"It's the 'four-armed boxer' Li Changfeng, one of the six great guests of the Xiaoyao Sect!" Yan Gui walked out of the private room and said to Dugu Haodang with a solemn expression, the dagger in his hand already unsheathed.
Li Changfeng, the four-armed boxer in the center of the hall downstairs, had a joking look in his eyes, raised his chin and pointed upstairs. The thirty or so Xiaoyao Sect killers beside him swarmed up the narrow stairs with swords in hand like wolves and rushed to the second floor. Everyone is above the Four Realms and below the Grandmaster.
In the private room on the second floor, although Han Jianglong and Huang Mang didn't know what was going on, they had already picked up their weapons and prepared to go out to fight, but they were stopped by Yan Longyu who was blocking the door.
Yan Longyu turned his back to the four people in the room, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow from his arm, and said with a forced smile: "The Xiaoyao Sect is here for me. The two eldest brothers should not go into this muddy water and be implicated by me. My brothers can stay in the house and take care of Mo Fei and Mr. Wang for me."
The two gangsters looked at each other, then looked at Mo Fei, who was concentrating on thinking at the table, and nodded helplessly.
"Brother, be careful." Han Jianglong could only sigh.
Yan Longyu came to the corridor and looked down at the coir raincoat killers on the stairs who were rushing towards him. He found that Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui were already standing at the entrance of the stairs with swords in hand. There was a touch of warmth in the young man's eyes. He drew out his sword. He picked up the new cast-iron sword on his back and strode away with a flourish.
In the face of a formidable enemy, it is truly a blessing in life to have such two good brothers standing in front of you at all times.
Among the coir raincoat killers, one of them was eager to perform his merits and rushed up to the second floor ahead of everyone behind him. This man ignored Yan Gui's dagger thrust, turned slightly sideways, and slashed at the young man in gorgeous black clothes in front of him with his knife.
Dugu Haodang cleverly used his strength to take away the man's broad sword with one sword. Yan Gui, who was looked down upon by the side, no longer left any room for maneuver for the attacker, and stabbed the assassin's chest with the short sword. The killer knew that he underestimated his enemy. Unable to dodge, he stumbled away, but Yan Longyu, who flew over, used the "whale swallowing move" he had learned a few days ago, slit his throat, and he fell to the ground dead with blood splattering three feet.
Li Changfeng, who had been standing on the spot, looked up and saw the skilled cooperation of the three teenagers upstairs, but remained indifferent. Perhaps in his opinion, there was no need for him to personally take action against such ant-like little people.
"Don't underestimate the enemy. The cultivation level of the young man in black is no worse than yours. Just kill them all if you don't leave them alive!" The middle-aged man, known as the "Four-Armed Fist Sect", said to the others who continued to surge forward. snapped.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Realm Boxing Master's face suddenly hardened, and he seemed to feel a powerful force of energy pressing from the top of his head. He slowly squinted his eyes, raised his gaze, and looked towards the third floor.
In a wing room on the third floor, a black shadow burst out of the door and hit the stairs on the first floor like a thunderbolt.
After a crackling sound, debris flew everywhere, and the wooden staircase between the first and second floors was smashed into countless pieces of wood by the black figure with its body.
A dozen killers who were going upstairs fell into the hall, and one person was smashed into a puddle of flesh by the black shadow and was trampled under his feet.
There was an old man standing proudly among the people who fell to the ground. He had a long breath and pointed his fingers like a sword. Three feet of white air lingered between his two fingers, like a three-foot green peak in his hand.
After Yan Longyu and the other three teamed up to kill the two people who went upstairs, they suddenly became aware of the scene in front of them. They widened their eyes in unison and forgot to focus on the old man downstairs.
Because this person is none other than the old servant who has been responsible for Mr. Qin's daily life these years.
Lao He in Dugu Haodang's mouth.
Grandpa He in Yan Longyu’s mouth.
Although Yan Longyu knew that Grandpa He's skills were not simple, it was still difficult for him to associate the old man who spent all day chopping wood and feeding horses with the peerless expert in front of him. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and said excitedly: "I'll go! I'll do it You know Grandpa He is not simple, right, Dugu and Yangui."
Yan Gui had already been stunned, stunned on the spot.
Although Dugu Haodang already knew about Lao He's cultivation, he still couldn't help nodding and sighing, "I remember Mr. He said that Lao He's surname is not He, but He Lan."
third floor.
In the superior wing with the door open.
Qin Ruoyang, an old Confucian scholar, was sitting at the table with his legs covered by a quilt, holding a book in his hand and looking gloomy. He looked down at the scroll but listened to the movement downstairs, and murmured to himself with a smile: "Da Huan has a sword bone, and his name is He Lanxu!"
"The 'Loulan Sword Maniac' who asked the sword in the Central Plains is back in the world again! Hahaha..."
