The urging cold wind did not turn back, but Leng Buyu was not joking with her. The next moment, the wind howled, and Leng Buyu raised his foot and kicked the wooden table, and moved four or five steps back with the wooden stool.
Leng Buyu left the table and struck down with a bright sword, splitting the wooden table into two. But Han Feng still sat there, as if nothing happened.
This move frightened the tea stall owner and his waiter. They hid in the corner. There was a troublemaker in their stall, and these two ordinary people did not dare to say anything. The other guests in the tea stall immediately got up and ran away, not even paying for the tea.
Didn't stay.
Leng Buyu finally realized that this person was coming towards him again. He stood up, the hand in the cloak touched his lower back and grasped the hilt of the sword.
The person holding the sword is a strong man of about one foot, wearing armor like a giant. The armor worn by this giant-like man covers his whole body, only the pair of solid and powerful arms are exposed. Not only the armor
It was so tight that the helmet also covered his face.
"Martial soldiers!"
After looking at it, Leng Buyu frowned slightly and uttered these two words.
Hanfeng urged Han Feng to place the unfinished wooden sword in his hand against the wooden bench, put the short sword back into his boots, stood up, and clapped his hands.
"The people in Muhan Tower are really knowledgeable..."
Leng Buyu laughed loudly without waiting for Leng Feng to say something to enhance his prestige.
"However, if we are small warriors, if they are thrown into the battlefield in groups to fight head-on, they may be faced with the presence of ghosts and gods. But don't forget that when one soldier fights with a crowd of people, who will be better!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Buyu's aura spread out from his body, causing him to feel a little uncomfortable due to the crushing cold wind. But this giant-like warrior looked like a normal person, still standing on the spot like an iron tower with the horse-killing knife in his hand.
Seeing this, Leng Buyu had no doubts in his eyes, only joy and excitement. Without saying much, he unsheathed the black sword Pojun, lifted up his cloak and stabbed out with the sword.
The armored soldier dodged. Although he was wearing heavy armor, he moved very quickly. But he moved quickly, and his silent sword made him even faster. The black sword stabbed the armored soldier in the chest, and there was a clang.
There was a sound, and nothing else happened after that.
The horse-cutting knife in the armored warrior's hand fell down again, and it struck straight towards Leng Buyu's head, vowing to cut Leng Buyu in half.
It was not a bad idea to be cold and silent. He dodged his body and hit the blade of the Zhanma sword with his wrist. There was another sound of metal clashing, and the Zhanma sword couldn't stop trembling. The armored soldier couldn't hold it.
The broadsword was constantly shaking. The strength was released, and the horse-killing sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Leng Buyu lowered his head and glanced at his wrist. The wrist guard given by Yu Jian Tathagata was really a good thing.
It is taboo to be distracted when fighting, so Leng Buyu randomly struck out with his sword again, this time, it was a slash.
The armored soldier moved, avoiding his unprotected arms, and tried to use his armor to take Leng Buyu's sword. But the outcome was not as he wished.
Leng Buyu writes about a sword full of Qiyuan power. The long black sword is faintly wrapped in a layer of ice blue. The sword cuts down, and with the sound of metal cutting, sparks sputter. The armor on this iron-armored warrior is blown by Leng Buyu.
Without a word, he cut out a crack.
Fortunately, the armor was thick and did not damage the armored warrior's body.
Leng Buyu took back his sword, with an evil smile on his face, and looked at the killing cold wind. The urging cold wind
The only person who responded to him was angry eyebrows.
Leng Buyu smiled, but he looked like he was in need of a beating. He was followed by a cold snort, and then he said: "Urge Hanfeng, if the wooden sword is not completed, isn't it easy to kill people?"
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After hearing this, Ji Ming Hanfeng couldn't help but frown, and was a little stunned, and asked: "Where did the rumors come from?"
Leng Buyu was also a little puzzled, and his surprised expression was a little exaggerated, and said: "Is it not so? Then, how come you, an idler, cut out a wooden sword every time you kill someone? Could it be, could it be that you are a carpenter by profession?
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The ridicule was not funny, but strangely, before the cold wind could get angry, the armored soldier beside her slammed into her like a charging rhinoceros.
Leng Buyu didn't dare to resist, so he leaned to one side and hid. As soon as he hid, the tea shed suffered a complete disaster. The large wooden pillar, which was as thick as an adult man's waist, was broken by force.
The tea shed also showed a tendency to collapse.
The armored soldier hit the big wooden pillar, but at the same time, he kicked him over. Leng Buyu didn't take precautions, and was kicked by the armored soldier. With this kick, Leng Buyu only felt pain in his abdomen.
Liver and gallbladder rupture are common.
He flew back two or three feet and hit a large wooden pillar on the other side. The wooden pillar was immediately broken and the tea shed tilted even more.
Leng Buyu stood up awkwardly, narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the back of his neck with his hands, shook his head from side to side and smiled. Although it hurt, he felt more interesting at this moment.
In the past, not only did they wander around the rivers and lakes, but those people from the Muhan Tower who entered the Shanxing Hall were all good at martial arts. Whenever the people from the Shanxing Hall couldn't do anything to those people, they would be cold and thunderous.
The means will make it right.
But when he came to Hansu City, the man in black who appeared out of nowhere and beat him up and then told him a story was indeed beyond his current capabilities.
