Somewhere in Liujing, someone seemed to have finally sensed the woman's sky-high sword qi, and an old voice full of anxiety sounded in the distance, like a spring thunder, "Don't!"

In an instant, up and down the Gan terrace, whether it was a powerful son, a martial arts master, or a worship monk, they were all scared into a cold sweat.

There was a sword roar in the box.

The green snake in the sleeve is bold.

Huang Donglai stared at Yang Shunshui, whose face was uncertain, and said expressionlessly: "That Fu Yang, I heard about the conflict between you and him before I entered the city, I think he is an outsider surnamed Fu, you Yang Shunshui is no longer a thing, and he is not qualified to teach you a lesson, not to mention that he dares to openly question the Yang family's improper family style, so I went to the southern border seven thousand miles away, in front of his father, with my reasoning, which is also your favorite way, let him bow his head and admit his mistake......"

Huang Donglai stretched out his hand and pointed to his feet, "At that time, he was lying on the ground, and in the end, he asked me to help and give you a message to Yang Shunshui, saying that he Fu Yang was wrong." ”

Many people subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Some people also think that this girl is crazy.

Yang Shunshui is worthy of being a child of the Yang family, and he is still calm at this time, but he doesn't know when he has been sitting upright, staring at the woman's indifferent face, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you sacred?!"

Huang Donglai raised his hand, didn't turn his head, just pointed in a direction, and said to himself: "After entering the city, I heard that Qi Changchun of the 'capital and timely rain' once said in private, 'The Yang of the Yang family is the Yang of the water-based Yanghua', so I went to visit, but he refused to admit it, no way, I had to break his mouth full of teeth, damage his cultivation foundation, and break his knees." ”

Then she pointed in another direction, "Impeachment of the Yang family's most fierce imperial history Zhen Jia, they all say that he is 'Qingbai Imperial History', I can't control this, I heard that his family has an ancestral library, I went to take a look, it's really true, and there are indeed two imperial plaques written by the emperor himself." ”

With a calm face, she wrote lightly: "So I burned it all." ”

The woman's shocking words, if you pay a little attention, you will find that they are actually inseparable from a Yang character.

Huang Donglai pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at Yang Shunshui who was oozing sweat from his forehead, "So, the favor of the Yang family, I have already paid it back." Next, it's time to settle accounts between you and me. ”

A family member in charge of sitting in the Yang family's courtyard in Xiangyang Mountain, the imperial sword hovered outside the Gan terrace, seven or eight feet above the ground, overlooking the young woman with high sword intent, and said: "This girl, no matter who you are, you must not act recklessly here! This is the Yang family!"

She glanced at the high kendo master and sneered, "Standing so high, aren't you afraid of falling to your death?" I'll count three times, and if you dare to stay above my head, you'll die." ”

"One. ”

She had just finished speaking.

A bright rainbow light pierced the night sky, and almost everyone was so stinged that they closed their eyes, and many people burst into tears on the spot.

Plop, sonor.

They are the sound of the body falling to the ground and the sword falling to the ground.

The sword of death falls.

The Yang family, whose chest was pierced by a big hole, lay straight in a pool of blood, staring wide-eyed, dead and dead.

Didn't you say three times?

Everyone's minds went blank.

Those other families who were originally ready to make a move and the masters obeyed them, and they didn't move at all in an instant, like wooden people.

Huang Donglai smiled and said: "This is the consistent truth of this seat! Whoever is not convinced, say it, we will say it." ”

No one answered.

Huang Donglai stretched out his finger and pointed to the place where the girl who played the kite fell at the beginning, and asked Yang Shunshui: "Xiao Qian ended up falling there, right?"

Yang Shunshui slammed his fist on the case of Nan Tang in front of him, and roared: "A poor woman like mud, you compare her with me?!"

Huang Donglai smiled, "You think that the little shallow and poor are like mud, this is your idea, I won't stop you." ”

Huang Donglai stretched out his thumb and pointed to himself, "But this seat thinks you are not as good as mud, do you have the ability to stop me? If you don't agree, try it? I'll count three times." ”

Behind her, an extremely long and extremely large ancient sword was suspended "horizontally".

It seemed to sense the killing intent of its master, and under the premise of no qi machine traction, it actually began to swim slowly on its own, like a dragon dragging in the sea of clouds, it trembled and pierced the eardrums.

