Lu Liding and his wife, as well as Wu Sanniang, had already been alarmed by the children's playing.
Hearing the sound at this time, everyone looked up and saw a girl wearing Taoist robes standing by the eaves.
She looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. The moonlight reflected on her face, making her look even more fair and pretty. Behind her was an ancient sheathed sword, with its blood-red sword ribbon rustling in the wind.
Lu Li Ding originally thought it was Li Mochou who had arrived, but when he saw it was a girl, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a deep voice: "Lu Li Ding, are you a member of Li Mochou's family?"
The young girl was Hong Lingbo, a disciple of Li Mochou. A sneer appeared on her lips and she said, "It's good that you know! Kill your wife, daughter, and maidservants quickly, and then commit suicide, so that I don't have to go to any trouble." "
These few words were said in an understatement, without any hesitation, and did not take the people present into consideration at all.
When Lu Liding heard this, he was so angry that his whole body trembled and said, "You...you..."
Originally, he wanted to rush forward and fight the enemy directly, but the opponent was just a teenage girl. It would be inappropriate for him to take action.
He was a bit pedantic, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
"What a strong tone. Are you worthy of destroying my Lujiazhuang?"
While hesitating, Lu Nianchou had already shouted coldly, jumped up, and landed on the eaves of the house.
"You are Hong Lingbo, Li Mochou's disciple. You are not very capable, but your tone is very arrogant."
"I want to see what you are capable of!"
As Lu Nianchou said this, he put his palm on the sheathed sword behind his back.
This short sword is called Yinque, which was left by his father Lu Zhanyuan. It is about two feet long. It is made from the sunken silver and cold iron on the seabed. It is a rare sword.
Since his father's death, this knife has fallen into his hands and been cared for day and night. However, over the years, he has never had the chance to take it out of its sheath...see blood!
"I think there is really no one in Lujiazhuang. It is ridiculous to let a young boy like you come forward."
"Okay, I'll take your life first, and then cut off other people's heads."
As he spoke, the long sword behind Hong Lingbo was unsheathed with a clang, and under the cold moonlight, it came like a stream of light.
Lu Nianchou narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not an ordinary person in his previous life and had experienced killings.
Although he has not done anything in this life for many years, the evil spirit in his chest not only has not dissipated, but has become purer, just like an evil tiger trapped in a cage.
Once you break out of the cage, you will choose someone to eat!
Clang! !
Like a silver bottle exploding and water slurry bursting out, a flash of silver sword light turned out to be brighter than the bright moon in the sky at this moment.
The Yinque knife was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it actually made a buzzing sound in the night.
Phew!
It was like a silver bird flapping its wings, tearing apart the dark night sky in an instant.
When Hong Lingbo saw this, his originally indifferent expression suddenly changed drastically.
You must know that she has good qualifications, and she also studied under Li Mochou and learned advanced martial arts. Although she is young, she has already started to penetrate the acupoints not long ago.
Although he has not yet mastered the first rule, in terms of strength, he can already gain a foothold in the world and be called a master.
But he didn't expect that the young man in front of him, who was much younger than himself, could be so powerful with his sword.
It is simply not inferior to those swordsmen who have practiced swordsmanship for decades, and even surpasses them in terms of subtlety.
She no longer dared to look down upon him in the slightest. The swordsmanship of the Ancient Tomb Sect inherited from Li Mochou suddenly unfolded, and a chilling aura hit her face.
Lu Nianchou was unmoved at all. Although the opponent's internal strength was higher than his, martial arts fighting was never just about martial arts.
If this is the case, during the competition, you only need to show your own realm. Those with low cultivation level can just kill themselves. There is no need to fight.
The cultivation level and state of internal strength are only part of the strength. Martial arts moves, inner strength mental skills, light kung fu body skills, weapons and armor, and even on-the-spot performance and enemy mentality all affect the outcome.
