If you, either order or take action to hurt someone's brother, or even kill his brother, what will this person do? Obviously, Leng Buyu gave a good answer.

He rushed from the west of the city to outside the gate of the main hall of the city lord's mansion. His robe was covered with blood. The soldiers guarding the gate couldn't help but sweat when they saw the blood.

Leng Buyu smiled, and wiped the sword in his hand with his sleeve: "I'm so sorry, I scared you. Although he released a lot of blood from people, Leng had no intention of killing animals. At most, those people could only go to the fields to cultivate for a year or two to cultivate themselves."

"It's time to stop." After searching for a sound, Bai Ling's Nine Arrows had only been fifty steps away from the gate. "The person who ordered the removal of the White Shadow was Bai Ling. If the Sword Saint wanted to take revenge, he would come to Bai Ling alone."

"It's true that I pretend to be overwhelmed with a fearless kingly demeanor. What a pity, I don't say anything about this." After that, three hands on my chest flew out, and the sound of breaking the wind made people's ears hurt.

Bai Ling waved her sleeves, and fourteen peacock darts shot out. It took nine peacock darts to knock down three flying swords, and the remaining five flew straight towards Leng Buyu. However, this contemporary sword saint did not dodge or dodge, but instead met him. He heard his voice coldly: "In the world, many people talked about the word "Sword Saint is not worthy of the sword saint. I laughed and said that I could not fight any of the three fierce people in the world, and the name of the sword saint should be obtained by Na Zhongxihou."

His right middle finger and index finger merged, and with a force, a sword energy was radiated. The strength of this sword energy was even better than the two swords in his hand. After a few crisp sounds of peacock darts, they all fell to the ground, "Then let the martial arts world know who is the real sword saint!"

The black and white swords are on sale. When they swung again, Bai Ling no longer dodged and closed his eyes calmly. Who could have thought that with a "thump", it was like a sword slashing a foot-thick black iron shield. It looked like an orange-robed man who had seen at the gate of Hansu City before.

"Bai Ling Jiu Arrow, Ziqi ordered me to come to Hancheng to take the Huawang Baogong. Where is the bow?"

Not only did Bai Ling Jiu Arrow say no to the person who came, he waved his sleeves and sneered: "Why don't you give it to the treasure bow whenever you say it, whether it's a knight or a king, Bai Ling can't follow his life."

When the man in the orange robe who had just saved Bai Ling heard this, he didn't say much and slapped Bai Ling with a palm. Another sword energy was seen as blood bleeding on the back of the man's hand. Looking back, Leng Buyu seemed to have not moved, but seemed to have moved again.

He heard Leng Buyu's words with anger and said, "Which family raises a villain, the two of them rushed out and bit people randomly."

"You are the Leng family kid who is regarded as the sword saint by an ignorant person?" The man in the orange robe said this. Leng Buyu was angry, but he was also curious about what the feeling was like tortoise shell.

"Hongmeng's heart, don't mess around. If you don't leave, don't blame Bai Ling and the Sword Saint to join forces, and then kill you first."

Hongmengxin clenched his fist with his right hand and punched Leng Buyu without saying a word. When it comes to Leng Buyu, there are indeed few people in his swordsmanship, but his biggest weakness is that he is too confident and conceited. Leng Buyu always believed that fists and feet could not defeat weapons, and this time was no exception. Hongmengxin's fist was approaching Leng Buyu, and the oppression that seemed like a heavy hammer was suffocating.

With a "swoosh", Hongmengxin's body flew out several feet. He held a white feather arrow in his fist. Looking at Bai Ling, he was still standing with a bow.

"I have been kind enough to persuade you. If you dare to make trouble, I will join forces with the Sword Saint to destroy you." The movement is slow,

Two arrows were already on the string. "Although Bai Ling was hard to be named Hua, Bai Ling still remembered the careful teachings of the Hua family for more than 20 years. Archery skills only increased and did not decrease!"

The Sword Saint and the Arrow Saint are close and far away. If they have a tacit understanding, the opponent will undoubtedly be a tragedy.

"I heard that when General Hua's arrow was founded, no one could catch it in the world, so what if you don't know the arrow of Hua's intent?" After that, he roared into the sky, shocking the birds and clouds dispersed.

With a "swoosh", the arrow was already away from the string, but Hongmeng's heart had not moved. The arrow was stagnant from his slap. With a "ding", the arrow fell to the ground. Bai Ling's confusion at this moment, Leng Buyu deeply understood who this Hongmeng's heart was, and why did he always feel that his whole body was wrapped in copper and iron.

"The current abilities of your two people, let alone hurt me, it is difficult to get close to me!" Another roar, which made people feel a little restless and dizzy.

"The Pulao's anger of Yunyou Monk! What is the origin of this Hongmeng heart?" Leng Buyu recognized the roar. When Yaowang was drunk, he mentioned to him that a Yunyou Monk with a good face and trembled his hands and no power to tie a chicken. The villagers treated him very well and asked him to have a vegetarian meal and stayed for the night. Unfortunately, the bandits entered the village to burn and kill. The monk took off his broken cassock, kowtowed a few times to the west, and then roared at the bandits. The bandits all bleeded in seven orifices and died.

The wandering monk buried the corpses of the bandits one by one. After reciting scriptures for the bandits for forty-nine days, he went on a hunger strike under a pine tree. This unique skill is as rare as the turtle breathing technique.

Leng Buyu looked at Bai Ling and asked, "Who is this?"

Bai Ling also shook his head and replied, "Who is he? Yan Yunqi doesn't know his background. He often comes and goes alone and is difficult to dispatch."