When the words "I count three times" came out of her mouth again, everyone on the Gan terrace was colorless, and they were all so frightened that they retreated, Yang Shunshui was especially frightened, but he still tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, this man who had been in Liujing for 20 years, gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, he was panting like a cow, and he was sweating.

Under the Gan Terrace, those characters who were loyal to various families finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they no longer dared to hide their secrets, and they all quickly climbed their momentum to the peak of cultivation, and they would kill Xiang Gan Terrace at any time.

"One. ”

This word was said lightly by the woman.

Yang Shunshui closed his eyes almost instinctively, and his dejected posture was tantamount to killing his neck.

The figures in the audience rose up almost at the same time, sweeping towards the Gan terrace. There are before and after, whether it is the strength of martial arts or the cultivation of qi, or maybe someone is really afraid of the young woman's swordsmanship, and slows down the speed with sinister intentions.

In the final analysis, the person the woman is killing at the moment is a member of the Yang family, at least for the time being, and it is not the one that each of them must protect to the death.

It's just that after the word "one" like a life talisman, the woman and the long sword, neither of them seem to have the slightest movement.

This made those master servants who had already rushed to the Gan Terrace so frightened that they quickly stopped their bodies, and their feet were firmly nailed to the edge of the Gan Terrace, and they did not dare to cross the Lei Chi for a single step.

Yang Shunshui didn't know why, burst out with a sense of courage, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, his face was hideously twisted, and he laughed rampantly: "Little girl, if you have the ability, come and kill me! Lao Tzu really doesn't believe in this evil! Someone dares to kill me Yang Shunshui in Liujing!"

Huang Donglai sighed.

Then she looked up slightly.

A burly figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a bang, just blocking between her and Yang Shunshui.

Dressed in extremely simple coarse cloth clothes, he was born with a bitter face.

But no one can underestimate this person, because he is Cheng Qiong, the great martial arts master known as "One Punch Town Liujing"!

This old man, who seems to be a poor farmer, is one of the few heroes in the entire Southern Tang Dynasty who is expected to be among the "ends" in the future.

In addition, there were two more people who fell on the Gan terrace, one was a middle-aged fat man who came to the sword, with a bloated figure and a red face, if it wasn't for seeing the sword just collected and sheathed, no one would have believed that such a fat man in rich clothes would be a sword immortal with a rainbow.

After the fat man quietly retracted the hand that supported the man in green shirt next to him, he was full of smiles and grins, with an expression of underwhelming that was not too big to see the excitement.

The middle-aged Confucian who was "dragged" here, with white temples and a tired face, was not only a last resort to try the Edgeworth flight, but also a strong sense of discomfort, but also a haggard mental energy caused by excessive exhaustion.

He looked at the young woman with complicated eyes, and his lips twitched slightly.

When the man in green shirt appeared, almost everyone on the Gan terrace, even the sons and buddies who were scared by Huang Donglai, immediately stood up and said respectfully: "I've seen Mr. Yingshan." ”

The man who was respectfully called Mr. Yingshan smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand and gently pressed down twice, signaling that the juniors present did not need to be polite, and sat down with confidence.

The Yang family can have today's status, of course, the biggest contributor is the "humble and courteous" Empress Yang who is destined to go down in history, but this is inside.

Outside, it is the man who knows the destiny of heaven in front of everyone.

Uncle Yang Qingmao.

Although the nominal head of the Yang family is his father who holds the title of national zhang, in fact, everyone understands that the person who really carries the Yang family's beam will only be the man in front of him who seems to live in a simple place all the year round and has no official position, and he is not even the same generation of brothers who have no low official positions.

Yang Maoqing is a very strange character, who is famous in the imperial examination, but he is only from the same Jinshi. He was an official, but he was not big, and he only became a member of the Ministry of Rites, so he resigned due to illness. There is literary talent, but there is no poetry and song to circulate outside the library, a lifetime only focus on one thing, collect and criticize rare books, with the most stupid and laborious "dead survey" method, baht must be compared, not allowed to have the slightest omission and negligence, otherwise it is like a shame to their ancestors.

But it is such a dull and boring character, three times when the family was at an inflection point, he turned the tide, almost with an almost brutal and unreasonable attitude, and did not hesitate to splash and roll, he helped the family with his own strength, and made the three decisions that proved to be the most wise later.

