The Emerald Tower

Ding, ding!

The long sword in Dean's hand was flipped, and the two flying knives that had been shot were knocked off. At the same time, the tip of the flipped long sword stabbed back. (Read the first issue of the latest chapter щщщιmЁ).『≤『≤ǎn』≤小『≤say,

Huh!

The sound of the metal blade piercing into the meat sounded again.

A man who was no more than five feet tall and was among the monkeys before fell over his throat.

"It's the juggler of that tank!"

Hong Ling exclaimed.

And when she looked around, she discovered that the corpse lying on the other side belonged to the juggler who practiced soft skills, and the dozen figures that jumped out before were monkeys who were originally adored with joy.

The girl covered her mouth in surprise, her clothes looked incredulous.

"go!"

Dean said concisely.

Immediately, the recovered girl followed Dean's footsteps closely, with an expression on her face that wanted to ask, but was somewhat timid.

"The woman who used the flying knife was in the same group as them, and should be the leader. However, after seeing that it was impossible to disobey, she left temporarily!"

As if guessing what Hongling wanted to ask, Dean replied straightforwardly.

"If someone is dead, we should wait for the City Lord's Mansion or Wu League..."

The girl was talking.

"I can't believe them!"

Dean said like this, leading the girl through the chaotic crowd, and returned to the alley where the Shuiyue Sword Hall was located.

However, when he first entered the alley, Dean stopped.

A drunk man was half lying down on the stone road in the alley. There were two wine jars beside him, one of which was already empty. Throw it aside. The other was held in his arms by the drunkard. As the drunk stumbled up from the ground, he kept spilling liquor.

The thing that caught Dean's attention most was the long sword on the opponent's waist.

It's just that the outside of this long sword looks too simple, so simple to the point of unremarkable.

Even people who have seen it, most of them think this is a stick full of oil.

"Are you OK?"

The innocent girl asked subconsciously, and she was about to step forward to help each other, without taking into account the dirt and alcohol on her body.

However, this behavior was stopped by Dean.

The girl was taken aback. Then, as if thinking of something, his face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately hid behind Dean and stretched out his head to look at the drunk.

"Really a good girl with a simple mind, no wonder you picked six martial arts halls for her and killed a deacon of the martial arts league! If I met her instead, I would do the same!"

The drunk staggered and stood unsteadily, but the words were very clear, and the seemingly hazy eyes were also unusually clear under closer inspection. Without the slightest drunkenness.

The other party looked at Hong Ling's uncontrollable head, admiring it.

"It's a pity that you met her first... would you drink?"

The drunk shifted his gaze to Hong Ling. Put it on Dean.

"Yes, but no alcohol!"

Dean said.

"Able to drink? But not to drink? Interesting person, you must have not met a suitable drinker! Come, I toast you!"

The drunk man walked towards Dean with the wine jar with one hand, but with his free hand, he drew it into his arms and found a flat-bottomed sea bowl.

The wine from the jar was poured straight into the sea bowl.

It overflowed almost instantly.

"dry!"

As the drunk spoke, the wine bowl in his hand flew towards Dean.

The full bowl was spinning, but the liquor did not leak.

Dean frowned, the long sword was not unsheathed, and he was holding the scabbard under the rotating wine bowl.

Immediately, the rotating wine bowl stopped for a while, and then flew back abruptly.

At a faster rate than before.

The drunk obviously didn't expect this, so he had to take a step forward and raised his hand to grab the wine bowl.

However, just as the drunkard's palm was about to grasp the wine bowl, the seemingly rapid castration of the wine bowl fell straight from mid-air, as if there was an inexplicable suction on the ground.

Snapped!

The wine bowl was smashed straight and then on the slate ground. The drunk looked at the broken wine bowl in a daze, first startled, and then laughed straight.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Shouting constantly, setting the wine jar aside, the drunkard staggered and slammed into Dean's arms.

But this kind of impact stopped halfway through, and the opponent landed on one foot, brought a phantom with both hands, and enveloped Dean.

The shouts in his mouth did not mean to stop at all.

"Tianqu, Tanzhong, Dazhui, Guan Yuan..."

One after another acupuncture points that only existed in the white night popped out of the drunkard's mouth, and the opponent's hands were hitting these acupuncture points on Dean's body one after another.

It's just that Dean knocked and opened the acupuncture points on Dean's body before his palm.

After a full ten seconds, the drunk staggered back, shaking his numb hands hit by Dean's scabbard, and looking at Dean with more smiles.

"Good opponent!"

With that, he took another sip of wine.

"Good wine!"

The drunk shouted.

Then, he put down the wine jar again, and said to Dean in a very serious tone: "I want to go all out to play the sword, you don't need to keep your hands, I won't keep your hands, life and death will be safe. !"

"it is good!"

Dean headed, then motioned to Hong Ling to avoid.

