The Sword Dynasty

The thin, tall man with thick finger joints under the umbrella did not know Ding Ning's thoughts at the moment. He followed the two foreigners in a hurry, calm and indifferent.

There are still rain curtains outside the fish market, and the water in the ponds is about to overflow, and the grass on the shore drifts with the waves.

The young men with thick eyebrows and the young men with beautiful eyes walked outside the city, and gradually the huge turrets standing in the wind and rain disappeared into the smoke and rain behind them.

There are several wooden pavilions beside the post road outside the city, one of which happens to be called Qiuyu Pavilion.

This is a dilapidated kiosk full of dry vines.

Looking at the dilapidated kiosk and the hurried pedestrians in the smoke and rain, there was a burst of rain and fog in the eyes of the young and handsome.

This kind of small pavilion was originally built to protect pedestrians from the wind and rain, but autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn shame people. In this kind of weather that is difficult to walk, the pedestrians rush to the road more hurriedly, and no one shelters from the rain.

The same is true in life. The way you go and what you think at the beginning are often counterproductive.

The young man with thick eyebrows behind him who helped him with an umbrella did not have such feelings. Since walking out of the fish market, his eyebrows have been locked somewhat, and the killing in his bright eyes has become more and more thick.

Watching the young Qingxiu stop in front of him to stop and look at the small pavilion, he lowered his voice and asked, "Is it here?"

Qingxiu young man nodded with both hands, "Here it is."

The young man with thick eyebrows started to get a little excited: "Let me shoot?"

Qingxiu young man glanced at him, his face calm as water: "The other party's strength is good, here is Changling, we can't spend more time here, so your shot is very suitable."

The young man with thick eyebrows became more and more excited. His left hand, which did not hold an umbrella, wiped on his clothes, as if his palms were sweating.

Qingxiu young men seemed to be in a better mood, smiled slightly, stepped into the small pavilion, and waited quietly.

The young man with thick eyebrows thought for a while, instead of walking into the small pavilion, he just stood outside holding the umbrella.

Not far away, on the way they came, a butter paper umbrella, like the yellow lotus leaf in the lotus pond, was slowly showing through.

Seeing the young men with thick eyebrows and the young men with fine eyebrows stopped in the front kiosk, the tall and thin man under the butter umbrella frowned slightly, but he still had strong self-confidence in himself, so his pace of progress did not stop at all.

He walked until he was more than ten meters across from the young man with thick eyebrows before stopping.

The young man with thick eyebrows raised his eyebrows and was more excited in his heart. However, countless fights and lessons in the past have made him a habit of never shooting before hearing the exact command behind him.

"You are not Qin people." He did not say anything, but the young and handsome young man standing in the pavilion said indifferently.

The thin, tall man under the butter paper umbrella said nonchalantly, "Depending on the situation, neither of you is a Qin."

The Qingxiu young man said calmly, "It’s not the Qin people, if they killed the Qin people, it has nothing to do with the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, and no one will work hard to track down. You are a good idea to fight, see if you have no fear. It looks like this is not the first time such a business has been done."

Is it fishing?

The thin, tall man under the butter paper umbrella frowned. He turned suspiciously and looked at the surrounding road, making sure that there was no hidden big Qin chariot in the rain curtain, and he even more inexplicably looked at the calm young man who was extremely extreme. Asked: "The ordinary foreigners do business in the fish market through an intermediary. They dare not show their wealth. You don’t follow the rules. Now you know that I’m specializing in business. You are still here waiting for me. You are also doing this. Kind of business?"

"I'm not interested in this kind of business that cuts the way."

The handsome young man shook his head, "Just when someone hits our mind, we will call back. This is our rule of doing things. It's you, who dare to keep up with something that is not right, but it's courageous, and it's considered deadly. only."

The tall, thin man under the butter paper umbrella smiled and said, "I was originally a dragon in Tanli, not a small fish in a fish market. Naturally, it is different from the average person. Since I have spent my energy to follow up, I have to look at it anyway. clear."

His laughter was very sincere and the words he spoke were arrogant, but in the next moment, the voice was not down, he turned around without hesitation, the butter paper umbrella in his hand flew towards the young man with thick eyebrows in front, and his body, Like a galloping horse, he escaped into the rain behind.

"It's a bit of a brain, I know how to retreat."

The young and handsome man watched the instantaneously smashing countless raindrops, wrapped in white mist, the thin and tall man who fled backwards in an extremely violent gesture, shook his head in exclamation, "Just because it is here, I want to retreat It’s not about you thinking about going in.”

After finishing these two sentences, he whispered to the young man with thick eyebrows again: "Do it."

When the word "hands on" sounded softly, the edge of the swirling butter paper umbrella was less than a foot away from the eyes of the thick-browed young man.