One is that in the early years, he refused a baby kiss for his sister, which humiliated the family at that time and became a joke in the capital, and within three years, the Yang family was the original in-law who had a bad relationship, and he couldn't hold his head up with hatred, and even he had to quit the officialdom through illness.

The second is that he tried his best to make friends with the least favored prince at that time, which prompted his sister to marry him, and later this unknown prince became the ninety-five honor of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The third is the moment when the Yang family can tilt the power of the government and the opposition, he killed his relatives in righteousness, and on the charge of privately occupying the royal land in southern Gyeonggi, he exposed the uncle of the official department and the secretary of the ministry, and his uncle's lineage was all raided and exiled, and the government and the opposition were in an uproar. A year and a half later, the vassal king Huangyanghe failed to rebel, and it was the only time that the son of today cleaned up the portal with bloody tricks, among which he found that Uncle Yang Maoqing's chief staff was actually the confidant of the rebellious vassal king. Because the eldest uncle and his brother had been exiled thousands of miles away before, and then kept to themselves, His Majesty the Emperor did not pursue the matter.

Therefore, this thin man named Yang Maoqing, inside and outside the capital city, even if he is a political enemy of the Yang family, he has more or less sincere admiration, and most of them have some fear that he does not want to admit.

Yang Shunshui had already gotten up and stood honestly behind his father, standing side by side with the fat man, and he also wondered what kind of friendship this mysterious guy he had never seen before would have with his father.

Anyway, Yang Shunshui finally unloaded the boulder in his heart at this time, and the whole person was rejuvenated, his eyes were shining, and he looked at the ruthless stinky girl with a strong provocation.

After Huang Donglai saw Yang Maoqing, he didn't have the slightest mood swing, and said in a stiff tone: "I have already made it clear in the letter. ”

Yang Maoqing smiled bitterly: "How can there be such a childish family letter, you wrote it, but I don't recognize it." ”

Huang Donglai frowned and said, "Don't come to this set, it's useless to me." ”

Yang Maoqing hesitated for a moment and said, "Not long after you arrived in Liujing, your friend was just here in the Yang family's courtyard, and finally ...... Die here, don't you think there's a mystery here?"

Yang Shunshui, who was still proud before, shook his heart violently, like being struck by lightning.

The fat man beside him with all the bells and whistles rolled his eyes fiercely.

Yang Maoqing's son is really legendary and famous, it is better to meet, there is no stupidest, only more stupid.

He was surprised, how did he teach such a little bastard with the belly knowledge of the "Yang family's sauerkraut jar", which can be called a pedantic genius, bastard is not afraid, the key is stupid! This is completely terminally ill, and there is no cure at all.

The fat man sighed, and the good mood of watching Yang Maoqing's jokes disappeared all at once.

Yang Maoqing stared at this young woman, who could be described as his own junior sister-in-law.

Others may not even be able to see how similar she is to that person.

The appearance is only three or four points alike, but the unique style flowing between their eyebrows and eyes is simply carved out of a mold!

But her next answer suddenly made Yang Maoqing, who was secretly sad, stunned.

"On the way here, I already figured out that there is no such coincidence in the world. But does it matter? My friend died, and half of the blame lies with me, but I can't kill myself, right? And the other half of the blame, I have to figure out first. Half of the remaining half, he Yang Shunshui can't run away, as for the person hiding behind the scenes, sooner or later I will find him out and kill him. Carrying his head, he was sent to Xiaoqian's grave. After that, if I can get over the hurdles in my heart, I will live, and if I can't get by, I will die, and I will go to accompany Xiaoqian. ”

Yang Maoqing said in a firm tone: "That person, I'll help you find it." Give me half a year, okay?"

Huang Donglai shook his head, "No." Today's grievances are over today! This seat has never had an overnight grudge with anyone......"

When she said this, she rarely had a moment of trance.

There was once a sycophancy who said to himself: Uncle Huang is already very, extremely, very reasonable, if someone still doesn't reason with you, then what can I do?

Visionary!

In this short moment, the voice of the Great Sage drew a firefly-like brilliance, protecting it in front of his master, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the great martial arts master Cheng Qiong!

Cheng Qiong's face changed slightly, and the surging qi in his body calmed down a little.

