Dang~dang~~zheng~~

Strong ~~~

The rhythm of the pipa strings resounded throughout the courtyard. As the green onion fingertips became faster and faster, the song became more and more urgent. There were only about seventy or eighty people on both sides of the jianghu people fighting here. Except for a beautiful woman playing the pipa strangely, there were no soldiers and horses hidden in the courtyard on the opposite side.

In the continuous string sound, Xu Shaolin approached Yue Xuanzi and Deng Tianwang, looking at the figure sitting on a tiger-skin chair in the open central hall, and whispered: "Is this person the traitor?"

"It's definitely true."

King Deng leaned on an iron rod and snorted coldly: "Of course it's him. After so many years, he turned into ashes, and I know him. I just need to be careful later. This person must rely on this behavior."

In fact, if he didn't need to remind him, Yue Xuanzi had already been thinking about it. When he went to the front yard to see the right and wrong, he must have waited for them specifically. If he had said that King Yong was not prepared, no one would believe it. At the moment, no matter whether there was an ambush or not, there was no second choice.

Perhaps the "Ten-side Ambush" played by the Pipa made the atmosphere depressed, and with the killing all the way, many men in the martial arts world felt depressed. While Yue Xuanzi was thinking for a moment, someone smashed the rocks on the rockery next to him, yelling at the open central hall and the figure on the tiger-skin chair: "Brothers, don't be deceived by the ghost spirit in the ghosts. How could you pretend to be mysterious if you have the ability? You must have no soldiers in your hands. Let's kill them together-"

~~Zheng

On the other side, the fingers that were fiddling with the big string stopped, and the last sound of the string fell sharply and powerfully. In an instant, the courtyard on the middle hall and the small bridge were quiet. Geng Qing, who was sitting on the big tiger-skin chair, also stopped shaking his toes, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the group of people in the martial arts crowded on the bridge and shouted.

He let out a "cut" in disdain, and raised the empty hand and waved it casually.

Dou Wei lifted his sway and stepped out of the threshold, walked to the eaves with a big belly, and his thick beards stood up one by one, like a lion's mane, standing there without anger.

"You are a death sentence for trespassing. It is even more unforgivable to disturb our master's family meals. If you commit suicide or a prison sentence, please choose one!"

The sound was dull as thunder spread. Yue Xuanzi glanced slightly, and the budding lotus leaves under the bridge swayed gently with the water waves, and he was shocked.

What a strong internal force, is this person the Roaring Lion King Dou Wei?

Xu Shaolin and Tianwang Deng, the people around the world have heard of this kind of martial arts, and the man who had just shouted to kill them together, was also deserted at this time.

"That hero just now was so clamoring, but he had the courage to let go..."

Dou Wei held his hands and thrust his belly. The thunderous sound in his mouth suddenly rose at the end, "...... Let's come over-"

boom!

The loud noise turned into a thunder and burst into the courtyard. In the middle hall facing away from the back, everyone was better, but the eyes of the Jianghu people outside were surrounded by golden stars, and their ears were full of tinnitus and buzzing..... The man who had been shouting before suddenly stretched his whole body in everyone's sight, and slowly pulled it up with his toes, covering his heart, and fell back straight, with a trace of blood slowly overflowing from the corners of his mouth and the ears and nose.

The people next to the body were so scared that they quickly retreated.

‘My grass... is yelling to death.’

Geng Qing was a little stunned when he saw it, and quickly took off the mulch ball in his ear. He knew that Dou Wei was inspired by him and changed to practice sonic wave skills. He didn't expect that in more than ten years, he really let him practice the skills.

Geng Qing naturally understood the principle of this kind of kung fu. The sudden burst of sounds will indeed make people deaf in their ears, and even faint and fall to the ground. It is the first time that he has seen it with his own eyes.

He couldn't help but look at a table in the corner. Jiuyu, who was leisurely tasting tea with Qin Huaimian, was probably the one who taught the skills of internal strength to exert strength.

Jiuyu seemed to have noticed Geng Qing's gaze, and the corners of his mouth were just curled, and he still slowly savored the tea and chatted with the scholar. However, the latter thought that the Yong Dynasty seemed to be signaling, so he bowed his hand to claim the crime at the eunuch, raised his hand and grabbed it, lifted the Qingmu sword next to him in his palm, touched his daughter's little head, and stepped straight out of the threshold.

