"They want to kill you, even at the cost of their lives! How much hatred is this? The hatred of killing your father and taking away your wife is nothing more than this. If you can't go through this muddy water, you have to - you have to pay more!" Li Taiping looked back at Hua
Said the sword in Fu Langjun's hand.
Mr. Huafu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his sword and smiled bitterly: "My life is in your hands, of course you can add as much as you want, my life is quite valuable, you won't lose anything! Besides, I can add as much as you want.
, I still have the strength to fight, and I can still take action, but in total calculation, I have suffered a big loss."
Brother Zhaoyang took action again, but he really risked his life. Regardless of life and death, he would rather trade injuries for lives. No one spoke, only the silent exchange of weapons. Facing the man in black who was determined to live or die, Li Taiping did not want to be in the ditch.
He is very capable, and his swordsmanship is strange and cunning. He never confronts a sixth-grade warrior head-on, but only picks on those two fourth-grade warriors.
Although Huafu Langjun was seriously injured, he still had to grit his teeth and fight hard. What he had to fight for now was to survive those two fourth-grade warriors. As long as those two fourth-grade warriors were dealt with first, it would be equivalent to stealing a ray of light from the living sect.
Vitality. The handsome man is also ruthless. Seeing that the sixth-grade warrior was forced to retreat by Li Taiping, he actually used a flaw to lure two fourth-grade warriors to get closer. A life-and-death fight, whoever dares to intimidate will die first. The swords crossed each other.
, the man in the rich clothes received a knife on his left arm that was deep enough to see the bone, but the sword pierced the man in black's throat. The knife of the other man in black was about to cut off the handsome head of the man in the beautiful clothes, but was struck by a knife
He cut off the arm holding the sword with his sword first. Mr. Huafu won the bet. He was betting that Li Taiping's sword was fast enough, accurate enough, and ruthless enough.
The battle was no longer suspense, and the brothers of Zhaoyang Sect were defeated. The captain raised his sword and stepped forward again. At the same time, he coldly ordered: "The soldiers of the government will obey the order and kill the bold thieves on the spot."
The crossbow arrow ripped through the air, whistled and flew past his ears, cutting off a few strands of hair. The handsome man was stunned. Could it be that the captain was crazy? He wanted to kill both him and the man in black.
"Don't just stand there like that. Who am I going to ask for money from if you die? I won't do anything to make you lose money!" Li Taiping cursed and kicked away the handsome man in fine clothes who was about to be hit by an arrow.
A chaotic battle began, and it was difficult to tell who was the thief, who was the soldier, and who was the victim. As the saying goes, swords have no eyes. Under the attack of strong crossbows and soldiers, the first brother of Zhaoyang Sect fell.
Seeing that he was hit by an arrow in the chest and stabbed by the soldiers, of course he had several soldiers buried with him before he died. After all, he was a sixth-grade warrior, and his counterattack before death was also very scary.
More than a dozen corpses fell on the stone slab in front of the Yuelai Inn. Blood dyed the street red. The smell of blood stimulated the soldiers and made them even crazier. The real battle is crazy. When the blood is seen, people will
You may shrink back in fear. When you see more blood and reach that critical point, your animal side will be amplified and you will become ruthless to your enemies and yourself.
Li Taiping's hands were numb, and his iron sword was curled, but the soldiers were still fearless of life and death, rushing forward one after another, rushing forward, biting him with their teeth and filling their lives, as if they wanted to hack him to death to avenge their dead comrades.
It makes sense to fight to the death with the men in black in the first half, but it really makes no sense to fight the soldiers to the death in the second half.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it all! Are you crazy, An Cheng? Tell them to stop!" When the county guard received the news that the captain had lost control of his troops, he didn't even have time to put on his official robe, so he ran away with his shoes on.
When I came out, I was stumbling all the way, and I couldn't even care about the image of the official.