Just now, he didn't really want to kill Huang Donglai, but more out of the terrifying instinct of the peak grandmaster, and he was keenly aware of the opportunity to kill with one blow.

Cheng Qiong's most famous fight was when he was asleep, relying entirely on his body's instinct, and killed the grandmaster-level assassin who had lurked in front of the bed with one punch.

This is a wonderful legend spread all over the Southern Tang River, "Cheng Qiong can kill people in his dreams"!

The fat man was like a flower thief who met a great beauty, salivating, sighed and sighed, and muttered in a low voice: "Awesome! It is really the voice of the great sage who is among the top ten swords in the world! This is a beauty that is more stunning than a beauty! If you can let me touch it, I can blow the cowhide with people for at least ten years!"

Huang Donglai straightened his face, "Yang Shunshui must die, and whoever stops him will die." ”

Yang Maoqing looked more and more haggard, and said softly and bitterly: "Donglai, he is your cousin." ”

Huang Donglai raised his eyebrows and sneered: "This kind of garbage is also worthy of being a relative of this seat?!"

Some sons and buddies just put down their hearts, and suddenly brought it up again, this girl is really arrogant and lawless, directly in front of Mr. Yingshan, slapping and slapping?

Truly thoughtful and intelligent people, such as Ji Jiankang, and the son of the county guard who held a bamboo fan, or fellow practitioners walking on the path of cultivation, such as some worshippers and grandmasters who were qualified to have access to the secrets of the top level of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

These characters are beginning to turn their hearts upside down.

It's called "Coming from the East".

is still a relative of the Yang family.

The whole Nantang, one and only!

It can only be the natural sword embryo that is said to be practicing in the Guanyin Throne, the female sword fairy who is sure of it! It is also the pearl in the palm that His Majesty the Emperor has been thinking about, Her Royal Highness the Princess Huang Donglai!

Yang Maoqing's face was sad, just talking to people, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said slowly: "Dog Yang Shunshui, he is indeed a big mistake." But sin doesn't lead to death, does it?"

This man who is very important to Nantang, in the end, is almost praying.

Huang Donglai shook his head without hesitation and said, "That's not right!"

Yang Maoqing said in a trembling voice: "Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Huang Donglai was expressionless, turning a blind eye to the bitter pleading of this family elder.

Cheng Qiong was majestic and vigorous, and said angrily: "The old man doesn't know what the princess of the Southern Tang Dynasty is today, he only knows that there is a kendo monk in front of him! You dare to kill someone in Liujing City, and I, Cheng Qiong, dare to kill you!"

Huang Donglai's heart is like stopping water.

In an instant, the original sharp voice of the Great Sage was silent, and this kind of mysterious stillness almost reached the transcendent realm where there was no such sword in the world.

The heart of the sword is thorough, bright and clear, and as clear as glass.

The fat man, who was already the peak master of the sword, was the most intuitive, and there was no more relaxation on his face.

Flying swords take people's heads thousands of miles away.

This is not a fool's dream, this is the power of the Sword Immortal.

But on top of this, there is a kind of realm in the legend, as long as someone moves here, thousands of miles away, a sword can appear out of thin air, it is really killing people like probing the bag, and it is really impossible to prevent it.

This has nothing to do with whether a swordsman cultivates to reach a land sword immortal, or whether he has enough qi to support the flying sword to travel far away, it can be said that it has nothing to do with it.

Her Royal Highness Huang Donglai, the little princess, although she has not really entered this realm, can be said to have seen the prototype of the avenue, according to the ancestors of the soldiers, that is, some swordsmen, belong to "walked through the moat, and touched the threshold".

At this moment, two voices were arguing in the fat man's head.

Hurry up and take the opportunity to kill her tonight, then in the future, there will be one less person at the top of the world's sword path who stands side by side with him!

You have to protect her in life and death, Nantang needs such an amazing and brilliant "person who has attained the Tao", and she needs her to fight against those old monsters who have lived for thousands of years in Nanzhan Buzhou with one person and one sword in the future!

So the fat man walked to Yang Maoqing's side, stood side by side, his face was extremely solemn, and secretly said: "Old Yang, listen to me." Tonight, we must not make any more muddy, either we will completely tear our faces, and we will not care about any relatives or princesses! or we will be straightforward and admit it! You will be ...... I have never given birth to a son like Yang Shunshui!"