No matter how high your internal strength is, if you don't know how to use it, or if you don't know the killing skills, you are just a reckless man with great strength.
Meeting the real 'executioner' is like a pig meeting a hungry wolf, the outcome is already doomed.
In the hang-up system, the practice of internal Kung Fu is divided into six stages: foundation building, Qi nourishing, Qiao Tong, Zhou Tian, Xian Tian, Tian Ren.
Lu Nianchou was ten years old, but he had already been cultivating his Qi for three years, and he was only a short distance away from opening his Qi.
The so-called enlightenment is actually the process of people in the martial arts community opening up the twelve main meridians. Many disciples of great sects and wealthy people in the world are often trapped in this all their lives, unable to penetrate the twelve main meridians, forming a cycle of heaven and earth.
As long as the inner force penetrates the twelve main meridians and circulates around the sky, you can immediately become famous in the world, become a famous figure in the martial arts world, and be a hero.
"It's a pity that my idle system needs more and better martial arts to be effective."
Although Lu Nianchou is still one step away from being able to gain enlightenment, and his explosive power is inferior to Hong Lingbo's, the gap between the two is not that big, and they are not without the strength to fight.
Bang!
The moment the swords collided, Lu Nianchou followed the sword, like a sparrow fluttering its wings, soaring and changing above the eaves. The light of the sword was as fast as lightning, and each sword was faster than the last. In the blink of an eye, Hong Lingbo was enveloped.
"good!"
Lu Liding couldn't help but cheer excitedly when he saw this scene. His martial arts was passed down from his elder brother. Although he had never faced an enemy before, his vision was not weak.
Although his nephew Lu Nianchou's internal strength is still weak, this set of Lu family's sword skills is fast and agile, and the sword's light is sharp, and he has already entered the palace.
Vaguely, it was even higher than his sword skills.
Lu Liding knew that his martial arts qualifications were mediocre and that he would never reach a high level of martial arts in his life. Since his brother's death, he was afraid that the Lu family's swordsmanship would fall into disrepair in his hands.
At this time, I saw my brother's legitimate son, who had practiced the Lu family swordsmanship to such a level at such a young age. I just felt that the sky has eyes. Although my brother died young, there are people who will succeed him.
His eyes turned red for a moment, and he secretly made up his mind to let his nephew escape even if he risked his life.
"As long as Nianchou can escape, our Lujiazhuang will have a successor!"
When Lu Li Ding was feeling emotional, Lu Nianchou held the silver bird sword in his hands, one sword faster than the other. The light of the sword was like the waves, and the blade was like a silver bird, dancing in the waves.
It was the first time since he started practicing martial arts that he felt so intoxicated. The silver ring that bound his long hair exploded, and his black hair danced wildly, letting out a long roar.
"Hahaha!"
"Happy! So happy!"
"Hong Lingbo, I want to see how many times you can block my sword?"
Lu Nianchou's eyes were cold, and there was a beast-like madness in the depths of his pupils, and he slashed out one hundred and eight times with the silver sparrow knife in his hand.
Keng!
When the sword light fell again, Hong Lingbo finally lost his sword. He leaned slightly, and was struck by a sword light across the side of his face, and a strand of long hair slowly fell from the air.
Lu Nianchou rolled the Yinque Dao in his hand, and the strand of black hair immediately fell into his palm. He sneered: "Next time, the knife in my hand will chop more than just hair."
Hong Lingbo's face turned green and red, and it was really embarrassing to be defeated by a boy much younger than him.
Her pretty face was dizzy and she shouted: "You are Lu Zhanyuan's only son, Lu Nianchou, right?"
"I won't argue with you. When my master comes, I'll see if you can still be tough."
After saying that, he straightened his body, jumped off the eaves, and retreated into the night.
But no one expected that Hong Lingbo seemed to be retreating, but the moment he fell, he shot out several silver needles with a snap of his fingers. They shot like light in the night and hit Lu Wushuang, Cheng Ying and Lu Liding.
