The north wind is blowing and the cold current is howling.
Dulong Town, which was already dead silent, became increasingly colder. Except for this angry voice, there seemed to be no other noise.
I saw that everyone coming was like a sharp sword, and they were as powerful as a majestic mountain. The sound of footsteps almost suppressed the sound of the wind in the sky.
The unabashed vitality is like a torch in the night, which is impossible to ignore.
"Great master!"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
The person who came was powerful and energetic. Compared to Feng Sanyu, Lu Wanchuan was much stronger.
He couldn't help but move his index finger.
"My son, my son..."
Holding the scrap of cloth, Lu Ming was extremely frightened and angry.
He never expected that his son would end up in such a remote place, and his eyes could not help but show violence.
"Skin and bones?"
Cao Jinlie gently pressed Yang Yu's arm, stood up and walked to the window, looked down with his hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone:
"It's been a long time since I've heard someone speak nonsense in front of me!"
Flying fish suit?!
The leaders of Poison Dragon Village in the shadows all felt their hearts skip a beat.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Everyone in the world knows what this flying fish suit represents. Even if they are all unruly people, they can't help but tremble in their hearts.
"Cao Jinlie!"
Lu Ming's pupils shrank, and the anger in his heart suddenly dropped by three points, but his voice was still cold and stern:
"Cao Baihu! That man killed my son, do you have to stop him?"
"Who did I know? It turned out to be Elder Lu from Bailongxuan."
Cao Jinlie smiled coldly:
"Your son associates with gangsters. If you want to kill them, just kill them. What's the big deal? I heard that you have a concubine in the thirteenth house. Could it be that you have such a bad heart?"
"Cao Jinlie!"
Lu Ming took a deep breath to suppress the rage in his heart, and his tone was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air:
"This is not Qingzhou City!"
"Hahaha!"
Cao Jinlie laughed when he heard this and pointed at Lu Ming, laughing so hard that he almost shed tears:
"This old dog actually thinks that Qingzhou City has protected us."
"Hahaha!"
Lin An, Zhao Qing and other Jin Yiwei also laughed. Lu Ming was so angry that his veins popped out as he laughed.
"Cao Jinlie!"
Lu Ming stepped like a dragon, shaking his sword and roaring:
"Today I will kill that little beast. Anyone who dares to stop me will die!"
boom!
This roar was as powerful as an overwhelming force.
The sound waves visible to the naked eye suddenly spread from the center of the body, setting off a strong air flow and strong wind, which suppressed the laughter of all the Jin Yiwei.
"Come out and fight!"
The laughter suddenly stopped.
"Fight with me?"
Cao Jinlie laughed dumbly and looked back at everyone.
"Brother Cao, how about I borrow the sword and use it?"
Yang Prison stood up.
The newcomer's martial arts were much stronger than he expected, but he had no fear in his heart. On the contrary, he was still a little eager to try.
"Not busy, not busy."
Lin An took Yang Yu's arm and chuckled:
"You have killed so many people along the way, how about giving this merit to your brother?"
"this…"
Yang Prison hesitated.
It's not that he cares about any merit, but Lin An's aura seems to be only at the level of a tiger, which is much worse than Lu Ming.
"If the strength of martial arts is only determined by blood, then where can there be so many disputes in this world?"
Cao Jinlie spoke:
"This old dog is still one step away from having a dragon's energy and blood. I can kill him within a hundred moves. Is there any problem?"
"Where can I use hundreds of tricks?"
Lin An took a step forward, and the person rushed out of the window like a ghost. When the ape's arms stretched out, he rolled up a three-foot sword and swept ten feet across, heading straight for Lu Ming at the end of the long street.
"Cao Jinlie, how dare you bully me like this?!"
Seeing that the visitor was unknown, Lu Ming was surprisingly angry.
Cao Jinlie chuckled:
"If you can learn your Zongzong martial arts 'White Dragon Palm Power', you are still qualified to fight with me. Now..."
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword!"
Being so looked down upon, the expression on Lu Ming's face changed several times, finally revealing a deep murderous intent.
Buzz!
Accompanied by the sound of Qing Yue's sword, he drew his sword.
Perhaps his swordsmanship was extremely high, and he may have deliberately shown off his skills.
Yang Yu could clearly see that the old man had slashed dozens of swords at that moment.
Slashing, stabbing, prodding, wiping, all kinds of sword strikes poured out like mercury, as if they had killed all the sounds of breaking wind.
The distance of ten feet passed by in a flash, and dozens of swords were gathered together, slashing from bottom to top towards Lin An who was flying down in the sky.
It seems like I want to kill him with one sword!
"It's all fancy, but what's the point?"
Lin An flew down from the sky and couldn't help but smile when he saw the sword light rising.
I saw the light of the sword sweeping across, and people walking with the sword seemed to become one with the light of the sword, facing each other up and down, not avoiding or dodging, and slashing straight at Lu Ming:
"Old dog, you are not qualified to challenge a hundred households, let's just have fun!"
Clang, Clang, Clang~
The swords and soldiers clashed, making a harsh sound.
The two collided, and their figures disappeared. For a moment, only the shadows of swords scattered across the dozens of feet long street.
Don’t be left behind!
"Brother Lin is so good at swordsmanship!"
Yang Yu's heart was shocked and he couldn't help but speak out.
Lin An's blood energy level is far lower than Lu Minglai's, and he doesn't have the tyranny of strength, but his swordsmanship skills seem to far surpass Lu Ming's.