Yang Maoqing turned his head stiffly, his eyes were full of pain, his voice was hoarse, and he said with a wry smile: "This is not a matter of me Yang Maoqing, or even the entire Yang family, Yang Shunshui is my son, every year Qingming, how do you want me to explain to his mother who died early?"

Yang Maoqing turned his head, his eyes were red, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Shunshui behind him, "He, your cousin Yang Shunshui, has liked to declare to the outside world since he was a child that he has the most amazing sister in the world, so he Yang Shunshui is a puddle of mud, and he can straighten his waist and be a man in this life." Since he was twelve years old, for so many years, he will personally bury a jar of daughter red for you every year, saying that one day when his sister comes home and gets married, he will take out a jar and make your dowry.

Come to the east, even if your uncle begs you, your uncle has hardly begged anyone in his life......"

Huang Donglai interrupted his earnest words and said: "When I reason with you, you either pretend to be deaf or answer with your fists, oh, now that you can't fight, you start to talk about love again." ”

Then she took a step forward and said angrily, "Are you bothered?!"

Yang Shunshui, who had been hiding behind his father, shook his body, reached out and touched his face, walked forward, and finally stood beside Yang Maoqing with the fat man left and right. Cousin, or Her Royal Highness the Princess, don't embarrass my father, there is only a saying in the world that the father pays off the debt of the son, and our Yang family does not say anything else, at least there is no reason for the son to repay the debt of the father, and it has not been mixed up so badly, today, it is your matter with me, and my father will not interfere in the future, Donglai, don't hate our Yang family, blood is thicker than water, don't let my mouse spoil a pot of porridge. ”

The tearful young man turned his head to look at his father, pulled a smile, and choked up: "Dad, don't blame Donglai, these are all self-inflicted, for so many years, I have disappointed you, and the whole Liujing City is watching your jokes."

But today, I won't disgrace you. ”

Yang Maoqing seemed to have given up the idea of persuading Huang Donglai, shook his head at this son and said, "Don't be rash, let alone don't use your will." ”

In the night sky, the flying sword is like a rainbow, the sound of breaking the sky, and the clear and more is like a young phoenix.

Seven or eight people of the Imperial Sword, all dressed in white, wearing a scarlet crown, and a green jade pendant hanging from their waists, like immortals and goddesses flying out of the fairyland.

This group of dashing swordsmen landed neatly and landed on the Gan Terrace, and the lines were lined up one after another, occupying one side of the Gan Terrace.

Liujing as the most prosperous capital of Nanzhan Buzhou, three religions and nine streams, mixed fish and dragons, many cultivation weapons, elixirs will be publicly traded here, in addition to the orthodox sects, the masters and disciples who came out of the immortal mansion, naturally there are also indispensable to come here to fish in troubled waters of all kinds of wild cultivation, scattered cultivation, there are always people who do not follow the conventions of the practice rules, like to break those constraints of the rules and regulations, take risks, hoping to make huge profits. The Liujing Criminal Department can't control these transcendent immortal masters flying around, even if it is a forbidden army, it is difficult to really pose a threat to these high-ranking monks, especially some devils who like to go alone, once they succeed, they will run away immediately, coming and going like the wind, if it is only the Criminal Department and the forbidden army to handle the case, it is difficult to not say that it is as high as ascending to the sky, the most important thing is that it is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Liujing's military department, once been ridiculed by the government and the opposition as a cold bench yamen, than the household department is more clear soup and less water, but when today's son in a few years after ascending the throne, he tried his best to override public opinion, giving the military department the huge authority to build a "dragon riding platform", just a Liujing city, there are nearly 100 large and small Southern Tang monks stationed in it, taking on the heavy task of "deterring monks with monks". The dragon riding platform is divided into inside and outside, and the dragon riding monks outside the capital city, in addition to the monks of the major local sects, also absorb many field cultivators, martial arts masters and Jianghu scattered people with a good reputation, and the imperial court will send the corresponding share of cultivation resources according to the different ranks assessed by the Ministry of War. The dragon riding platform in Liujing City is more strictly screened, and there is no sect background, so most of them are monks who have risen rapidly in the past thirty years.

