The thunder cow's aura at this moment was terrifying, and Jian Lao felt like a little ghost at the feet of the Heavenly King in the Great Hall.
"Then let's do the last sword."
As he finished speaking, Jian Lao's robe, which was originally as white as snow, now turned into a light ink color. Not only did the robe change color, but his whole body also exuded the same light ink color aura.
Thunder Niu still has sharp eyes and no fear.
He just thinks that the world outside Xindu is really interesting. Fighting between warriors is not about you punching and me kicking. It is obviously a sword, but it can be cultivated to a power that is unmatched by bows and crossbows.
That's all. Is the light ink color on the old man's body today also made of sword energy?
Lei Niu actually began to want to join Yi Shuihan to practice the ancient sword manual. Perhaps only in this way can his Buhen sword truly show its edge.
It was still Jian Lao who made the first move, and the Xi Ming Sword wrapped in light ink looked like Mo Yu's sword that had been opened.
Its power is like thunder.
Its power is like the sky.
Lei Niu did not dare to punch directly this time and crossed his arms to block the sword.
The sword passed by, and Thunder Niu crossed his arms, and his left forearm was cut open. The skin was torn and the flesh was dripping with blood.
This time the blood was bleeding, and Lei Niu couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.
Thunder Niu's body is covered with old scars, but these scars were all formed before he was twenty years old.
After twenty years, I only got injured once in the fighting arena.
The one who hurt him was a masked swordsman, the one he is still seeking revenge on.
His swordsmanship is fierce, with no unnecessary movements in every move.
It was also that time that His Royal Highness became a madman.
"Your Highness..."
Lei Niu thought of the man who was kind to him. His smile was like a spring breeze, and his words were polite and approachable.
If it weren't for that man, he Lei Niu wouldn't always be by Zhu Jiannan's side.
If it weren't for that man, he, Lei Niu, wouldn't have practiced martial arts hard, just so that when he found that man, he could kill him with one sword or one punch.
"The unity of heaven and earth..."
Jian Lao couldn't understand Lei Niu's words. Your Highness is Zhu Jiannan? Heaven and earth are harmonious, but the journey of the great road is the same, and the world is the same?
Does Zhu Jiannan have such a character?
After all, Jian Lao has little experience in the world. He is fighting life and death. His opponent is very powerful, so how can he be distracted for a moment? This distraction will only cost him his life.
"Hello."
The sound of Thunder Niu was heard, which brought back Jian Lao's thoughts. Only then did Jian Lao realize how dangerous it was just now, and he couldn't help but look at Thunder Niu with a smile on his face.
This Xindu man was also upright. At this time, he directly punched him, splitting his brain and ending the matter early. It was the guard's fault.
Jian Lao smiled happily again, and then said: "You call me Xiao Lei, right? Xiao Lei, I said before that as your highness's bodyguard, it is your proper job to eliminate danger as early as possible."
"Take advantage of others' danger."
Hearing Lei Niu's answer, Jian Lao smiled even more. But at this moment, there was a sudden thunder, and then a bright light flashed outside the house.
Zhu Jiannan, who was outside the house, suddenly shrank his neck, and the experts protecting Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but move, fearing that a group of experts would suddenly appear from unknown places and assassinate him.
There is a strange phenomenon today, what is it? It is almost evening, the sky is getting dark, this thunder and lightning is coming with great caution.
The place where the lightning struck was actually the room they were guarding.
The lightning strike penetrated the roof and shot straight into the house.
As for the two people in the room, Lei Niu retreated quickly, protecting his chest and head with his arms. On the other hand, Jian Lao had a blank look on his face, and then he became calm and composed again.
Xi Ming's sword swung upwards, and sure enough, the bull's-eye of that thunder and lightning was none other than Jian Lao.
The light ink that originally filled the room also gathered and converged on the tip of the Ximing Sword. Before it could all gather, the thunder and lightning had already fallen and hit the Ximing Sword.
The thunder and lightning followed the Ximing Sword and poured directly into Jian Lao's body. The strong current immediately paralyzed his body, making it difficult to move.
Jian Lao bent his left leg and knelt on one knee. Fortunately, the sword in his hand was Ximing, so it was not destroyed by lightning. He used the sword to support the ground, and then vomited out a mouthful of black blood.
Jian Lao looks like this now, with his robes burned and his hair messy. If you look at his old face, an ordinary person can tell that it is already full of death energy.
Jian Lao's mouth was full of blood, and he was laughing. Thunder Niu also walked over slowly, and the two looked at each other.
"You can win."
Hearing Lei Niu's sudden words, and looking at the current situation, Jian Lao smiled again, but it was a helpless and bitter smile.
"Maybe, I still haven't learned how to fight after all. Damn it, Xiao Lei, can you tell me what kind of kung fu you practice?"
Lei Niu knew that if he didn't open the door, Zhu Jiannan wouldn't let anyone break in no matter what happened in the house. He sat cross-legged and sat on the sword
Old side.
Lei Niu looked up at the pierced roof. There was no clear sky above, and there were still dark clouds.
"Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation?"
