The sun is hanging in the middle.

Shen Xiaojia put on a clear lotus gauze scarf, opened the curtain, took off the coachman's bamboo hat and put it on his head, bent down and stepped out, standing on the carriage's board, his shadow was stretched diagonally, just in front of his own head.

Trampled underfoot.

Where there is light, there is shadow, just like his black and white hair, which contains the principle of balance between yin and yang in the world.

However, at this moment, the shadow in Shen Xiaojia's heart overshadowed the light of the day.

The moment he opened the curtain and walked out of the carriage, he looked back at Chu Yunqiao.

One glance for a thousand years.

The moment their eyes met, what he saw was not Chu Yunqiao, but his lover a thousand years later.

She is very similar to her, her eyebrows are clear and unsullied from the mud.

In fact, it's not like that. Shen Xiaojia knows in his heart that neither the mute girl nor Chu Yunqiao is similar to the person who will be thousands of years later. However, he feels similar these two times just because he thinks about it and misses it.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

The person who stood in his heart was named Xiao He. Because of a joke he made casually, Xiao He turned into A Lian when he grew up, and died tragically in front of his eyes because of a case he assisted in investigating.

Shen Xiaojia let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes were filled with ice. Seeing Shen Qi and the men in black fighting happily, the disgust in his heart became even stronger.

Tiptoeing a little, Shen Xiaojia imitated Mo Chunfeng's steps and floated off the carriage, like a gentle breeze.

After two people get along for a long time, they will naturally become very similar to each other, like husband and wife. Although he and Mo Chunfeng are not husband and wife, they have been together longer than many couples in the world. Therefore, what Mo Chunfeng knows, he also

Just a little bit.

For example, the little steps of a dragonfly touching the water.

"knife!"

Shen Xiaojia blurted out one word without a verb and without calling out the name of the old song.

But after ten years of getting along, he and Lao Qu have already developed a certain understanding of each other. Sometimes, it only takes a blink of an eye to know what the other person wants and what he wants to do.

The moment the word "dao" fell, Lao Qu's eyes flashed with excitement, he let out a sigh like a local dog, took the Hanyue knife from his waist, flicked it casually, and threw it towards Shen Xiaojia, who was gradually falling, like a meteor streaking across.

Shen Xiaojia stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, using the force of the sword to fly straight towards Shen Qi. Zeng Ba's first sword move appeared in his mind, and he shouted loudly, "Thousands of birds can fly away!"

Shen Qi, who was standing in the field, turned to look at the cold light, and immediately stood there blankly, his face suddenly turned pale, and his two limbs trembled.

The fat man in black who was originally lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, quickly stepped in front of Shen Qi, and blocked it with his sword.

clang!

The two knives collided together, and the plain knife immediately broke in the middle, and half of the blade fell to the ground.

Shen Xiaojia drew out the tip of the knife and stabbed Han Yue seven points into the chest of the fat man in black, and said without any emotion, "You are fighting too slowly, let me end this battle quickly!"

Without emotions, one often has absolute certainty and absolute self-confidence.

"Thousands of birds flying over thousands of mountains..." The thin man among the men in black recognized the move Shen Xiaojia had just made, his pupils shrank slightly and said, "Are you Shuangjiang Sword Zengba?" He looked at the Hanyue Sword in Shen Xiaojia's hand,

He shook his head again, "No, you don't have a sword in your hand!"

But the fat man in black was frightened by Shen Xiaojia's move just now. The other half of the sword in his hand also fell to the ground. He tremblingly touched his chest that was leaking blood. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

, murmured with a pale face, "It turns out to be Shuangjiang Sword, what a great sword!"

Shen Xiaojia neither denied the thoughts of the fat man in black nor acknowledged the statement of the thin man in black. He let them guess, so as not to cause any more trouble to himself.

The tall man in black looked at Shen Xiaojia with narrowed eyes, then glanced at the fat man in black, pulled Shen Qi behind him, held the steel rod flat in front of his chest, and winked at the thin man and the short man beside him. Squeezing out one word from between his teeth, "Kill!"

The short man in black immediately leaned over and rolled on the ground, distanced himself from Shen Xiaojia, raised the crossbow, and kept pulling the trigger.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Shen Xiaojia stepped towards the short man in black, holding the Hanyue Sword, blocking left and right, slashing diagonally and horizontally, turning around, walking like a lotus, slashing again and again, after a few breaths, all the flying crossbow arrows were chopped Luo sneered, "Short legs are usually afraid of assassins, but you dare to tease me!"

The dwarf man in black looked at Shen Xiaojia, who was getting closer and closer to him, and immediately backed away in panic, and hurriedly pulled the trigger again, but no three-edged arrow was shot out. He saw Shen Xiaojia raising the knife to strike at him, and hurriedly Use the crossbow to move up a gear.

Click! The crossbow broke into pieces and flew away.

Shen Xiaojia twisted his steps and turned towards the thin man who was attacking with a gun. He didn't even look at the short man anymore.

The short man in black was stunned for a moment, and it was not until ten breaths later that he suddenly noticed the eye-catching blood mark on his right arm. It was an inch or two deep, and the skin was torn open. He immediately wailed, folded his arms, and rolled on the ground.

The knife is sharp enough that no one will feel anything when it cuts through the skin, just like a breeze caressing it. Hanyue is the fastest knife in the world. Not only does Laoqu cut the knife quickly, but the knife itself is also polished fast enough.