"It seems that the Japanese master cannot kill you!" Leng Buyu shook hands with both swords, and King Kong stared at Hongmeng's heart angrily.

Before he could make a move, Hongmengxin said something that made both of them stop: "Are you two going to keep it in history as a hero, or are you going to be a traitor before the tea after dinner!"

"What do you mean?"

Hongmengxin chuckled a few times. The laughter was really unpleasant, hoarse and wanted to destroy himself: "The six-city gambling game has begun, and you two are still fighting here. It seems that those gamblers should consider it again. Bai Ling, Hua Wang Baogong!"

His aura seemed to be as if others could not resist, and he just reached out to Bai Ling to ask for it, or was ordering it.

"Six City Gambling!" The Six City Gambling shouldn't have started so soon, but Hongmengxin had already said it, and the Six City Gambling began. Leng Buyu tightened his sword. Why didn't Wuyou talk to him about the Six City Gambling, but the Six City Gambling had already begun? Leng Buyu understood a little more. Perhaps it was not that Zun Wuyou hadn't mentioned it, but that he had already made some moves.

"Since you have a guest, then come and get this head again in a few days." Leng Buyu's right hand became a claw, and the three short swords that fell on the ground flew back and entered the sheath one by one. Several swallows rose and fell, but no one saw them.

A hero who is famous in history and a bandit who is spoiled by everyone is also the meaning of a bandit that is successful and a king or a loser. If it overthrows a rule, it is a suppressed riot. If it succeeds, it is considered an uprising. Similarly, if it fails, there will be many suppression generals who have made meritorious service and titled marquis. If it succeeds, there will be many uprisings and founding generals.

Which one is right and who is wrong, and how to determine it in one word.

Leng Buyu would not understand that his fate had changed from the moment Hongmeng Xin appeared.

Thirty miles outside the city, someone was waiting for him. The sun was very big and low today. Leng Buyu had raised his sleeves and his arms were strong and strong. After leaving Hancheng, Leng Buyu was included.

, he didn't know what he was going to do, he had only one thought, and went back to Muhan Tower, he wanted to find Zun Wuyou, and he wanted to know the six cities gambling game.

It is the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind being cut.

He lay on the ground, and another carp rolled around. When he got up, he was holding a sharp sword in his hand. It looked like ten steps away, a man in black-clothed ghostly face stood.

"I'm cold, right?"

"Who is yours?" Such a sword energy cannot become a climate for twenty or thirty years. Leng Buyu is regarded as the sword saint, but even the sword saint cannot use such sword energy. The person in front of him may be a master who has withdrawn from the world's disputes, or an unknown person who has been living in the darkness.

"I know what, but I don't know how? But a person who is so sinful that he will not accept it." He broke down a branch, held it in his hand, and pointed at Leng Buyu, "I will be entrusted by my old friend to take away the seven-star sword you have to bear."

Leng Buyu drew out the black sword Pojun again, the white sword and firefly candle, and the two swords in his hand, but he did not dare to neglect it.

"Heaven, Earth, Universe? So what?" The ghost face in black-clothed broke a branch, which was like cold and silent, one on the left and right. "It is easy to have Tai Chi, and the two yins will be born. Movement is Yang, and stillness is Yin. The number is ten, and it is recommended to be a hundred. The number is hundreds, and it is recommended to be a thousand. There is something out of nothing, and it is ruthless and endless..."

"Why do you know the Seven-Star Sword Technique..."

The black-clothed ghost face no longer danced the branches in his hand. The branches in his left hand shook gently in the air, as if they were stirring eggs with chopsticks. "When did Liangyi sword technique become the Seven-Star sword technique? Oh, no, the sword technique in the world is originally the same sect. If you can break the branches in my hand, I will no longer be entangled with you."

What if such a person appeared in front of you and said such things that I couldn't understand? I was a little angry when I was cold and controlled by the sword with my energy. Three short swords flew out of the scabbard and flew towards the ghost face in black.

However, these three swords did not move, like docile birds, surrounding the black-clothed ghost face.

"Oh, is this the rumored sword-control technique? What a pity, no one is worthy of you after General Han passed away."

Leng Buyu did not answer the black-clad ghostly face and asked back: "Are you General Han's old friend?"

"I can't say I am a friend. I drank wine with him when I was young and compared the sword. Now you are too far from General Han at that time. Leng Buyu, what are you going to do? Why is the Seven Star Sword in your hands, and who are you?"

The branch with a ghostly face in black flew over and swung his sword coldly. It should have been cut off with a slight wave. With the sound of metal collision, his right hand holding the sword was numb. A swallow turned over and avoided the flying branch. The branch was inserted into the big tree behind him. Looking at it, it also entered half the length of his palm.

"Dan Yunjian, the sword dance brings wind; listen to the rain sword, listen to the sword flowing water; the seven-star sword, the sword is like stars, the sword falls with stars. The seven-star sword should not be handed over to you." The ghost face in black turned around, and several people were gone, "When you come to Lincheng, you will know the six-city gambling game, and you will also lose the sword in your hand."

General Han’s seven-star sword once made countless swordsmen sigh and respect. Dynasty and Jianghu should have been two different worlds. However, in the eyes of dynasties, the common people in the martial arts world should have been difficult to discipline, but there are some powerful people in the dynasties who are deeply loved by the people in the martial arts world.

When I heard that, I had come to see General Han and drank with General Han for three days and three nights. He asked General Han what is the most powerful sword in the world? General Han was drunk. He said that Fairy Baiyun's sword is the most powerful.

What is a sword? Is it a decision that blows the hair and cuts iron like mud?

Then what is his branch?
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