The captain turned around, looked at the frightened county guard, gave a wry smile, and then shouted: "The soldiers obey the order, all retreat." The soldiers retreated, the captain inserted the horizontal knife into the bluestone, and faced the county guard.
He knelt down on both knees and kowtowed three times in succession. The man had gold under his knees and he could kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents, but the captain had to kneel. If he didn't kneel, he wouldn't be able to pass the test of his own heart, and he wouldn't be able to pass the prefect's appreciation for him.
His kindness could not exceed the kindness of the county guard who treated him like a nephew.
The captain said in a voice that only he and the county guard could hear: "I'm sorry, sir. I can't repay your kindness in this life. I hope that I can work hard to repay your kindness in the next life! I have left a letter of guilt in my house, and I still have it.
If you receive a portion of the tax money, you can take it and give it to the imperial envoy."
The captain took a deep look at the county guard, tears looming in his eyes, but he turned around and drew his sword, walking step by step towards the handsome man...
Looking at that decisive figure, the old county magistrate burst into tears. The magistrate had no heirs and had always raised An Cheng as a son, but he never thought that he would end up like this. The magistrate seemed to have aged dozens of years and become demented.
He muttered: "Ancheng, Ancheng, why on earth did you do this, why?"
The captain heard the old man's words, but he couldn't look back, and he couldn't look back. He wanted to rob the tax money, and he wanted to kill the handsome man tonight. Because the captain had some secrets, some secrets that haunted him and made him breathless. Even if
A secret that he could not tell even if he died. The governor married a wife and had children without telling the governor, but the hidden wife and children were discovered and controlled by the organization that trained him, so he cannot disobey the organization's orders! But he is a man, a man.
A man who knows how to repay his kindness can only repay the county guard in a man's way, and use his own life to give an explanation to the county guard and the organization behind him.
The captain dragged the knife, leaving a finger-deep mark on the bluestone. The captain was accumulating strength, and this blow would definitely be shocking...
"A sixth-grade martial artist can't take my blow, and even a sixth-grade peak warrior can't. Get out of the way and I'll just take his life." The captain climbed to the peak of his momentum and said to Li Taiping who was blocking him.
Li Taiping looked at the curled sword seriously, put away his cynical attitude, and said calmly: "If you don't pick it up, how do you know you can't pick it up?"
"Okay - I have the guts!" The captain raised his sword, and the sword energy loomed on the blade.
The Qi leaked out, the seventh-level peak, and the Lieutenant had hidden it deeply enough! Li Taiping thought to himself, and at the same time, he calculated that, not to mention being a higher level, but also fighting twice, it would be difficult for him to survive without using sword control in his current state.
If so, take this knife.
Duwei is a soldier. Fighting on the battlefield makes Duwei's moves simple and direct. There is nothing fancy about the horizontal sword. It is an unpretentious sword and a fatal one. He goes straight to Li Taiping with an indomitable momentum. Under the tug of Duwei's Qi machine
Li Taiping didn't dare to hold back at all with his sword. He couldn't avoid it and there was a man behind him who had lost his strength. He could only choose to fight head-on.
Sword power - Qianjun. The most direct and heaviest sword move in the Taiping Dao sword-controlling technique. Li Taiping came out with the sword, and the iron sword flew out and pointed directly at the captain. Although the speed was not fast, the captain was unable to avoid it.
feel.
In an instant, the swords crossed each other, the violent sword energy, the domineering sword energy collided, a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, and sand flew away and rocks passed by...
Just for a moment, Li Taiping's expression suddenly changed. He stepped on his right foot and flew backwards. He grabbed the handsome man and retreated far away. Just as Li Taiping flew back, the iron sword could no longer withstand its own surging sword energy.
The captain's sword energy suddenly exploded, and the sword energy overflowed. A scene more terrifying than the previous shock wave appeared, and the sword energy was seen tearing apart anything that dared to stand in front of it in the blink of an eye. The marks of the sword on the bluestone
Criss-crossed half a finger deep, the corpses of Fu Bing and the Zhaoyang Sect brothers were torn to pieces like dolls, and clouds of blood mist exploded...
