The two swordsmen appeared, and the others remained silent. It was certain who would own the sword. But - the sword was sliding in the air, and neither of the two swordsmen dared to take it, but they started to confront each other!
That kind of strict vigilance, rigorous posture, that aura of facing a powerful enemy, the sworn eyes... The criss-crossing sword energy emerged from these two people, turning this cold winter night into a more...
A world of ice and snow...
These two people are actually confronting each other? Are they on guard against each other?
It turns out that these two people are not the same person?
At this moment, the four martial arts masters almost regretted it in their intestines! If we had known that they were not in the same group, then we...we could definitely unite one to deal with the other...Now, with the treasured sword in hand,
Being handed over by myself...
The sword continued to glide in the air, and by chance, passed over Ji Mo's head.
But the injured 'original owner of the Underworld Knife' cheered, jumped up and snatched the Underworld Knife into his hands without any danger, laughing loudly: "Two big idiots, thank you very much...
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He made a direct turn in mid-air, as flexible as a swallow, and merged into the night with a whoosh. Everyone spat on the ground almost at the same time: You deserve it! You are not wrong at all! You are two big idiots, huh, say
You are idiots and you have insulted idiots...
It's obviously a matter of seizing the sword. You said you two swordsmen came here to do something crazy?
It's a good thing now, no one can catch it. The two of you knocked the knives away first, and then there was a rebellion in the nest...
But no one dared to provoke these two people. Everyone was cursing in their hearts, but they kept their heads down and chased after them...
Immediately, the two swordsmen sheathed their swords at the same time, and then they actually followed the crowd and chased after them.
At this time, everyone was on the verge of crying: Are you still coming? I'm so fucked...
As Ji Mo ran, he felt so uncomfortable that he almost cried. At the same time, he was jealous to death in his heart, burning with jealousy and bursting into tears with envy!
Swordsman! Damn it, Gu is a swordsman alone!
Gu Duxing, who was originally as famous as me, has become a swordsman! And he has become a sword master!
Chu Yang is also a swordsman!
Ji Mo almost found a place where no one was and cried loudly: What a huge gap this is. It feels so unbalanced...
After turning a few corners, he got rid of the pursuer, and when he met up with Rui Butong, he found that Rui Butong also had a look of frustration on his face. However, when Rui Butong saw Ji Mo, a look of "other people" suddenly appeared on his face.
I'm riding a horse, I'm riding a donkey, and there's something even worse behind, this rather comforting look on my face.
Well, I'm not as good as Gu Duxing, so what's the point? Look at Ji Mo, this is the worst thing. The poor kid, who used to be neck and neck, is now left far behind.
Thinking of this, Rui Butong not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but actually became extremely happy. Seeing Ji Mo walking over with a face like a donkey whipped eighty-eight times, Rui Butong almost laughed out loud, saying
The first sentence turned out to be: "Oh, third brother, second brother has become a swordsman. It seems that he has broken through to the sword master. This is a great event. We must drink two cups when we get back..."
Ji Mo gritted his teeth and said as if the muscles on his face were almost spasming: "Shut up!"
"I'm so envious..." Rui Butong made an exaggerated gesture, and suddenly looked like he was waking up from a dream: "Third brother Ji Mo, I remember that you and your second brother had the same name in the middle school.
Xuanyuan..."
Ji Mo's breath was sizzling, and his eyes were filled with a cannibalistic light.
Rui Butong was so happy that he continued to provoke without thinking about life and death: "Oh my, it seems that you are also at the eighth level of Wuzong now, right? Ugh, your advancement is so fast, I am so envious and jealous... Ugh..."
Which pot won’t be opened?
Seeing Rui Butong's shameless smile that was already gloating to a certain extent, Ji Mo gritted his teeth and suddenly laughed: "Sixth Brother!"
"Uh..." Rui Butong said evasively: "Then...just pretend I didn't say anything."
"How could you not say anything?" Ji Mo hugged his neck affectionately, and the two of them walked back arm in arm: "You are right, we two brothers need to have a good drink tonight.
Celebrate and celebrate, aha, in fact, the most worthy of celebration is not that my second brother has made a breakthrough, but... your cultivation level seems to be two levels lower than mine, this is really refreshing!"
Ji Mo laughed excitedly: "Sixth brother, Lao Liu, do you think so?"
Rui Butong laughed tragically and said carefully: "Third brother, you are so generous..."
"Well...well, let's go, let's go, I will treat you well today, seriously, and with all my heart," Ji Mo tightened his hands.
Rui Butong suddenly felt that he could no longer move his shoulders, and half of his body was instantly numb. He had a dejected smile on his face, and felt cruel in his heart, thinking that he was going to be tortured by you anyway, so he might as well say it happily.
"Third brother, hey, in that case, I will try my best to make you feel happy today. Who made the second brother break through? You think so? I know you don't feel good, right? I know that too.
