"Perhaps if you explain it clearly, it will be fine? It was fine when Deputy Hall Master Jia left. (Baidu Search Literature Museum)"
"Can we compare? We have a friendship with the deputy hall master. You don't know who the leader is? He killed us without batting an eyelid! Haven't you heard about Qingfeng Xuxuna? Hall master Ming killed all his brothers in the past. …”
"Stop talking, let's pack up our things immediately and go to the Holy Land of Righteousness once the leader has left. In the past, many brothers have already joined the Deputy Hall Master and are about to arrive at the Holy Land of Righteousness."
The eight Yuanyangs each quickly packed up the few things they had already packed. The group of people hurried on the next day, crossing the swamp area and entering the nearest village with a post station.
"Objectively, there are no carriages. All the carriages have been reserved for today." The coachman's polite and apologetic words made Ba Yuanyang find it unbelievable. This kind of ghost place has different commerce and trade, and there are no exploitable resources around the mountain. There is no medicine, there are no minerals in the mountains and forests, it doesn't matter what you want. People from the world don't come, businessmen don't pass by, and technicians never get involved. When they retired from the world, they chose this place because it is safe and reliable, and they are not afraid of being recognized by their enemies and getting into trouble. .
"Who paid for it? We'll just give you more money."
"Sir, not to mention our place, the carriages at the village post station three hundred miles away are all booked today. I really can't find one for you." The helpless look of the coachman made Ba Yuanyang find it incredible.
"Forget it, just walk a little longer if you don't have any." One of the women sighed. She didn't care about walking a lot more at first. It was just that she could rest in the carriage, which was naturally better than rushing on the road.
No one else can do anything about it. The NPCs at the inn naturally have their own rules. If they can’t get the carriage even if they pay more, there is nothing they can do. You can’t threaten the coachman’s family for taking a carriage, right?
After leaving the small village, the Eight Yuanyangs talked about the bright future of returning to the world. They did not practice skills or do anything else during the years they retired from the world. They just traveled around and sightseeed when they were in the mood. The money they earned in the past has been useless. Well, because they are not very good at spending money. They only provide food and drink, which naturally lasts a long time. Even if they stay for another two hundred years, they will not worry about money. The most important thing they do every day is to practice martial arts. Why? In fact, I have never thought about practicing, I just like to practice.
They walked along the winding path without being too slow. It was as if they had not come out for air for a long time, but they were not too slow.
At noon, when the Eight Yuanyangs were eating and drinking the dry food they had brought with them, suddenly, one of the men changed his expression; then, the other man also changed his expression... But in a moment, all sixteen people changed their expressions...
Because they all caught an energy wave approaching rapidly.
An energy fluctuation that should not have been encountered again, at least it is impossible to encounter it now...
A figure dressed in deep purple suddenly stopped on the opposite bank of the lake.
The Eight Yuanyangs had already stood up with solemn expressions. They all held swords in their hands, but they had no hope of victory at all. It was not that the sixteen people did not have the confidence to fight against one person, but because, although they had been While practicing martial arts, I did not seek the sword canon. The Zixiao Sword Canon. Don’t expect to be able to find it if you are not a disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and don’t expect to find it if you are not a member of the First Grade Hall.
Use the God-killing Art against Wudian. Still facing this dark purple figure, as they know very well how powerful and terrifying this man is, they know very well that they have no hope of winning.
"The person who chartered the carriage in the village turned out to be the head of the clan... Since the clan boss wanted to kill us, why did he leave yesterday?" A man in the Eight Yuanyangs smiled silently and bitterly.
In this damn place, no one should have booked all the carriages in the station... Where did they show their flaws?
A woman thought that they didn't invite Yiyun to sit in the cave for a while yesterday because they couldn't.
Originally, they should have done this.
Because the situation in the cave would reveal that they had started packing their things a long time ago and were preparing to leave for a long journey and would not come back for a long time.
Obviously, Yiyun therefore judged their answers to be untrue.
"You should go back." Yiyun's tone was indifferent. He didn't know whether the Eight Yuanyangs had any contact with Jia. But the performance of the Eight Yuanyangs yesterday made him suspicious. After traveling thousands of miles to make this trip, he naturally couldn't do it without thinking too much.
leave.
Yiyun booked a carriage at the village inn, hoping that the eight mandarin ducks would think that he was waiting and return home. Unfortunately, they still came out. Maybe they had been away from the Jianghu for too long and had forgotten the dangers of the Jianghu.
"The leader wants to kill us?" A woman asked nervously. To others, it was clearly nonsense.
They are already enemies. Yiyun's sword has never been merciful to enemies, especially in today's situation. The Justice League is searching everywhere for artistic conception-level masters who are ready to return to the world. Naturally, they are aware of the threat these people pose after returning to the Holy Land of Righteousness.
Going to the Holy Land of Righteousness with martial arts and leaving after being reborn are definitely two completely different concepts. Everyone knows this.
