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    Piaotian Literature "Twelve Young Masters!"

    "finally come!"

    Hearing the strange tone that is now famous all over the world, Kou Zhong and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.  Although it was really shameful to be rescued while being chased like a bereaved dog, running away in embarrassment and finally being caught up, rounded up and killed.  But they were very happy that Jianjun could come to the rescue.  Looking at the surrounding Yuwen Clan masters who were shocked by a series of strange things and retreated together with uncertain expressions, the four guys who were already covered with scars and crumbling after being besieged finally relaxed and sat down.  []

    "Master!"

    A scream sounded.  Compared with the joy of Kou Zhong and others' narrow escape from death, Zhenzhen, who also had a narrow escape from death, was extremely excited at this moment.  After being rescued from a situation where she thought she would die, the somewhat confused little girl first looked around blankly, until that strange tone sounded, then she screamed, jumped up, and ran towards the sound of the sound.  .

    Seeing that the little girl he had just saved from being seriously injured by an arrow abandoned him and ran away without loyalty, Liu Heitai, who felt miserable, had a strange look on his face.  But seeing the ugly expression on Yuwen Chengdu's face, the heroic general laughed maliciously.  "Hahahaha! I'm really lucky. Yuwen Chengdu, don't you want to kill me? Why don't you dare to do it?"

    "If you are looking for death, I will help you!" Looking at the black figure who did not know when it appeared a hundred feet away, although he was extremely fearful, Yuwen Chengdu was a resolute general after all, and was not intimidated by the name of Sword Lord.  The big spear in his hand once again condensed with frost and cold, leaving an ice mark in the air, heading straight for Liu Heita!

    "Why bother?" With a sigh, the black figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in front of the sharp spear.  Ruyu's palm moved horizontally across the chest, and the thick zhenqi condensed causing the light in the palm to distort.

    "Bang!" There was a soft sound, three inches away from the palm of the hand. No matter how hard the spear entered, even the biting cold air dissipated.

    His pupils suddenly shrank, and Yuwen Chengdu withdrew his spear and took three steps back. Only then could he see the full picture of the man in front of him.  The rumored Sword Lord was a young man who was still young, but the person in front of him was a middle-aged man who looked pale but dignified, holding a vermilion book in his left hand.  Wearing a golden crown and a gorgeous black robe decorated with vermilion patterns, his narrow eyes seemed to be concealed by thick sword eyebrows, between his eyebrows a slender and winding hidden dragon rune coiled around a small pearl.

    "Yuwen Chengdu?" the voice sounded, but Yuwen Chengdu frowned.  Naturally, the Yuwen family also has information about the Sword Master who caused a great uproar in the world.  As the first person in the younger generation of the Yuwen family and a very talented genius in martial arts, Yuwen Chengdu was naturally extremely curious about him.  But at this moment, Yuwen Chengdu discovered that the person in front of him was completely different from the crazy, quiet, upright, or jealous Jianjun according to the information.  Although the sword master in the information had different appearances and personalities when he was exercising his power, he always had the same upright character.  But the person in front of me felt extremely awkward.

    Judging from the appearance of the person in front of him, although his face is pale, his square face that looks full of righteousness definitely makes people believe that he is a square person.  Although the eyes are slightly narrow and long, but hidden by the thick sword eyebrows, they do not make people feel deep, but instead give people a calm and calm demeanor.  In addition, this man's upright posture and majestic arms, holding a book in his hand, add to his literary style. No matter how you look at it, he is a profound Confucian scholar with profound knowledge.  But there is such a person, his words are soft and slow, but his tone is cold, evil, erratic and weird, making people almost feel like they are trapped in a strange and mysterious land!

    "Exactly!" No matter how I feel, I still have to say it back.  The two sides are hostile, and this legendary strong man is unpredictable. Although Yuwen Chengdu is ready for a deadly battle, he doesn't want to provoke him in vain.  After all, the other party didn't take action as soon as they came up, which shows that things still have a chance of turning around.

    "What's the matter?" There was an evil green light in his narrow eyes, and he stood in front of Yuwen Chengdu with his hands folded.  Although no one could guess what was going on in the young man's mind at this moment, Kou Zhong and others, who were already very familiar with Jianjun, sensed something was wrong.  If on a normal day, the sword master had already drawn his sword at this moment, why would he still be grinding and whining like this?

