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Chapter 42: The storm will rise

Leng Buyu grabbed his left hand downwards, and a silver needle flew up and was caught between his two fingers. Seeing the style of the silver needle, Leng Buyu couldn't help but tighten his brows. The silver needle looked ordinary, but

Leng Buyu recognized it, it was Yaozi's soul-chasing needle.

Once the soul-chasing needle is shot, it is destroyed. Therefore, unless you know how to cast the soul-chasing needle, or you have never obtained an undamaged soul-chasing needle, you cannot imitate it.

Leng Buyu loosened his fingers, and the silver needle fell to the ground, and then his face showed a little excitement. He pushed hard, and he chased in the direction of the silver needle like a ghost. He passed by the three daggers, but there was no movement. The three short swords

The sword flew up and was caught by the four fingers of his left hand, but this running movement did not slow down at all.

The young man was still in a daze. Someone wearing light armor like him appeared beside him and said in a respectful voice: "Master Manager, do you want to chase me?"

The young man shook his head and said with a playful look on his face: "No need. If you go, it will only increase your sacrifice. There is no need. City Lord, have you come out?"

One of them shook his head slightly, and the young man couldn't help but feel a little helpless, and sat back on the steps. He pulled out a bunch of silver needles and looked at them carefully. He couldn't understand how these silver needles could be so powerful. If it weren't for the cold

Buyu pushed himself away in time. Even if he had a reaction at that time, he would still have a few bloody holes on his body.

"Put these silver needles away and take them back to Lijingmen. By the way..." The young man thought for a while, frowned and took a long breath, and then said, "Have you confirmed the origins of those individuals?

"

These people in light armor naturally understood what the young man was asking. The colleague who answered couldn't help but look helpless, and then said: "Master Manager, those people are already dead."

"What? It's rotten?"

Hearing his partner's answer, the young man couldn't help but be startled and looked at him. The person who answered nodded, organized his words, and said: "The body and face are rotten, like insects eating rats, it's terrible to see."

The young man rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue a few times. Then his eyes lit up and he said, "Interesting, interesting. Let's go and have a look."

"The city lord?"

The young man waved his hand and said: "Come on, do you think it is you who protects the city lord, or the city lord who protects you?"

And Leng Buyu, who was chasing the man who sneaked up on the silver needle, finally saw the back of the guy who was acting like a villain, but he had no choice but to find that this man's body skills were so excellent that he felt inferior to him. His body skills were not bad at all.

, even considered first-class, but when I came to Hansu City, I encountered guys one after another with incredible physical skills.

In comparison, others seemed to be running, but he was like crawling without saying a word. Following three or four streets, the other person was either tired of it, or had achieved his goal of death. His figure flashed and completely disappeared in the cold air.

In Yu Yu's sight, Leng Buyu's eyes showed murderous intent, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he was not as good as others, he was not as good as others.

I had no choice but to go back to the inn first.

Trouble will always come one after another. Someone uses a silver needle to sneak up on him, and he is unhappy if he fails to catch him. Now, in

On the way Leng Buyu wants to move forward, there is another roadblock.

The person blocking the road was a rickety old man with a cane, and behind and to the side of the rickety old man, there was an old woman who was even older than the rickety old man.

The flesh on the old woman's face has become flabby, and the traces of time on her face are like ravines. There are also a few age spots, and there are not many teeth in her mouth. Even though the old woman is so old, she still has those gray and fallen hair that can be seen on her scalp.

Her hair was neatly combed, and a delicate colorful butterfly hairpin was inserted.

The old woman looked at the rickety old man with a smile. She raised her crutches and said to the rickety old man: "Xiao Ting, don't hurt this little baby."

The rickety old man, whom the old woman called Xiao Ting, turned around and grinned at the old woman. His old voice also contained a smile and said: "Ah Hua, don't worry, this little doll is pretty good."

Leng Buyu looked at the pair of old people and was a little puzzled, but from what they said, it seemed that they were specifically looking for him, and their purpose was not good. Before Leng Buyu could ask, he felt a cold light coming, and Leng Buyu couldn't help but feel shocked.

.This cold light came from the crutch in the hand of the rickety old man. Unknown to me, the rickety old man had arrived in front of Leng Buyu, and the crutch in his hand swept over him.

Leng Buyu knew that he had no time to hold the sword, so he avoided it, and the crutch of the rickety old man would change its position in an instant. If this huge force hit his body, it would be unrealistic to damage his skin, not to mention his flesh, and even his bones.

