Two hundred and thirty-four chapters of the Central Plains
ps: Chapter 231, Dou Bing has been changed to Zhou Yunfei. Writing error, sorry! There is another chapter in the early morning.
Nanshan is a collective name for the mountains in southern Beijing. Bodaoling is a dangerous place and commanding height at the northern end of it, and it is a small part of it. There are large areas of imperial hunting ground enclosed within the mountain forest, no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter.
There were frequent exchanges between royal families and dignitaries.
Of course, the mountains and forests are densely packed, and people in the martial arts world can enter and leave freely. However, most people in the martial arts forest of the Northern Han Dynasty know that this territory is the private land of the royal family, and few people are involved here. The Jiang family laid an ambush in Bodaoling.
On the outer edge, Bodaoling is the outer edge of the northern end of Nanshan, and they can't be called involved. The ambush point of Zhu Biao's private soldiers is twenty or thirty miles away from Bodaoling, and it is also on the outer edge of Nanshan.
Along the way, it still belongs to the patrol range of Bodaoling Camp.
But now, the boundary here is deep in the mountains. The woman in yellow is fighting with someone. Could it be that there is the royal garden next to it, and she is facing off against the palace guards or the warriors of the Tingwei Mansion?
There was no sound under his feet. Fortunately, Zhu Biao was not wearing armor, so he tiptoed toward the direction of the sound of the swords clashing.
There was a platform 20 to 30 feet away, and Zhu Biao came closer. He saw a platform 35 feet square on the edge of a steep cliff. The woman in yellow was fighting fiercely with her opponent.
He was not a palace guard, nor a warrior from the Imperial Palace. Her opponent was a tall and slender man in sackcloth with squinting eyes and a narrow single-handed sword.
The disciple of the Nine-Curved Sword Sect, who had been held in the hand of the woman in yellow, was lying on the platform under a green pine tree with blood spattered three feet apart. The head and face were facing the direction of Zhu Biao, and he could see clearly under the moonlight.
There was deep shock on the man's face.
If your guess is correct, the woman in yellow should have been carrying this man to rest on this platform, and then the man in sackcloth suddenly attacked him. The seriously injured man was naturally decapitated with a knife without any backhand.
The woman in yellow worked hard in vain.
Since he was not a member of the imperial court, Zhu Biao had no intention of getting involved. He lay aside and watched quietly...
"Who are you?" Song Yingzhu's eyes were fierce. Zhuang Xianfei's tragic death could definitely be said to have failed, so how could she not hate it? She carefully looked at the man in linen clothes in front of her. His appearance was ordinary, and there was no impression in her heart.
. You must know that she has been famous for many years. Even if she cannot recognize all the masters in the martial arts of the Northern Han Dynasty, she has at least seen seven or eight.
The man in front of me was not inferior to him in Kung Fu, but he seemed to have jumped out of a stone, leaving no impression. Especially the sword skills used by this man. The moves were weird, fast and spicy, and he always struck from unexpected places.
. During the first fight, I thought I was about to succeed several times, but I had to return my sword to parry. I had never heard of such a sword technique in the world of Beihan!
"Haha, Yu Linglong of the Jiuqu Sword Sect has such a big name in the world, but in fact it is just that. It's just relying on your father's prestige..." The man in sackcloth sneered disdainfully, and then changed his tone and said, "But you
The nickname "Yu Linglong" is quite appropriate. Her skin is really as white as mutton-fat white jade. Why don't I just leave it at that and let's have a feast in front of the audience. You let me touch it to see if it is as smooth as white jade...
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"Li Haoran's martial arts skills are not very good, and he is also a hypocrite. He is very lucky. Such a flower was inserted into his cow dung. It is a pity and a shame."
Filthy words can make people angry, but if you become impatient and rush forward because of this, your opponent will be happy.
"Beauty, let's have a try, and I'm sure to make you so happy that your soul will fly to the sky. How can that caterpillar of Li Haoran compare with this big dragon like you and me..."
There are many taboos for women when traveling in the world, but why there are so many taboos is because women themselves have so many taboos.
But these rules of the world are all established for those who abide by the rules. If people don't abide by the rules, then even the rules of heaven and God dare to turn a blind eye.
The man in sackcloth is obviously an unruly person, and he keeps spitting out these teasing remarks. The girl in yellow is naturally at a disadvantage in this regard.
Therefore, the angered Liu eyebrows were raised, and the sword was as fast as a sword, and the sword was thrust out quickly. The blade was full of internal energy, making a sound, and always pointed at the opponent's vital point.
"Li Haoran's wife? It turns out she is Song Yingzhu." The daughter of the head Song Yannan and Li Yixiao's mother, Zhu Biao suddenly realized. There are not many female masters in the Jiuqu Sword Sect, but Yu Linglong Song Yingzhu is definitely one of them.
In this way, Zhu Biao also understood why Song Yingzhu was hanging behind the Jiang family in the first place. No matter how powerful Jiang Qingyan is, he is not as powerful as Li Xi, but he is the leader. It is difficult to say that his every move will not be influenced by Li Xi and others.
Song Yannan knew it, so it was natural for him to send manpower to keep an eye on him.
It's just that the identity of the person being followed is a bit special.
Song Yingzhu's strength is really impressive, and the swordsmanship of the man in sackcloth is so fierce. The swords of both sides clashed with each other repeatedly, fires flew out, and his hands were merciless. However, Song Yingzhu was able to press the man in sackcloth towards the cliff step by step.
The peaks of Nanshan are not tall, but the peaks are steep and steep. The same is true for this mountain. The lower section of the top of the mountain suddenly protrudes a little, forming a small piece of flat land. There are up and down mountain roads to the north and south, and a tall mountain stands to the west.
