I have nothing but luck

The shape of Xie Rongjiao's hand holding the sword, from the wrist to the fingertips, is as clear as snow, as if it is about to be blown into the rough wind and sand in the northern wilderness.

The thief leader seemed to act according to the script of the villain in the book, and said with a sinister smile at Xie Rongjiao: "Where is the little lady born so handsome, but she can stay as a slave to serve the two brothers to be happy."

Lu Binwei, who opened the curtain in the carriage to observe the situation, quickly activated the defensive formation on the carriage.

He was afraid that Jiang Jingxing would throw his sword unreasonably and overturn the carriage.

Except for the possibility of deliberate provocation, the thief is blind.

Xie Rongjiao is actually the kind of person that makes it difficult for people to mistake their gender.

But this is the Northern Wilderness.

Not to mention the rough and warlike northern wilderness, most of the people in the northern frontier are tough and rough, and it is common for women to be tall and dark. Whenever there is a war, they are more active than men in carrying guns and drawing crossbows.

It's hard to say who is more masculine with the romantic scholars in the Central Plains and Southland.

Xie Rongjiao was not angry.

The living don't need to compare with the dead.

He is faster than the disciples of Jianmen.

The climate in the Northern Wilderness has never been beautiful, with strong winds and yellow sand blowing all year round.

When Xie Rongjiao drew his sword and stood up, the strong wind and yellow sand could not penetrate more than three feet around his body.

Let alone when he drew his sword?

The yellow sand all over the sky paused in the air, and the wind also stopped for a moment. It seemed that the strong wind and gravel also had eyes, and his eyes were dazzled by the bright light of his sword.

Immediately, large expanses of sword light gradually condensed into a line.

The wind of yellow sand was blowing wildly against the direction they came from, probably because Xinyue surrendered to the momentum of the sword and used their meager strength to strengthen the momentum of the sword.

No need.

Even if that ray of bright sword energy is almost hidden in the wind and sand, it is slightly invisible.

The thief turned his lips in disdain, wanting to see what kind of flowers this young man, who is more like a flower than the girl in the tavern band, can play.

The hot throat blood spilled on the barren land.

When the sword energy flew to the throat of the first person, it was barely visible.

When it reaches the throat of the fourth person, it is still the same as when it first came.

From when he drew his sword to killing four people in a row, it took only a blink of an eye.

The leader drew out his saber and shouted loudly, his voice and the aura of the sword raised high, as if he wanted to shake the clouds.

The next moment, a bone-chilling sword edge approached him. The sword edge was cold, and the killing intent contained in the sword edge was even colder.

Along with the sword energy all over the sky, it blows into the bones of people.

Like Fang Linhe.

Fang Linhe resisted the menacing attack of the head of the bandit, his expression remained as immobile as the sword, and he shouted: "My disciple of the Sword Sect, draw your sword!"

The light of 27 long swords pierced through the wind and sand, and wandered among the horse thieves.

Xie Rongjiao's mighty sword energy finally disappeared in the wind and sand when he reached the eighth person.

Horse thieves wandered the grassland all year round, and they were able to save their lives. Those who cultivated to this level were all ruthless characters.

They don't have any sympathy for their companions, but the blood that penetrated the wasteland let them know that this young man is not an easy-going lamp.

Xie Rongjiao was surrounded by tacit horse thieves.

They each unleashed their own weapons and released their own killing moves.

Fortunately, there are no buildings within a radius of one mile, otherwise it would have been a pile of broken earth and tiles.

There is no sword repairer who is not easy to fight.

This is especially true for the disciples of Jianmen. They are eager to take the sword in their hands and want to carve their names to the world.

The disciples who formed the sword array turned their footsteps tacitly, and plunged into the encirclement of the horse thief abruptly. The long sword in their hands kept on, and the blood splashed on the tip of the sword was almost continuous.

Xie Rongjiao is also a sword cultivator.

He was grateful for the kindness of the disciples of Jianmen who helped him, but he wanted to kill the enemy with his own hands.

With a flick of his wrist, dozens of invisible sword qi were released along with the tip of the sword.

