When Jian Lao said these words, Zhu Jiannan's hand holding the tea cup shook slightly, and then he drank all the tea in the cup with a calm expression.
The corners of his mouth had a slightly unique curve, and his handsome and delicate face actually looked like a white fox because of this smile. He asked in a cold voice: "Oh, how does that sword always want to kill me?"
Not much was said before Jian Lao took action.
At the first sight of a white light sword energy, the tea table was immediately split into two halves. Fortunately, Thunder Niu was at Zhu Jiannan's side. He reached out with his hand, hugged Zhu Jiannan's waist and pulled him back.
In fact, his back was exposed to Mr. Jian.
Since Mr. Jian is the swordsman chosen by the Mo family, even though his talent is not as good as those monsters and geeks, he is not ordinary. After many years of practice, no one except Mo Sang knows how far he has reached in martial arts.
That sword was struck with a top-quality sword, and its power should not be underestimated.
The tea table was cut into two halves, but when the sword energy hit Lei Niu's back, the old swordman couldn't help but be stunned. Lei Niu's scarred back was not exposed to the flesh. This kind of hard-qi kung fu couldn't help but
Jaw-dropping.
"Walk."
Lei Niu uttered a word, Zhu Jiannan understood the meaning, patted his shoulder lightly to warn him, then opened his fan, smiled at Jian Lao, and went out.
Jian Lao pressed forward with his strength, and his figure flashed in an attempt to intercept Zhu Jiannan, but Lei Niu stood in front of him, so how could he succeed.
Seeing the wind coming from the big hand of Thunder Cow Pu Fan, Jian Lao couldn't help but stop his steps and moved his sword sideways to block it.
As the saying goes, no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. But when Lei Niu's slap came, Xi Ming's sword injury was abruptly photographed, but the result was not what Jian Lao expected, Lei Niu's palm was cut in half. Jian Lao was like
After being hit by a bull, even though the force of the body sank, it was still knocked away. Fortunately, although Jianlao was old, his body was no worse than that of a young man. He knocked down the screen, and apart from the pain in his skin and flesh, he felt no other discomfort.
The old man soothed his shins, then swung his sword, and his expression changed again, from the gentle and kind old man to a villain who didn't care about life or death.
"It turns out that there are waves of masters and juniors in the world. As expected, I am an old man from the countryside, ignorant and ignorant. But now that I have made a decision and people have come, it is not good to leave before the things are done. Baby, bear with me.
Got it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ximing Sword emitted black energy, which was even worse than what Mo Ming had emitted that day. The speed of Jian Lao's movement made Lei Niu couldn't help but be on guard. He could be on guard, but he could stay on guard.
If I can't help it, I'll say something else. Jian Lao slashed through with his sword, but Lei Niu narrowly avoided it. The master made a move, but it failed, and he still had a back-up move. As expected, Jian Lao used the inertia of his sword to turn around and kick him.
Thunder cow.
I thought that since Lei Niu was indestructible, Jian Lao's kick would not harm him, but the reality was that Lei Niu, a tall man, was kicked out by Jian Lao's kick and hit the wall directly.
Thunder Niu climbed out of the wall, and there was already a big crater in the wall behind him. He shook off the dust on his body, raised his breath, stamped his foot, and shouted loudly.
That shout was like the roar of Pulao, deafening. Not to mention that Jian Lao was shocked by the shout, the guards outside the house were also preparing to rush in. But Zhu Jiannan outside the house was sitting on an imperial chair at the moment.
He also held a polite child in his arms, as if a rich man had nothing to do and was basking in the sun in the yard in a daze.
The guards were frightened, but His Royal Highness was calm and content, as if the danger had nothing to do with him.
The battle situation in the room became more and more anxious, but the situation was very different from what Zhu Jiannan had guessed. The more Jian Lao fought, the braver he became, and his sword became sharper. Lei Niu began to struggle, and could only barely parry, and even started to pant slightly.
"Hongmeng Tianren?"