The light of his sword was dense and orderly, blocking all of Lu Ming's sword moves.
"The level of blood exchange is like soil, and martial arts achievements are like the grass and trees rooted in it. Fertility of the soil is important, but how can grass seeds be more gorgeous than peonies?"
Cao Jinlie looked away with his hands behind his hands. While watching the battle, he did not forget to explain to Yang Yu:
"Bailongxuan has only been a sect for a hundred years. There is only one superior martial art, 'White Dragon Palm Power', and only a few intermediate martial arts. No matter whether it is suitable or not, you can only choose one of them.
But how profound is the background of our Jinyiwei? Any Jinyiwei can choose the martial arts that is most suitable for him. Although there is a difference in blood and energy, the result is destined."
"Brother Lin's swordsmanship is indeed fierce."
Yang Yu was really shocked, but he nodded.
Regardless of the sect or the imperial court, they are fundamentally systems.
But one is an orthodox dynasty that has led hundreds of millions of people and has been in control of nine states and twenty-seven states for four hundred years.
A sect with only a few hundred followers and only a few disciples, such a gap is reasonable.
"Brother Yang is extremely talented. Given time, he may not be able to surpass us."
Zhao Qing also stood up:
"Brothers, those bandits are probably going to escape. How about we move around? At the worst, we have to cut off a few ears, right?"
"That's exactly what it means!"
The other Jin Yiwei also stood up with a smile.
"ah!"
The few people exchanged only a few words before the sword light in the long street dispersed, and Lu Ming, whose clothes were stained with blood, roared and retreated tens of feet.
"Tsk, tsk, you will get stronger when you get older."
Lin An tore off the corner of his clothes that had been torn apart by the sword light, and did not chase after him. He just smiled lightly:
"How's it going? Old guy, do you still want to challenge Master Baihu?"
"ah!"
Lu Ming staggered back, his robes billowing, his blood boiling, and he raised his sword to face him again.
At the same time, he let out a sharp roar:
"Sima Yang! Why don't you take action yet?! Do you think these Jin Yiwei will let you go?!"
Lu Ming seemed to possess martial arts such as the Lion's Roar Kung Fu. His roar could be heard ten miles away, but in the night there was silence.
No reply.
"Sima Yang! My father and son stood up for you, and you actually ran away without fighting?!"
Lu Ming's eyes turned red with anger.
He didn't dare to be distracted at all during the fight, but he never expected that the people from Poison Dragon Village would actually retreat.
Buzz!
He spit out his long sword and forced Lin An back, bursting with anger:
"Let me see how shameless you are to establish yourself in Qingzhou after today!"
call!
In the night, there is air current rolling.
Sima Yang's deep and powerful voice came from afar:
"Brother Lu was right for a moment, and both father and son were buried in the hands of the Jin Yiwei. Sima was not in a hurry to rescue him, and he felt full of regret..."
"Sima Yang! Ah!"
Amidst the sound of gold and iron clashing, Lu Ming's tiger body trembled, and the light from his sword suddenly scattered. As he staggered back, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.
But I don’t know if he was injured or if his chest and lungs were blown away!
Zheng!
Lin An was extremely experienced in fighting. How could he miss such a good opportunity? While Lu Ming's energy was in chaos, he had already activated his inner breath and blood on his face.
With all his strength, he swung his sword away with Lu Ming's parrying sword move, and at the same time, he grabbed his neck with a grappling hand!
He turned around and exerted force, knocking him to the ground, splashing large amounts of mud, sand and snow.
"The old guy's martial arts skills are not weak, he can easily do more than a hundred moves!"
After casually removing several of Lu Ming's joints, Lin An let out a sigh of relief and sweat appeared on his forehead.
It had only been half a year since he had reached the level of tiger-like vitality. His inner breath was far less powerful than Lu Ming's, and even after hundreds of moves, his whole body was numb and sore.
If it weren't for this old guy's mediocre sword skills, he wouldn't have been able to win it.
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
With his face pressed against the cold ground, Lu Ming felt that the fire in his chest was almost burning him to death.
For a moment, his hatred for Sima Yang almost exceeded that of the Jin Yiwei in front of him.
"You are so old, so stupid! These are just a group of gangsters who commit crimes by burning, killing, looting, etc. Do you really think they are a group of righteous and heroic men?"
Cao Jinlie walked up to Lu Ming, leaned over and looked at him, and said calmly:
"I heard that you also got news about Dao Fruit from those crazy lunatics from Liansheng Cult? Do you mind telling us?"
"Court Eagle Dog!"
Lu Ming cursed angrily and was stepped into the ruins by Lin An.
"Court Eagle Dog..."
Cao Jinlie's face was cold and his tone was stern:
"Lin An, let him know the tricks of our group of hawks and dogs!"
"It's an order."
Lin An sneered and lifted up the dead dog-like old man, turned around and walked towards the shadows:
"Come on, let's have a good chat..."
…
"ah!"
Listening to the screams coming from Dulong Town, the faces of everyone in Dulong Village were shaking:
"Lu Ming is in trouble..."
"Brother Lu is too reckless. How can we afford to offend Jin Yiwei?"
Sima Yang let out a long sigh, not without regret:
"You haven't said where the 'God-blessed Dao Fruit' is yet?"
"That old guy..."
"Um?!"
The words stopped suddenly, and the hearts of all the gangsters trembled.
"Walk!"
Sima Yang suddenly turned around, his expression suddenly changed.
I saw the wind howling in the distance and the snow rolling, and a figure running towards me with an extremely ferocious attitude.