After the two carriages passed the boundary marker between the two counties. A sturdy and familiar figure slowly walked up the official road. The bright unsheathed broadsword on his back was particularly conspicuous in the cold light on the deserted official road in the autumn.
The sturdy old swordsman stood in front of the stone monument, turned around and squinted at the road he came from. The hem of his clothes swayed wildly in the autumn wind, and his master's demeanor was vividly displayed. "It's better for you, just pat your butt and go to Xishu. This time The butt work was left to me, Lao Zhang."
This person is none other than Zhang Nu, the chief guest of Yanbei Palace and the Beidi Sword Sect.
After saying goodbye to Yan Longyu and others at the "Fu Shenzui" restaurant that day, the old swordsman with the pseudonym Zhang Gong did not actually return to Yanbei, but was always paying attention to the developments in Fulong County.
Although the old swordsman was rough and rude, he was careful in his heart. Otherwise, Yanbei Wang Yin Quan would not have been able to send the old swordsman alone to find his nephew after all these years.
Next to the stone monument, the old swordsman's ears twitched slightly, and then he took off the sword on his back and leaned on the stone monument beside him. He stared at the empty official road, laughed contemptuously and said: "You are so small. The various forces in the county, the Jianghu and the court are intertwined, crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and undercurrents are surging, just to bully a child who has just come out of the mountain. What a joke! If you want that child's life, you can kill me first."
As soon as he finished speaking, three people slowly walked out of the woods on both sides of the official road. It was the man named Lu Jianqing who carried a sword, the woman surnamed Yin in red clothes holding a piano and a curtain hat covering her face, and the woman surnamed Wang who lived in an "inn" outside the city of Fulong County.
No one thought that the couple, who usually made a living by opening an inn outside the city of Fulong County, were actually two people who were placed by Chongguo Gong Yao Chong in Fulong County in the early years to monitor the son of the Sword Immortal of Xishu. piece. And the middle-aged woman whom Yan Longyu called Sister Wang while eating Yangchun noodles was actually one of the four killers who had long been famous in the world, Zhuye Qing.
The old swordsman Zhang Nu glanced at the Qin held by the woman in the curtain hat and the middle-aged woman respectively, and finally his eyes fell on the ancient sword on the back of the man carrying the sword, and said: "This old man Yao Chong is really He has spent a lot of money, including Xuanyinqin, who was a member of the Demon Sect, Zhuye Qing, one of the four killers, and now even the Qingdan Sword Immortal Qingdan Sword." The swordsman narrowed his eyes and looked at the man carrying the sword, "Boy, that Qingdan Sword Who are you, Courageous Sword Immortal Lu Hao?"
Lu Jianqing was not surprised when the swordsman mentioned his dead father's name. On the contrary, it would be unbelievable if someone didn't recognize him. After all, in the past few decades, there have only been five people in the world who can be called sword immortals. The only famous swords that are remembered are the "Bu Si Shu" by Yan Linxiao of Xishu, the sword "White Snake" owned by the owner of Jianjia Lake, one of the top ten masters today, and the ancient sword "Qingshu" he carries on his back. "Courage".
Lu Jianqing said respectfully and hoarsely: "I'm just a junior, so I won't bother Zhang Laodao Sect to keep it in mind."
Over the ages, swordsmen and swordsmen have always had a dispute over which is the best weapon for a warrior, a sword or a sword. In his early years, Zhang Nu relied on a heavy sword to defeat all the swordsmen in the North without losing, earning the title of "the best swordsman in the North". Later, he became obsessed with "sword battles" and successively challenged several swordsmen in the world to become famous. The swordsman has only lost to three people so far, including Yan Linxiao, the Sword Immortal of Western Shu, but he never had the chance to compete with the Qingdan Sword Immortal until Na Lu Haozhen was killed by Emperor Chunfeng. But today, what he didn't expect was that the Qingdan Sword would reappear in front of his eyes.
The old swordsman showed a look of joy in his eyes, raised his head and said, "In that case, will you come one by one, or three of you together?"
The woman in red, whose face was covered by a curtain, wanted to say something, but Lu Jianqing held her slender arm and stopped her. He took a step forward, cupped his fists and said, "Since senior recognizes the sword on Lu's back, I will be bold today." Let me compete with you. If I win, you will let us go. If you win, we will no longer cause trouble for Yan Longyu."
"Okay! He is a cheerful person!" Zhang Nu held a knife in one hand and strode towards Lu Jianqing as he spoke.
Lu Jianqing didn't draw his sword, and he didn't even take off the sword from his back. He just walked towards the old swordsman with a vigorous step.
There is a huge difference between the realms of the two. Zhang Nu is a real swordsman in the seventh realm, while Lu Jianqing is only in the fifth realm. When it comes to realm, the two of them are not at the same level at all, but they both have a clear understanding of each other. They have removed the blessing of realm and just compete in strength and skills.
After a few rounds of ups and downs, the swordsman Zhang Nu gained the upper hand. Taking advantage of the opportunity for the young man to dodge, the old swordsman struck again with his sword. Lu Jianqing could not dodge and could only block it with all his strength, but he still did not draw his sword. plan.
Seeing that the eighty kilogram big knife was about to hit his chest, Lu Jianqing shook his arms, and a chained short knife flew out from between the sleeves of his cloth clothes. It got entangled with Zhang Nu's big knife, and the big knife was lost instantly. With a little force, Lu Jianqing avoided it at a tricky angle.