Your loss and melancholy, your regret and sorrow, your heartbreak and sorrow, your helpless frustration, and the sense of distance that is beyond reach, oh, I sympathize..."
"Third brother... you can just come, I can hold on!" Rui Butong said tragically: "I will definitely..." Before he could finish his words, he turned into a groan, and then he was lifted up directly by Ji Mo gritting his teeth, and a
The words came out from between the teeth one by one: "Okay! Okay, okay! Since you have this intention, third brother, if I don't enjoy it properly, wouldn't I be very sorry to you..."
Gone like flying away.
As soon as they disappeared, a man in Tsing Yi emerged from the shadows. Looking at the two people's retreating shadows, he couldn't help but wipe away cold sweat, and his whole body was still shaking...
"My dear mother!" The man in Tsing Yi moaned and said to himself: "These two guys can't be... they can't be addicted to cut sleeves... these words made me have goosebumps all over my body..."
He rolled up his sleeves and scratched them: "It's really scary..."
If Ji Mo and Rui Butong knew that it could make a master who was at least an emperor-level person stand on end, they would feel a great sense of accomplishment. But if they knew that they had unintentionally embarrassed themselves for three days, they would probably have to wait for three days.
I feel like crying but no more tears...
I really can’t blame them for their wild thoughts, but what they said was too indicative of that kind of tendency... Have a good time, entertain you, and enjoy yourself...
"I have to go find that boy. If by chance these two guys really have broken sleeves... Huh!" The man in Tsing Yi said to himself: "But it's also very strange. Isn't that little bastard a martial artist? Why did he die so quickly?
Breaking through to Wuzong and actually becoming a swordsman? I have never seen such a high speed. Even if you use amethyst jade to pile it up from a young age, it is impossible..."
"Did I miss something?" The man in Tsing Yi thought, and flew away: "This Zhongzhou City is so turned upside down, this bastard boy should not be killed..."
After turning a corner, Ji Mo finally let go of Rui Butong: "Oh my God, do you feel it?"
"Nonsense! Don't doubt my spiritual sense!" Rui Butong shouted as if he was insulted. He looked back carefully as he spoke, still with lingering fear.
"It can't be an illusion!" Ji Mo wiped his sweat: "This is so fucking scary! Suddenly I feel like I have entered a mass grave. The pressure, tsk, although my Ji family is big, there is no one
How can a person have such a terrifying aura..."
"I really don't know what kind of nerve this master has got into, to actually follow us two... I thought I was exposed." Rui Butong grinned.
Both of them were outstanding geniuses with super strong spiritual senses. Although the man in Tsing Yi did not appear and did not emit any aura, the two of them instinctively felt nervous.
Just like the cold feeling that an ordinary person feels when walking through a mass grave in the dark night without stars or moon...
Generally, this feeling does not appear in warriors; but as long as someone with this kind of powerful spiritual sense is given the opportunity to grow, he will definitely be an invincible figure!
If this kind of sensitive feeling appears in a civil servant, he will definitely be able to seek good luck and avoid disaster; if it appears in a military general, he will definitely be able to win a thousand-mile victory and be lucky in adversity; if it appears in a warrior, he will definitely become the overlord of the generation!
Sixth sense!
"Well, Third Brother, you also know that what I said was not directed at you, it was entirely because of this mystery..." Rui Butong smiled flatteringly.
"Well, I know you're not targeting me, but I feel uncomfortable after hearing this. Since I'm uncomfortable, you can't be comfortable even more! Let's go back and entertain you." Ji Mo said arrogantly: "I really deserve to praise you.
How can this mouth be so dexterous..."
"Ah!? No way?" Rui Butong screamed...
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This night was definitely a bloody night for Zhongzhou City!
At dawn, all the prisons in Zhongzhou were full overnight! Moreover, a military camp was temporarily vacated to imprison a large number of people; but the number of Jianghu people in Zhongzhou City only increased, not decreased...
In the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Fifth Qingrou Qingqiu wore a gentle coat, holding a small pair of scissors in her hand, and was carefully cutting out the potted plants on her desk. Her movements were gentle and gentle, her expression was comfortable and free, and her eyes were as calm as water.
I don’t know where the slight impatience I felt a day ago has gone.
Han Buchu, Jing Menghun and others hurriedly walked in.
"What's the matter? Why are you panicking?" Wu Qingrou said calmly. He was still concentrating on the potted plant, not even looking at them from the corner of his eye. It seemed that at this moment, he only focused on this potted plant.
Just as Gao Sheng was about to speak, Han Buchu gently pulled his sleeve.
Fifth Qingrou pruned the potted plants as if no one was watching. After pruning, she actually looked at it from different directions. Then she picked up a snow-white silk scarf with satisfaction, wrapped the pruned branches and leaves in it, and washed her hands calmly.
, almost half an hour has passed.
Then he sat down and said, "You guys are here in a hurry. Is there something important?"