In the square, tens of thousands of people were silent for a moment, and then the sky filled with excitement.
The imaginary Sword Twenty-Three must be a handsome man, dressed in white and snowy, holding a sword in his hand, a handsome young man...
But goose?
He has big shoulders and a round waist, with a greasy sheen, and his clothes are rough. The shiny boning knife is unbearable to look at, and the flies buzzing around are just...
"Twenty-three swords?"
Huangtu was stunned for a long time.
On that day, Sword Sixteen smelted the will of all people into a sword, and the sword's will was shining brightly into the sky, but it could not make him as shocked and moved as it was today.
"Yes, it's your grandfather."
Jian Twenty-san patted his chest and raised his head half-way. Although his words and movements were rough, it made the tens of thousands of Chang'an people present feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
When I thought about the reason carefully, I suddenly realized that this was not a scolding battle before a fight in the market.
Huang Tu frowned slightly.
He won a hundred battles and challenged the younger generation of the Tang Dynasty. How could he be a reckless man with such an achievement?
His eyes sparkled with light, seemingly filled with infinite power, and he looked towards Jian Twenty-Three.
After a breath or two, the divine light faded away, and Huang Tu's eyes showed doubts. He found no sign of illusion or transformation, and it was him.
Huang Tu still has some confidence in his divine eyes.
However, he would not believe it if the person in front of him was Jian Twenty-san. Either the name was false, or he had used a transformation method that he could not see through.
"Since you dare to go on stage, why should you hide your head and show your tail? Your name must be fake."
Huang Tu chuckled lightly and said, "Why don't I tell you my real name and kill you so that you can brag to your friends later and give me a good name."
"It's true."
Jian Twenty-three snorted and said: "Jian Twenty-three is the name of a certain family. As for the real name of a certain family..."
"Butcher, Zhang San?"
Princess Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the ring, and couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, princess."
Grandma Ning glanced at the ring with a strange expression and said: "According to the investigation, the butcher Zhang San is good at killing pigs and dogs and has opened a dog meat stall in Tongtianfang. He is usually arrogant and arrogant, and is hated by his neighbors. He is currently single.
, Widow Li from Tongfang City disappeared a few days ago and was suspected to have been murdered by him. The government could not find any evidence and was afraid of her arrogance, so the matter was dropped."
"Deserves to be killed."
Princess Qingyuan's almond-shaped eyes widened, "It doesn't matter, if this guy comes on stage, whether he's alive or dead, he can really disgust Huang Tu."
"Your Highness the Princess is right."
Aunt Ning saw Princess Qingyuan's rare smile and followed the words: "Huang Tu wants to step on the flesh and blood of my Tang Dynasty genius to build the foundation, but unexpectedly he is a butcher. As His Highness the Wolf Clan, whether he kills or not,
We have all fallen into a dilemma, and if someone mentions it in the future, I am afraid that the wolf clan will also be disgraced."
"...You don't deserve to know."
"Haha, interesting."
The murderous intent intensified during the massacre, but there was still one unanswered question in his mind. He suppressed the desire to tear the vulgar guy in front of him to pieces and asked: "Sword Twenty-Three, where does the name come from? Do you want to be the sword?"
Did Sixteen Revenge give you this name?"
Under the stage, Jian Shiliu, who was named, had a free and easy expression on his face and smiled calmly.
However, when his eyes fell on the endless crowd, his eyes suddenly became a little hot, and his withered body seemed to be ignited by the hot eyes.
The debris burns, and the real gold grows darkly.
"You think too much."
Jian Twenty-Three sneered and said: "Forget it, I'll let you understand. Jian Twenty-Three is a sword move that Grandpa has meditated on. Once this sword is used, it can form a sword energy barrier, and everything will stop and nothing will happen.
Slaughter."
"Sword energy barrier?"
Huang Tu was stunned for a moment, chuckled, and said for a long time that he turned out to be a crazy person with wishful thinking.
Although swordsmanship is not his major, he still knows a little bit about it.
The sword carries the way, and every move hides all the principles of the universe. This is the correct way of the sword.
The barrier where all things stop speaks has never been heard before, and it is extremely difficult to do it. If it is not the delusion of a madman, it is nothing else. The key is that you are a person who uses killing swords, but you use sword moves as a name. This is not normal in itself.
Most of the monks in the audience had thoughts like slaughter.
When I first heard it, I thought it was fresh, but when I tasted it carefully, I realized it was the delusion of a madman.
It’s just that Jian Shiliu suddenly seemed to be in a daze.
That day I used a shocking sword, and I had a vague realization.
These days, I have become an ordinary person, and the orthodox swordsmanship can no longer continue. When I am dancing with the iron sword, the insights from that day often come to my mind, but it is like a mess, I can't grasp the key points, and I can't find the clue.
Today, Jian Twenty-san's crazy words were like a bolt from the blue, causing Jian Shiliu to grasp the key point instantly and naturally fall into an epiphany.
A broad road is right in front of you.
"My doubts have been cleared."
Huang Tu's eyes became cold and stern, and he shouted in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter whether you are pretending to be crazy or acting stupid. If you encounter today, your fate will be bad."
As he spoke, murderous intent overflowed.
Above the square, the sky suddenly turned gray and became a little more chilling. Inside Huang Tu's body, it seemed as if a demon egg was being nurtured and was about to burst out of its shell.
Tens of thousands of people in Chang'an couldn't help but tighten their tight clothes, their eyes showing fear.
As for Sword Twenty-Three, everyone has long given up their illusions.
At this moment, a voice shouted, "Hey, I recognize it. Isn't that the dog butcher, Zhang San?"
"It's really him. He looked familiar to me just now, but I didn't dare to recognize him."
"Why did he get into the ring? Isn't he afraid of death?"
Huangtu's momentum was interrupted in an instant, his true energy was in chaos, his eyes widened, he looked towards Jian Twenty-Three, and saw a series of black mysterious thunders in his eyes.
The dog butcher disappeared, the greasy figure came closer, and a fishy smell hit his face.
"Hey, you little bitch, take a punch from grandpa."
He was shouting and his fists were reaching his chest. This was not a fight, it was clearly a sneak attack.
Huang Tu's eyes were about to burst, and his heart was filled with rage. How could the Tang people dare to insult him like this and send a dog butcher to challenge him? He really didn't dare to kill anyone.
"court death!"
Huangtu roared low, the power of his energy and blood was raging, and the 'Holy Mysterious Golden Light' exploded. He did not dodge or dodge, like a demon king, roaring and slamming into his fist.
With a wolf body, he is naturally strong.
Huang Tu is protected by the 'Holy Mysterious Golden Light' and possesses the blood of the golden wolf clan. His physical strength is far superior to that of a human monk.
So what if it’s a sneak attack, I’ll crush you!
ah……
In the square, the timid ones closed their eyes and even imagined a scene of watermelons exploding and splashing in their heads.
puff……
The ‘Holy Mysterious Golden Light’ is like an eggshell.
The dog-slaughterer's fist fell on it, and the terrifying power was released on it like a vast ocean.
The eggshell shattered, and the golden light spread out and rose like quicksand, making the light dazzling.
The power of the fist did not weaken, and it hit the body of Huangtu like a god and demon.
The bones were broken and the internal organs were like mud.
In the scattered clouds of golden sand, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared, but the spiritual power was not released, and it instantly disappeared into the soul of Huangtu Mu Palace.
cut!
The soul is shattered.
boom……
The corpse rolled to the ground, and the dog butcher stepped on Huang Tu's chest.