The wind and sand danced wildly, Xie Rongjiao's sleeves swayed.

Under this momentum, the dozens of sword qi can be said to be silent.

It is not a hidden path, on the contrary, it is an upright light that is integrated with the energy of heaven and earth.

The horse thief retreated and dodged with his keen intuition.

Zhenjiang Mountain will not hesitate to catch up.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was even louder.

It is dense like heavy rain pouring down, and the raindrops hit the ground; high-pitched like the tortoise shell of a dancer's fingertips scratching the four strings of a pipa, the sound is like cracking silk.

Xie Rongjiao's sword was as fast as a sword, but the wrist holding the sword was steady, and he slashed the horse thief's blade more and more ruthlessly.

Zhenjiang Mountain in his hand is a famous sword with a history of thousands of years. Competing with horse thieves for the strength of the weapon is really no different from Jiang Jingxing's own end.

Too bully.

There are so many horse thieves, after all, there are only a few people, so few knives.

The awe-inspiring spirit is filled with heaven and earth, and it is endless.

If it wasn't for Xie Rongjiao's limited spiritual power, those horse thieves would be belching when he used his sword.

So the sword light rose, piercing through the horse thief's defense that the knife was turned so impenetrably.

The next moment blood gushed out, Xie Rongjiao pushed aside the corpse of the horse thief with the tip of Xie Rongjiao's sword, and pointed at the head of the thief as the figure danced!

It's not that he didn't mind when he was disgusted by the bandit leader, but he knew that the trivial matter of being disgusted would be settled by Zhenjiang Mountain together with the countless injustices that the bandit leader had tainted under his knife.

Blood for blood is not necessarily right.

But sometimes, only blood can repay blood.

With a twist of Fang Linhe's wrist, the long sword that was supposed to block the thief's head saber suddenly sprang up like a dragon, opening its teeth and claws, and spit out the deep cold air of the thousand-year-old cold pool frozen, with murderous intent.

The thief leader can block his sword, how can he block Xie Rongjiao's sword?

The thief blocked Xie Rongjiao's majestic sword, how could he block Fang Linhe's already three-pointed sword?

Unless he has four hands and two knives.

It's a pity that the thief leader killed so many people and committed all kinds of crimes. He is still the same as an ordinary person, with only two hands, which can only hold a knife.

The next moment, the thief's body was as cold as Fang Linhe's sword energy.

Jiang Jingxing withdrew his hand on the Baji sword.

He knew that when the horse thieves appeared, they would die, and he also knew that it would not be difficult for the disciples of Jianmen and Ah Ci to deal with the horse thieves.

But the moment the leader of the horse thief opened his mouth, he still wanted to throw the Baji sword on the leader's face.

How dare you say such disgusting words when I am a dignified sage and hold my apprentice for fear of making him unhappy?

Fortunately, the leader of the horse bandits died at the foot of Zhenjiang Mountain, which made Jiang Jingxing spit out the depression in his heart.

He went back to the carriage, sipped tea and laughed at Lu Binwei: "Brother Lu, why did you open the defensive formation? In Brother Lu's eyes, am I such a reckless person? Even if I want to make a move, I have to be cautious." Resign yourself to the will to deal with these scum."

Out of mercy, he stopped laughing at Lu Binwei's courage, and instead said: "If you want to say Ah Ci, you are worthy of being my apprentice. You see, he has not reached the age of the crown, and he is not inferior to Fang Linhe at all, and the sword he draws is even worse. Extremely Beautiful"

What sword can be praised as beautiful by a sage?

Even Xie Rongjiao's great-uncle, who has been in the realm of heaven and man for a long time, can only get Jiang Jingxing to say "according to the scriptures."

Except for Aiwujiwu, the self-contained filter does not do what he thinks.

Lu Binwei looked at him expressionlessly, wanting to throw his teacup on his face.

But he dared not.

Seeing Lu Binwei's sullen expression, Jiang Jingxing became more refreshed, and his previous unhappiness was swept away.