Thirty-five years ago, there was a middle-aged swordsman from Lanzhou, Dahuan Tower, who went to the Central Plains alone just to rectify the name of the swordsman from Dahuan Kingdom. Luan Lingyu, the first martial artist in the Wu Zhao Dynasty, won a draw and became famous all over the world. But after that man returned to Dahuan Kingdom, he seemed to have disappeared from the world, and there was no more news about him in the world.
And this person is Qin Ruoyang's servants Lao He and He Lanxu.
Lobby.
Li Changfeng looked at the scar-faced old man in the center of the crowd opposite. As if facing a formidable enemy, his hands behind his back slowly lowered and he held them. The moment he held them, the muscles of his arms swelled rapidly, bursting the sleeves and robes, and his hands The fist was surrounded by the golden aura that bloomed, like a shirtless Arhat, majestic and solemn, and then his voice became more serious: "There is no one like you among the top ten masters today!"
When the servant Lao He, whose real name was Helanxun, heard this, he smiled lightly and was hidden deep in the Dugu royal family of Dahuan by Qin Ruoyang. After the second prince of Dahuan, Dugubei, killed his brother to seize the throne, he followed Qin Ruoyang and escorted the young prince to Qinzhou. He Lan He has been anonymous for nearly thirty years, and it's time for the world to remember his name.
He Lanxu, who looked younger than Qin Ruoyang, lightly raised his two fingers lingering in the three-foot sword energy, pointed at Li Changfeng who was protected by the golden energy behind the killers of the Xiaoyao Sect, and said with a faint smile: "Younger, use your power. Come and see if your body-protecting fist is stronger or my three-foot sword is stronger!"
As he spoke, another sword energy appeared on top of the three-foot sword energy between He Lanxu's two fingers. The sword energy was overwhelming.
"Sword Immortal!"
Someone among the killers who surrounded He Lanxu in the center of the circle screamed in surprise. All the killers subconsciously took a few steps back, but they were all surrounded and did not dare to step forward.
Different realms naturally lead to different mentality. Li Changfeng, the Seventh Realm Grandmaster, was not that surprised. He smiled jokingly and glanced at the three young people upstairs who were staying away from the incident. He thought in his mind: It doesn't matter if he is a swordsman, let alone a swordsman. There are more than thirty Xiaoyao Sect disciples who are above the fourth level, and even thirty pieces of wood are enough for the old guy to chop for a while.
The one he wants to kill is Yan Longyu, the son of the Western Shu Sword Immortal!
Li Changfeng retreated slowly and gave an order to the crowd surrounding the old swordsman, "Stop him for me. Don't ruin the sect master's plan. The sect master will treat your family well!"
After hearing this, more than thirty disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect looked upon death as though they were dead. They all clenched the broad swords in their hands and flew away towards the swordsman whose realm they would never be able to catch up with.
"Looking for death?" He Lanxu's eyes were as sharp as the edge of a sword. With one command, the sword energy poured out like a flood, trapping more than thirty people in it.
The screams kept coming and going.
Human life is like a piece of grass in front of a strong man, and Li Changfeng actually wanted to sacrifice more than thirty lives to hold back this old swordsman who suddenly appeared and ruined his plan.
Dugu Haodang and Yan Longyu were keenly aware of the danger almost at the same time, and quickly kept an eye on Li Changfeng. Dugu Haodang took four steps forward to block Yan Longyu, and Yan Gui followed him unawares.
Li Changfeng quickly retreated to the corner, used his strength to jump up, and flew to the second floor like a strong ape. He did not give Yan Longyu and the others any chance to react, and flashed in front of Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui, with two big hands He grabbed Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui's necks, lifted them up into the air, and quickly slammed into Yan Longyu with his body.
Yan Longyu quickly dodged with a move, and while dodging, he also used a "lotus pose" to stab Li Changfeng's throat, heart, and back three times, but they were all blocked by Li Changfeng's body-protecting fists. No one can enter beyond an inch.
"Both his body skills and sword skills are excellent, but his cultivation is unsightly!" As he spoke, Li Changfeng exerted his strength with both hands. Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui, who were grabbed by the neck and lifted up in the air, instantly saw blood gushing in their bodies, and veins popping up on their faces. , with a ferocious face.
He didn't know who among the three people in front of him was the son of the Sword Immortal, but the actions of Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui just now to block the road made Li Changfeng identify Yan Longyu.
Li Changfeng let go of the two unconscious teenagers, clenched his fists tightly, and punched Yan Longyu forward.
"There is no reason in this world to just drink with brothers without helping them. I, Han Jianglong, don't want to be ridiculed by my brothers in the future, saying that the two of us are greedy for life and afraid of death!"
A sword and a bronze stick suddenly shot out from both sides of Yan Longyu - Han Jianglong and Huang Mang. Before Yan Longyu could react, Han and Huang had already taken the initiative to meet Li Changfeng's fists, one on the left and the other on the right.
Two dull sounds of iron followed one after another.
The two five-level gangsters flew out with weapons in their hands and fists colliding with each other.
The horse-killing knife was broken into two pieces, and the handle was embedded in Han Jianglong's bloody hand; the bronze stick dragged Huang Mang into the corridor and fell downstairs.