When Lei Niu spoke, he still had only half a sentence that seemed to others to be unfinished. Jian Lao understood this sentence clearly, and he was asking about his own cultivation. Jian Lao waved his sword again. Although he looked calm and calm at the moment,
, but the real situation is that the hukou is already in pain. If this Xindu man is not dealt with quickly, I am afraid that my old bones will be too much to bear.
"Is state so important? It doesn't matter if you can win, win, or kill, it's okay for me!"
After he finished speaking, his momentum changed again. Lei Niu couldn't help but frown and opened his eyes angrily. He thought he had seen it wrong. What he saw in his eyes was that the room began to slowly darken. It wasn't that there was not enough light, but a faint light began to flow in the room.
Ink color.
"Sentimental swordsmanship - a piece of paper can speak a thousand words!"
It's also interesting, even though the sword master is like this, he always announces the move before launching a fierce move, as if he is afraid that others will not know the name of the sword move.
As the sword moved forward, the faint ink color around it began to condense and turned into thousands of ink-colored sharp blades. Then the Ximing Sword swung downwards, and those ink-colored sharp blades flew towards Thunder Niu with the sound of wind.
How could Lei Niu have seen such a posture before? He had seen the Mo family's Mo Yu sword technique many times, but he had never seen this move before. Those seemingly invisible ink-colored sharp blades pierced his body, but this time the feeling was different from before.
, he started to bleed. Thunder Niu’s hard energy skills were actually broken?
But if you look closely, you can see that those wounds are really unnecessary. When the ink-colored sharp blade stabs Thunder Niu's body, the wounds are
There is no difference between the blood and the blood exploded by the embroidery needle. The blood is just drop after drop of blood, and it is also because of the quantity that it looks a bit tragic.
Lei Niu shouted loudly, then straightened up, and those black sharp blades were instantly shaken away by the energy dissipated by Lei Niu. At the same time, Jian Lao walked unsteadily, stepped back a few steps, pressed his sword to the ground, and then pressed down with his left hand
It hit my heart, my throat felt sweet, and I spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Lei Niu also knew that Jian Lao was a man who should not be underestimated, so when he asked, his voice was as loud as a bell.
"Your Highness!"
Others didn't understand what it meant, but Zhu Jiannan who was outside the room naturally understood. He couldn't help but frown, and his eyes couldn't help but show doubts. Naturally, he didn't know who Jian Lao was, he just thought he was a respected guest of the Mohist family, nothing more.
.
Lei Niu's character is very clear. Although Zhu Jiannan was puzzled, he agreed: "Yes!"
Hearing His Highness the Crown Prince's response, Lei Niu closed his eyes, and then took another step to the side with his right foot. With that foot, the stone slab shattered.
Make fists with both hands and cross them in front of your chest, then say "drink", and at the same time throw your fists to both sides with great momentum.
"die!"
Lei Niu uttered such a word again. This word was not a joke. Mr. Jian would not think that such a taciturn young man would still joke when he was fighting to the death. Observe carefully, and sure enough, the aura of this Xindu man had changed, and there was a
The oppressive feeling can't help but make it difficult to breathe.
Jian Lao stabilized his body and stood upright, then Xi Mingjian stood upright, and his eyes gained another three points of charm.
"I can only kill four people in my life. Today I planned to kill Zhu Jiannan to get one hand, but now it seems that one hand will be more."
"Just cut off one of your fingers."
If Zhu Jiannan had heard these words, he would have burst out laughing. Unexpectedly, this mute Lei could still laugh and joke, even during this life-and-death fight.
Jian Lao stopped talking nonsense, and his figure flashed behind Lei Niu. He stabbed out with his sword, not at the back of his heart, but at the right side of his waist. Lei Niu sensed something was wrong with his aura. Jian Lao never expected that Lei Niu would be like this.
He was a giant, but his movements were not slow. Jian Lao thrust out his sword, and he had already turned around. He was surprised that Thunder Niu's movements were not slow either, but only half a beat too slow.