This up and down is extremely thrilling, it is the length of a lifetime for the thief leader, in fact, when he died, the corpses of his subordinates not far away had not had time to fall down.

The Jianmen disciple put his sword back into its sheath, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

They are warlike, but they are not fools.

It is not difficult to see that this team of horse thieves has extraordinary fighting power. If they hadn't discovered it first, the horse thieves had already assembled their sword formations when they came, and the first battle was high-spirited. For no reason, there was an extra Xie Rongjiao in the team who was also extraordinary in the Hinayana realm , there is no risk of overturning.

Anyway, it is impossible to have such a good situation now, not to mention that none of the disciples were damaged, and none of them were seriously injured.

Such a team of horse thieves should have belonged to the Twelve Divisions of the Eastern Desolation long ago.

Even if the horse thieves are unwilling, the matter of belonging does not depend on their own will, and they are not allowed to speak.

And when this team of horse thieves appeared, they didn't have any flags, just like ordinary horse thieves that were not noticeable.

What does this mean?

The Jianmen disciples couldn't figure it out.

They had a vague feeling in their hearts that this business might not be as simple as they imagined.

Fang Linhe was the one who knew these Jianmen disciples best.

He got up and looked around, and asked coldly, "Is the sword there?"

The disciples said in unison: "Yes."

Fang Linhe asked again: "Is anyone there?"

The disciples answered in unison: "Yes."

Fang Linhe's tone was as cold and hard as his saber, the more cold and hard he was, the more unshakable he was: "The sword is in the person's presence, the road ahead is dangerous, and the wind, knife and frost are constantly cutting, what is there to be afraid of? What is there to be afraid of?"

Fang Linhe's words were very elegant as a swordsman, and they were full of blood, which aroused people's blood.

But when he really hit the crow's mouth, it's another matter whether the blood is surging or not.

In the past two days, they have encountered wave after wave of horse thieves who seem to be inexhaustible in the spring breeze. Not to mention that Jianmen disciples are so tired that they can just find a spot that is not stained with blood and fall asleep on the ground. Xie Rongjiao is almost out of time Toss his poor and fastidious.

The only ones who are free are Jiang Jingxing and Lu Binwei.

The former's combat power is too high to intervene, so it is still a matter of fortune-telling and throwing coins to fight with Lu Binwei.

The latter's combat power is too low, it's like delivering food, so it's still nothing to deduce and argue with Jiang Jingxing.

It can be seen that sometimes extreme points are not bad.

Pei Ming looked sluggish: "Why do I feel that I have been targeted by Dong Huang?"

"How faceless?" His companion remarked, "It's not you who were targeted, but everyone in Kyushu who entered the Eastern Wilderness."

Hearing that, Xie Rongjiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hinayana realms are mostly rare existences, enough to be a leisurely and dignified offering in an ordinary sect family, honoring the ancestors.Even among the three sects in one city in the Southern Territory, people like Xie Rongjiao and Fang Linhe who did not make it to the Hinayana are still outstanding geniuses.

The patriarchs of the Twelve Clans of the Eastern Wilderness are only Mahayana practitioners, how much cabbage can the Hinayana have to walk everywhere?

But this time they hunted north, the first thief they ran into in the first battle was the Hinayana cultivation base, and then two or three Hinayana came.

The frequency is so high that it's hard not to be suspicious.

Hearing his doubts, Jiang Jingxing felt very relieved: "The head of the Donghuang tribe is about to die, why don't you allow the grasshopper to jump around before it dies?"

On the other side, Pei Ming clenched his fists angrily: "The desolate people are really deceiving people too much! Squads lined up to die, do you really think that we sword repairers are easy to bully?"

He raised his voice: "We should take the initiative to provoke them and teach them a lesson, otherwise wouldn't it be too embarrassing to keep being beaten passively?"

Fang Linhe actually gave him a gentle look of approval.

Xie Rongjiao: "..." Yang Ruopu's departure from Jianmen did not happen for no reason.

He couldn't understand the magical logic of Pei Ming shouting that he was exhausted one moment, and then actively provoking Moxiu the next.

But that didn't stop him from approving the move.