The figure in the moonlight is like a sword, cutting off the spring and autumn, arriving at that time, writing a sword song.
"You are..." Taoist Guan Yue pointed at the figure in horror. Suddenly a light came and he screamed. One of his arms flew out and fell in the yard. Blood spurted out, and it was inexplicably miserable.
"You actually..."
He screamed again and his other hand was gone. Taoist Master Guanyue ### said: "Whatever you want, I will definitely give it to you!"
The figure is close to Taoist Guan Yue, revealing a coldly handsome face. If placed in the film and television industry, it will definitely become popular all over the country. It is more than enough to play the role of Huanzhugege's elder brother.
His eyes glowed with blue light, he was of foreign descent, and he was tall, about 1.9 meters tall. His slender figure and handsome appearance made him approachable and lovable, but in the eyes of Taoist Master Guanyue, he looked like a ghost.
"Where is Fang Han?" The voice was thick and deep, full of magnetism.
Taoist Guanyue struggled and said: "I don't know, Fang Han has died a long time ago."
Suddenly, a ray of cold light burst out, and an arm fell to the ground in pieces, like scattered leaves floating in the space, with a faint smell of blood filling the space.
The sword was so fast that I couldn't see how to strike. The arm was struck by ninety-eight swords, and ninety-eight swords were released in an instant. The sword of the attacker was so fast that it was unimaginable, as if time went backwards and the spring and autumn were overturned.
Taoist Guanyue looked at the remaining arm in horror, his lips trembled violently, and he was speechless. The visitor said coldly: "You have half a minute to think about it, otherwise you will become disabled forever. Arm transplantation, the current state of Western medicine
No, there are only a handful of people who can do it with traditional Chinese medicine, so don’t take chances.”
Taoist Guan Yue's face was pale. It was more uncomfortable to become a cripple than to kill him. There was no way he could not offend others when he was floating in the rivers and lakes. He was not afraid of offending others because he was a master of transforming energy, one of the few in Xijing City, and had supreme authority.
, do not put some people in appreciation, but if his martial arts is useless, he will lose everything, life is the second best, money and beautiful women are absolutely indispensable for him. When the enemy comes, the consequences are unpredictable.
"I really don't know..." Taoist Guanyue looked pale and hummed.
The long sword was pressed against his crotch, the coolness whizzed, and his body felt aversion to cold. Taoist Guanyue said in shock and anger: "What are you doing!"
Poof!
Then there was a scream. Taoist Guanyue stared at the visitor in horror and said in a trembling voice: "I..."
"One centimeter difference is the femoral artery, five centimeters is the vital part of a man, you choose."
Taoist Guanyue struggled with his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You will regret it..."
Just when the person was about to kill someone, Taoist Master Guanyue shouted: "Wait a minute, I'm telling you."
"But, if I say it, you must ensure my safety and not let others kill me," Taoist Guan Yue said in horror, "They are inhumane."
"Where?" the visitor said indifferently.
Taoist Guanyue said in a trembling voice: "Liuyun Villa."
Poof!
A flying sword is like having a great spring and autumn dream. When I wake up, the flowers have bloomed and withered, and my life has fallen. The scars on Guanyue Taoist Priest's face are ferocious, but his eyes show disbelief and confusion. But when he sees the other party from the beginning
In the end, there were eyes that were extremely cold and unwavering, suddenly enlightened and relieved, and then life was like flowers blown away by the wind.
The arm dropped, blood flew out, the long sword was spotless, cold light shone everywhere, the person who came said calmly: "If you die by my sword, you can live forever."
Liuyun Villa is a historic site in Xijing City, but it is also one of the few private monuments. Being able to live in a historic site, one can imagine his family background. Liuyun Villa is named after a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that the "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao" that I learned was made here. Later, in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi lived here, and Liuyun Villa became the most poetic place in Xijing. It was owned by the Fang family the year before last, and later It was bought by a mysterious man and has been idle ever since.
"The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city."
Two lines of poetry are engraved on the wall, powerful and vicissitudes of life, like the palm of a deity banished from the sky to the world, expressing the resentment and anger in his heart.
The moonlight was hazy, the cool breeze was blowing, and a few fallen leaves were dancing. A figure appeared at the door, looking at the two lines of words on the wall, lost in thought.
The two lines of words may seem simple, but the outlines and outlines convey an extremely terrifying aura that can overwhelm eternity and frighten all things.
The visitor retracted his steps, and the long sword behind him trembled faintly, emitting slight excitement. A trace of shock and confusion flashed in his eyes.
The villa was eerily quiet. The visitor flew up the courtyard wall, turned over and landed on a stone wall, looking at the extremely dilapidated-looking courtyard only fifty meters away.
This is a thatched hut, very simple, just like the shabby room in Liu Yuxizhong's "The Inscription of the Humble Room" where there are chatting and laughing, there are scholars coming and going, but there are no white men. It exudes the temperament of poetry and calligraphy, but he was shocked to find that the thatched hut exudes not only A poetic temperament actually carries a monstrous fighting spirit.