    "I heard that these two people have the account books of the transactions between my Yuwen family and the Dongming sect, so I came here to ask for them." The gathering of his subordinates gave Yuwen Chengdu a little more confidence, but he was still cautious.

    "Oh? You, the Yuwen Clan, are about to start an uprising, so why do you care about such a small account book?" Sword Lord was surprised, and as he opened and closed his eyes, the strange aura of heresy became stronger.

    A burst of murderous intent broke out.  Hearing Jian Jun talk about the major event that his family had painstakingly planned so casually, Yuwen Chengdu couldn't hold it back for a moment and was full of murderous intent.??

    "Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" With a raised sleeve, he was like a great scholar of the generation fasting and bathing, dressing up and reading the saint's classics with sincerity.  But the palm that had always been like jade contained a strange evil energy and was pressed against Yuwen Chengdu's chest!

    No sound was heard, but Yuwen Chengdu's majestic body flew upside down as if being hit by a running rhinoceros, and fell ten feet away in an instant!

    "Young Master!" No one expected that Jianjun, who was still talking to Yuwen Chengdu, would suddenly attack, and they were all shocked.  In the panic, some people jumped to check Yuwen Chengdu's situation, but some people unsheathed their swords and surrounded the sword master. The three masters who had seized the crossbow machine immediately fired the crossbow arrows in their hands!

    "Ridiculous!" With a scornful smile, the Evil Confucian Sword Lord held the book with his left hand upside down. With a wave of his right hand, the upper and lower corners of the right side of the right side were decorated with wavy gilded black wood with the word Zhongyong written vertically. It started spinning out of thin air.  Like a wheel, it bloomed with golden light and turned three crossbow arrows into flying ash.

    "Bang!" The strange tree fell to the ground, and the word "meaning" shone brightly.  It's just that the golden characters didn't make people feel the slightest warmth, because the figure of the black-clothed scholar who was standing there suddenly disappeared into the crowd!

    ?????????????????????????????????????????? Out out and with a clanging sound, the golden Chinese characters on the strange tree soared into the sky. Only then did everyone realize that there was another mystery in the word "中文".  The central vertical line that connects the two characters is clearly a sharp sword with a strange shape and awe-inspiring power. The flat character "口" on the character "中" also serves as the symbol of the sword.  effect!  But the black strange wood and the other character "Yong" serve as the scabbard!

    "Don't be biased towards the emperor, don't rely on the people below, keep it consistent!" The slow, cold and strange voice of Xie Ru sounded, one word and one sword, and in an instant, the twelve sword strikes were completed, and then there was a clang sound, Ru Ru  The blade flew upside down and penetrated the chest of the only remaining Yuwen valve guest. It fell back into the strange-shaped scabbard. The sharp edge was restrained, but it was still the two words Zhongzhengping and tall branches, Zhongyong!

    But the Evil Confucian Sword Lord was already standing in front of Yuwen Chengdu, who had not yet climbed up. There were blood lines in the throats of the twelve people behind him, and there was another one who, although he was standing upright, had a hole in his chest and abdomen.

    "Today's matter ends here." The evil light flashed in the narrow eyes, and a cold voice sounded.  It was beyond everyone's expectation.  No one thought that this guy who killed thirteen people without mercy would actually let the most important person of the opponent go in the end.

    "Young Master Twelve!" Zhenzhen only obeyed the sword master's orders. Liu Heitai and Zhuge Dewei were not familiar with him even though they were saved by him, but Gao Zhong and Xu Ziling exclaimed in surprise.

    "What do you think?" Weird eyes followed the voice. Although Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling had already mastered martial arts at this moment, they still felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down their heads, and they suddenly became as silent as cicadas.

    Finally getting up, Yuwen Chengdu took a look at the corpses everywhere, but didn’t know what to say.  In the end, he had to clasp his fists, pick up the big spear, turn around and retreat.  But before he took two steps, his body froze.

    "Leave the weapons." The voice sounded, and Yuwen Chengdu's face suddenly turned red.  Leaving behind one's favorite weapon is undoubtedly the greatest insult to a warrior.  But he has no other choice!

    Without saying a word or looking back, he vigorously inserted his spear into the cold snow and stepped forward again. This time, he walked faster!
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