The thin man in black had just stopped Shen Xiaojia from stabbing Shen Xiaojia when he heard the short man's screams. He was distracted for a moment. He originally blocked the kidnapping, but then the spear move that should have made Lihua shake his head also stopped.

Shen Xiaojia raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned sideways, and wrapped himself around the right hand of the thin man in black. Han Yue slid a circle along his waist, switched to his left hand, held the handle of the knife and slipped forward, passing by the thin man in black. The blood stains on the blade added another layer of blood.

Tick ​​tick tick.

The bright red blood slid from the wrist of the thin man in black along the barrel of the gun and fell to the ground, forming a puddle.

The thin man in black stood holding the spear with both hands, staring at the deep crack on his right wrist with a bitter mouth. He didn't even have the courage to turn back and stab Shen Xiaojia because his right hand could never lift it again in his life. A spear weighing six pounds and five taels.

The tall man in black looked at the brothers who had been maimed by Shen Xiaojia. His face turned cold. He turned his hands over and switched from defense to offense. He pointed the tip of the stick directly at Shen Xiaojia and said coldly, "My surname is Yang. The word, the vajra rod sinks into shape."

Shen Xiaojia shook off the blood beads on Hanyue Knife, said softly "Oh", and said three words expressionlessly, "I know."

Yang Cheng looked at Shen Xiaojia who continued to walk towards him, frowned and said, "The person behind me is named Shen. He is the son and only son of the Lord of Yuecheng City."

Shen Xiaojia said lightly, "I know."

Yang Cheng's frown deepened, "I and several others are actually Mr. Shen's bodyguards, and we are all members of the Lord of Yue City."

Shen Xiaojia still held the knife forward and still uttered those three words, "I know."

"No matter what your relationship is with Shuangjiang Sword, if you offend the Lord of Yue City, you will never be able to leave Yue City in your life..." Yang Chengse said inwardly, "And since you and Miss Yunqiao are riding in the same carriage, You must also know that the city lord and Miss Yunqiao know each other. If you insist on going your own way, you will not only harm yourself, but also implicate Miss Yunqiao..."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense!" Shen Xiaojia sighed impatiently, "It's just a fight, endless nonsense. I came to Yuecheng just to see the world, and I will leave later... As for

What do you mean by affecting Miss Yunqiao? What does that have to do with me? I don’t even know her name unless you tell her. I’m just admiring the beauty from a close distance. It’s up to you to decide what you want to do in the future!”

"You sound like you don't want to be nice anymore..." Yang Cheng took a bow and leaned back, touching the ground with the tip of his stick. The veins on his arms were exposed, and his eyes were cold as he said, "If you were Shuangjiang Sword, I would still be a little afraid of you, but it's a pity that you

It's not him... and I, unlike those brothers, am the 156th on the Jianghu Knight List, and I have a lot of experience in teaching a fledgling bastard like you!"

Shen Xiaojia shook his head and pursed his lips and said, "It seems that the knight errant list is too heavy-handed. All kinds of cats and dogs can be on the list. It was in vain that I even thought about going up there to have fun. It's really disappointing..."

Yang Cheng snorted coldly, "Then let's meet Zhenzhang and see who is the parallel importer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cheng raised his stick, and the shadow of the stick was like a whip, and he swung it towards Shen Xiaojia's face, making a thunderous sound.

Shen Xiaojia looked solemn and dodged sideways, but the wind of the stick hit his left arm. In an instant, a red mark appeared on his arm. But the expression on his face did not change. It seemed that the red mark was not painful or itchy, and he was calm.

He watched Yang Cheng stabbing him with his stick, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, slashing diagonally and horizontally.

When! The Hanyue knife collides with the iron rod and makes a crisp sound, just like a blacksmith hitting the iron with a sledgehammer.

Both of them were knocked back half a step. Yang Cheng took advantage of the situation and held the iron rod behind his back with one hand. He put the iron rod on his shoulders, bent his elbows and held it flat, and swept it away with all his strength.

Shen Xiaojia licked his lips, moved his slightly numb right hand a few times, held the knife in front of him, and took Yang Cheng's stick again.

Dang! Another crisp impact sounded!

Different from the previous time, this time Shen Xiaojia took two steps back, but Yang Cheng took one step forward, and took advantage of the situation to pursue him, poking out countless stick shadows and blocking all Shen Xiaojia's retreat.

Lao Qu, who was standing not far away, picked his ears and said, "What you are holding is a knife, not a hammer. How can you fight with him... There are so many stick techniques in the world, but most of them are based on basic moves."

It has evolved into chopping, tapping, poking, picking, sweeping... Use your brain more, and the method to crack simple moves is also very simple."

Shen Xiaojia was stunned. He looked at the Hanyue Sword in his hand. He held his breath and concentrated on the heavy stick shadows in front of him. He slowly closed his eyes. Zeng Ba's second sword suddenly appeared in his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes.

, turned the sword into a sword, quickly formed a dense sword network, and said in a deep voice, "Ten thousand people will be wiped out!"

The shadow of the stick intersected with the sword net, making countless clear sounds.

After a moment, all the stick shadows dispersed, but the sword net continued to move forward, falling on Yang Cheng's body one by one, revealing dozens of bright red blood lines.
Chapter completed!