If you either ordered or took action to hurt someone's brother, or even killed his brother, what would that person do? Obviously, Leng Buyu gave a good answer.
He fought all the way from the west of the city to the door of the main hall of the city lord's palace. His robe was stained with blood. When the soldiers guarding the door saw the blood, their palms became sweaty.
Leng Buyu smiled, and wiped the sword in his hand with his sleeve: "I'm sorry, I scared you two. Although a lot of people's blood was taken, Leng had no intention of killing, and those people were at most
Just cultivate yourself honestly for a year and a half and then you can go to the fields to farm."
"It's time to stop." He walked away in search of the sound. Bai Ling's nine arrows were only fifty steps away from the door. "The person who ordered Bai Ying to be removed was Bai Ling. The sword master wanted to take revenge, so he came for Bai Ling alone."
"The pretense does have the fearless kingly demeanor of the city lord. It's a pity. I'm silent and won't accept this trick." After saying that, three handfuls flew out from my chest, "簌", "簌" and "簌", breaking the wind.
The sound also hurts the ears.
Bai Ling waved his sleeves, and fourteen peacock darts were shot out. It took nine peacock darts to knock down three flying swords, and the remaining five flew straight towards Leng Buyu. This contemporary sword master did not dodge.
On the contrary, he went up to him and listened to his cold voice: "Many people in the world have commented that I am not worthy of the title of Sword Master. They joked that I cannot defeat any of the three fiercest men in the world, and the name of Sword Master should be earned by Zhong Xihou."
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The middle finger and index finger of his right hand merged together, and with a strong wave, a sword energy was emitted. The sword energy was even stronger than the two swords in his hands. The peacock darts fell to the ground after a few crisp sounds, "Then from your Bai Bai
Starting from Ling, I will let the world of martial arts know who is the real sword master!"
The black and white swords were on sale. When he slashed again, Bai Ling stopped dodging and calmly closed his eyes. Who would have expected that a "thud" sound would be like a sword striking a foot-thick black iron shield. Look.
Go, it’s the orange-robed man I saw at the gate of Hansu City before.
"Bailing Nine Arrows, Ziqi ordered me to come to Hancheng to take away Kao's treasured bow. Where is the bow?"
Not only did Bai Ling Jiujian express no thanks to the visitor, he also waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "How can I give the bow of the King of Flowers just as I say, whether it's a knight or a king, the bow of the King of Flowers, forgive Bai Ling for not obeying it."
His destiny."
When the orange-robed man who had just saved Bai Ling heard this, he didn't say anything and hit Bai Ling with his palm. There was another sword energy, and the back of the man's hand began to bleed. Looking back, Leng Buyu didn't seem to move.
It seemed to be moving again.
Ting Leng Buyu said with anger, "Which family raises evil animals, two people are fighting and they rush out and bite people randomly."
"Are you the child of the Leng family who is regarded as a sword master by ignorant people?" The man in orange robe said this. Leng Buyu was naturally furious, but he was also curious about what the tortoise-shell feeling just now was.
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"Hongmeng Xin, don't mess around. If you don't leave, don't blame Bai Ling for joining forces with the Sword Master to destroy you first."
Hongmeng Xin clenched his fist with his right hand and punched Leng Buyu involuntarily. Speaking of Leng Buyu, few people could match him in swordsmanship, but his biggest weakness was overconfidence and arrogance. Leng Buyu always believed that his fists and feet were his enemies.
But for weapons, this time was no exception. Hongmeng Xin's fist was approaching Leng Buyu, and the pressure felt like a heavy hammer was suffocating.
With a "whoosh", Hongmeng Xin's body flew out several feet, and he held a white feather arrow in his fist. Looking at Bai Ling again, he was still standing and holding the bow.
"I have kindly advised you. If you dare to act nonsense again, I will join forces with the Sword Master to destroy you first." He moved gently, and said,
Two arrows were already placed on the string, "Although Bai Ling can no longer be named Hua, but the Hua family has devoted more than 20 years of careful teaching, Bai Ling still remembers everything. His archery skills have only increased but not decreased!"