Just like his sword, when it encounters a powerful opponent, it can surpass the physical limits of ordinary people when combined with its energy and exert unexpected strength. Obviously, Changjian felt something unusual, so he was excited.
Whoosh!
He stood on the big rock, and suddenly a silver light flashed, a cool wind blew, and the space vibrated, condensing into nine small swords, with different speeds and powers. If they were attacked separately, each one would be difficult to pose a threat, but nine small swords The small swords merge into one, sealing off all weaknesses, just like sealing off the yin and yang in space.
All things are based on yin and yang. Blocking yin and yang means blocking the six senses and making it difficult to detect the world outside. The eyes of the visitor burst out with light. When the first small sword flew towards him, the long sword was unsheathed and laughed like a golden dragon out of the sea. Ao Fengyun.
Nine sounds, crisp and clear, jingling, clanking, a short sword, engraved with dragon patterns and dancing phoenixes, fell to the ground. The visitor's pupils shrank, a sword, using nine different postures, the master of the sword at that time .
"Mo Shang Sang, what are you doing here? Do you want to challenge my young master?" A fifteen-year-old boy glared at Mo Shang Sang.
Carrying a long sword on his back, he lifted up his black cloak, revealing Mo Shangsang's pale face. At this moment, he realized that something was fishy. Taoist Guan Yue's words were probably false. This place was not a place where Fang Han was imprisoned, but a place where Fang Han was imprisoned. The master is at the bottom.
"Mo Shang Sang, although the Jiuxiang Sect is not bad, it has not reached the point where it is unscrupulous." The young man sneered, showing a sophistication befitting his age, and said, "Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, my young master will pretend that it never happened. "
Mo Shangsang was shocked and doubtful. He looked at the hut and could not detect the breath inside. It was like a black hole, swallowing up the spiritual sense. It was also like a ferocious beast, dormant in the darkness, ready to choose people and devour them at any time.
"Who is your young master?" Mo Shangsang asked tentatively, not daring to make any mistakes.
The young man snorted coldly: "Looking for death!"
He took out a golden pistol from his back, K99 type, an automatic pistol currently in the research and development stage on the market. It was produced by the same design master as the Lamb-type large explosive pistol used by special forces in World War II. It is easy to carry and full of power.
However, the weight is very heavy and it is difficult for ordinary people to handle it. The most important thing is that it is difficult to aim with the accurate head.
The moment the K99 was taken out, Mo Shangsang felt the danger and his body disappeared. The moment he left, an explosion occurred on the ground, revealing a half-meter deep pit.
Standing on a big rock with a pond below him, Mo Shangsang felt a chill in his back and frowned, "Who is your young master?"
Bang bang bang!
Three shots in a row, the young man's gunman was very accurate, hitting the spot almost every time. However, Mo Shangsang's movements were faster and he could barely avoid the bullets. His strength was considered a master in Jiuxianmen, otherwise he would not have been sent to Xijing.
The city is responsible for seizing the Blood Spirit Stone.
The young man seemed to have no scruples and opened fire, causing Liuyun Villa to become extremely bad, and the Tang Dynasty's scenic spots were almost destroyed. However, his expression remained as usual, without any regret.
Mo Shangsang was frightened and angry. Due to his strong vitality, he did not take a head-on approach. Instead, he dodged in a roundabout way and counted the bullets at the same time.
When the twelfth round of bullets was fired and the boy took the opportunity to return the magazine, Mo Shang Sang flew up violently, and with a sword attack, the space felt like it was being torn apart.
The air surged, the space squeezed, and converged on the sword at the same time, shooting at the young man with a powerful and incredible sword energy.
The boy didn't have time to change bullets, so he dropped the K99, threw it with his left hand, and a stream of light flew towards him, followed by another golden sword. When had Mo Shangsang ever been so arrogant and made things difficult for him by teenagers, even if he was afraid of the opponent's back?
The young master, but the murderous intention has arisen and the sword energy is rampant.
The sword energy deflected the small sword, and the long sword was about to pierce the young man's body. Mo Shangsang's eyes became more murderous, and the young man's face changed drastically, but it was too late to change his moves.
Seeing that he was about to die by the sword, the young man closed his eyes and shouted: "Master, help me!"
An extremely uncomfortable feeling suddenly surged through Mo Shangsang's heart, a feeling that could only occur if he had encountered a peerless master in the capital.
But there was no reason to retract the long sword as it danced. The long sword in Mo Shangsang's hand shook, and his energy exploded. At the critical moment, Mo Shangsang suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.
A chill came from the depths of his heart. Without thinking, Mo Shangsang withdrew his long sword, turned around and struck out with a sword. This was the luckiest sword strike in his life. His feeling was completely correct.
Ding dong!
The metal collided and the earth sank. Mo Shangsang's body flew upside down, his steps were messy, and he took a dozen steps on the ground before he could stabilize his body.
At some point, a man in Tsing Yi stood silently next to the young man, looking at him indifferently, with an indescribable indifference in his eyes. Mo Shangsang was considered a master of indifference, but compared to him, he was still far behind.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Mo Shangsang's expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice and said: "One Sword Spring and Autumn Lei Xiaojun!"