These veritable pride of the heavens, won the full support of the Southern Tang Dynasty Imperial Treasury, coupled with the fierce internal competition in the Dragon Riding Platform, there is an internal martial arts fight every three years, and the Southern Tang Dynasty giants who have obtained the status of "Imperial Merchants" will be eligible to bet, and the most important point is that a small number of businessmen who were selected as "quasi-imperial merchants", if they want to become regular, they must win enough gambling money in the Dragon Riding Platform martial arts, and these huge wealth will be given to those talented young monks in the form of rewards. I don't know how many quasi-imperial merchants on the rich side have scattered their family property for this reason, and I don't know how many quasi-imperial merchants who have won big bets and gambles, monopolized commerce and trade in a certain field, and soared into the sky, just like the monk's preaching soared.

Looking at those white-clothed swordsmen, the martial arts master Cheng Qiong was in a complicated mood, the reason why Mr. Yang came in a hurry with the two of them was to rush to the end of the matter before this group of dragon-riding white-clothed people, since it was a family matter, I hope it can be solved in my own home, so as not to spread the ugliness of the family, and I am more worried that some sneaky people hiding behind the scenes will take the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

After Yang Maoqing saw these troublemakers, he began to look calm.

Inside the Dragon Riding Platform in the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, there were three institutions, "Lei Chi" was responsible for patrolling the Gyeonggi area, "Longmen" was responsible for the monks in the capital to make trouble, and "Killing the Dragon" was specifically responsible for fighting, suppressing, and killing the great magic monks who violated the law.

The eight white-clothed swordsmen in front of him were the most elite dragon slayers in the Southern Tang Dynasty, most of them were between twenty and thirty years old, and there was only one old man with strong spirits, standing in a group of young monks, standing out from the crowd, his eyes were full of essence, as if his eyes contained two wisps of sword energy.

After seeing these people, Yang Shunshui's face turned slightly pale again.

Because he knows that he can be in the circle of the children of the powerful in Liujing, lawless, and the king and hegemon, he is the face of the six servants, and he dares not to sell it.

But in the face of this group of amazing characters who saw the beginning and the end of the dragon, Yang Shunshui had to take a detour as long as he clashed with them.

For more than 30 years, in the capital and in the locality, the big figures of the Southern Tang Dynasty who were secretly beheaded under the sword, there were generals who sat on the border, there were central civil officials who often went in and out of the imperial study, and there were heads of families of the immortal family.

A young swordsman from the Yushu Wind took the lead and said with a smile: "Riding the dragon Taiwei Xiao, I have seen Mr. Yang. ”

There is neither a literati nor a martial artist holding his fists, just like a casual greeting between acquaintances.

But the problem is that this person has nothing to do with Yang Maoqing at all.

According to officialdom, this is tantamount to a provocation.

Yang Maoqing nodded, lukewarm.

Among the eight white-clothed swordsmen, there were two women, the younger ones, wearing two swords at their waists, and their faces were still a little baby fat. The older beautiful woman, in addition to the sword, also carried a short knife, with a bewitching posture and a spring in her eyebrows, she didn't look like a dragon slayer, but like the head of the Qinglou.

Wei Xiao, who is obviously the leader, is about thirty years old, and he is magnificent, both in appearance and bearing, he is undoubtedly a big cut over the gang of gentlemen on Gan Terrace.

He looked at Huang Donglai and said in a deep voice: "In the city of Liujing, monks are not allowed to kill. ”

He smiled suddenly, "Even if those people are innocent." ”

The ancient swordsman sneered, "The Son of Heaven broke the law and was guilty of the same crime as the common people. What's more, it's just a woman who hasn't been recognized by the clan mansion yet?"

Yang Maoqing squinted his eyes and said, "Nie Yu, don't get an inch." ”

Not only was the old man who was called by his name, but all the dragon slayers were slightly terrified.

Although the monks who ride the dragon platform are not isolated from the world, they do have few opportunities, and the young monks who participate in the martial arts are only named the specific nickname of the dragon riding platform, name, life experience, and resume, all of which are stored in the secret file of the heavenly cabinet of the yamen of the military department, and there is only one key, which is in the hands of the military department's book, even the two military department attendants have no right to read it without authorization. Especially this Nie Yu, who was called out of his identity, belonged to the group of people whose identities were more hidden in the already cloudy and foggy dragon riding platform.