The sound of the air and raindrops cut from the edge of the paper umbrella makes people feel the power contained in it clearly, but the young man with thick eyebrows is just motionless, looking excitedly at this umbrella and the thin and tall running back man.

Suddenly there was a bleak whistle in the air, and a thin, reddish black sword suddenly flew out of the sleeve of the young man with thick eyebrows, and flew forward like lightning.

Just cut the umbrella handle of the butter paper umbrella on the way forward. At the next moment, the butter paper umbrella buzzed and completely disintegrated. It was directly shattered into a fluff by the force of terror and spread out.

The thin tall man's pupils contracted violently, and his skin was tense with a needle-like pain.

He was not an ordinary practitioner himself, and he was indeed a gangster, so he dared to do such a thing, but during conversations with young Qingxiu people, he felt restrained everywhere, especially at the moment, retreating. Both are directly seen by the other party.

Although he was uneasy and retreated, the butter paper umbrella was still his temptation. As long as the opponent's strength was not as scary as he thought, he would not retreat.

However, at this moment, the strength of this young man with thick eyebrows is more terrifying than he thought!

A crackle of "chi"!

The speed of the flying sword has been terrified to the extreme, and it is still accelerating more violently, even with a burst of white air mass, directly appearing in his sight!

The tall, thin man screamed sternly, and there were more than ten thumb-thick lines of fire in the air around him instantly. The water vapor surrounding him was evaporated instantly.

The little sword that disappeared into his sight had already appeared behind him, and the flying sword flying at a very high speed stabbed three minds towards his back.

boom!boom!boom!Three knocks.

More than a dozen dense fire lines crisscrossed in front of the flying sword were all chopped, and the powerful force made the thin and tall man's body fly out uncontrollably.

The young man with thick eyebrows pressed his lips tightly and stepped forward.

Just one step, just in front of the thin, tall man who flew back.

The old big umbrella in his hand flew upwards, but a big black sword was drawn from the handle.

The thin and tall practitioner is pale, he knows that it is time for life and death. Under the pressure of death, he has finally exploded into the ultimate strength, all the real elements in the body, from the countless tricks in front of him. Spurt out.

Countless small real fires appeared in front of him, and they faintly formed into a red dragon dragon, pounced on the thick-browed young man.

He is right. He is not a small fish in a shallow pond, he is a dragon.

The dragons formed by countless real fires are more terrifying than the real dragons. The raindrops floating down above are directly burned.

The wet clothes on the young man with thick eyebrows were instantly dried. He didn't even blink his eyebrows, but simply waved the big black sword drawn from the handle of the umbrella and waved forward.

A loud noise.

The black sword carried countless terrifying world spirits, directly smashed the dragon formed by real fire, and then knocked on the thin and tall practitioners.

This is not like a sword at all, but like a sledgehammer!

One hand can even hit the broken hammer with Iron Mountain!

"One…"

The thin tall man just issued a rapid scale, and was crushed by the terrifying power of all the meridians and all the bones in the body, like a weightless sack, flying back.

When the sword was about to appear, his subconscious knew that he could only make a hurried scale.

He was sad.

The word "one" represents many meanings.

...

Among the seven disciples of Zhao Jianlu, the first apprentice was Zhao Zhi.

According to legend, he has two swords, one "chisha" and one "broken mountain".

However, in the mouths of practitioners of various dynasties, they are used to calling him "Zhao Yi".

Because unlike all other sword masters who use two swords, his two swords, one flying sword and one close-in sword, are not used for one attack and one defense, but are used for attack.

He only cultivated a sword, no matter what kind of opponent he was, he would only fly out with one sword and knock out with one sword.

However, very few people can hold his sword.

In this Changling Mausoleum, what I encountered happened to be the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu and the characters of the seven true disciples. When the tall and thin man fell to the ground in disgrace, he felt that he had died unjustly.

Even waves of shock and amazement overwhelmed the initial fear and death fear.

It turned out that Mr. Zhao Yi was so young, that was Mr. Zhao Si.

With the bones in his body completely broken, he didn't know where the strength came from and raised his head slightly, wanting to look at the young and handsome young man in the pavilion again.

So it was Mr. Zhao Si.

The legendary Mr. Zhao Si turned out to be such a young and elegant person.

All practitioners in the world know that although Mr. Zhao Si is the fourth disciple of the Jianlu master, his realm is the highest among all true disciples, and all Jianlu disciples listen to his orders.

Mr. Zhao Yi, who only took a sword, also respected him very much. Like a servant, he always followed him, but he obeyed.

The thin and tall practitioner finally vaguely saw the shadow of the young and handsome man in the pavilion.

He was a little dazed, a little surprised and contented to die.