To the east, a green pine stands tall and tall in the gap between the rocks, but below is a dark and majestic deep cliff.
Song Yingzhu forced the man in sackcloth down the cliff with swords and swords, until he was about to be level with Zhuang Xianfei's corpse.
Zhu Biao remained lurking and motionless. He had a hunch in his heart that things would not end so easily tonight.
Sure enough, after being forced to take two steps back, the man in sackcloth became solemn, and his sword skills began to change. Just now it was sharp and fast, but now it is as slow as pulling sand out of mud, with every sword move carrying an incomparable heaviness.
There is also a strong swirling energy.
Song Yingzhu stabbed his sword carefully, and the tip of the sword advanced about a foot into the chest of the man in sackcloth. Suddenly, he felt a huge turning force acting invisible on the sword. The sharp sword in his hand seemed to be caught in a whirlpool.
I can't help but want to follow the whirlpool.
Song Yingzhu looked solemn and took three big steps back. "Are you from the Central Plains?" The swordsmanship of the Six Kingdoms in the North is similar to that of the Hu Di nomads on the prairie. They are both similar and intertwined. They all pay attention to a shortcut.
Swift, ruthless and domineering, the slow and powerful sword technique used by the man in sackcloth could only come from the Central Plains——
Song Yingzhu's knowledge of martial arts was limited to the Northern Han Dynasty, and he did not know about the Western Qin or the Eastern Qi. This kind of swordsmanship, which is very different from the swordsmanship of the Six Kingdoms in the North, may also come from the West and the East, but the greatest possibility is still from
Yu Wei, south of Zhongshan and Zhongyuan - the Central Plains.
"Haha, our brothers are indeed from the Central Plains. We are little bitches. Just be clear in front of the King of Hell, so you can go with peace of mind -" A heroic voice came from the top of the mountain. Then a figure was seen coming from the mountain like a fierce tiger.
Jumping down from above, a spiral black column formed by two black rays of light flew up into the sky. It rolled towards Song Yingzhu with extremely powerful force!
The strong wind blew Song Yingzhu's long hair, and her yellow shirt and skirt made a puffing sound. "This person has such high skills!" Song Yingzhu's pretty face changed. But she didn't dare to slow down at all, and turned around like lightning and jumped to the left.
He went over and slashed the person's back with a sharp sword.
The black pillar was so powerful that she didn't dare to take it head on.
But this man not only had great skills, he was also very fast. Although he landed with a thud and was so heavy that the platform was shaken, but the person who came after landing on his feet did not show any signs of sluggishness, and his body was dexterous.
At the same time, he turned his wrist, as if there were a pair of eyes behind him. A black iron rod turned in one direction and stabbed Song Yingzhu's throat without any deviation.
If Song Yingzhu insists on cutting the incoming person's back with his sword, the incoming person will naturally have no way to avoid it, but his turning figure allows his waist to avoid the sharp sword, and uses his ribs and shoulder blades to resist. But at the same time, Song Yingzhu himself also
He would definitely be shot through the throat with an iron rod and die.
Use your own neck in exchange for the opponent's back, do you want to exchange it? Obviously Song Yingzhu will not exchange it. Anyone with a normal mind and does not want to deliberately seek death will make this choice. A sword cut on the ribs and shoulder blades of the person coming, Bi
Although Cui Ningbo is a famous swordsman in the world, the opponent might also have a personal treasure armor on him. There is a high chance that he will not die, but there is a 99.9% chance that if he is hit on the neck, he will die!
There is no irreconcilable blood feud between the two sides, just like Zhu Yuyan towards Shi Zhixuan and Yin Liting towards Yang Xiao. Even if one life is exchanged for another, Song Yingzhu will not be willing to do so.
Don't dodge when you jump now.
The man in sackcloth strode forward, his horns were close to those of the visitor, and the force of the sword faintly enveloped Song Yingzhu.
"What are you people from the Central Plains doing here in Nanshan?" Song Yingzhu knew that her situation was very dangerous, but she still couldn't help but ask.
Are you here to help out? Obviously impossible. Because if you are here to help out, you will definitely not go into Nanshan, let alone your friends in the world. These two people and even more people came in secretly.
In Nanshan, Song Yingzhu thought of a possibility, and her heart almost trembled.
"Who is behind you?" The shadow of the Iron Brand Organization has not faded from the Beihan arena. Now these two masters, and even more masters who do not belong to the Beihan, have appeared in the sensitive area of Nanshan again.
What do you want to do?
Song Yingzhu was frightened by her imagination. If it were true, it would be terrible.
Zhu Biao's expression turned completely serious. If these two masters were from the Infinite Way or the Red Lotus Sect, he wouldn't be so surprised, but they were the original ones. This... influence was too bad.
Zhu Biao's heart was shocked and he couldn't help but breathe heavily. The ears of the three people on the platform were so sensitive. They turned their heads and looked at Zhu Biao's hiding place with three pairs of eyes.
At the same time, Zhu Biao's scalp exploded violently, and the "hissing" sound of the weapon piercing the air came from behind his head, "Damn it!" He yelled secretly, knowing that he was attacked by someone.
He kicked his body with both feet and immediately jumped forward, using his backhand to put the sword on his back. Hearing a crisp sound of "Crack", a bit of huge force, a huge force coming from one point came from behind.
Make the forward body shape faster.
Zhu Biao plunged into the platform and had no time to think about anything else. He put two fingers on the ground and swept the sword around him.
The opponent did not follow the move, which made Zhu Biao breath a sigh of relief. He was touched by his opponent behind his back and didn't know anything about it. It was terrible! (To be continued. Piaotian Literature Register members recommend this work (To be continued. Piaotian Literature Register.
