Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 255 [Six Swords Flying Together]

[From the one million words agreed upon, it feels like no one has read it...

I don't know when the second season of Snow in the Snow will be released! 】

On the side, Long Yuxuan, the flower picker, kept thinking about it after seeing the two master and servant.

The rivers and lakes are so big that there are no surprises. It is not surprising that someone rides a donkey.

However, if you ride a donkey, add peach blossom branches, and add Wudi City, you must not underestimate it.

No one in the world knows that Deng Tai'a, the new sword god, was born out of thin air. He likes to carry a peach blossom and roam the martial arts world.

It is because of this that many men and women in the Jianghu who worship the demeanor of the sword god also follow the gourd painting.

Such a half-demon, half-immortal style has aroused the disgust of some old-school people in the Jianghu.

Just imagine, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, walking on the street, ten knights with swords, or female knights, among them, three or four out of ten are wandering around with peach branches in their hands.

So, what is the system?

Don't get bored?

This is the same as the wave of blue shirts caused by the invincible official Cao Changqing back then.

At that time, the whole city was wearing green clothes, which can be said to be popular all over the country.

In terms of popularity, among the top ten masters, Wang Xianzhi, Deng Tai'a, and Cao Changqing, who are ranked top three, can all shake off the next seven by ten streets.

Its strength is not the same.

Naturally, Long Yuxuan had no chance to see the true face of the sword god Deng Tai'a, but he also knew that in the Jianghu, anyone who rides a donkey and carries peach blossoms is not the sword god.

But the person in front of him has a gentle expression, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person.

Shenhua is introverted and has a good demeanor.

Long Xuanyu felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing that Bai Jian's son was pouring wine over there without knowing the heights of the world, he hesitated for a moment, got off the horse, and carefully sat beside the child.

Separate this bastard from the master and servant.

In Emperor Wu's city, on the empty main road, Xu Qianqiu got off the carriage and walked slowly, intending to go to the top of the attic to watch this unrivaled battle.

At the foot of the wall, there are six Wu slaves standing side by side. The Wu slaves of Emperor Wu City are famous all over the world.

There are twelve martial slaves in total, they are all masters among the rivers and lakes, they were defeated by Wang Xianzhi, and after that, they voluntarily stayed to defend the city for him.

Among them, there are four swordsmen, three swordsmen, one marksmanship master, two boxing masters, one luthier, and one chess player.

Half of the military slaves were dispatched from Emperor Wu City to stand under the city wall. Presumably, it was not a means of hospitality, but to let His Royal Highness, who had left Liangzhou on a white horse, retreat in the face of difficulties.

In Emperor Wudi's city, there has never been a national law, only the city rules set by Wang Xianzhi.

Here, the emperor, the old man, the prince, the prince, and the prince, all speak in vain.

No matter who you are, you have to follow the rules, unless...

Your fist is hard enough!
How hard is it?

Defeat the land god Wang Xianzhi, and that's it!

Jiantong Sanlu peeked at the curtain of the carriage several times, but he couldn't see that astonishing face.

So, I had no choice but to drink to build up my courage, looking for something to say, and asked softly:
"Master, who is that Young Master, he is so courageous, he dared to ignore the old man Wang's city regulations and planned to go upstairs.

It's just that Li Chungang, the master beside him, has left the city. With his own strength, can he walk to the top of the city?

Those six martial slaves are all first-rank masters, they can beat him into a pig's head in just a few minutes. "

The middle-aged man lowered his head to drink, squinted his eyes, looked at the young man's back, vaguely felt a bit of familiarity back then, and said in a trance:

"He's so-so. He's a distant relative. In terms of seniority, he has to call me uncle."

Jiantong was shocked on the spot and said: "Master, since Sanlu has known you, you have never mentioned your family background, why don't you tell me about it today?"

The man thought for a while, held the bowl, hung in the air, and finally smiled and said:
"Back then, when I was practicing swords in a certain place, his mother, who was a distant cousin, once gave me food, life-saving, and teaching.

Today, bringing you to Emperor Wu City is to repay that kindness. "

The young man is straightforward, he can say whatever is on his mind, and said:

"Master, I'm not talking about you. According to what you said just now, this kindness has gone too far. How can you repay it?

In addition, you two are related, if you are stingy, I can't stand it!
From now on, I won't boil water for you to cook! "

The middle-aged man sniffed the peach blossom branch in his hand and joked:

"You're so thoughtful, I don't know?
Do you feel that the girl in the carriage, whom you fell in love with at first sight, has something to do with that young man, so she wants to use me to get in touch with him, and then go to do good things?

You, you, this is called generosity to others, otherwise, with your stingy temperament, even if you go down with ten sticks, you will never get half a copper coin. "

Jiantong was furious, he ignored the harsh words of the old man, but from the corner of his eye, he turned to the carriage, for fear that the girl would have a bad impression of him after hearing it.

The man said with emotion softly: "Before Wu Su left the Wu family's sword tomb, I promised to say goodbye to Jianshan.

Later, she entered the imperial city alone for Xu Laizi. I didn't have time to keep up with her, so that she fell to the root of the disease, and I feel guilty to this day. "

While speaking, the man bent down and took out a pineapple wooden box from the bookcase.

With a swipe of your finger, gently push it away.

Inside the wooden box, there were twelve small swords of different lengths, but exquisite and pocket-sized.

The small swords are very different in color, very different.

Before taking any action, the gentle and honest man, who looked very harmless to humans and animals, smiled and said to the two carriages and the drinking child:
"Deng Tai'a, when I was practicing swords, I owed Princess Wu Su a debt, and I will pay half of it today.

I hope you don't get in the way. "

Long Yuxuan took a sip of the wine, coughed hard, his face turned pale with fright.

"My concubine practices swords to save people, but I am different. I practice swords only to kill people. The sword in the box has a total of twelve swords. Today, I made an exception and made six swords!"

The childish boy had been drinking without heart and lungs, but at this moment he showed a dignified expression for the first time.

On the side, Tsing Yi was holding a bloody spear. This man called himself Deng Tai'a. Although his gesture was friendly, she never took it lightly.

If you want to kill the King of Liang, go to Tsing Yi first!
This is not empty talk!
Shu shy and Yang Qingfeng looked at each other.

Murong Tonghuang raised the curtain again, widened his eyes and frowned.

Goodbye beauty, the young sword boy closest to the sword god Deng Tai'a, full of pride and vigor.

For a moment, everyone nearby held their breath.

The Peach Blossom Sword God, whose swordsmanship is the best in the world, now uses his sword to kill people, how many people in the world can witness it with their own eyes?
The pineapple sword box is neatly arranged, with twelve swords, the longest reaching the middle finger and the shortest reaching the thumb.

In the current arena, Deng Tai'a is in the limelight, far superior to the old sword god Li Chungang, and is the No. 1 in the world of swordsmanship.

With a slight smile, he stretched out an index finger, flicked it lightly towards the hilt of the first small red sword in his left hand, and said calmly:
"Xuan Jia!"

The little sword flew into the air, froze slightly, and shot towards the top of the city.

Deng Tai'a stretched out his middle finger again, tapped both fingers together, and said:
"Ome, bamboo horse."

(End of this chapter)