"Yes, this is the fifth level of heavenly catastrophe. It is said that there are three. I never thought that the first thunder and lightning would not be able to survive." Jian Lao coughed a few more times, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and waited for it to stabilize.
After losing his breath, he continued, "Xiao Lei, can you help me make another cup of tea? Just make the first cup."
Lei Niu nodded, and then started to work. He got a new teapot, lit the coal stove, and used the old white tea in the red pine box.
About a quarter of an hour passed peacefully, and the tea was ready. Lei Niu poured a full cup for Jian Lao and handed it to him.
When Jian Lao saw it, he couldn't help but frown, and then he smiled and said: "Xiao Lei, you are respectful with wine and bully with tea. Are you in a hurry to drive me away?"
It is true to say so, but Jian Lao thought about it again and realized that it is also true.
"Yes, it's time for me to leave. If you encounter someone like me in the future who approaches His Highness, kill him first."
They were originally life-and-death rivals, but now the older one is teaching the younger one. This scene is also quite interesting.
Jian Lao took the cup of tea that was about to overflow from Lei Niu's hand. He brought the tea cup closer and the aroma of the tea was even more tempting. Even though his mouth was full of blood, he could smell the tea aroma and Jian Lao couldn't help but swallow.
Bring it to your mouth, take a slight sip, and feel the hot tea scalding your mouth. Smash it, because this is the first tea to be brewed, and the old white tea that has not been washed and brewed will have some mixed flavors after all.
Having said that, good tea is good tea after all. Even though it tastes bitter in the mouth, if it stays in your mouth for a long time, the sweet taste will be really intoxicating.
It's a pity, God always makes fun of you.
Jian Lao was shocked by an electric shock and his body was paralyzed. It was rare to be able to hold a tea cup, but it was still difficult to control this physical body freely.
When the tea cup came to my mouth again, my hand shook unsatisfactorily, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.
The good tea in the cup has been spilled. Jian Lao looked at his hands and wanted to open his fists, but he couldn't.
Such a simple action is actually beyond control.
Lei Niu immediately filled another cup, but thinking of what Jian Lao had just said, he poured out some more tea. He handed the tea to Jian Lao's mouth, preparing to feed Jian Lao to drink the cup of tea.
Jian Lao looked at Thunder Niu, smiled happily, but shook his head.
Fortunately, I can still move my neck and speak with my mouth.
"Xiao Lei, since God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, then so be it. People do things and don't do things. Since my deadline is today, you might want to talk to me about how you can't make a living in the outside world with such skills.
, but want to stay with His Highness? Is it fame? Or fortune? "
Lei Niu held the tea cup in his hand, and he looked at Jian Lao like this for a long time. Then Lei Niu raised the tea cup and drank the hot tea in one gulp, as if the tea soup had reached the right temperature and was no longer scalding.
"Monster, Your Highness took me in. Your Highness taught me, gave me clothes, gave me meat, and gave me a name."
Lei Niu talked and Jian Lao listened.
Although Lei Niu's way of speaking is a bit strange, he tried his best to speak clearly and clearly.
Jian Lao understood what Lei Niu said, but he didn't know that the His Highness he thought was completely different from the His Highness Lei Niu said.
"Because His Highness has given you dignity. Well, it's a blessing to live with dignity in this world. Thunder Niu, Lei Niu, is indeed a name that suits you. Xiao Lei, what was your previous name?"
Lei Niu was stunned, rolled his eyes, and nodded. Yes, Zhu Jianying gave him neither fame nor fortune, but the dignity of a human being.
"Shanuo is dead. I am Thunder Niu. I promise to protect them, Your Highness."
Jian Lao was confused by these words. Who did he promise Zhu Jiannan to protect?
Just to protect Zhu Jiannan? Or also Zhu Yinuo, or the Zhu family?
Although Jian Lao didn't fully understand, he still nodded and continued: "Xiao Lei, what do you think of the young prince? I'm talking about Zhu Yinuo, what do you think?"
I thought that Lei Niu would say something nice, flattering or flattering about his loyalty to Zhu Jiannan.
But Jian Lao forgot that the person sitting opposite him now was neither a retainer nor a retainer, but the Xindu general Lei Niu.
"Zhu Yinuo, no."
Hearing Lei Niu's answer, Jian Lao was stunned. No matter how he guessed, he would never have thought that Lei Niu's answer would be such a negative.
Jian Lao had never left Tianshui Villa before. This time, Mo Sang talked to him before leaving, saying that when Mo Ming broke through, the entire Mo family should also be liberated.
This so-called liberation naturally includes that Jian Lao's mission is completed, and he should use the remaining life to enjoy the freedom he should have.
Mr. Jian has seen many young people who come to Tianshui Villa, but apart from his own young owner, the one he has seen the most is Zhu Yinuo, the young prince of Jinling City.
Before the trip, Zhu Yinuo looked like a naughty monkey, but he had a good or bad character. Jian Lao thought that he was not wrong. But after all, his surname was Zhu, and he was the young prince of Jinling City. He was just a character, not qualified.
It’s hard to be king.
"So, how about Mo Ming?"
