Chun Zhao didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. He would only think that these people in ordinary clothes were masters of martial arts who could crush him. But the deacon said that it seemed that things were not the same.
The white-haired old man took out a pole from the wheelbarrow behind him, then used his palms hard, and the pole was reduced to pieces.
There is actually a sword that is over three feet tall hidden inside this pole. This sword is not glamorous, but it looks like it has been around for a long time, revealing a hint of patina.
The moment the white-haired old man held the sword in his hand, the people behind him took out swords of different styles from various places on the small wheelbarrow and also held them in their hands. Seeing this scene, the soldiers guarding the city drew their swords out of their sheaths for fear that the situation would go wrong.
, formed a circle and trapped all the people in it.
He cried silently and couldn't help but frown slightly. He was wearing a visor and could not be seen by others. But the worry revealed in his weathered eyes could be seen by ordinary people.
Not saying whether he could fight against these people, he only said that he could disperse these defenders with his own strength. Although he could not kill all of them, it was not difficult to come and go freely.
"You all retreat, guard the city gate and protect the people. It is your duty."
Ordinary soldiers don't know who this boy in black is, but how can someone like the captain who guards the city not know how noble this gentleman is?
Now that the Lord has spoken, the captain who guards the city also begins to order the soldiers to perform their duties and not to mess around.
Seeing the actions of the city guards, the white-haired old man also stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "My little friend, you have really been in the world for a long time. Don't you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world?"
With tears in his eyes, he crossed his sword. At this moment, he wished that he was holding the long sword Ruge in his right hand, and in his left sleeve, there was the short sword Black Mountain Fenghe with black and golden patterns.
If you have this pair of long and short swords in your hands, all of you don't have to worry.
But thoughts are just thoughts after all, and the black sword in his hand is still too ordinary.
"Under the command of the third prince, General Xuanwu Ye Guangji is here. Who dares to step forward and die!"
Third prince?
General Xuanwu?
Most of the soldiers guarding the city were young and didn't know what these meant.
Tears silently believed that the white-haired old man understood what General Xuanwu meant. The white-haired old man was also stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and said: "No wonder, little friend, no, it's time to say we are the same. You can recognize us, think about it like this
, it’s not surprising. It’s a pity that the Third Prince is in the past after all, and the Four Elephants generals should also be lost in history.”
"Just give it a try."
Tears silently raised his left hand, slowly took off his mask, and placed it on his lower back.
As soon as the words fell, the black clothes moved, the cold light followed the light and shadow, and the blood fell, no one knew it.
"Anyone who invades Lincheng will be killed!"
With just one strike of the sword, one of the white-haired old man's arms was severed, and the arm that was severed was the right arm holding the sword.
The white-haired old man saw his arms separated, and the pain was far less than the surprise. How could he have expected that the power of this Xuanwu warrior was no less powerful than the legendary one.
Everyone behind the white-haired old man also moved, with different moves and the same target, except for the boy in black in front of him.
If you are fighting alone, I won't be afraid of Silent Tears, but facing this group of masters with good abilities, you really have to be careful every step of the way.
In the past, the three princes had four generals: the green dragon was good at planning, the white tiger was brave and invincible, the red bird was good at fighting in groups, and the Xuanwu was invisible to people, could look like a ghost at night, and could stab people in the daytime, so that no one could see it.
But after all, those were the old days, and people were no longer young. Even though they were not ordinary mortal warriors and had few opponents in the world, they would still be defeated by time in the end.
The sword strike that chopped off the white-haired old man was simple but very costly. He was also surrounded and intercepted by a group of swordsmen. He cried silently and realized that if he continued tossing like this, he would be consumed sooner or later.
If he had used Yi Shuihan's skills, he might have been able to draw a draw with these guys, but in the end of the battle, he would be the one who would be defeated.
Bole is no longer here, and a thousand-mile horse draws the ground as a prison.
One day he will step on the cage with his hooves to show the best horses in the world what a divine horse is.
"Heishan is impermanent, and people from Yang will not return if they leave."
Tears silently distanced himself from the swordsmen, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a strange smile. Looking at his eyes, they were bloodshot.
"Turtles and snakes walk on the road to the underworld, and they are killed and robbed by the sword."
Seeing the changes in his eyes, murderous intent permeated the air, even if the white-haired old man lost his arm, he would not be one-tenth as scared as seeing these eyes.
The black shadow disappeared again, but the white-haired old man could not detect the direction of Silent Tears. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he was already three or four feet away to his right. Then he heard a scream, and a strong man beside him held his right hand tightly.
since
His left wrist. His palm was completely cut off.
Staring at those eyes again, the bloodshotness became even more bloodshot.
