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Of all things in the world, the so-called man is not as good as the sky.

If the aunt and nephew of the Deng family had to walk through the intersection that was only three zhang wide a moment earlier or later, then the old road and the old nun would inevitably pass by them, and where they would meet in the future or how difficult it would be to meet each other, everything was possible and unpredictable.

But just as everything that should happen happens, providence does so, there are no ifs. For the old Tao and the old nun, it is unintentionally planted in the willows. For the aunt and nephew of the Deng family, it may be fate, and the catastrophe is inevitable.

In the end, it was still the old way, fifty meters away, at the sparsely populated intersection, I saw the beautiful face and beautiful figure of the aunt and nephew of the Deng family. This is perhaps the innate keen vision of women that all wandering men possess.

"Look, junior sister," Lao Dao stopped the old nun with the reins of the horse, "The two girls at the intersection don't look like the aunts and nephews of the Deng family?"

"Like, too similar: a slightly older, sword-wearing, should be able to martial arts; A young man, judging from his pace, is not a person who practices martial arts......" The old nun said as she looked at it, and suddenly said excitedly: "Senior brother, look behind them, isn't the little kid who followed them with a string of sugar gourds in his hand just twelve or thirteen years old? What are you waiting for? I'll kill him now!" Without waiting for Lao Dao to speak and react, thinking of her son's death and the tragic situation at the time of death, the old nun, whose emotions were out of control, didn't care about anything else, so she stepped on horseback and stepped in the air, like a hungry eagle catching chickens, Swooped down towards Li Xiaolin.

Lao Dao wanted to stop the old nun, but after some more verification, he discussed it and thought it out before he started. But seeing that the old nun was like an arrow from the string, which had been shot, he had no choice but to move backwards, from the horseback, and volleyed to catch the aunt and nephew of the Deng family who had not yet moved.

Li Xiaolin still followed Deng Yanling and Deng Zishan not far away, chewing sugar gourds in his mouth, wandering around, not realizing that a catastrophe was about to fall from the sky. But a little behind him, Beimen Yunfei, who had been paying attention to him and the aunt and nephew of the Deng family, had already made a move.

Beimen Yunfei is a person who practices martial arts, and has been in the rivers and lakes for several years, experienced in a hundred battles, his eyes, ears, pulses, smell, and even the skin pores on his body, all the time he is perceiving the sounds, airflow and various tastes in the environment...... and other subtle changes in order to make a precise and appropriate response. He had long been concerned about the old road and the old nun riding from the south, because if it wasn't for the hurry, most of the riders would lead their horses on foot when they entered the city. At that moment, on the street, only Lao Dao and the old nun rode horses, so they were a little eye-catching. Seeing them looking around, as if looking for something, Beimen Yunfei had a premonition that something was wrong. He never expected that in the midst of lightning and thunder, the old nun would suddenly rush in the direction of Li Xiaolin. He had a premonition that the comer was not good, he was closer to Li Xiaolin than the old nun, so he instinctively flattened the ground, strode in the air, and blocked between Li Xiaolin and the old nun, and before the person landed, he docked with the old nun empty-handed in the air for more than ten moves. Then on the ground, both sides draw their swords, stab, split, slash, slash, slash, pick, slash...... Dozens of tricks again.

The old nun would never have thought that she would kill Cheng Cheng Jin, and she actually took over a dozen of her lightning-fast sword and iron finger attacks. Since she practiced >, every time she kills, she never kills more than five moves. The two hit the ground from the air, and then hit the trees and rooftops on both sides of the street, and after dozens of moves, there were more and more onlookers on the street.

"Senior brother, the 'Zixiao Chasing Wind Sword' is in his hand, and it is indeed them. After seeing the golden tassel hanging tassel of the long sword hilt in the hand of Yunfei in the north gate, the old nun couldn't help but shout. She knitted it by hand for her son. She wants Lao Dao to know that the enemy is right in front of her, and she will not tolerate mercy when she strikes.

The old man over there easily subdued the two aunts and nephews of the Deng family.

When Lao Dao fell from the sky, Deng Yanling didn't have time to draw her sword, she instinctively protected her niece, fought with Lao Dao with her bare hands, and retreated while fighting. But the disparity in martial arts was too great, and after more than a dozen moves, he was injured by Lao Dao and fell to the ground, hitting the acupoint, and being captured. If it weren't for Lao Dao's other plans, he didn't be ruthless to her, otherwise, she would never be able to accept Lao Dao's three tricks and two styles.

Deng Zishan, who was powerless, naturally fell into the clutches of the devil, and was controlled by the old Taoist points and couldn't move.