A trace of blood.
Is this a success?
If he really succeeds, Jian Lao won't frown like that.
All Jian Lao could do was to add a little more strength with one step to distance himself from Lei Niu. But his assassin's flaw had already been caught by Lei Niu, and he saw Lei Niu clasping his fists together like a hammer and smashing down.
Jian Lao couldn't dodge, and was directly hit by Thunder Niu's hammer on his lower back. The pain made him groan. Fortunately, when Lei Niu struck again, Jian Lao rolled to distance himself from him, although he avoided it.
He was destined to be hammered again, but the pain in his lumbar vertebrae made it take a lot of effort for him to stand up.
Jian Lao couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Sure enough, there are too many evildoers and geeks in the world outside. If I had come out to make a living a few years ago, I might have fallen."
"not late."
Lei Niu uttered two words again. He now really looked like a prehistoric murderer, which was terrifying.
Jian Lao spread his left hand and was about to cut his palm with his sword, but he felt something fishy and sweet in his mouth, so he breathed out and spit out a mouthful of blood on the Ximing Sword.
The style of the Ximing Sword is not like a martial sword, but more like a literary sword. Originally it was only stained with a few drops of blood, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, the whole sword no longer looked like a scholar.
Although he has drawn blood, the power of Mo Yu's sword technique has greatly increased, but he has no choice but to say that he is not a Mo family member, and the sword in his hand is not Mo Yu's sword. No matter how much blood is applied, the true power of the sword technique cannot be exerted.
But this is enough to deal with Thunder Bull.
"Sentimental swordsmanship - I will live up to you!"
It was Mo Yu's sword move that Lei Niu had never seen before. But when Jian Lao called out the name of the sword move, there was no bells and whistles. He just saw the old man holding the sword and running towards him.
Then the two of them fought, Lei Niu blocked with both arms, and struck with both fists. Jian Lao stabbed, slashed, and slashed with each sword, and each sword would find flaws in Lei Niu's movements. If Lei Niu was an ordinary martial artist, he would be tough.
Kung Fu is not so terrifying. I think I have died thousands of times.
But it was helpless, even though Jian Lao used his sword skillfully and hit every hit with his sword, Lei Niu only had a few small wounds on his body.
Just when Lei Niu was about to catch Jian Lao's move, Jian Lao's knee had already pushed up. It was an ordinary flying kick. Jian Lao's knee directly hit Lei Niu's chin, kicking Lei Niu away again.
The same wall as before sank in next to the human-shaped hole that was smashed out.
Although Jian Lao succeeded, his end was even more tragic than Thunder Niu.
His right knee was broken.
Thunder Niu climbed out again, dusted himself off like a normal person, twisted his neck, and looked at Jian Lao's embarrassed appearance, but he was not at all proud.
He spoke, but this time he didn't say a word. He said: "Why?"
Why are you seeking death? Can't you live a good life?"
Jian Lao found an undamaged chair and sat down. He kept panting. Was he really old and useless?
He bent down and reached out to grab the pot of tea that Zhu Jiannan had brewed. He held the handle and lifted it up. He wanted to take a few sips directly into the teapot, but unfortunately, the teapot cracked when he lifted it up.
The tea soup inside immediately fell to the ground, and a faint fragrance of tea filled the air. Inhaling it, it was refreshing.
Jian Lao couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Oh, at the end, I can't even drink a sip of tea."
Lei Niu did not take advantage of the situation, but still stood there and asked again: "I will ask His Highness the Crown Prince to let you go."
When he heard that his opponent was going to let him go, Jian Lao sighed helplessly, and then said: "His Royal Highness, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a misfortune to have you as a guard."
Lei Niu was confused and looked at Jian Lao.
Jian Lao was also somewhat satisfied with this Thunder Niu, and then said: "Young man, you are the personal bodyguard of His Highness, how can you be merciful to someone who has evil intentions towards His Highness?"
