Si Nian respects Ye Gucheng very much and admires him very much, but he won’t Impey him and show mercy to him, although Si Nian appreciates their affection when he learns that the ten thousand dead in Baiyun City seek revenge against Ximen Chuixue.
Si Nian slightly opened his eyes, took it in his left hand and put it aside, finishing the slightly wrinkled clothes and said softly.
"Kill it …"
After receiving the command from Si Nian, Tianlong Hesheng slapped his feet with his left hand on horseback and rushed to more than ten thousand dead people with his bare hands.
Life smiled indifferently. The Jianghu advanced sword should be drawn, and the blue sword wave of Sanqing should pounce on the person in front.
"Sniff!" The lead leader was about to wield a knife and cut off the chest of Tianlong, who was the first to tread the wind. He couldn’t help but fall when he was cool and didn’t respond. The horse owner fell and the horse was frightened, but it immediately became quiet because a man’s black gauze suddenly appeared on his back and floated gently in the waves.
Si Nian looked at the steed indifferently and gently stroked it with his left hand. "Don’t be afraid …"
A string of blood slowly slipped from the tip of the immortal sword …
Si nian sat quietly on the horse, closed his eyes and taught himself.
No one dares to get close to him, because everyone gets close to others and instantly falls off his horse.
Tianlong and Shengda killed the quartet, and their robes were quietly dyed red by splashing blood waves …
Once again, there was a loud noise. Thousands of white clothes fluttered like snowmen and rode to the chest embroidered with a blooming blood flower.
The sword of eternal life is swept by the light of the sword, and Si Nian said indifferently, "Go back to the carriage."
When the white light flashed, the sword was placed beside him and closed quietly.
Draco, a freshman, splashed and injured dozens of people around him, and then returned to the carriage with Sheng.
"None left!" Sheng Shen ordered thousands of gangs, and then thousands of gangs quickly left more than 7,000 people to fight for death, which abruptly forced them to both sides of the road. The dragon saw that the right hand had cleared and the whip waved, and two horses hissed and hoofed away.
Chapter seventy Penglai pie
Autumn wind blows quietly and leaves fall all over the bamboo forest. A ray of sunshine penetrates the bamboo forest and hits the face of the yellow man. The yellow man’s face is calm and heavy, and the ground rustles gently …
A moment later, a stream appeared in front of the people in yellow clothes. There was a simple wooden house at the head of the stream. The waterwheel creaked next to the wooden house, carrying a clear stream and a shallow stream …
"poop-poop ….." The white dove on the ground jumped up and stayed in the bamboo forest on the roof when the yellow man arrived.
"It’s not bad to have friends coming from afar." A dumb sound sounded like the wooden man was gently pushed by the autumn wind, and he was surprised that his calm face did not change and he stepped in.
The wooden house is full of calligraphy and painting, while the dragon dances while the phoenix dances, and the music in the mountains flows smoothly … and each calligraphy and painting end is correspondingly placed with a weapon or knife or sword or silk or whip …
There is a man sitting in the lobby, a middle-aged man in a gray suit, with two beards and a simple pen, writing like a private scholar. However, everyone who comes here will definitely not regard him as a poor man. They will exchange a message at a high price, but this man looks like a poor man. But he doesn’t like money. He never even looks at the beautiful calligraphy and painting, because those calligraphy and painting in his room have surpassed those of Saint Wang Xi and Saint Wu Daohua, and these calligraphy and painting are all from the same hand. That man named Bai Xiaosheng is also the middle-aged man who looks like this poor man.
The yellow man sink a way "I want to know the news of Ximen Chuixue".
Bai Xiaosheng didn’t look up, but simply wrote, "After the First World War, Ximen Chuixue was buried with all his heart and vowed not to be fascinated. People in the rivers and lakes knew where he was going after that day in the Central Plains."
The man in yellow didn’t frown and lose because Bai Xiaosheng said he didn’t know. His right hand slowly touched from his waist to "swish!" A handle around the waist soft sword was pulled out by it.
It is very strange to see that the whole sword is like a snake coiled, and the tail of the snake is hooked into the hilt, and the head of the snake is the tip of the sword, and the tongue of the snake sticks out and forks, and the tip of the sword has two forks. The sword is golden and bright, and there is a blood stain on the body, which gives off blue oil and dark light.
Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes lit up and said, "Golden Snake Sword!"
The man in yellow didn’t reply, so he threw the golden snake sword on the table and waited for Bai Xiaosheng to speak.
Bai Xiaosheng took the golden snake sword in his right hand and looked at it carefully. "It is said that Ximen Chuixue told his good friend Lu Xiaofeng where he was going when he left."
The yellow man was still not satisfied with the answer, and then he took out a quaint little box from the sleeve of his left hand. There was a knife lying quietly inside, and a sharp knife flashed out, shining the whole wooden house. The murderous look went straight to Bai Xiaosheng’s face, and Bai Xiaosheng’s face changed greatly. "Hey!" As soon as I got up from the chair, I couldn’t help but blurt out, "Xiao Li flies a knife?" ！” Then he immediately shook his head. "It’s impossible that Li Xunhuan won’t give Xiao Li’s flying knife to others, and no one has the ability to seize it …" Bai Xiaosheng instantly looked up and suddenly stared at "Luna Blade!"
The yellow man did not deny that he slowly raised his left hand and right hand to pull out the sword hidden in the scabbard. "If it is not enough, I will have your life in exchange for the answer …"
Bai Xiaosheng couldn’t believe staring straight at the moment when the yellow man drew his sword. Rao always kept calm. He couldn’t help but retreat and panic. He knocked down the chair and kept shaking his head, muttering, "Impossible … how can anyone get Xuanyuan Sword … Xuanyuan recognizes the dark stars of the Lord, the sun, the moon and the hidden chaos in the rivers and lakes …"
The man in yellow slowly walked out of the wooden house, leaving Bai Xiaosheng still standing in the room.
The yellow dress man looked up slightly at the sun, and his eyes flashed off. "Penglai Fairy Island …"
Two fine horses pulling carts in Mizhou, Shandong Province, are very travel-stained. Lin Cheng Si Nian said indifferently to Tianlong outside, "Tianlong find a place to eat."