Regarding the knowledge of practicing Taoism, Zhang Guo is better than Yuan Tiangang. Old Yuan is more like a hero in the martial arts world, while Old Zhang is completely an old god who is not as good as the world.
But in fact, Lao Yuan entered the Tao with a hero, and his chivalrousness was his Tao, but Lao Zhang was really a gangster in the world. He knew much more crooked ways than Lao Yuan.
Following the tiger to learn to bite people, and following the witch to dance with the great god. The sword saint Pei Min suddenly appeared out of thin air. Old Zhang and his junior brother Mu Yue did not waste any time, and immediately cried and explained that Mu Yue was wronged.
The two of them swear to the sky and stomped their feet and cursed them again. The spit of Lao Zhang's head was so simple that they stuck to the white beard that he could drag to the ground, shining in the moonlight.
Pei Min turned a deaf ear. He gently and soothedly picked up his sword from the stone bench in the long pavilion and said to Mu Yue: "One life is worth one life, draw the sword."
Mu Yue: "I don't have a sword, my sword is lost."
"You're really a waste."
Old Zhang agreed quickly: "Yes, my junior brother is really a waste. How could he kill Pei Zhong? How could the Sword Saint's son be killed by Mu Yue, right?"
"Zhang Zhenren, please come back." Pei Min had no expression on his face.
"Okay, okay, I'll go back now." Old Zhang pulled Mu Yue: "Junior brother, let's go, don't disturb the sword saint's moon viewing."
"Zhang Zhenren, don't cause trouble for yourself, go. I don't want to kill you, because killing you will be troublesome, so don't force me." Sword Saint Pei Min said: "You can't protect Mu Yue, no one can protect you.
.Zhang Zhenren, we both know what happened to you, you can't scare me."
"Leave Mu Yue, I and Zhenren Zhang will not interfere with the river."
Mu Yue said: "Senior brother, you go first."
He turned around and said loudly, "Sword Saint, I am really wronged. Please believe me."
Pei Min said: "It doesn't matter. After hearing the news, I left my entourage and rushed back alone, just because I didn't want you to escape. I killed five people along the way, just because they walked slowly and blocked my way.
I have nothing to do with Pei Zhong’s death, so Mu Yue, do you think I care if you were wronged?"
"I am just such a son, saying something I shouldn't say. In order to avenge him, I can do it even if I massacre Chang'an City."
This is very unreasonable. He does not give anyone a chance to explain, and does not listen to it after explaining, and does not believe it after listening.
Old Zhang trembled and pulled his donkey, and Mu Yue no longer tried to defend himself. He planned to wait for Old Zhang to leave and suddenly run to the other side. Then whether he could escape from Pei Min's sword could be seen.
Good luck.
The sword saint Pei Min is handsome and stands alone like a mountain standing. Mu Yue, who has practiced swords for seventy-nine years in the mountains, knows very well that when facing such a great martial artist, he will practice seventy-nine more.
Nian, let alone his opponent, I guess I can't walk fifteen or sixteen moves under his sword.
Besides, there is no sword yet.
The Sword Saint should be a person of particularity, but the father of the only son who died was not particular. Before Lao Zhang, who was scared to death, walked away, Pei Min drew his sword and leaped straight into Mu Yue's chest.
It's over, even if you have a sword, you can't hide. Mu Yuexin said.
Then close your eyelids and wait for death.
‘Dang~~~!’ I heard the sound of golden swords fighting each other.
Not to mention Mu Yue, even Pei Min was trembling.
Tongxuan Zhenren Zhang Guo stood in front of Mu Yue with a smile, holding the flute he used to play music in his hand. "Pei Min, it was not done by Mu Yue, you should go and investigate the real murderer."
After being caught off guard, Pei Min became interested: "Zhang Guo, everyone knows that you are good at pretending to be a god. I didn't expect you to be a martial artist, haha~~"
"I don't play swordsmanship, but I never said I can't dance."
"Okay - OK, then I'm going to learn about Zhang Zhenren's martial arts today."
"Pei Min, do you want me to blow a joke to you?"
The answer to Lao Zhang was the sword of the sword saint, and one sword and one Xiao immediately fought into a group.