Lei Niu nodded, and then said: "Then I will kill you."
When Jian Lao heard this, he laughed, and then said: "Okay, okay, okay, it's a pity. Today I'm here to kill Zhu Jiannan. If you kill him, the Zhu and Mo families will be separated. But if you don't kill him, Ming'er,
Ming'er's tomorrow, every day in Ming'er's life, will be more dangerous. Therefore, I can't die yet, I can only kill you first."
Then Lei Niu nodded and said: "But you can't kill me."
"Oh? Then, let's try it."
Jian Lao stood up. Sure enough, although he had some skills, without the practical experience of Xiao Ruge and Xiao Moming, he would have lacked that experience after all. It would be like having a treasure bow in hand but not being able to shoot accurately.
, is also meaningless.
Jian Lao dragged his nearly crippled right leg and limped towards Thunder Niu, who also walked towards him slowly.
Lei Niu swung his fist, and Jian Lao swung his sword. But this sword move made Lei Niu stunned. When the sword was swung out, the aura was like an overwhelming force, and Lei Niu was forced to take a few steps back.
There is only one sword, but there are two pairs of fists.
Lei Niu's right fist caught the sword move and was directly connected with a left fist. The punch was so fierce that if it was hit in the chest, he would probably be beaten to death.
But the sword that was obviously blocked slipped over again and struck Thunder Niu's left wrist with a slash.
Thunder Niu's left hand dropped directly as if it had been hit by a heavy object.
After all, he is a fighter who has been fighting for his life in a cage. No matter how tight he is step by step, he will never let go of a chance to strike.
Lei Niu's free right fist struck again with the force of the wind, hitting Jian Lao's left cheekbone.
But the Ximing Sword was so strange that it slid over again and hit again. This time, the hit was on the wrist of Lei Niu's right fist. It also felt like being hit by a heavy blunt object. Lei Niu's right fist was directly hit by
The chopper was thrown back, and a "crack" sound was heard as the bones twisted. I was afraid that my right arm was directly twisted.
If it were an ordinary person, if his arm was sprained, he would naturally lose strength in an instant. But unfortunately, this person is not an ordinary person, he is a Thunder Bull.
Immediately, the muscles of his right arm began to squirm. With a strong thrust, the veins popped out and the blood vessels stood out like a horned dragon. His right fist struck again, still hitting Jian Lao's left cheekbone.
But the Ximing Sword struck again as before, with the same crushing power.
Punch after punch, sword after sword.
The two of them kept going back and forth in that area of three or four steps. Lei Niu kept punching, and similarly, Lei Niu kept getting beaten.
Lei Niu took a few steps back and distanced himself from Jian Lao. His wrist was slashed by twenty or thirty swords, but there were no wounds, only bruises.
"Do you really want to die?"
Hearing such a sentence, Jian Lao could not help but be stunned again. Is it possible that he is still hiding something in this life?
He cheerfully asked: "Young man, if you don't push hard, even if I only have one leg, it shouldn't be difficult to catch up with Zhu Jiannan, a sick boy like me."
Lei Niu still made the same move as before, stepping to one side with his right foot and stepping on the gravel. He crossed his arms on his chest and then threw them to both sides with a shout.
Thunder Niu's aura changed again, this time, the charm exuded by his eyes was breathtaking.
When their eyes met, Jian Lao could not help but feel his heart tremble.
Although he has no experience in martial arts, Jian Lao was born in the Mo family, and the things he has seen and learned make him mentally strong.
He stabilized his thoughts and held the Ximing Sword tightly in his hand again.
Although he held it tightly, his right arm began to tremble, and the tiger's mouth was red and slightly swollen.
Thunder Bull did not take action, but turned its head upward and began to roar.
In that roar, there was anger, unwillingness, hatred, and hundreds of thoughts, all in one roar.
Zhu Jiannan, who was outside the house, heard this roar and couldn't help but sigh, as if saying to himself: "King Kong's angry eyes are hard to deal with."