So when this uncle who has withdrawn from the court for many years, after breaking the sky with one word, he can't help but make people vigilant.

The fat man smiled and said, "Brother Nie, when did you leave the place where the sword in the world is called' and run to our Liujing to mess around?"

Nie Yu's face was gloomy, "Are you?"

The fat man was deliberately stunned, pretending to be stupid, and said with a sly face: "I, I'm just a small fish and shrimp in the big pond of Liujing, and I'm afraid of dirtying your old man's ears if I say that little fart, so forget it." Go back, let's find a desolate place where no one is thousands of miles away, let go of our hands and feet, what's the matter?"

In terms of the demeanor of the master alone, Nie Yu, who rode the dragon platform, was more than a hundred stories taller than the fat man, and the old man seemed to hear a big joke, and asked rhetorically: "You are also worthy?"

The fat man scratched his head and said bitterly, "Isn't this being discussed?" ”

Yang Maoqing suddenly said loudly: "No!"

At that moment, everyone invariably gave birth to the same mysterious perception.

Ding-dong.

If a drop of water falls into the heart, it splashes a little and ripples gently, and soon returns to calm.

Cheng Qiong swept out silently and stepped out, came to Yang Shunshui's side, raised his arm and smashed it down like a hammer.

Not only that, but the fat man simply blocked directly in front of Yang Shunshui, stretched out his fingers together, and seemed to be pointing lightly, here and there, dazzling.

The former forcibly interrupted the backbone of the sword gang that "made something out of nothing".

The latter was responsible for cleaning up the mess and cutting off the remaining sword qi that was shattering and splashing one by one.

One person martial arts, one person practice, two completely different people with different paths, the first time they joined forces, they cooperated seamlessly.

Yang Maoqing turned his head to look, the fat man nodded lightly, signaling that he was okay, and the uncle of the country breathed a sigh of relief.

But.

Yang Shunshui, who should have escaped, began to fall backwards.

He's dead.

The young man didn't even have time to leave a single word of last words.

At the center of his eyebrows, a little bright red blood slowly oozed out.

The fat man's figure flashed back, supporting Yang Shunshui's body, and found that the center of his eyebrows was faintly cracked, and there was a trace of cold and piercing sword qi overflowing.

The identity of the uncle of Xunguiguo, opened his mouth slightly wide, his eyes widened, and he stood in place, as if he couldn't believe that this scene was true.

Cheng Qiong grabbed Yang Shunshui's wrist, his anger accumulated little by little, and his face turned pale, "The soul is shattered!

The fat man sighed, his expression was complicated, and he said helplessly: "I didn't expect it to be the long-lost 'sword technique', it should be that before we appeared, a sword was planted into a certain point in Yang Shunshui...... Forge the sword first and then destroy the sword, and use it to kill. ”

Cheng Qiong laughed angrily, staring at the ruthless young woman, "Plant a wisp of sword intent first, deliberately suppress it, and did not allow the sword intent to give birth to a 'anger', in case it was detected, after seeing us, I found that I might not be able to explode the sword intent and sword qi at the first time, so I deliberately used the voice of the great sage to cover up my true intentions, so as to win that glimmer of opportunity." What a wonderful female doll! The old man is really worth the trip tonight, and it is an eye-opener!"

These dragon slayers, known as the "defenders of the city of Liujing", are all sword masters, and they are also gifted kendo geniuses, and most of them can't help but feel a chill down their backs at this time.

Only the self-registered "Wei Xiao" always had a calm face, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he felt some sympathy for Her Royal Highness the princess.

And the kendo master Nie Yu turned up the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling playfully.

Cheng Qiong let go of his fingers, clenched his fists, faced the princess of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and said slowly: "You have your own reason for killing, but the old man is also in the mood to kill at the moment." ”

The fat man had a headache for a while, and shouted to Yang Maoqing: "Old Yang, persuade Cheng Lao'er, no matter what, listen to me first!"

Yang Maoqing turned a deaf ear and was stunned.

Huang Donglai turned his head to look at the white-clothed dragon slayers who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, and said indifferently: "Now that this seat has killed people, what about it?"

At that moment, on the Gan terrace, there was only a woman accompanied by a long sword.

It's like all the moonlight and starlight in the world are sprinkled on her body.

It's really the best in the world.