If the Five Realm warriors are like dragons and phoenixes among men, then the martial arts master is the abandoned son of an immortal. Even if he is not a true immortal, he cannot be easily shaken by one or two mortals.
Although there is only one realm between the five realm warriors and the master, there is an insurmountable gap in terms of force and divine will.
While Li Changfeng was dispersing his internal energy, Yan Longyu took advantage of the situation and flew with all his strength to cut Li Changfeng's throat, but only a shallow blood groove was cut.
The earthworm shakes the tree, the moth flies into the fire.
The latter was completely enraged, and his body-protecting fists were instantly condensed under his arms, converging into two hollow arms that clenched their fists.
The arms regenerate under the arms.
"Four-Armed Boxer" Li Changfeng finally used his special skills, quickly gathered his strength and threw a second punch, hitting Yan Longyu again.
Han Jianglong, who was lying on the ground, saw this and without hesitation, he knelt down at Li Changfeng's feet and used his body to drag the legs of the Seven Realm Boxing Sect.
Yan Longyu, who was not in a hurry to dodge, was able to turn back a few feet.
But he saw Li Changfeng, a four-armed arhat, using his hollow arm to wrap his domineering fist and swing it downwards, smashing Han Jianglong's intestines!
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The honest and honest man who was drinking and chatting happily with the teenagers in the private room just a moment ago was now a corpse with his body and head separated.
Han Jianglong at Li Changfeng's feet seemed to still be looking at Yan Longyu with a smile, but his life was gone.
Fifteen years ago, Yan Longyu watched Yan Liuliu die in front of him, and tonight, Han Jianglong died in the same way in front of him, without even hearing a single last word!
"Brother Han!" Yan Longyu roared with red eyes, forgetting life and death, clenched the iron sword in his hand and ran towards the oncoming Li Changfeng.
"Kill my brother and I will pay with your blood!"
As the boy ran towards Li Changfeng, the screams downstairs also stopped abruptly.
"Borrow the sword and use it!" He Lanxu's old and rich voice sounded in the building again.
The so-called sword immortal means that everything can be turned into a sword and all swords can be wielded.
The two swords, one long and one short, in the hands of Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui, who were unconscious on the ground, slowly came out of their hands, hung in the air, and flew towards Li Changfeng's back like two straight thunders, shattering them instantly. His two fists gathered together to form the hollow arms.
Helanxun rises into the sky, his clothes swaying and his expression full of energy, like a god descending to the lower realm.
He raised his two fingers and pointed at Li Changfeng, who was running toward Yan Longyu in the corridor on the second floor. A white sword energy came out of his hand like a thick white snake, directly piercing the heart of the distinguished guest of Xiaoyao Sect.
"Sure enough, those thirty or so people were worse than wood in front of the Sword Immortal. They died in the hands of the Sword Immortal. I, Li Changfeng, am not unjust!"
Li Changfeng, who had already been unconsciously frightened by the Sword Immortal, was still unable to throw a second punch before he died. He murmured in his mouth and stopped, kneeling to death. He was cut down by the oncoming Yan Longyu with a "Wandering Dragon Style". His old head.
Everything is over, Li Changfeng, the great guest of Xiaoyao Sect, died in the guest house and was drunk with sweet-scented osmanthus!
Yan Longyu lifted the head of the four-armed fist master, and his clear eyes became moist and cloudy.
Looking at Han Jianglong's unmistakable corpse, and looking at Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui who fell to the ground, the young man choked up and said: "Why do you come to kill me! Why do you all have to die for me! I, Yan Longyu, am so virtuous. Yes, is it worth doing this?! How can you be so virtuous..."
"Your Highness just fainted, nothing serious." The servant Lao He, who returned to the world, personally tested the breath of the two children, Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui, and raised his head and said loudly without being alarmed.
He was talking to the old Confucian scholar upstairs.
Then, Qin Ruoyang's old voice came from the wing upstairs, but it was for Yan Longyu.
"My child, the world is not the grandiose words and swordsmanship you think it is. It's all about intrigues and deceitful plots."
"The reason why those chic and elegant knights are known to people is not because they have more righteousness than ordinary people, but because they hold countless heads in their hands! There is no right or wrong in the world, only life and death! Don't want to be criticized by others If I kill you, I will kill others! Remember, disciple?!"
"Long Yu has remembered it! There is no right or wrong in the world, only life and death!"
The voices of the old man and the young man echoed in the empty, dead and dim restaurant, for a long time, miserable and sad.
After hearing the sound, Mo Fei carried Wang Sui's collar like a skinny dog to the outside of the corridor and looked downstairs. His limbs were everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and his eyes were desolate and desolate. This person was once praised by Gu Beixuan for his "big heart". The young man's eyes were filled with tears and sadness came from him.
A few words from a Machiavellian man can mean the death of hundreds of thousands of people without burial.
This world is so rotten.
Wang Sui, who had a guilty conscience, had dull eyes and curled up on the ground like a drowned dog. His legs were trembling, and a pool of fishy stench flowed out of his crotch.