Mu Yue knew that Lao Zhang's iron-mudong flute was actually a weapon, and he could be a short whistle stick at critical moments. He also knew that he was a martial artist. Anyway, he was so old that he was too old to shrink into a shrimp, but Mu Yue was no match for the competition.
But Mu Yue knew even more that Senior Brother Zhang was not Senior Brother Yuan, and he was definitely not Pei Min's opponent. But Mu Yue was no longer Yang Yi of the past, nor was he a soft egg without any power.
So when he heard Lao Zhang shouting in the midst of a hard battle, "Junior Brother, run away--", but he did not run away, but instead rushed up bravely, and he would never let his senior brother face a powerful enemy alone again.
Pei Min was using his sharp sword technique to force Zhang Guo into a hurry, but unexpectedly, a thick trunk was swung out of thin air, and the trunk was covered with branches.
He was shocked again and quickly dodged and jumped out of the battle circle.
Mu Yue has been practicing hard in the mountains for seventy-nine years, but it is hard to say anything else, but his strength has been trained. Without a sword, he picked up the dead tree trunk on the ground, swung and smashed it on his face.
He lost all the faces of the sword practitioner.
Just now, he was a little embarrassed to avoid the sword. The sword saint was completely angry. He tried his best to resist the thick tree trunk in Mu Yue's hand turned into two wooden pins in his hand. He sat on the ground and made a mistake.
He raised his hand and threw the wooden ball towards him.
Turning his head to avoid the "hidden weapon" did not affect the speed of Pei Min stabbing Mu Yue's throat.
At first, he planned to poke Mu Yue's more than a dozen more swords to relieve his hatred before letting him die. Now he doesn't want to be so troublesome.
‘When~~!’
His sword was opened by Xiao Ge again by Lao Zhang's head, who was so tired that he was disheveled. The old god stuck out his tongue, panting like a broken bellows that had fallen apart.
Lao Zhang had an extra fishing drum on his hand, which was the instrument he played when he was raping.
After stopping Pei Min's sword, Old Zhang tried hard to smash the fishing drum in his hand into his face.
Pei Min snorted coldly in his heart: The trick of the devil is struggling to death.
He casually brought out the sword flower and shattered the fishing drum in the air. The Sword Saint didn't even blink.
Pei Min was careless. He was very different from his opponent's martial arts, and hatred made him ignore the caution that he should remember as a martial artist.
The fishing drum shattered in the air, and the quicklime powder inside puffed Pei Min's face and neck, and pounced into his eyes that he didn't want to blink.
Lao Zhang not only played with music, but also played with medicine powder.
Lao Zhang is a true man of enlightenment and a gangster in the world. He sprinkles lime and sweats, as long as he can save his life, he can do anything.
Pei Minxin said: Not good!
Subconsciously closed his eyes to block it. However, this was over? Zhang Guo heard another voice: "Come on!"
Then he subconsciously opened his eyes to see. So the water coming out of the hole flute tube Riz just came into his eyes.
If quicklime encounters water, your eyes will definitely not be able to be protected. Pei Min will become a blind sword saint in the future, or it may sound better if the blind sword saint is called.
His face was burned to pieces in an instant, let alone his eyes. The blind ugly sword saint.
Pei Min covered his eyes and screamed in pain. He encountered countless powerful enemies and had never been defeated. He fell into the hands of these two people tonight.
Zhang Guo and Mu Yue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. No matter what, facing the top martial artists today, they saved their lives first. Pei Min's swordsmanship was superb, but he couldn't catch up with Mu who ran away without seeing him.
It's already a month.
The Sword Saint who underestimates the enemy will be careless, and Zhang Guo and Mu Yue who survived death will be careless.
Knowing that blindness was a foregone conclusion, Pei Min did not just scream. He made a decision in an instant and used a flying sword to swing his hand to the place where Zhang Guo spoke just now.
The green rainbow sword circulates and flies like a sickle.
Old Zhang was standing, Mu Yue sat on the ground. The Qinghong sword spun over Lao Zhang's head, then spun over Mu Yue's head, and returned to Pei Min's right hand.
Mu Yue watched with his own eyes the old man of senior brother Zhang Guo being cut from his neck into the air.
"Senior Brother--" Mu Yue screamed sadly.
Chapter completed!