He was straightforward, hanging a sword in one hand and gently stroking his beard with the other hand, and looking at the opposite side of the bridge with a gentle smile.

"You guys are trespassing into the royal palace today. Qin happened to be a guest here. I want to learn the tricks of all the heroes in the martial arts world. If you win one move and half of the move, you should be a way to help King Yong."

This old stubborn person has learned to flatter others.

Geng Qing frowned slightly, and said "hissing" in his mouth. Looking at the scholar's expression, Dou Wei, who was fierce and vicious, looked at the group of people from the martial arts world who were gritting their teeth or nervous.

‘Why did I suddenly feel...I became the biggest villain in the show.’

‘No, Lao Qin takes action, what else can I have to have fun...’

"Old Qin stop..."

Geng Qing quickly spoke, only three words, the lanterns swayed under the eaves, Qin Huaimian's figure jumped out, his robe flew, his toes were flying, and he raised his stone bridges again with the force. He heard a "clang" sound from the night, and the sword light was like white, directly reflected in the eyes of several green forest men in front of the crowd.

"Retreat—" The King of Deng kicked the stick tail under his feet, and the moment he flipped into his hand, the figure that jumped into the air rushed from top to bottom, rushed into the crowd, and the sword edge swung open the sword. The moment the scholar landed, the sword tip pointed and stabbed, and quickly fell to the shoulders and necks of the people and the door.

With several screams of "Ah--", Qin Huaimian landed on the ground and pushed the side, knocking the person away, and with drunken steps, he swam around the crowd. The sword spread along the armpit and silently soaked in the air. He saw his figures passing by his armpits. The sword tip cut the fabric and flesh and blood, and the blood lights were tearing out wherever he passed, and the human body turned into a piece.

Those with high martial arts skills can also take a few moves with scholars, but they become more and more frightened. This person's swordsmanship is powerful, but he is also light and agile. Every time he makes a move, he needs to do his best to catch it. If he is not careful, his weapon will be knocked away and he will die.

Xu Shaolin rushed to join the battle group. He also used swordsmanship. When he came to the army and the world, he had shortcomings. However, after years of polishing, he had great improvement in the swordsmanship. He knew that the opponent's martial arts were higher than his, but the young man always had to compete with his character.

He handed out a long sword in his hand, pulling out a sword flower to attract the middle-aged scholar's attention, but Qin Huaimian didn't even look at him. The dancing sword light hit him casually, and gently swept the young man's sword body away. After another person was killed, the sword was not old, and he knocked up again with the force, pulling out a series of Mars to collapse.

The two of them just gave each other a move in their eyes. However, in an instant, Xu Shaolin screamed, and the palm of his sword had fallen to the ground. He pinched his broken arm and took two steps back. Two more bloody mouths were added to his waist. The drunken scholar had already passed by. Xu Shaolin was still standing there, but his expression turned from pain to dull, and he fell to the ground after shaking for a few times.

In the chaos caused, Yue Xuanzi and Deng Tianwang were not standing there. When the massacre broke out in the crowd, the two looked at each other and rushed towards the stone bridge tacitly.

Even though there is a master who is very good at sound wave skills under the eaves, the two of them join forces, one of them will hold each other and the other will be able to enter the central hall. As for those in regular clothes, they can tell that they are ordinary people in their breath and there is no threat at all.

"Tian Wang, Yue holds up Dou Wei! Go and kill the traitor quickly, and you and I will get out of trouble together!"

The two of them flew with their feet and jumped under the eaves of the stone bridge fence. While Yue Xuanzi rushed towards Dou Wei, a moment of Xu Shaolin's scream came from behind him.

King Deng, who rushed to the threshold of the central hall, was like a giant who raised the sky, "The evil thief, died—"

The iron rod in his hand waved up.

"I just like you guys."

On the tiger-skinned chair, Geng Qing, who was lying on his back, raised his arm, and the black six-hole firearm was facing the burly man who was swinging his baton, and then pulled the trigger.

boom--

Huge flames rushed out of the six cold holes and gushed out. Countless metallic particles passed through the flames like black clouds and rushed towards the giant man.
Chapter completed!