Helpless, he had no choice but to turn his back, and the crutch hit the scabbards of the two swords behind Leng Buyu. At the same time, Leng Buyu's hands had already grasped the black and white swords with his backhand. But things didn't go as expected.

The crutch of the rickety old man was extremely powerful. Before he could draw his sword, his body had already been knocked away.

Leng Buyu couldn't change his body in the air, and his body directly hit the wall of a house nearby. This scene seemed familiar, but fortunately the force was lighter than the last time.

Just then he hit the wall, and the whistling wind started again behind him. Leng Buyu's eyelids moved, and he turned his body to one side a few times. Then he jumped to the side and distanced himself from the old man. As expected, the crutch in the old man's hand hit him.

On Leng Buyu's previous wall, every time he turned down, a hole would be made in the wall.

When pedestrians on the street saw such a scene, they were so frightened that they dispersed. In the originally noisy and bustling street, only Leng Buyu and the two elderly people were left.

Leng Buyu spat on the ground, and there was more blood than water in this mouthful. He moved his shoulders, and the blow that the rickety old man hit him, although blocked by the scabbard, was still strong, and the pain was naturally not light.

His hands once again held the black and white swords in his backhand. He drew out the two swords and tossed them left and right. This time, he held the black sword Pojun in his left hand and the white sword Yingzhu in his right hand.

When the old woman saw the two swords in Leng Buyu's hands, her eyes couldn't help but shine, and she was surprised and said: "Xiao Ting, you really have to show mercy this time. This sword belongs to General Han."

After hearing the old woman's words, the rickety old man also squinted his eyes and looked at Leng Buyu's hand.

Then the old face showed joy and said: "Yes, yes, I recognize it, it is General Han's sword. Little baby, you, are you related to General Han? You, are you General Han?"

His son?"

Hearing the words of the rickety old man, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown. His sword was indeed General Han's set of seven-star swords, but I heard there were seven seven-star swords, and he only got six.

"It's a coincidence." After saying that, Leng Buyu's left hand Black Sword Po Jun turned again, holding the sword in the backhand, stepping forward with his left foot, and his body was slightly lowered. His left hand was facing forward again, parallel to his mouth and nose, and his right hand was facing back, with his arms facing forward.

In a straight line with the sword, the tip of Bai Jian Yingzhu's sword touched the ground. Leng Buyu's eyes were fierce and he said, "You two, what's your name?"

After confirming that the sword in Leng Buyu's hand was the sword of General Han in the past, the two old men laughed and were quite happy. Since they were related to General Han, they naturally had no choice but to answer when they asked about their identity.

The rickety old man spoke first, his voice old but hearty: "Beauty grows old!"

The old woman's voice was joyful but slightly shy as she said, "Don't laugh, Lord."

Hearing the two old men announcing their identities, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown and repeated: "Beauty is getting old, Lord Grim?"

Among the "Thirteen Fierce Men in the World" spread in the world, the last one seems to have such a name. Who is this beauty Chi Mu Jun Moxiao? No one has elaborated. The "Thirteen Fierce Men in the World" are passed down by word of mouth among the people of this generation. Leng

Of course, even without saying a word, he could not imagine that this beauty, Chi Mu Jun Moxiao, was two people, or two old people who were sunsetting.

"Then, why are you looking for me?"

The rickety old man was about to speak, but the old woman came over with a smile and a cane, and said in a joyful and gentle voice: "Little baby, we are not bad people, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Seeing the joy in the old woman's eyes, which seemed to have little stars, the rickety old man was not happy. He snorted coldly, hit the ground with his crutch and said, "Ahua, be more reserved."

Hearing the rickety old man talking about himself, the old woman was not happy this time. She came back to her senses and pouted. However, the skin and flesh were sagging due to old age, and there were few teeth in the mouth, so the pouting look was a bit strange.

Seeing the old woman's appearance, the rickety old man grinned. He had many teeth in his mouth. Only four or five of them were missing. The four front teeth were still standing like welcoming pines.

Leng Buyu was a little puzzled. He frowned and coughed lightly. Hearing the cough, the two old men looked at Leng Buyu again. It was the old woman who spoke again, her voice still cheerful and gentle: "Little baby,

Did you kill a few people?"

When Leng Buyu heard this, he knew that these two old men were on the same path as the four masked men who wanted to kill Huidong in the alley that day. He couldn't help but grin, chuckled, and then said: "Yes, so what?"

Hearing the cold reply, the two old men couldn't help but sigh. This time, it was the rickety old man who spoke, with a regretful voice: "Little baby, you should never have killed the messenger sent by the inner government.

Father."


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