The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

Murong Jiang left his hand and pressed the sword, as if he was a peer discussing swords. "your name?"

Lu Jiuleng said, "My name is Lu Jiuleng."

Murong Jiangli pondered for a moment, "Oh? Never heard of it."

He didn't mean to be contemptuous in this statement, but just stated a fact.

Lu Jiu sneered happily, "You've heard it now. Please!"

When the two of them didn't fight like usual, they first yielded and tried several times, and then they fought with all their strength as soon as they got started.

Murong Jiangli's Shen Yuan epee in his hand was as stable as a rock in the heart of the river, he used [-]% of his internal strength in every move, his actions seemed to have stagnated, and he only made a piercing sound of wind blades when the sword edge cut through the airflow.It seems that there is more than one sword in his hand, and the countless wind blades between the flips of the moves have also become invincible blades.

Wind blades are ubiquitous, and a person has only a pair of hands. Who can handle such a sword?

Murong Jiang left, "This trick is called Hua Qian Shu, please comment."

The blade of the sword is white, the blade of the wind is like a flower in the sky, and a thousand trees bloom at night in the east wind.

The night clouds hang low, and there is a faint thunder above the night clouds,

The wind blade cut across the side of Lu Jiuleng's face, leaving a red mark like a sword's edge. He still had a smile on his face, but his heart was definitely not as relaxed as it appeared on his face.

Shen Yuan was originally an epee, but at this moment, he used his internal force as a guide to draw the wind and thunder from the sky and the earth, and his power is extremely powerful.Lu Jiu stood coldly under the sword wind, if there was a heavy burden in his heart, if he hadn't obtained the internal strength of Su Muhua and Huadao at this moment, he might have vomited blood.

Absolutely farewell is as fast as lightning, cutting in from the edge of the wind blade.Jue Bie Li is naturally tough, even the arrows that break the city can be stopped, but the one holding Jue Bie Li is just a hand, flesh and blood.

Lu Jiuhan's right hand was already bloody and bloody, the internal force he focused on was broken by the wind blade, but the weapon in his hand did not tremble in the slightest.Murong will be famous for decades, and his internal strength is accumulated bit by bit through hard training, cold and heat, and has been refined into steel.Lu Jiuleng's internal strength has just been gained, even though it is deep, it is like a young eagle that has just spread its wings, even though its wings have grown, there is always some uncontrollable hesitation between spreading its wings.

Since ancient times, softness can overcome rigidity, Murong Jiang's departure from martial arts is the ultimate rigidity, Lu Jiuhan's hands are far from each other, but rigidity and softness are combined. He should have more variables and more chances of winning.

Murong Jiangli's pupils contracted, and the soft weapon in Lu Jiuhan's hand seemed to suddenly turn into a sharp steel thorn, piercing directly between his eyebrows.

He actually gave up his own advantages and wanted to compete with Murong Jiangli in internal strength?

Murong backed away with the withdrawing sword, and slammed his palm at Lu Jiuleng's approaching chest, his palm was so powerful.If it is for him, there is no life, Lu Jiuleng hit the palm with a sinking elbow.As soon as the concentration of Jue Bie Li was released from his hand, the black snake-like weapon wrapped around the sword in Murong Jiang Li's hand, strangling it tightly.

Murong Jiangli shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Lu Jiu raised his eyebrows coldly and said with a smile, "Not at all."

The two of them are fighting each other with weapons at this moment, it is already a contest of internal strength, Lu Jiuhan's weapon is entangled with Murong Jiangli's sword, and he retreats and slides seven or eight steps away from the wind.How big the cliff can be, the direction of his retreat is already towards the cliff.Murong Jiangli is willing to withdraw his sword, he is pressing and will not let go.On the edge of the cliff, the mountain wind howled violently, the two of them met palms in the air, fought a stroke of internal force, their figures separated suddenly, and both of them landed on the soft branches.

When... Shen Yuan's sword fell on the open space beside the cliff, the black farewell was still wrapped around the snow-white sword.The wind was rustling, the trees were rustling, and lightning flashed across the air, and suddenly they saw their clothes fluttering like mountain ghosts.