The Sword Master and the Arrow Master are close to each other and far away from each other. If they have a tacit understanding, their opponents will undoubtedly be a tragedy.
"I heard that when the country was founded, no one in the world could catch General Hua's arrow, so what about your arrow, Hua Wuxin?" After saying this, he let out a loud roar towards the sky, which shocked the birds and dispersed the clouds.
With a "whoosh", the arrow had left the string, but Hongmeng's heart had not moved. The arrow was within a distance of his palm, but it stopped. With a "ding", the arrow fell to the ground. Bai Ling's confusion at this moment was deeply understood by Leng Buyu.
Who is this Hongmeng Xin, and why does it always feel like his whole body is wrapped in copper and iron?
"With your current abilities, not to mention hurting me, it would be impossible to even get close to me!" There was another roar, this roar was quite unsettling and made people feel dizzy and dizzy.
"Wandering Monk's Pu Lao Fury! What is the origin of this Hongmeng Heart!" Leng Buyu recognized this roar. Yaowu once mentioned to him when he was drunk that there was a wandering monk with a good face and a shaky voice but no strength to tie a chicken.
Passing by a small village, the villagers treated him very well, offering him a meal and keeping him overnight. Unfortunately, bandits came into the village that night and burned him to death. The wandering monk took off his tattered cassock, kowtowed a few times to the west, and then faced the bandits.
With a roar, the bandits bled to death one after another.
The wandering monk separated the corpses of the bandits and buried them one by one. After chanting sutras for the bandits for forty-nine days, he went on a hunger strike under a pine tree. This unique skill was as rare as the Turtle Breathing Technique.
Leng Buyu looked at Bai Ling and asked, "Who is this?"
Bai Ling also shook his head and replied: "Who is he? Yan Yunqi also doesn't know his background. He often travels alone and is difficult to dispatch."
"It seems that I can't kill you today!" Leng Buyu shook hands with his swords, and King Kong stared at Hongmeng's heart angrily.
Before they could take action, Hongmeng Xin said something that made both of them stop: "Are you two going to go down in history as heroes, or are you going to be known as traitors before tea after dinner?"
"what for?"
Hong Mengxin chuckled a few times. The laughter was really unpleasant, so hoarse that it made people want to destroy their ears: "The six-city gambling game has begun, and you two are still fighting here. It seems that those gamblers should think again.
Bai Ling, King of Flowers' Bow!"
His momentum seemed as if no one else could resist, so he reached out to Bai Ling to ask for something, or he was giving an order.
"The Six-City Gambling Game!" The Six-City Gambling Game should not have started so soon, but Hongmeng Xin had already said it. The Six-City Gambling Game has begun. Leng Buyu clenched his sword, why Wuyou never mentioned the Six-City Gambling Game to him.
, but the six-city gambling game has already begun? Leng Buyu understood a little more, maybe it wasn't that Zun Wuyou didn't mention it, but that he had already made some moves.
"Since you have a guest, just come back and pick up the head in a few days." Leng Buyu's right hand became a claw, and the three daggers that fell on the ground flew back and were put into their sheaths one by one. Several swallows rose and fell,
No one was seen either.
The heroes who are famous in history and the grass bandits who are despised by everyone, in the final analysis, also mean the winner and the loser. Overthrowing a rule and failing is a suppressed riot. If it succeeds, it is considered an uprising. Similarly, if it fails, it should be regarded as an uprising.
There will be many suppressive generals in the court who will make meritorious service and become marquises. If they succeed, there will be many uprising and founding generals.
Which one is right and which one is wrong depends on one word.
Leng Buyu wouldn't understand that his fate had changed from the moment Hongmeng Xin appeared.
