Holy Sect, you even openly disobey this son, and even refuse to fight against the Canglan Holy Sect for our warriors, I think you are a spy with those cultivators!"

This smear tactic has a sense of déjà vu. Song Si looked indifferent, glanced at the onlookers of the martial arts, no one stood up to say a word, and seemed to be ready to wait to see a good show.

Ha, this Jianghu really has to rely on strength.

Zhuge took a step forward at this time, and Song Si smiled faintly, signaling that this friend didn't need to make a move. Zhuge was also curious about what kind of martial arts Song Si had, so he retreated to the spot and watched, if Song Si was defeated, he would strike as soon as possible.

"Up, take down this spy for me!" Shangguan Xuanlie waved his hand and asked the two innate martial artists to come forward and arrest Song Si.

Ha!

Song Si sneered, moved his footwork, waved his sword to draw a circle, Tai Chi divided into two instruments, and the two congenital staggered by, and then calmly returned to the same place from the middle of the two.

A breeze blew, and the two innate martial artists fell silently.

"You dare to kill my son's slave?!" Shangguan Xuanlie was very angry, "This son wants to see how capable you are?"

The thunder was loud and the rain was small, Song Si thought that this brain-dead boy was going to clean him up in person, but as a result, he only heard Shangguan Xuanlie shouting loudly: "Third uncle! My nephew is bullied like this, don't you take action?"

Everyone was stunned, and Song Si was even more dumbfounded, this product turned out to be a coward!

However, his powerful aura just now was amazing. Therefore, Song Si did not despise Shangguan Xuanlie in the slightest, who knows what kind of tricks this kind of person will make.

A middle-aged man in a brown brocade robe jumped from the second floor of an inn, came to Shangguan Xuanlie's side, and saluted Song Si with a fist: "The little nephew is rude, Ling Feng apologized for the Taoist on behalf of the little nephew." ”

Song Si looked at Ling Feng coldly, seeing what he would say next.

It seemed that seeing that Song Si did not let go of the slightest hostility, Ling Feng continued: "But the Taoist Master just taught the little nephew a lesson, but he killed two subordinates and cut off one of his arms, I'm afraid that we won't be able to explain it when we go back." ”

Song Si smiled, he had also seen the wolf bèi as a traitor, but it was strange that a person in the realm of the great grandmaster could do this.

"Ha, then what do you have to build yì?" Song Si lowered the sword in his hand, ready to listen to his "good build yì".

"Nephew, what do you have to say?" Ling Feng shouted at Shangguan Xuanlie.

Shangguan Xuanlie said aggrievedly: "Bring that horse here, let this old way go, and let him make a contribution to assisting the martial arts of the Demon Domain." ”

"The little nephew is really a kind person!" Ling Feng praised, turned around, and persuaded Song Si: "This Dao Chief, my little nephew is willing to ignore the past suspicions, as long as you leave this horse behind." ”

Ling Feng put his hands behind his back, waiting for Song Si to obediently hand over the goods, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement, and his head was lowered slightly, seeing that Song Si still had an indifferent smile on his face, he couldn't help but be furious: "You miscellaneous hair, you are so boring, you can still leave your life if you leave the horse, why bother not to understand?"

"Hahaha! I've seen hypocrisy, I've never seen such hypocrisy! I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless! I've directed and acted so fascinated! Your shameless realm is quite unusual!" Song Si flicked the flying sword in his hand and said with a smile.

"Old Zamao, I don't know if you live or die!?" Ling Feng couldn't care about the hypocritical mask anymore, and directly attacked to kill Song Si in an instant.

Song Si shook his head, waved the flying sword in his hand, and easily took Ling Feng's ruthless killing move, no matter how much strength he added, he could transfer and defuse it.

One move at a time, the more Ling Feng fought, the more frightened he became, he could feel that Song Si did not have the slightest true qi in his body, but Song Si's fierce sword momentum made him miserable, every time he made a move, he would be subject to various restrictions, and in the end, the sharp internal energy in each move would be inadvertently unloaded, which made him more and more depressed the more he fought.

"This person is so powerful, without a little true qi, he can slip away from this Lingfeng wolf. ”

"Such a powerful sword momentum, this person must have been a supreme master before, but for some reason he lost his true qi, it's a pity!"

"Yes, if this person has true qi, it is estimated that Ling Feng can be killed in just a few moves. ”

"Hmph, such bullies, it's better to die early!

"Shhhh......h

Song Si didn't hear what was behind, but he had already figured out the depth of Ling Feng in the trick just now, his eyes were condensed, and a sword turned into nothingness!

The sword light on the flying sword was brilliant, and it swept diagonally through Ling Feng's throat like a phantom.

Ignoring Ling Feng, who was standing still behind him, Song Siti walked towards Shangguan Xuanlie.

Looking at Song Si with a light breeze on his face, Shangguan Xuanlie felt a panic in his heart, he didn't understand why Ling Feng didn't stand still at this time, but something must have gone wrong.

"You, what did you do to my third uncle?" Shangguan Xuanlie asked angrily as he stepped back.

With an indifferent smile, Song Si flicked the blood-soaked flying sword: "It's better to care about yourself now, or you can continue to call people." ”

"Don't move! Don't move!" Shangguan Xuanlie leaned back, pointed at Song Si with a paper fan and shouted: "I call people, I can really call people!"

There used to be a joke called that it was useless to cut the throat, I don't know if the poor road can meet the rumored throat breaking throat today!"

"You old bastard! I don't know what to do, retreat now, this son doesn't care about you!" Shangguan Xuanlie threatened while retreating, but in his frightened eyes, it was clear that tears were about to fall.

"Give you one last chance, call someone, if you can't shout, you can see your third uncle!" Song Si's long sword was raised, and he would fall towards Shangguan Xuanlie at any time.

"Someone, help!" Shangguan Xuanlie's male duck cried out in a heart-rending voice, expecting someone to come to his rescue. The onlookers also watched left and right to see if anyone would appear.

Unfortunately, it seemed destined to be disappointing, with boos and no one showing up.

"Daddy, help!"

Song Si no longer waited, a sword fell, and was about to cut off Shangguan Xuanlie's life, in order to prevent accidents, Song Si's move was to "turn a sword into nothing".

"Ding!" A long sword stopped Song Si, and the person who came was actually the thief god Yun who woke up from a dream. Yun Mengxing smiled at Song Si evilly, grabbed Shangguan Xuanlie and flew back quickly, disappearing into the crowd in an instant.

"Who is this person?" Zhuge asked with a frown as he looked in the direction where Yun Mengxing had left.

"I don't know. Song Si put away the sword, returned to the hand, and smoothed its mane.

The fool snorted a few times with great enjoyment, stepped on the ground, the faint sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Ling Feng, who was standing, was shaken and fell to the ground without a sound.

The onlookers gasped, it turned out that Ling Feng had already died.