Li Taiping's face was ugly, and he stared at the handsome man at his feet with a look of grief: "My sword! You followed me wholeheartedly, but you didn't think about it - you died before leaving the army, and you called me the master.
How can I feel at ease! Where can I rest my sword as the master?"
Seeing the slovenly young man in front of him, the handsome man looked at himself, then at the sword in his hand, and muttered, wondering why he didn't understand: "Young man, don't be sad, I have a sword."
The name is Chunjun. Don’t you hear that swords are given to heroes, and pink powder is given to beauties. Chunjun’s meeting with the Master of the Ming Dynasty today is also due to fate, so please accept it with a smile, young hero."
When an emperor ascends the throne, he must make three concessions and three concessions. Today, Li Taiping must also do the same with his sword skills. After some polite rejection, Li Taiping happily accepted Chunjun. When he took the sword, he felt the ancient charm of vicissitudes coming from the sword body, as if in his hand.
What he holds is not a sword but a thousand years of time.
With Chunjun in hand, Li Taiping's momentum suddenly changed, and he walked towards the captain step by step. With each step, his momentum increased. In the captain's eyes, the young man in front of him seemed to have turned into an unsheathed sword.
And the shadow of the sword was still being raised little by little. The handsome man felt as if his eyes were dazzled. The back in front of him was so tall, as if it were a giant that had experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, and could not be shaken or climbed high. Chunjun was in his hand.
Why the young man had such changes one after another is really puzzling to Mr. Huafu.
"So what about the seventh rank! So what about the peak seventh rank! The first sword is chanting sutras, and the second sword is about to transcend! May I ask the captain if he is willing to take another sword?" Li Taiping stood not far in front of the captain with a sharp edge.
It is exposed and has a simple atmosphere.
The captain turned around and saw the imperial envoy leading eight hundred soldiers from far to near. He couldn't help but secretly smiled bitterly. Time was running out! For the captain, death is not terrible, but the fear of death is the uselessness of death. The sword was handed out horizontally, but there was no sharp sword aura.
, there is no domineering momentum, there is no trace of fireworks, it is like a child scribbling. But such a simple knife is intimidating. It is a knife with the will to die, a knife that wants to die.
The night in Yan'an County lost its usual tranquility. Dogs barked one after another, and the sounds of hundreds of soldiers mobilizing disturbed the tranquility of the night. The common people were awakened, but no one lit a candle, and no one dared to go to the street to take a look. They could only tremble in fear.
They hide at home and pray, praying that the world will never be in chaos. There is no peace in troubled times, and human lives are like grass in troubled times. For ordinary people, it is not important who becomes the emperor. What is important is that the world is stable, and they can have food to eat and a warm bed.
, but few emperors can often fulfill such a simple request.
The old Taoist priest stood at a high place from a distance, smiling and watching everything that happened. The old Taoist priest had the confidence to save his disciple when he was in mortal danger. This was because he was a great master who had lived for almost two hundred years.
He should have the confidence he deserves. For an old monster who has lived for almost two hundred years, in addition to the inheritance of the sect and the pursuit of swordsmanship, there is only such a disciple who depends on each other. As for the tax and bank case, it is just for training.
He only stayed as a disciple, it doesn't matter whether he is broken or not.
There is another reason why the old Taoist priest does not approach Yuelai Inn, because there is a girl in white guarding there with a sword. As for the swordsmanship and strength of the girl in white, she can figure out the sword skills and strength of the girl in white without the girl taking action. The old Taoist believes that as long as the girl is
After reporting as a disciple, you can walk sideways even to the Imperial Palace of Daxing City. Because few people in this world dare to provoke that sword, and no one can withstand the anger of that sword, not even the old Taoist priests.