"The heaven and earth are devoid of righteousness, and demons and ghosts are against the Lord of Yin."
As soon as the words fell, Ming Ming stood there crying silently, but the figure gradually faded until it completely disappeared.
The white-haired old man began to panic. He shook his head from side to side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw silent tears falling behind him on the left side. It was still the same pair of eyes, more red than white, with dilated pupils. That way, he looked like a hanged ghost.
There was another scream, and it was the same strong man who had lost his left hand, and his left forearm had also been neatly cut off. The big man's body was in pain, and his heart was even more painful. Why did it happen to him once and twice? I should have known this was the case.
, you shouldn’t stand next to the elders.
It was also because of Silence of Tears's terrifying ghost-like aura that the people who were watching the show didn't dare to watch the show like they did when the fisherman, woodcutter, and farmer came to the city last time. They dispersed early and hid far away.
Most people left, but there were always some who were watching the excitement and were not afraid of trouble, so they sneaked around in nooks and crannies.
"Chivalrous singing and singing without caring about the common people."
Hearing the tears and silently reciting another sentence, not to mention the white-haired old man and the miserable strong man, the other swordsmen were also frightened.
But fear is useless if you don't face it.
There was another scream, and the strong man was really in pain. His remaining left arm was gone, the whole root was gone.
Killing people with no more than a nod, such torture and humiliation, is really not what a serious person would do.
Tears without sound this time walked slowly from a position about ten feet in front of the swordsmen. He swung the sword in his hand and shook off the blood on the sword.
"Do you want to continue?"
Tears Silently did not continue to recite the poem. When he asked, the white-haired old man actually lost a bit of fear, as if he had discovered something. But Tears Silently's eyes were completely blood red, and the pupils shrank, like a brown bead dropped on the blood.
In the beach.
The white-haired old man looked at the handsome young man on his right, just smiled and said nothing.
This handsome young man walked out from among the swordsmen, holding the sword in his backhand. He was not in a hurry to strike, but instead bowed respectfully and politely.
"Senior is a fellow disciple and knows that he is not worthy in this world, but what he did was too aggressive and offending!"
The handsome young man held the sword in his right hand again and assumed an attacking posture.
The tears were silent and the body did not move. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he was really not good at fighting for a long time. His body functions exploded in an instant, killing a person in ten steps, and then he walked away. But after that, there would always be a period of time when his body was weak and weak, and he could let others go.
fish meat.
The handsome young man didn't give him a chance, and thrust out his sword. The wind and clouds moved, and the sword was as powerful as a giant beast from the wild.
"Guangji, take the sword!"
The sound came, and two cold lights shot from a distance, flying straight towards Tears without Sound.
This voice was too familiar to Lei Wusheng, and he liked it too much. He let go of his right hand, and the black sword in his hand fell to the ground. Then he raised his hands upward, and a white light came, and he clenched his hands tightly.
Looking again, Lei Wusheng already held two swords, one long and one short. The short sword in his left hand was completely black and decorated with golden lines, and the long sword in his right hand was as bright as snow and extremely holy.
The handsome young man didn't know what the two swords were and he was just thinking about himself. He just wanted to kill the boy in black with his sword, and he would have finished the matter long ago.
The long swords faced each other, and there was a sound of metal clashing. Although they were different in stature, it was hard to tell the winner when the two swords were locked in a duel. The handsome young man was about to change his moves, but he felt his neck go cold, and then gradually feel warm again.
I felt my body was weak, my eyes were dizzy, I tilted to one side, and finally I closed my eyes.
Tears without sound, however, maintained the posture of holding the long sword against each other and killing with the dagger. His eyes had returned to brightness, and no longer had the ghostly red eyes, which looked extremely terrifying.
Lian Wusheng's tone was a bit disdainful, but her voice was like his, even if it was gentle, it was ugly.
"Xuanwu War General Ye Guangji comes again, who dares to step forward and die!"
The white-haired old man knew that he was no match, so he had no choice but to collect the corpses of the handsome young man and the middle-aged man with a beard and leave hastily.
He was ordinary when he came, and he was embarrassed when he left.
Look back with a fierce look, without any verbal provocation.
If you offend the Immortal, you will eventually be doomed. No matter how many more days you are allowed to suffer, it is a pity that two disciples are dead and a good seedling is wasted. The gain outweighs the loss.
After all the swordsmen left Jinling City, he couldn't hold on without crying anymore. With a plop, he fell face-on to the ground. Others wanted to hold him up, but they didn't have the ability to shrink down in one step, so they could only watch him fall.
Chun Zhao also slowed down a little and felt more comfortable. After all, his body was half disabled, and he was dragging one leg when he walked. When he reached the side of Lei Wushen, a girl in white was already squatting beside Lei Wusheng.
