Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Under the bamboo hat, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at them. I don't know if it was because of the rain that made them feel cold all over.

"You leave now, I won't kill you."

The words have been spoken.

The commoner swordsman's expression became cold, and the scars on his face were wrinkled, quite ferocious.

"Your Excellency really think that you alone can be the three of us?"

"Ah···"

The coir raincoat man let out a sigh: "Can't we talk?"

"Huh!" It was the bamboo pole in the boatman's hand that responded to her.

The long pole hovered, causing the raindrops to scatter, and the energy visible to the naked eye surged on the two-meter-long bamboo pole, twisting in the rain like a snake's body.

But in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed to the front of the coir raincoat, and the strong wind blew up her bamboo hat slightly, revealing her calm expression below.

Behind the bamboo pole was a long sword. The sword of the commoner swordsman hummed and flew out of the scabbard.

The sword cut through the rain, cutting the drop in two.

The bamboo pole was about to touch the man's throat, and the sword had already pierced her coir raincoat.

Only the coir raincoat has moved.

Putting his hand on the sword at his waist, the "black stick" was pulled out, and the light of the sword suddenly made people feel cold.

When the light and shadow disappeared, the man in coir raincoat was already standing behind the boatman and the cloth swordsman, with his sword drawn.

The bamboo pole in the boatman's hand broke into two pieces, and the other piece was thrown high into the air, turned a few times in mid-air, and stuck in the soil beside it.

His throat was cut open, blood splashed all over the floor, and was still flowing out, his expression was incredulous, a mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The face of the commoner swordsman was covered with drops of water, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

The clothes on the chest were torn apart, and a faint line of blood appeared on the skin inside.

His sword was slower than the boatman's bamboo pole for a moment, saving his life.

If he had to describe the sword of the man in coir raincoat just now, there would be only one word, quick.It was so fast that the boatman couldn't see it, and neither could he.

They all only saw the man in coir raincoat draw out his sword, and then heard the sound of withdrawing the sword.

The sword light flashed through the scabbard of the Wuge black sword, and he was in it for only a moment, and at that moment, it seemed that the world was darkened, leaving only the sword light.

"Clang." The swordsman's sword fell, and he sat slumped in the muddy water, panting heavily.

The old man among the three did not make a move until he saw the sword of the man in coir raincoat, the smile on his face faded, and he stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Sir, do you really want to block us?" The old man looked at the coir raincoat, and when the wind blew by, he saw the white robe under the coir raincoat.

Careful in the eyes.

"The old man may recognize you."

"Oh?" The man in coir raincoat turned to look at him, "Why?"

"Dai Mian travels, swordsmanship is unparalleled, among the people of Qin, there should be only one person."

Speaking of this, the old man lightly possessed himself: "The old man has seen the general who fell into battle."

"Well, it's me." The man in coir raincoat nodded as a acknowledgment, and asked again: "Then can you leave?"

"No, let the old man have a try."

The figure of the old man disappeared in the blink of an eye.

An invisible figure stood in front of him, pulling out a dagger in his hand.

The old man's speed is also very fast.

A drop of rain fell from between the two, and the transparent water droplets reflected the figures of the two.

Time is like a freeze frame.

The next moment, the man in coir raincoat disappeared into the rain.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across the old man's stern eyes.

Then he leaned back, a wound pierced through his upper body, blood splashed, as if the rain had been dyed into red ashes.

"boom!"

Seeing the death of the old man, the commoner swordsman was terrified in his eyes, couldn't bear it any longer, like a madman, ran away screaming, and jumped into the Weishui.

"No. 30 one, 32, 33 people."

Gu Nan put away his sword, straightened the bamboo hat on his head, never looked back, and walked away step by step with the Wuge long sword on his waist.

Chapter 1: If I forget, no one will remember

Quite a lively stall.

There were quite a few guests, they got together in twos and threes, talking to each other about the rumors of the troubles in the city recently.

"Boss, get two bowls of bean rice and hot vegetables."

A guest with a sword greeted him and sat down, only to hear the householder in the small stall let out a hey, and started to cook the food.

The guest put the sword on the table casually, and the guests around looked at the table and avoided it secretly.

Not long after, another person came in wearing a khaki-colored sackcloth, and sat down beside the guest with the sword without looking for anyone else.

The two sat opposite each other, and no one spoke at first. The man with the sword cupped his hands after he was sure that there was nothing unusual about next week's guests.

"Thank you brother for taking care of me, otherwise it would be really difficult to enter Xianyang City now, if my brother succeeds this time, I will definitely repay you."

The man in sackcloth glanced at him and lowered his voice.

"Brother, what is the reason you came to Xianyang City, can you explain it to me? I can also give you some news."

The man with the sword paused, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered.

"Brother, have you read the news on Taoism recently?"

"News from the road?"