Nowadays, this armored warrior who does not know his true identity can actually hurt himself, which is really surprising.
But only in this way can this world be interesting.
Leng Buyu slowly pulled out the white sword Yingzhu. He wanted to do an experiment with this armored soldier. He wanted to try to see if there was a way to make this white sword called Yingzhu also have the name of a star.
Leng Buyu lifted up his cloak, and it immediately turned into a cloak and was draped behind him. But he was holding a sword in both hands, and although his eyes were not ferocious, they were evil and sycophantic.
The armored warrior walked to his sword, pulled it out, and held it with both hands like Leng Buyu. Seeing Leng Buyu, he did not move. The armored soldier raised the sword high and slashed with the force of the mountains and rivers.
fall.
Leng Buyu still didn't move. When the horse-cutting sword was only half a foot away from his head, Leng Buyu moved. He slashed with the sword to the left with both hands, then quickly adjusted the direction with both hands and wrists, and slashed to the right.
Killing the Horse - The sword fell narrowly, missing Leng Buyu. However, Leng Buyu's swords on the left and right cut two large holes in the thick waist armor of the armored soldier. With such power, Leng Buyu still did not stop.
Without saying a word, he grasped the opportunity, facing forward, dragging the sword with both hands on the left side of the body. Then, the white sword Yingzhu slashed fiercely from the lower left to the upper right, cutting a large hole in the breastplate of the armored soldier.
The armor of warriors is thick and tough. When two armies are fighting on the battlefield, if hundreds of warriors on horseback charge in heavy armor, they will not be afraid of crossbows within fifty steps. But such armor, which is not afraid of crossbows, will not be afraid of crossbows in Leng Buyu's sword.
After another blow from the sword, it was as broken as paper.
What does the armored soldier look like now? He has a visor
He was blocked by his helmet, so he couldn't see it. But his actions could show how irritable the armored soldier was at the moment.
Killing the horse - The sword kept slashing with no rules at all. Leng Buyu's expression remained the same, moving left and right, seizing the gap every time, and adding another sword.
The armor that the armored soldier was proud of was even more broken.
Leng Buyu had time to smile at the urging Han Feng, and after a kick, he smiled at the urging Han Feng and said: "If you don't take action, this man will die here."
The words have been spoken, and they are regarded as the ultimatum, but the cold wind that is killing me is like being deaf and has not heard it, and I am still a spectator.
Leng Buyu tried a dozen more swords, but the white sword Yingzhu in his hand was ultimately no match for the black sword Po Jun. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, deciding to give up for the time being.
When the armored soldier charged with his sword, Leng Buyu held the white sword on the right side of his body with the blade facing forward. When the armored soldier approached, he stabbed out with the sword.
The white sword pierced and penetrated the abdomen of the armored warrior. To others, it looked like a three-foot sword had broken through the armor. It was clearly a bamboo stick that had penetrated tofu.
The horse-zapping sword in the armored warrior's hand was about to fall on Leng Buyu within half an inch, but Leng Buyu's sword penetrated his body, and the armored warrior felt as if his whole body was cold, as if it was about to clump together. Don't say anything.
He could speed up or make a desperate struggle and take away Leng Buyu with one knife. He just wanted to move his arms and take steps, but he couldn't do it anymore.
Leng Buyu drew out his sword, and the armored soldier leaned back. With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the dust rose up and dissipated, and there was no more movement.
Leng Buyu gently waved the white sword in his hand to shake off the blood, and then put it into the scabbard behind his back. He moved his shoulders again, and the cloak covered his body again.
He walked in small steps in front of Hanfeng, without any joy of victory. His eyes were full of doubts and doubts.
Jiu Ming Hanfeng stared at Leng Buyu's eyes, thinking that the contemporary sword master of Muhan Tower was wondering why he kept asking him for trouble. Jiu Ming Hanfeng chuckled and asked: "Sword
What do you think, Lord Saint, of this soldier's ability?"
Leng Buyu was still thinking about the matter of unsealing the Seven Star Sword. When he heard Han Feng asking such a question, he chuckled, and then said: "I have spoken first, one on one, how can a soldier win against Jianghu people? But what if?
There are hundreds of such soldiers, a hundred Jianghu, no, even a hundred and fifty Jianghu people are just a row of paper figures in front of these hundred heavily armed soldiers, and they are extremely fragile."
Seeing Leng's silent comment was fair, and Han Feng laughed again.
"With such skill as Master Sword Master, how can you be willing to submit to a gangland organization?"
Hearing Hanfeng's words, Leng Buyu found it interesting, and his eyes were playful: "What's the matter? Are you, an idle member of the imperial family, working as a lobbyist for someone?"
Ji Ming Hanfeng nodded, but then he shook his head.
Leng Buyu didn't care about the specific meaning of the urging cold wind. He directly pulled out a dagger from his chest and shot it towards the urging cold wind. An interesting scene. Although the dagger was mixed with the sound of breaking wind, in the end it was leaving the urging cold wind.
The cold wind stopped only half an inch away from the tip of the nose, floating in the air.
Looking at Leng Buyu again, his eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. He spoke again, and his voice was as sharp as the biting cold wind in the depths of winter.
"I should have killed you long ago, but before I went out, someone told me not to attack people from Jingzhou unless it was absolutely necessary. If you have any more troubles with me from Jingzhou, you should really think that I, Mu Hanlou, can't touch you.