Jian Lao hesitated for a moment, and finally asked this question.
Lei Niu is Zhu Jiannan's personal guard, and his loyalty should be genuine. He thinks so highly of Zhu Jiannan, but he denies Zhu Yinuo. Then, how would he evaluate the praised Mo Ming?
Lei Niu thought for a while, but he wanted to say something but felt that what he wanted to say was not safe. But finally Lei Niu opened his mouth and listened to him: "Master Mo, good, very good, Mr. Mo is not Mr. Zhu."
Hearing Lei Niu's answer, Jian Lao laughed heartily.
Mo Ming is good, very good, but Mo Ming's surname is Mo, not Zhu.
So is Mo Ming better than Zhu Jiannan?
"So, who is better, Zhu Jiannan or Mo Ming?"
Jian Lao seemed to have no worries and asked this question. He is from the Mo family. Although the Mo family is in Lincheng, it does not belong to Lincheng. The same is true. Jian Lao cannot be regarded as a retainer of the Jinling Zhu family.
Since he is not considered a master or a servant, how can he be so rebellious?
Jian Lao waited quietly for Thunder Niu's answer for a quarter of an hour. A long time had passed since the thunder struck down. Jian Lao didn't know what Zhu Jiannan was thinking, and he hadn't led anyone to charge yet.
Come in.
But this is naturally good for him.
He knew that what he did today was a rash move, and he was already destined to die without rebirth, and he had a lot of bad luck. It coincided with the catastrophe, and it even accelerated the speed of death.
Lei Niu still answered, as if he had planned to be sincere with Jian Lao.
His words were still brief, even though they were brief, they were enough.
"Master Mo is not named Zhu."
Jian Lao laughed loudly, and this answer was enough.
Jian Lao rolled his eyes and asked again: "Xiao Lei, are you willing to protect Mo Ming?"
Lei Niu did not hesitate and shook his head directly. Jianlao was curious and asked him the reason.
Lei Niu spoke very quickly this time, without pausing, and said: "Young Master Mo is not His Highness."
"Then will you harm him?"
Lei Niu shook his head, his attitude was already obvious.
Jian Lao nodded, very satisfied, then exhaled a breath, looked at the Ximing Sword, and said: "Xiao Lei, do me one last favor. Help me throw this sword into the air, across the sky.
The higher the better.”
Jian Lao wanted to hand the Ximing Sword to Thunder Niu, but he had no choice. He couldn't even move his fingers, let alone pass the sword in such an arc.
Lei Niu didn't ask why, and directly picked up the Ximing Sword. His arm strength could bear the weight of a thousand kilograms of cauldron, and he threw the Ximing Sword directly along the roof hole where the sky thunder penetrated.
The Ximing Sword should have risen to the highest point and then dropped straight down, but this sword was also strange. It was suspended in the sky like that, with the sword's body shining with a faint white light.
Jian Lao looked up at Xi Mingjian and said sadly: "Go back, go back."
Xi Mingjian flashed white light again, and finally, as if he had made a decision, he quickly flew away from the place of right and wrong.
Jian Lao looked at Lei Niu again and said his last words: "I will not inflict any sin on you, Xiao Lei."
"I can."
There was determination in Lei Niu's eyes, but Jian Lao didn't know that even though he was once a Xindu slave and a fighter in the fighting ring, Lei Niu had not killed as many people as Jian Lao.
Jian Lao looked at Thunder Niu, but shook his head, and then saw that his body, which should have been paralyzed and unable to move, began to tremble. One after another, dark haloes of light came out, but the aura was not as sharp as before.
This breath is exceptionally gentle. It caresses a person's face, like a spring breeze.
The ink-colored halo changed from light to thick, then from thick to light, until finally it completely dissipated.
When everything returns to tranquility, look at Jianlao again, sitting still like an old monk, motionless.
Look at his old, weathered eyes, which are lifeless and hollow.
The wind that poured in through the holes in the roof blew Old Jian's messy hair and tattered robes. The wind blew into his eyes, but the old man did not move.
Those old eyes no longer have love or hate, and are no longer alive.
Lei Niu still sat cross-legged in front of Jian Lao, sitting like this for another quarter of an hour.
Lei Niu stood up, clasped his hands, bowed to Jian Lao, and then heard him roar: "Okay!"
Zhu Jiannan outside the house heard the words, understood the meaning, and said to the guard beside him: "You can go in."
When the guard was about to open the door, a ray of white light shot down from high in the sky and shot into the house through the hole in the roof that was struck by lightning that day. The guard was slightly startled, and then pushed his hand to open the door, but before he could touch the door, it creaked.
, but the door opened first.
When he saw the person coming out of the house, Zhu Jiannan's eyes widened in disbelief.
A handsome man in a black robe walked out of the house. He looked to be in his early twenties, and his profile was very similar to that of his cousin Mo Ming.
But Zhu Jiannan was certain that this person was not Mo Ming.
The man in black robe is also equipped with a sword, which is also a jet black sword, but that sword is not the Mo Yu sword of the Moh family.
The man in black robe spoke and heard him say: "Qi'er, are you afraid of death?"