"It's just one death! We know how ruthless the leader is, and unlike the leader, he has feelings! We've had enough of being cold-blooded killers!" A man spoke angrily. At this moment, the result is irreversible.
, unless they surrender and beg for mercy, but they can't do such a thing. They avoid danger, but it doesn't mean they will kneel down in fear of death. They are not such people. They chose to surrender. Even if death is inevitable, they still will not change their mind. Because
Jia is their benefactor, and their past is all because of Jia!
"Wherever the deputy hall master is, we will be there!"
"Very good." The special effect of the God of Death suddenly activated - Yiyun by the river flashed and appeared between the eight mandarin ducks.
Sixteen swords were shot at the same time - without a moment's hesitation, because they knew that maybe they only had this chance to take action.
The dark purple sword light that circled around cut off sixteen swords at the same time.
The sword energy cut open the throats of sixteen people.
When the sword fell to the ground, they all lay back on the ground...
Ba Yuanyang was once a master and hero of the First Grade Hall, but that was once...
Yiyun picked up the broken sword with the hilt indifferently, put it into the vacuum bag, disappeared and left...
Lijiang River.
A small boat, flowing with the water.
Put it on, a man wearing a raincoat sat on the bow of the boat.
A white figure rushed to the shore, jumped onto the boat.
The man, who was dressed accordingly, seemed unaware and still sat motionless, without looking back.
Ling'er's sword was slowly unsheathed. "Conglang, you should have stayed away from the Jianghu a long time ago. For a person as fragile as you, you should not have returned to the Jianghu. How many times have you been in and out of the Jianghu, and how many times have you gotten good results?
?”
The man on the bow finally stood up, raised his face, and glanced at Ling'er. "I don't know you."
"Do you think I know you?" Ling'er's tone showed obvious disdain.
"In the age of masterpieces, you can't stop it even if you kill me." Conglang slowly lowered his hands to his sides. As soon as he finished saying this, before Ling'er could respond, another proud sneer came from under the bamboo hat. "
What's more, with a knife, you want to kill me Conglang - I think you are bringing humiliation on yourself!"
Ling'er slowly exercised his power.
Even though he knew that Cong Lang had probably practiced the magic technique, he still did this.
Conglang raised his head slowly, and his handsome face showed a calm smile in his confident eyes. "Do you know that I have practiced the magic technique?"
"The love-cutting knife, one knife decides the outcome." Ling'er said coldly.
Cong Lang's smile became even thicker. He liked this kind of challenge, the collision of self-confidence and self-confidence. The result would always be particularly bright. "Fenghua Bingxin. Very good. I heard that you use two swords and you are considered an expert in swordsmanship."
"
The boat rises and falls with the waves.
The wind blew Ling'er's clothes and hair.
The knife in Conglang's hand is very stable.
The knife in Ling'er's hand is also very stable.
Ling'er's hands were hanging by his side.
The same goes for Conglang's hands.
The outcome is determined by one strike, without dodging, avoiding or blocking. It can be compared with speed, changes in moves, internal strength, courage and rationality, etc.
Both sides use love-cutting knives, but Conglang uses Ling'er's martial arts and Ling'er's sword skills.
The Love-Destroying Knife is a very fast knife. The magical and mysterious movement and the operation of internal energy create an instantaneous sword, a fatal blow without any follow-up moves.
Some water splashes suddenly shot up due to the collision of the boat...
Flying in front of the two people——
The two hands moved quickly to draw their swords!
The light of the sword flashed momentarily.
The two figures disappeared in an instant.
appeared at the same time.
A wrist holding a knife was thrown away and fell into the river, stained red.
The blood splashed by the knife scattered in the wind and fell into the water.
There was a crack in the coir raincoat, and Cong Lang's left hand pressed tightly against the stab wound on his heart.
His broken right hand continued to gush out blood, some stained the plywood of the boat red, and some flew into the water, leaving a bright red trail behind the boat as it passed by...
A strand of black hair drifted away with the wind, and finally fell on the water, causing a circle of ripples...
"You win brightly, but I lose dimly. Jianghu, I won't go back..." Conglang's body fell onto the deck of the boat at Ling'er's feet.
He lost. When his knife tightly cut off a strand of hair next to Ling'er's neck, his wrist was cut off by the knife in Ling'er's left hand, and his heart was cut open by the knife held by Ling'er's right hand.
He had nothing to say or complain about his defeat. He didn't dodge, avoid or block, and decided the winner with one strike. The most likely outcome was that both sides would be injured.
But he was defeated so completely.
The path of the attack has been successfully predicted by the opponent. That is the worst failure.
Ling'er's love-breaking swords were both returned to their sheaths. She lowered her head slightly and looked coldly at Cong Lang, who was about to be completely lifeless at her feet. "The strongest single sword in the world is the one that Xiaojian used when he joined the Blood Sword Sect. Now the strongest sword in the world is
The strongest single sword is the demon sword and demon pupil. No matter in the past or now, you Conglang have always been a loser who cannot bear setbacks."