Chun Zhao was about to salute, but was stopped by a gesture from the girl in white.
"today
Come on, you no longer need to participate in things in the sect, just practice well in the sect, and I will give you guidance from time to time."
Chun Zhao was stunned, and the world laughed. Was this deacon talking to him? Then, he was ecstatic in his heart.
If others knew Chun Zhao's identity, they would also wonder why a disciple of Zhuge Sword Master would go to the territory of King Jinling to learn swordsmanship. Wouldn't this be a slap in Zhuge Sword Master's face?
But others are others after all, and it is precisely because Chun Zhao is Zhuge Ding's disciple that he will not learn swordsmanship from Zhuge Ding, nor from other characters in Muhan Tower, such as Hei Bai Wuchang, the two big men in the world.
sword.
When I woke up with silent tears, I was lying on the bed. The high bed and soft pillows were quite comfortable.
The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was naturally his long-time partner and fellow sufferer Tian Di Xiao. When Tian Di Xiao woke up with tears in his eyes, he was both happy and angry.
Just listen to Tiandixiao complaining: "You are already an old man and you are still restless. How anxious are you to seek death?"
Although he was blaming me, his tears were silent but his face was full of smiles. If his voice could sound nicer at this moment, then his explanations and comforting words would be more comforting.
Tears silently opened her mouth, her voice still hoarse and harsh. Fortunately, the other person was Tiandixiaoxiao. After spending countless years together, she had already become accustomed to the rather special voices of the people around her.
"Those people shouldn't have come. The Third Prince was kind and didn't completely erase Black Mountain from the territory of Daye Empire. I thought those people would be at ease, but they still came."
Tiandixiao also sighed and said: "But you came from Montenegro after all, and I was picked up by you from Montenegro."
"Even so, Montenegro is Montenegro after all, and it is impossible for the people of Montenegro to change their temper."
Tiandixiao burst into laughter suddenly, and looked puzzled with tears in his eyes. Then after hearing Tiandixiao's words, he was also extremely embarrassed.
"Who says it's impossible for people in Montenegro to change their temperament? Why don't you just change your temperament by following the third prince and your three brothers and sisters who are allied with blood?"
Yes, the third prince, and the eldest brother Lingweiyang, the second brother Bai Zhaorui, the third sister Chi Jinu, and the fifth brother Hanjuan who lost his life as soon as he entered the battlefield rashly. Their former identities
Why, except for the third prince who knew very well, the five brothers and sisters would never check on each other.
In those days, although we really hung our heads on our belts, how could we not miss them even so?
"Xiaoxiao, do you miss the old days?"
Tears suddenly asked this question, and Tiandixiao didn't know how to answer. After a long silence, Tiandixiao shook his head and said: "Although the days with them are cool and unrestrained, they are not long after all. At that time, the seven of us died.
Five of them were killed and one was disabled. If it weren’t for you, I would have died in Montenegro a long time ago. Why do you suddenly ask like this?”
Tears sighed silently and said: "Somehow, I feel a little uneasy. I always feel that the chaos of the Third Prince's era is coming again."
Tiandixiao laughed again and said: "These are just your random guesses. The chaos of that era had prerequisites for chaos. You just met a group of comrades today. Do you really think you are like this..."
···”
The joke suddenly stopped in the middle of the joke. She looked at Cai Wusheng cautiously, knowing that she had said the wrong thing, and her face turned slightly red. Cai Wusheng smiled, as if he didn't care.
"Yes, how can there be so many Immortal slaves like us? I should be overthinking it. Besides, that group of people can't even defeat me, let alone make the era chaotic."
Tiandixiao also forced a smile and echoed "That's right."
Having said that, I cried silently and was still worried, but I couldn't let my emotions show on my face.
Xiannu, Xiannu!
Just like the Tianxia Sword Sect is divided into heavenly immortals and earthly warriors, although the earthly warriors don't want to say this, after all, they are just the slaves of the Tianxia Sword Sect in the earthly world.
With silent tears, he recalled the first half of his life, the life before he met the third prince.
He knew very well the capabilities of people like them, because people like them had received a little bit of guidance from the immortals, and it would not be too difficult to kill secular warriors of the same level.
What’s more, there were immortal slaves from the first level of the Great Desolate Realm who tortured and killed masters from the second and third levels of the Hongmeng Realm.
"Xiaoxiao, I'm thinking about something, but when I think about it, it doesn't seem right."
Tiandixiao heard that Tears silently changed the subject, and immediately asked him what was embarrassing him.
"If we leave Yi Shuihan, before that I will hand over some of Xian Nu's cultivation methods to Yi Shuihan, which may help Yi Shuihan create a few more masters of the same level..."