Chapter 4 Little White Dragon, Gumstone Sword 3 ()

Dali border.

The narrow and long levels are hidden in the dense forest.

Song Xian faced the natural scenery of green and blue lakes, red maple and yellow leaves, and could not be interested in admiring it. The border in the distance was like an ancient castle. From the outside, he could not see the breath of someone in it.

"Why haven't Liu Daxia come yet?" Yang Songxian is a standard impatient person. Although he can't see the appearance, everyone familiar knows that his name is "Jade-faced Little Fire Dragon".

The sunset buried the clear sky, and the place where he stood under the autumn wind was as poetic as a fairyland.

But a hustle and bustle broke through all the peace.

Looking through the bushes, it turned out that the old and the young were surrounded by a group of bandits. The old man was cursing something. The young man had a sword on his body, but he was obviously shocked by the murderous aura of the bandits and could not be pulled out. Seeing the injustice, Song Xian went up to find out the situation. He was very skilled in light skills, and none of so many people heard his movements.

But the bandit interrupted the old man sternly: "Fan Tieqiao, have you finished scolding? Your mouth is indeed good at speaking, but don't worry, I don't understand! Brothers, you are ready. Just catch these two as a threat, and the knife of hatred is just around the corner!"

Shenheng Knife? Song Xianyilin: Who are these people? Why do they also want to kill Shenheng Knife? Are they not ordinary bandits! And are those old and young really people from the Short Knife Valley?

He first entered Sichuan and Shu, but did not understand the current situation in Sichuan and Shu. He had only heard of Fan Tieqiao's reputation. Like Liu Wujin and Lin Chujiang, he belonged to the seven leaders of the Short Sword Valley, but he was the only literati among them. Iron teeth and bronze teeth are weapons, and he could compare with the old man with a bookish temperament in front of him.

Reason tells Yang Songxian: Don’t be impulsive! Never be impulsive!

The so-called "Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years, and then you will be used by a bearded man during the day, which is not just a shame for you.

"Tsk, what are your ambiguous paths? You have no place to gain a foothold in Sichuan and Shu. If you want to hurt Uncle Fan, please ask me Lu Cheng's sword first!" The boy, no, he should still be a young child, younger than himself, and more angry.

Song Xian chewed gently: "The Black Ambiguous Daohui?" After thinking for a long time, he became increasingly confused: Why are so many passers-by coveting the Yinheng Sword? The sword thief in the daytime, the black Ambiguous Daohui in front of him, Shengnan said, and the courts of both Jin and Song sides were all thinking about the Yinheng Sword... Why are everyone?

After looking at it again, I was shocked. The kid's sword technique was clean and neat. Within three moves, he forced the bandit leader to take five steps in a row. Although he was a little immature, he surpassed the same level of the same age. Song Xian couldn't help but be surprised and surprised. He stood up to appreciate it. Lu Cheng's sword technique should be characterized by its strong and powerful force. By the age of seventeen or eighteen, he should become a pillar. Although there are many bandits, they were all stunned at this time. It felt like Lu Cheng was like a long saw on his hand and cutting dull swords rapidly. The boss's sleeves broke into sections after section, one after another, like abandoned wood chips. In less than an incense stick, you can clearly see the fine bamboo that was cut into chopsticks. The boss was basically naked...

Seeing the boss being teased and insulted, Song Xian couldn't help laughing, and his subordinates around him burst into laughter. At this moment, Song Xian felt something strange, and his shoulders were then slightly a little. He turned his head and was surprised to find that there was a man in black in front of Lu Cheng. He was very fast and his sword was faster, like a candle ash that was accidentally knocked over. It flew away quickly when the breeze was met. There was no trace of the eyelashes, but the candle ash dissipated in every corner of the air!

However, Song Xian understood that this light and weird sword technique was not without moves. For example, his own cunsi sword technique could expose the candle ash to fly slowly in the sun. Although the dust was light, the light was lighter. It blended the dust into the light and made the sword surrender to the cunsi sword... Song Xian couldn't help but be ready to move and hold the weapon in his hand.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the light sword was very impressive. The child opposite was already in a hurry after less than ten moves. Song Xian was just watching. Seeing the man in black, he thought he would stop. Unexpectedly, he was pressing to chase his soul step by step to kill him...

Song Xian was chivalrous and felt more unfair the more he looked at him. How could he allow him to kill a child?

By the way, Lu Cheng was in a blink of an eye. The vital point had been invaded for eight times. The man in black was fierce and spared no effort. Lu Cheng was already shocked. He took the sword while breathing and retreating. His life was hanging in a thread. He staggered back. At the same time, the man in black was merciless and rushed towards Lu Cheng's heart with a sword!

Lu Cheng only cared about not falling down, but did not expect that he would take advantage of others' danger and could not cover himself. Fan Tieqiao cried out in shock and said that it was soon, and another sword came in the battle. Under the white light, he saw the handsome young man in white who was incredible, and he couldn't believe that he was carrying martial arts, and he couldn't believe that he could intercept the man in black. He stopped him sharply and completely, and was stunned!

