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- Forty-three Zheng Ming
The man holding the two halberds slowly fell down, but the guests of the Duzun Castle who had just come back to their senses shuddered in their hearts. The first person to react to Sword Lord's strange aura was naturally the best among these people. And this outstanding person's vigorous attack in the midst of shame and anger is naturally even more extraordinary. But even so, he was still killed on the spot by the young man's meteor sword. How could these disciples not be surprised?
"The shortest straight line between two points. Although science is not omnipotent, knowledge can still produce power after all!" Looking at the shocked faces in front of him, the sword master laughed and shook off the blood beads on his sword, but he could hear Everyone was confused.
"Let's go together!" Seeing a strong player fall instantly, the remaining disciples stopped showing off. As one person shouted loudly in the crowd, the entire encirclement suddenly started to move.
Faced with the swords, guns and sticks coming at them, the Sword Master was not afraid, but he did not dare to take it lightly. With a cold shout, the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword in his right hand swung suddenly, blowing strong winds around him, but the Heretic Sword in his left hand turned into flowing light again, and counterattacked against the long knife in front of him.
There was a loud clang, and the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword swung away the surrounding weapons. The backbone of the Heretic Sword and the blade sparked thousands of sparks. When the blade was finally squeezed away by the sword spine unwillingly, barely scratching the sword master's shoulder, The tip of the sword has already penetrated into the opponent's heart.
With one kick, the body that was about to soften was kicked out. Although there was another wound on the body, the sword master finally moved forward again!
The steps move, the hands don¡¯t stop at all. The Aoxiao Hongchen Sword turned into a wheel of light that circled around the body, attacking continuously like waves at the moment. The Heretic Sword's evil aura was pressing, and the streams of light were all deadly moves that went straight to the vital point.
In the blink of an eye, we were dozens of feet away again. Although it was no longer as fast as the initial assault, the sword master stabilized his speed.
Dozens more people fell on the long street, with dozens more wounds all over their bodies. The right hand holding the giant sword of Aoxiao Hongchen had already been torn apart and bleeding profusely from having to resist the attacks again and again. He was holding the Heretic Sword. His left hand was also trembling violently as he passed the sword rapidly with all his strength again and again, but the sword master's footsteps became more and more firm.
Just because the not-so-lofty city gate of the small town in the distance has appeared in the young man's field of vision!
The young man saw the city gate, and naturally all the generals surrounding him also saw it. That city gate is hope for the sword master, but it is a shame for these unruly men, and it is an unspeakable sadness for those who have fallen to the ground.
The cruelty in the hearts of the brave and ruthless Jianghu people finally burst out. One by one, they rushed forward with ferocious faces and fearless death. Duzunbao is also a hero who dominates the world. Hundreds of elites from Duzunbao can't stop a child who has not yet reached the crown. If this spreads out, how can he and others hang out in the world?
One side is for hope, the other side is for face. The battle on the long street finally became fierce in the silent town and the faint sounds of children crying and howling.
He took a club blow to his ribs, took a diagonal step to avoid the sword and gunshots in his chest, protected his head and face with the big sword in his right hand, and stabbed three people with the sharp sword in his left hand. The young man's hoarse voice reminded him again: "Get out of the way! "
I don¡¯t know how many times this young man shouted coldly. Almost every time a few Duzunbao generals fell, the Sword Master would scold them in a cold tone. Although blood flowed all the way, wounds were all over his body, his face became pale, and his voice became hoarse, the young man's tone remained as cold and hard as before.
"Then you go die, kid! If you die, we will naturally get out of the way!" Another burst of curses sounded noisily. Although they had cursed countless times, these rough men were filled with anger every time, because it meant that at least one of their own had fallen under the young man's sword.
"Pfft!" After the long-term shock, his internal organs finally could no longer bear it. Sword Master spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his firm steps became staggering.
His internal organs were injured, and although his lungs were burning with pain every time he took a breath, the sword master, who had long been knocked off his purple crown and disheveled hair, still gasped greedily. Despite the incomparable persistence in the heart, after all, manpower is sometimes limited. The Sword Lord was constantly being consumed along the way, but the generals of the Duzun Fort were constantly being replenished by fresh troops waiting for work along the way. Under the circumstances, the situation was finally in danger.
"Young Master" Zhenzhen's sobs came from afar.
"What a pity!" Xie Wenlong sighed in a complicated tone.
"Uncle!" Song Yuhua turned her face to Xie Hui with difficulty, her eyes full of pleading.
The martial arts judge of Duzun Castle was expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Boy, you are a man!" Seeing the shaky young man holding himself up, the generals of the Jie Mansion also said:??I admire in my heart.
"Always! Coughcough" Hearing his opponent's exaggeration, the sword master was not modest. Although his body was unstable, he still held his head high and looked proud.
"" I didn't expect that the other party would not bow his head even when he reached this point. The person who spoke couldn't help but choke. At this moment, Xie Hui, who was perched high on the dangerous eaves, spoke up.