Zhang Nu did not give up. Instead, he held the knife with both hands, turned the blade, and continued to slash at Lu Jianqing. Lu Jianqing used the chain of the chain knife to block the old sword sect's sword with his body, but his chest still shook, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the two chain knives protruding from the young man's sleeves, Zhang Nu smiled coldly and said clearly: "So your master is the 'two-sleeved knife', and you are the one who killed your master with your own hands and took his place." Boy, no wonder you carry a sword instead of using it. It seems that more than one of the four killers in the world is here today!"
In recent years, some good people in the world have compiled the "Four Greatest Killers in the World" based on the number of heads killed by killers and the identity of the victims circulated in the world, namely Bamboo Leaf Green, Two-Sided Knife, Plum Blossom Seal and Yun Xing. Four guests. It is said that the heads taken by these four people are no less than thirty, according to rumors in the world.
Two years ago, there were rumors that one of the four, Ryoshidana, was killed by the apprentice he personally brought out, and replaced him as one of the four killers.
And the apprentice with two sleeves of swords was the young man in front of Zhang Nu who was carrying the Qingdan Sword.
Lu Jianqing snorted coldly, and the iron chains of the two-sleeved swords flew out from his sleeves and tightly wrapped around Zhang Nu's sword that was slashing at him. He smiled and said: "Yes, I am the Qingfeng Lu family who was the first to kill the master." Dog, Lu Jianqing!"
There was a stalemate in the scene, and Lu Jianqing could no longer hold on any longer. The mysterious woman in red clothes holding a harp on the side turned to look at Zhu Yeqing, one of the four killers beside her, with an anxious look under her hat.
Zhu Yeqing, who looked like a lean woman, sneered and nodded slightly.
Blood oozed from the corners of Lu Jianqing's mouth, veins popped out in his hands that were still holding the iron chain, and his face was flushed. He smiled at Zhang Nu in a joking way: "Although I can't beat you, I have the means to kill you! Hahahaha!"
The always upright old swordsman opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to realize: It turned out that Lu Jianqing's respectful gesture at the beginning was just a cover-up, the purpose was to remove his cultivation and create opportunities for the two people behind him to attack.
Zhang Nu immediately let go of his sword, stepped back, and began to move the sea of qi.
At this moment, Zhuyeqing flew out from his side, like a light and agile snake, and flew towards the old swordsman who had abandoned his sword. He went straight to his heart, struck out with a palm, and burst into flames on Zhang Nu's chest. There were ripples of energy in his palm, and a dark purple blood energy penetrated into the body of this old sword master of the seventh realm of air control.
Blood seeped out of Zhang Nu's seven orifices, and he had no time to react. His energy and blood were running at full strength, condensing on his hands that could usually lift an eighty-pound sword.
In just an instant, Zhang Nu opened his hands wide and quickly closed them in front of his chest. Zhu Yeqing, who was still in front of Zhang Nu's chest and had no time to dodge, was directly smashed in the head by the old sword sect's closed palms!
In front of the old man, blood mist dispersed.
"The Seven Realm Sword Sect is extraordinary!" Lu Jianqing knelt down and said in horror.
Seeing the tragic scene in front of him, the woman in red's pupils trembled. He would never have thought that the world-famous killer Zhu Yeqing would be so vulnerable to the old swordsman's full blow and die like this!
Zhang Nu kicked away Zhuyeqing's headless corpse, covered his chest, his lips turned purple, knelt down on one knee and spit out a mouthful of thick black blood. He raised his head and glared angrily at the young man and woman not far away, with murderous intent rising all over his body. The big knife that fell on the ground began to tremble violently, as if it would fly into the hands of the old swordsman in the next moment.
Seeing the woman in red holding the guqin, she quickly stepped forward with the guqin in her arms. She picked up Lu Jianqing, who was weak and fell to the ground, with one hand. With agility, she flew away into the woods on the side of the official road. As she ran, she said softly: "This bamboo leaf is eroded by green leaves." The poison of the bone palm can be fatal. Senior, don't use your skills to spread the poison all over your body. It's better to go back to Yanbei as soon as possible! The snow lotus in Yanbei Snow Valley may be able to save you."
The woman smiled playfully and said, "Oh, by the way, when senior returned to Yanbei, he said hello to my Uncle Yanwang by the way, and said he missed him."
The woman's voice gradually faded away, and the old swordsman who was tricked finally restrained his cultivation, stood up slowly, and stopped the bone-eroding poison in his body. He looked at the direction in which the two people were leaving and said weakly: "That woman's name is Uncle Wang Ye, Yin Lingxin. Could it be that she is the daughter of the princess?"
"Damn it, the eldest princess's daughter wants to kill the little princess's son? What the hell kind of world is this..."
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The woman named Yin Lingxin held Xuanyinqin in one hand and supported Lu Jianqing in the other. After running for dozens of miles in one breath, she finally stopped at a stream.
Yin Lingxin gently wiped Lu Jianqing's face in the stream, washing away the blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, and said softly: "You still underestimated my uncle's retainer."
The original intention of the three of them was to use a plan to join forces to kill this old sword sect who was in the way, but now it seems that they really underestimated the virtues of this "Yanbei No. 1 swordsman".
Lu Jianqing, who was lying next to an elm tree, looked at the graceful figure of the woman beside him who was busy working for him. He felt warm in his heart and said hoarsely: "It doesn't matter, I'll trade her Zhu Yeqing's life for the help of Yan Longyu, an old sword sect. It's worth it." ”
"The day I recover from my injury will be the day Yan Longyu dies!"