Seeing Lu Cheng escaped from death, Fan Tieqiao rushed forward and hugged him and asked for his questions. He turned to look at the man in black. The face of the man in black was strange: "Young Master Yang, I have been waiting for this sword for a long time!" Song Xian was shocked: "It turns out that you wanted to kill the child to the point of slaying me out. Who are you? How could you recognize me?"

"Just relying on the sword just now, isn't it true that you are the famous gurgling silk sword in the martial arts world?"

Fan Tieqiao and Lu Cheng both suddenly realized, surprised and happy. Song Xian was ashamed: "I don't know what you call me?" "I dare not, Guo Chang, the second leader of the Hei Ambiguous Daohui Association, is also." Guo Chang curled his smile, "Young Master Yang, it's better to meet. We all belong to the sword category and want to compete with the young hero to see if it's weak sword or the young hero's crow silk sword is powerful!"

"What else? He defeated you with one sword!" Fan Tieqiao interrupted, it was very abnormal.

Guo Chang smiled slightly: "If Young Master Yang wins, the brothers present today will be a witness. Hei Ambiguous, will he fight for the hatred sword again and let these two go, but the Young Master is unsuccessful or does not agree. These two people will be rectified on the spot. No matter how fast the Young Master Sword is, it will be faster than so many of us brothers!"

"If I agree, wouldn't it be too much of a loss?" Song Xian said silly, "There are only one that benefits me..."

"What nonsense? Are you comparing?!"

Song Xian knew that Guo Chang had a bad temper. Although he and Fan Lu met by chance, he should help him when he saw injustice and could not take care of that much. He bit the bullet and responded. Just nodded, Guo Chang's pot of candle ash had been knocked over.

Fan Tieqiao and Lu Cheng held their breath and concentrated their minds, which was even more nervous than in the battle situation. Guo Chang was a man who called the wind and rain in ambiguous way in Sichuan and Shu. Legend has it that the sword technique can already rank among the top ten in Sichuan and Shu. Lu Cheng was curious and wanted to appreciate the wonderful sword technique from Shandong. Fan Tieqiao made two words completely - verification, verify whether this young man could enter the Short Sword Valley and dominate the world!

No wonder they were nervous, because Guo and Yang were dozens of times faster than Guo Lu’s battle, so fast that the light was destroyed and the wind was dry!

At the speed of lightning, there is also the courage and charm of softness on the outside and hard on the inside! Fan Tieqiao couldn't tell who Song Xian was and who Guo Chang was, so he could only pray silently. In fact, Lu Cheng understood that Song Xian had the advantage from the beginning, and his swordsmanship was obviously superior to Guo Chang!

Where is the profoundness? Lu Cheng followed his eyes and recalled the sword technique he was watching vigorously. Guo Chang's sword technique was like a thunderclap. He could not keep up with his speed and could only be frightened. He could not guess when he would set out his sword, but was uneasy. Moreover, every thunder suddenly came, unable to resist, and the sound touched the heart, urging people to wake up. However, Song Xian's sword technique was like a faint cloud in the sky, light and elegant, telling the sound of the stars outside the thunder, hanging from the sky, bordering the human race, rejecting the thunder outside the clouds. The clouds seemed thin, but in fact they were connected to the entire sky. If you were not careful, you would tear the sky down and let the thunder be nowhere to be born...

After a hundred moves suddenly arrived, even an amateur like Fan Tieqiao could see clearly that this little white dragon with a jade face would definitely win...

The sword fight lasted for about one stick of incense, but the result was naturally no suspense.

After Yang Songxian won the victory, Guo Chang was indeed trustworthy and with his subordinates, he retreated completely.

What a gangster in a gangster who was ambiguous Taoist association did not cause any trouble for Fan Tieqiao, and threatened that the Sichuan and Sichuan bandits gave up their pursuit of the dying knife. After this battle, Fan Tieqiao naturally admired Yang Songxian, and at that time he had the idea of ​​absorbing him into the Short Knife Valley.

That night, after Fan Tieqiao and Liu Wujin met, they told him what he thought. Liu Wujin nodded and said that although Yang Songxian had strong martial arts skills, he did not have enough experience in the world. He now talked about the process of Yang Songxian chasing him and throwing him into the sword of drinking hatred.

Fan Tieqiao smiled and patted Liu Wujin's shoulder. Anyone with inexperienced, as long as he stays with you, Liu Wujin, for a while, is still afraid that he will not become bad? His words are full of love for Yang Songxian.

Seeing Liu Wujin and Fan Tieqiao playing, Song Xian suddenly missed his sworn brother Lin Shengnan. This was the first time that Song Xian left Shandong. Like Shengnan, he was ordered by the village leader to help find Shuangdao: Shengnan, Shengnan, I wonder where you are at this moment? I hope the Yinhendao was found successfully. Let's go back to Tai'an together and stop caring about the Short Dao Valley...

Song Xian didn't know that if the Yinhen Knife was lost, they could not escape. Yes, no one could escape.
Chapter completed!