The night was already dark, and the oriole had practiced for a long time in the jungle to be able to see in the dark. I could hear Lu Jiuleng on the top of the cliff saying the please, and then there was the sound of weapons being exchanged and clothes flapping in the wind. .He was very close to Ye Wenyan, and at this moment the angry and sad expression on this man's face fell into his eyes, and the boy's heart skipped a beat.Even though he had never understood human love, the look on Ye Wenyan's face at this moment made him feel depressed, and he vaguely understood that it was because of Brother Su.He thought that brother Su is also a good person, but why would brother Su make the young master so sad.He doesn't understand that being good or bad has nothing to do with being sad.

The fragrance of grass leaves, the chirping of insects and birds in the quiet night, and the soft sound of beasts' feet stepping on fallen leaves, these are all the joys in his 16 years of life.

He doesn't even understand how one can be happy for another and sad for another.

He didn't want to know about it either.

After the lightning, the thunder exploded like a drum, and Lu Jiuhan let out a long howl amidst the rolling thunder.The rain finally fell, and a black figure in the pouring rain seemed to be faster than the lightning that pierced the sky.

The stronger the wind, the crazier the rain, the colder the sword, the fiercer the killing intent.

There are flowers blooming in the rainy night, and the white awns are in full bloom suddenly. Thousands of wind blades cut Lu Jiuhan's clothes and skin, almost turning him into a blood man.

Murong Jiangli used his palms and fingers as swords, and Hua Qianshu reappeared!

The long night is drawing to a close, and the night is getting darker.

Under the rain, Lu Jiuleng's eyes sparkled with excitement. He heard the sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh, he heard the clumsy and dull sound of a person's body falling down, and the warm and bright red blood sprayed out stained his eyes. famous.

Lightning flashed, and it was like daylight for a moment. The figure in black stood on the edge of the cliff. His whole body was covered in blood, and he was so seriously injured that he seemed to fall down at any time, but he still stood tall and straight.He held a severed head in his hand, and blood dripped from the broken neck into the loess.In front of him, Murong Jiangli's headless body had fallen heavily into the dust.Lightning caught sight of Lu Jiu's cold, blood-red eyes. His move seemed to summon the power of hell, and he had turned into a demon.

Lu Jiuhan's winning move was nameless, but he had honed it countless times in the dark, and it was a deadly move that could change lives with money.This trick seems simple, but the eyesight, speed, and strength are all perfect.Among thousands of wind blades, if there was even a slight difference in taking Murong General Li's head, the one who fell would probably be Lu Jiuhan.

Su Muhua's palms were already sweating, and he was even more nervous than when he was facing a strong enemy.After a long time, the thunder and lightning gradually stopped, Lu Jiuhan walked towards him, threw Murong Jiangli's head in front of him, smiled as if he didn't care at all, "I won."

He had countless wounds all over his body, and the black clothes seemed to be rolled out of blood, but the smile on his face seemed not to have just experienced a life-and-death battle, but to be full of self-satisfaction, broken for his lover. I planted a peach blossom still with dew.

Su Muhua raised her phoenix eyes slightly, with warmth in them, "How is your injury?"

The torrential rain also became gentle, the rain fell on the shoulders of the two, the night wind blew the blades of grass, and the two figures on the cliff looked at each other for a long time.

"It's really unbearable," Chuntao sighed and walked towards Buliu.Bu Liuxing's face turned pale, and he suddenly got behind Huadao, hugging Huadao's legs, trembling like a chaste woman, "You...don't come here."

Chuntao smiled charmingly and coldly, "I'm coming, what can you do?"

Ren Qing'er, who worshiped the Moon Sect, was rumored to be a master of Fengyue in the Jianghu. He blushed with a smile and cursed secretly, bah, you monster, you actually used coquettish tricks on me.He stood on the edge of the cliff a few steps, tongue tied and said, "You...you come here again, and I will jump off."

Chuntao smiled leisurely, "Yo, you are jumping. When you die, I will send you back to Zhao Qianyun, and then spread the word all over the rivers and lakes. Zhao Yunjian did this and that for Ren Qinger... Finally, he was forced to jump off the cliff. Yes...the expression on the old man's face must be very good, and your married junior sister knows it, she must...hehe...hehe..."

Buliuxing jumped up, "You...you, shut up...you still have to be shameless...I've explained everything to you clearly, and you still go all over the world to find a man. Ren Qinger You are also famous in the rivers and lakes..."