Although the drunk in front of him didn't show any killing intent from beginning to end, Dean didn't think it was safe.

After all, accidents can happen at any time.

"Brother Mu, be careful!"

Hong Ling who walked to the side whispered.

Dean turned his head, did not speak, turned his head and looked at the drunkard.

The drunk still staggered and drew out the long sword from his waist, and when the opponent stabbed with a sword, the feeling of staggering not only did not decrease, on the contrary, it became more and more powerful.

The tip of the sword swayed left and right, shaking back and forth. There is no accurate head at all. But it happened to block all Dean's offensive and defensive routes.

No matter Dean draws his sword. Still retreating, will fall into the endless pursuit of the opponent.

And this is not the deadliest!

The most deadly thing was that in a shadow, a sword light burst out suddenly, piercing Dean's heart.

"'What are you guys doing?"

Seeing the sudden sword light, the drunk shouted angrily immediately.

At the same time, he quickly changed the direction of the long sword in his hand, with a burst of momentum. Stabbed at the sword light behind Dean.

However, the sword light seemed to have not seen the drunkard's long sword at all, and it still stabbed Dean regardless.

And Dean stood still and didn't seem to notice such a sword at all.

It's just that the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, forming a cold arc.

The palm of the sword's hilt suddenly tightened.

Cang!

The long sword came out of its sheath, and at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination, ǎn was on the blade of the drunkard, causing the other side to slam the blade of the sword light behind him.

But the long sword in Dean's hand speeded up again like a borrowed force, piercing the sword light behind him.

clang!

The sudden sword light behind him shattered straightly.

but. The long sword in Dean's hand did not stop, but increased the speed again. Submerge in the darkness.

puff!

In the darkness, a bright red appeared.

A figure faltered on the ground, and after hesitating for a few times, it stopped moving.

Dean flicked the blood from the blade and returned it to its sheath.

"Let's go!"

Dean said to Hongling, walking towards the Shuiyue Sword Hall non-stop.

"Oh!"

Hongling took another look at the drunk who was there in a daze, and followed Dean's footsteps without any memory.

Only the drunkard was left alone in the night breeze.

...

When the sky was completely dark, Split Eagle woke up from meditation.

Whenever it needs to face an all-out opponent, Split Eagle will conduct such meditation, not only to adjust its own state, but also to think about the strategy of dealing with the opponent.

At this moment, Cracking Eagle's mind was full of scars on the bodies of six martial arts museum masters, including the Tiger Sword Museum, the Storm Sword Museum, the Shenquan Museum, and the Chuanyun Sword Museum.

From the small wound, Split Eagle analyzed the moves of the opponent he was about to face.

"Not only is it fast, but also has considerable skills... weird and upright, once in the battlefield and assassins..."

Every bit of information about the opponent was analyzed by Split Eagle.

Whenever there is an additional message, Split Eagle's confidence becomes stronger.

When his confidence reached ten points, Split Eagle straightly picked up the long sword on his knees, stood up and walked out.

Ignore the noise around.

Ignore the crowd.

Cracking Eagle walked toward the alley where Shuiyue Sword Hall was located.

He had already returned to peace in his mind, only the fighting spirit brought by the sword in his hand was constantly rolling and rising, and the aura of his whole body became stronger and stronger.

It's like a hot red iron plate just taken out of the stove.

Bright and hot.

The crowd involuntarily gave way to Split Eagle, and subconsciously looked at this fearsome swordsman.

And this passage is like a cliff where an eagle spreads its wings and flies, making the aura on the cracked eagle's body more and more intense, and a breath of almost sharpness comes out.

Jian Qi!

Sharp and unparalleled sword spirit!

But this kind of sword qi stagnated suddenly.

Because Crack Eagle saw a guy he was quite familiar with at the entrance of the alley, who happened to be standing there stupidly.

The Wine Swordsman also saw Split Eagle, and he, who was also one of the three masters of Xia Yuancheng, would naturally not fail to know someone with his own reputation.

If in normal times, he would definitely pull the other party for a drink, but this time...

"We are defeated, we are completely defeated, I attacked frontally, and I was still defeated by the sudden attack of the chasing soul! I was bounced by a sword, and the chasing of the soul was killed by a sword...too much difference!"

Drunk Swordsman finished talking about this ~www.readwn.com~ and walked out of the alley in despair, even forgot to take his own wine jar.

At the last moment, the sword aura came out, and the confident Falcon was shocked.

then……

Snapped!

That very faith was completely broken.

ps second more~

Decadent means that you want to eat the Northeast big peel in the hot afternoon! !

So, I'm looking for a Northeast restaurant to have a big lift at night~

This chapter says regularly~~~

Thank you for the prodigal son wandering around the world, the reward of r0920200 from ǎn coins, the reward of 100 ǎn coins from the Dark Light, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the reward of 10 ǎn coins~~~ Decadence bow again and thank you for your support~~~( To be continued...)