There was someone waiting for him at a pavilion thirty miles outside the city. The sun was very bright and low today, Leng Buyu had already rolled up his sleeves, his arms were strong and strong. After leaving Han City, including Leng Buyu
, and didn’t know what he was going to do. He only had one thought: to return to Muhan Tower, he wanted to find Zun Wuyou, and he wanted to know about the Six Cities Gambling Game.
It's the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind being cut.
He lay on the ground and rolled like a carp again. When he got up, he already had a sharp sword in his hand. He looked around and saw a man in black clothes with a ghostly face standing ten steps away.
"Be silent, right?"
"Who is your Excellency?" This kind of sword energy will not become popular in twenty or thirty years. Leng Buyu is regarded as a sword master, but even a sword master cannot use such sword energy. The person in front of him may have quit.
An expert in the world's strife, or an unknown person living in darkness.
"You know what? I don't know what? You are just a person who has sinned deeply and will not be accepted by hell." He broke off a branch, held it in his hand, and pointed at Leng Buyu, "Entrusted by an old friend, I came to take away what you have borne.
The Seven-Star Sword."
Leng Buyu drew out the black sword Pojun and the white sword Yingzhu again. With both swords in hand, he did not dare to neglect them.
"Heaven and Earth, Qian Kun? What about this?" The ghost face in black broke off another branch, as cold and silent, one on the left and one on the left, "Yi has Tai Chi, and two rituals are born. Movement is yang, silence is yin. The number is
Ten, the number is one hundred. The number is one hundred, the number is one thousand. Everything is created out of nothing, ruthless and endless..."
"Why do you know the seven-star swordsmanship..."
The ghost face in black no longer danced the branch in his hand. The branch in his left hand swayed gently in the air, as if he was stirring eggs with chopsticks. "When did the Liangyi sword technique become the Seven Star sword technique? Oh, no, the sword techniques in the world are originally from the same sect.
.If you can break the branch in my hand, I will no longer be entangled with you."
What would happen if such a person appeared in front of you and spoke such words that you couldn't understand? He was cold and silent, a little angry. Using his energy to control the sword, the three daggers flew out of their scabbards and flew towards
Ghost face in black.
However, these three swords did not move, like docile birds, surrounding the ghost face in black.
"Oh, could this be the rumored sword-driving skills? It's a pity that after General Han passed away, there will be no one worthy of you."
Leng Buyu did not answer the black-clothed ghost's words, but asked instead: "Are you an old friend of General Han?"
"We can't be called friends. When we were young, we drank wine and had sword fights with him. You are far different from General Han at that time. Leng Buyu, what are you going to do? Why is the Seven-Star Sword in your hands?
On my hand, and who are you?"
The branch of the black-clothed ghost flew over, and Leng Buyu swung his sword, which should have been cut with a single swing. There was a sound of metal hitting each other, and his right hand holding the sword was shocked to the point of numbness. A swallow
He turned over and avoided the flying branch. The branch penetrated the big tree behind him, and it was half the length of his hand.
"Dancing the sword, the sword is dancing to create the wind; listening to the rain sword, listening to the sword flowing water; the Seven Star Sword, the sword is like stars, swinging the sword makes stars fall. I shouldn't have given the Seven Star Sword to you." The ghost in black turned around, and several ups and downs disappeared.
"When you come to Lincheng, you will know about the Six Cities Gambling Game, and you will also lose the sword in your hand."
General Han's Seven-Star Sword once made countless swordsmen sigh and revere. The dynasty and the world should be two different worlds. However, in the eyes of the dynasty, the common people in the world should be difficult to discipline, and there are some people in the dynasty.
Those in power have won the hearts of the people.
I heard that Zhiwubuyan once came to see General Han and drank with General Han for three days and three nights. He asked General Han which sword was the most powerful in the world. General Han was drunk, and he said that Fairy Baiyun's sword was the most powerful.
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What is a sword? Is it a sword that blows hair and makes a decisive decision, or sharpens iron like clay?