"This is strange. I have never heard of anyone talking about shame with someone from the Moon Worship Sect? Zhao Daxia, how much is a catty of shame?" Maybe it was because the rocks were too slippery after the rain. The figure of Liu Xing said, "Did you really dance?"

He flied quickly, grabbed Bu Liuxing's belt in mid-air, there was a sound of tearing silk, Bu Liuxing's body fell heavily, crushing a piece of thatch and splashing rain.

Bu Liuxing pressed his back and his face turned pale from the pain, before he could utter a cry of pain, a pair of iron-like hands gripped the throat.

"Don't move," the boy who restrained him shouted in a low voice, his eyes staring vigilantly at the people who were chasing him.

Ye Wenyan stood behind him, with no expression on his handsome face, his eyes only sank when they fell on Su Muhua.

The two of them hid in the grass for a long time, and just now the lightning flashed and the thunder covered their voices, even Huadao and Lu Jiuhan didn't realize that there was someone beside them.

Ye Wenyan stared at Lu Jiu and said coldly, "Get out of the way, or your friend will die here."

Before Lu Jiuhan could answer, Su Muhua pulled his sleeve and said, "Let him go."

Ye Wenyan smiled, as if flowers were blooming in Qingya's eyes, "Mu Hua, we will meet again. Today you cut off your robes with me... It's fine if we don't become brothers."

After he finished speaking, he took it with him and left without leaving. "After ten miles, I will let him go."

Chuntao looked at Su Muhua and said hastily, "Thank you." After following, he didn't dare to follow too closely, only dared to fall far away.Turning around, seeing that Huadao had followed, he said happily, "Master."

Huadao said indifferently, "That young man's kung fu is weird, it reminds me of an old friend, I'll come and see."

Huadao and Chuntao followed in the distance, ten miles behind, they saw that Bu Liuxing was tied to a big tree with a piece of cloth in his mouth, and he was still cursing.Hua Dao didn't stop, and chased in the direction Ye Wenyan and Huang Que were walking.

Chuntao put Bu Liuxing down from the tree, took out the cloth in his mouth, and stuffed a pill.But he didn't untie the rope that bound him, and patted Bu Liuxing's strong chest muscles with a smile.Watching with satisfaction beads of sweat oozed from the man's broad forehead and flowed down the bridge of his handsome nose, the wheat-colored muscles at the open neckline tensed for a moment.

Bu Liuxing looked as if he had eaten a cockroach, "Ren Qing'er, Ren Youkai, what did you eat for me?"

Chuntao smiled softly, "Well, Chunfengjidu pills...a thousand taels of silver...it's cheaper for you." He held Bu Liu Xing in his hand, swept out of the forest, and walked towards the way he came from .

Su Muhua gathered the ambush soldiers brought by Buliu Xing, buried Murong Jiangli, and packed up his luggage. He will take these people to Wangbei City.

Wang Yingxiong rubbed in front of him. "Little Su..."

If that posture hadn't been for Wang Xiaochi holding him back, the boy would have come up to give him a bear hug.

"Brother Su", Su Muhua smiled and patted his head, wrapped Murong Jiangli's head with a piece of cloth, and hung it on the horse's head.

Even though the rain clouds were hanging low, it was already dawn, and the pale sky light saw a pile of loess new graves raised behind.

Lu Jiuhan was already waiting for him on the horse, seeing him look up, he took his hand to get on the horse.

Lu Jiu said coldly, "Xiao Su, sit still."

"Wait", the two of them looked back, and walked over without leaving Chuntao on their shoulders.

Su Muhua said with a smile, "This Ren Qing'er is a sweetheart."

Lu Jiu sighed coldly, "I only sigh that Jianghu never sees the unrepentant in the dream of a spring girl."

The two rode together, and the horses strode forward in the wind, and soon the blood-stained Changping Valley boundary marker was far away.

Why is it time to call upon the soul? The mountain ghost cries secretly.

The sky is also jealous, and the Yinger swallows are all loess.

Throughout the ages, in order to be reserved for the sorrows, sing and drink wildly and visit Yanqiu.

The author has something to say: Martial arts is a bit difficult to write, and it was not updated in the early morning, so this one is thicker and longer.

Moved a copy in CP, if it is not convenient for LJJ to read the article, you can go there to read it.