Luo Langyan's tendons were like steel, shining with a frightening cold light under the cold moonlight.
He held a heavy sword in his hand, flying and jumping between the eaves and tiles. Although the sword was heavy and heavy, it landed lightly and did not break a single brick. This shows that this person's light skills and internal strength are by no means mediocre.
Luo Tao saw Luo Langyan's figure, gritted his teeth and raised his head, then ran to Luo Langyan, hoping to fight him to the death.
He has the capital to fight Luo Langyan, he has a sword, excellent swordsmanship, and a good father that is rare in this world.
He drew his sword, and as soon as the green edge of the sword appeared, murderous intent arose.
This is really a good sword, a sharp sword. As long as a person's neck is lightly scratched by the sword's edge, three souls and six souls will splash to the heaven and earth along with the blood in the neck.
With a flick of his wrist, he used the move "Chaos Cloud Scattering", which was an exquisite move in the Rubbing Cloud sword technique.
This move is agile, and there is internal energy in the sword force. It is a method of using Qi to control the sword and using force to assist Qi. The person who performs the move can swing out as much sword Qi as he has internal force in his chest and abdomen.
It's called "Chaos Clouds Scattered", but a single sword of the master can split the sky and split the earth.
Luo Langyan caught a glimpse of the sword flower from the corner of his eye, and felt murderous intent coming towards him. He quickly turned around and raised his sword to meet the enemy. But when his eyes touched, he found that it was actually the young master of his village. He couldn't help but be startled, and the giant sword he thrust out also froze.
Half empty.
Luo Tao should really thank his good father. If he hadn't had a good father, Luo Langyan would never have been so relaxed. If he hadn't been the young master of Baiyun Villa, Luo Langyan's giant sword would have slapped him to the ground long ago.
But there are not so many ifs in the world.
Luo Tao just has a good father!
The light of his sword rose sharply, and his elegant figure rushed towards Luo Langyan with lightning speed. This sword will definitely break the clouds, split the wind, and cut down Langyan.
The corner of his mouth was smiling. In his eyes, Luo Langyan was already a dead man. The revenge for humiliating his wife had been avenged, and he had to avenge it alone. He did not tell his good father, but he felt that he had become an upright man. In the future,
He will definitely take over Baiyun Villa from his father and develop it into the world's best gang, no, the world's best Baiyun Dynasty.
Fantasy is always beautiful, but also very fragile.
Often a small pebble can break the most beautiful illusions in the world.
There was a small pebble under Luo Tao's feet. It was small, slippery, and pointed, like a smear of oil or a needle.
He fell down, smashed to pieces, the long sword in his hand fell out, and his move "Chaotic Clouds Spread" became "Luo Tao Slaps". The sword was gone, the sword moves were scattered, but he still had to thank him
good father.
Because he was a good father, Luo Langyan didn't expect that the young village owner came to attack him to kill him. It was also because he was a good father that Luo Langyan carefully and respectfully helped him up and sat down.
But what about him?
Where is he, Luo Tao?
When Luo Tao saw Luo Langyan, his anger suddenly arose, but the sword was not there, and he was in a state of embarrassment. He could not kill him, but he could not kill him, and he hated him. His anger rushed to the top of his head, and he fainted immediately.
He was so angry that he passed out, like a weed under the fierce heat, withering, wilting, and falling.
Luo Langyan looked at the fainted young master and thought he was chasing the assassin to attack his body. He didn't care about pursuing Mu Yunfeng for revenge. He held the young master in his arms and flew towards the medicine hall of Baiyun Villa.
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Outside the village, Yan Zhuo has found Xiang'er.
Xiang'er was covered in blood, and his back, arms, and thighs had been slashed several times with long swords. Fortunately, these wounds were not deep, and the application of the Da Dan Kingdom's secret muscle-stimulating and blood-activating ointment did not leave any scars.
But what if there is no secret medicine?
A girl who is as good as jade suddenly has these scars on her body. This is not a flaw in a beautiful jade, a waste of nature.
Yan Zhuo looked at the cuts, his originally sharp eyes softened, and every inch of his eyes was filled with regret and self-blame.
"Xiang'er, I..."
Xiang'er saw the hesitant look on Yan Zhuo's face and smiled faintly. This smile was like a light rain in the sky, delicate and silent, but moisturizing: "I'm fine, just apply the medicine and I'll be fine."
Aren't women the most beautiful things in the world?
They are as invisible and changeable as water,
But it is like water that warms everything in this world.
When they are angry they are like a raging storm,
When it's quiet, it's like the spring breeze blowing on your face,
The Creator must have been very conflicted when he created them.
It is precisely this contradiction that makes them so charming.
"Brother Yan, can you lend me your robe?" Xiang'er asked with a blush on his face.
Yan Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then took a closer look at Xiang'er's clothes. The clothes on her thighs and back were already open. If there was nothing to cover them, it would be really indecent. He pulled off his outer robe and handed it to Xiang'er's hands.
The two people's fingers touched slightly, and immediately separated after just one touch, and their robes fell to the ground.
Seeing the robe fall to the ground, Yan Zhuo reached out to pick it up, and Xiang'er also reached out to pick it up, and their two hands touched again.
Xiang'er smiled,
Yan Zhuo also smiled. He took his hand away and asked Xiang'er to get his robe.
"I'll wait for Brother Mu under the tree. Can you change the dressing yourself?"
Xiang'er nodded, carefully picked up the robe and laid it on his knees. The robe was made of silk, dyed ink color, and the sleeves were embroidered with plum blossoms with gold thread.
"These are Brother Yan's clothes. They must not be stained with blood."
With this thought in mind, she loosened her hands, and the sleeve embroidered with plum blossoms still touched the wound on her thigh, and the gold thread absorbed the blood.
The golden plum blossoms turned into red plum blossoms.
The red is fresh and brilliant.
Under the tree, Yan Zhuo was half leaning on the trunk, looking at the stars in the sky with his eyes, feeling sad, happy, and sad.