"Twelve little brothers, I am Xie Hui. Although you and I are facing each other with swords, I also respect your pride and swordsmanship. What is your wish? I will try my best to fulfill it for you!"
Looking at Xie Hui in the distance, listening to the voice that seemed to be ringing in his ears, even with paranoid pride, the sword master couldn't help but admire the judge's profound cultivation. "Ahem, I didn't expect the judge to be here too, ahemcough, you really gave me face. The juniors also admire the senior's broadmindedness and cultivation level!"
"My nephew is well rewarded." I don't know if it was because Jianjun was so flattered, but when Xie Hui spoke again, he had already called his nephew.
"Senior said he wanted to do it for the junior, but he just wanted to do it. I wonder if it's true?" After a few words, Sword Master's breathing improved. Although everyone saw it, they didn't care. After all, one's own side has the chance to win by overpowering the minority.
"If you can, you should try your best. Don't worry, my dear nephew!" Xie Hui is an old man in the world, so naturally he won't keep his words to death.
"I do have a wish, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome." After breathing for a while, the smile on Sword Lord's face no longer looked miserable.
"Oh?" Xie Hui, who had always been calm, showed a hint of curiosity.
"It would be great if we could get them all to find a way out. Hahahahahacoughcough!" Looking at Xie Hui's curious look, the sword master pointed his left sword to block the tightly packed crowd in front of him. , laughed loudly, his face was full of the pride of a child who succeeded in his prank, and his heart felt happy!
Ever since I came here, I dragged my young and delicate body to support myself and worked hard at the same time. Finally, I became good at swordsmanship. After entering the world, I was always trembling with fear when I knew that the enemy was ahead. However, I haven't been so carefree for a long time. Laughter.
"Good! Good!" Looking at the smiling young man in the middle of the street, Xie Hui was finally moved and praised loudly, "My nephew is so heroic!"
"Don't worry!" Song Yuhua, who was looking at the laughing young man with dazzling eyes, suddenly felt a pain in his hand. He turned around and saw that Zhenzhen beside him was actually crying with a sad smile. He offered helpless comfort on his lips, but in his heart But he sighed, "The little girl is sensible now."
"It seems that the Lord of the Fortress will not help this junior fulfill this wish." He stopped laughing, but his smile did not diminish at all. The sword master tore off a rare piece of clothing on his body and tied up his hair that was messing up his vision, "Then , the juniors have no choice but to take matters into their own hands!"
"The good nephew is so heroic! How to break out of the encirclement, Jie will wait and see!" Looking at the figure exuding inexplicable confidence, the martial arts judge who has been in the world for decades suddenly realized that he had no confidence in keeping this young man!
"Hahaha, Lord Jie, if you want to get out of this city, the Sword Lord only needs a Sword of Pride!" Looking around at the slain generals who were looking at him eagerly, the Sword Lord laughed, shook his left hand, and the Heretic Sword cut through the sky and fell. In front of Song Yuhua.
Watching the eldest lady of the Song Dynasty put the long sword, which was full of blood but still cold, into the sword box. The Sword Lord calmed down his mind, drew everyone's attention, and stood in the middle of the street with his sword in both hands.
"What's the sound?" A startled question broke the silence.
"Is someone playing the piano?"
"What song is this?"
"have no idea!"
"No! How can someone play the piano?!"
"It's not a harp, it's a zither!"
It was as if the zheng music coming from the sky gradually resounded in the sky of the small town, and the low and solemn rhythm seemed to bend everyone's waist. Just as everyone was using their skills to fight against each other, a gloomy voice followed a strange tone and resounded in everyone's hearts:
"Half in the turbid current and half in the clear stream,
Reciting Guangling prose while leaning on the zither;
?? Han Jian silently listens to the gentleman¡¯s wishes,
Look down on the world and laugh at the mortal world! "
Everyone couldn¡¯t help but look at the sword master in the field. Because almost everyone present knew the last two sentences. Whenever the young man wanted to use the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword, he would always recite those two sentences. Now he has recited an entire poem for the first time. Could it be that that young man really has the ability to save himself?
At first glance, everyone was shocked.
In the middle of the street, the young man was still covered in bruises, but what everyone felt was completely different from what they saw.
High nose, deep eyes.
The brows were furrowed.
The long pale golden hair is like the morning sun.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Her figure is as tall as a mountain.
The broad sleeves of the robe swayed gently in the wind, and the burning sword light stung everyone's eyes.
The depressing feeling surged into everyone's heart. The man didn't say a word, didn't even move an inch, but everyone present seemed to understand the story about that man.
Growing up in troubled times, he once wanted to use a sword to kill evil and save the people. Perhaps after being idle for a long time, he gradually discovered that this world is not something that one person can change with a sword, so he gave up and sealed the sword. He retired and lived alone by the Zhuolang River, playing the zither and practicing the sword, amusing himself with music and writing, and was alone with the world. However, this world did not let him go after all - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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