beg for chivalry

Knowing that the sword is a soft sword, with a little force, the blade bends like a sea wave.This sword is most suitable for dealing with heavy armor, and the sword technique is erratic and silent, making it the most suitable for assassination.

There was not even a sound of piercing the air when the sword was swung, and it was drawn in front of the eyes in an instant.It is known that the sword has always had a saying of spring breeze and light rain. This is not only because the sword is soft and strong, but also because it is silent and can quietly put people to death.

The swords intersected several times, and each attack was more violent than the last one.Jin Wu slammed the soft sword with Tianyu's iron knife, who knew that the sword looked extremely tough, Qian Xian'er smiled treacherously, pressed the sword body, and slowly poked the tip of the sword towards him, it was about to pierce him In the neck!

The sword light was cold, and Qian Xian'er's eyes were also cold.The two moved slowly, each step seemed to be firmly wedged into the ground.The two of them competed, and after turning around for half a circle, Qian Xian'er whispered to Jin Wu: "...I believe in you."

A little cold sweat oozes from the Raksha ghost's forehead, and he forced a smile and said, "What do you believe in me?"

"I believe you are really the young master of the Golden Crow from Ningyuan Hou's Mansion, because Xiao Yuan once told me about you." Qian Xian'er said in a leisurely low voice, and was satisfied to see the golden black and green pupils shrinking suddenly, and the hand holding the knife slightly. Shaking for half a minute.He smiled coldly:

"But other people won't believe it. Even if you die today, you will die as a Rakshasa in black!"

After the words were finished, the sword of knowing each other stuck out like a snake letter.Jin Wu limped on one leg, and was not very flexible when dodging. In an instant, there were several cracks on the clothes.Seeing this sword technique, the people present couldn't help but gasp in admiration.

Mrs. Red Candle folded Kou Dan, looked at the two of them with great interest, and said, "Oh, this acquaintance sword is a bit different from Qian Laogui's. It is often said that sons inherit their father's career, but Qian Xiaogui is better than Qian Qian. Blue."

These words fell into Qian Xian'er's ears, making Qian Xian'er feel a little happier.He thought to himself, why is green out of blue and better than blue!Qian Laogui is an old lonely customer who often goes to Zuichun Garden, and he doesn't know which flower girl got out of it.The private prostitute wanted to poison him to death with aconite, but she didn't want to give birth to him who was deformed.

In the past ten years, Qian Xian'er has only tasted the scorching world, and has never been loved by her parents.This sword technique was also learned by Qian Laogui from the sword manual dug out of the Qian family's ancestral grave after his death.Since there is no one to teach them, it is only natural that they learn to be very different from the family.

"Look at the sword!"

Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, Qian Xian'er suddenly opened her eyes and shouted loudly.But instead of pulling out the sword, he suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked the Golden Crow fiercely.Jin Wu took a step back, Qian Xian'er pounced on him like a hungry tiger, as if she wanted to push him straight into the ground.

Raksha's hands were shaking, as if he had no strength.Qian Xianer's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the blood-oozing muslin hidden in his cuffs, wrapping his wrists layer by layer, and she sneered, "You just made a big talk, but now you can't even beat the little ones?"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Wu glanced at him coldly, and suddenly slashed out.This saber was like a thunderbolt, like a torrent, and it hit the Xiangzhi sword like a gust of wind and rain.Qian Xian'er could only hear the buzzing, and then let go of her hands, and saw a cold light flashing in front of her eyes, and the steel pieces turned into powder, like rain.Looking into his hand again, he was shocked to see that the edge of Xiangzhi's sword was completely broken, leaving only a bald gauntlet.

Rakshasa in black split his sword with a single blow!

All of a sudden, everyone held their breath, and Qian Xian'er was sweating coldly on her back.But the panic was only a momentary thing, and the bald head with a treacherous face changed into a calm expression in a blink of an eye.He turned around and took a step back, but still did not let go of the handle.

Strangely, the steel sheets that were supposed to splash and scatter were stagnant in the mid-air. If you look carefully, you can find thin threads intertwined in the air, spreading out a large net, faintly shining in the dim sunlight.

Qian Xian'er swung the handle, and the thin thread closed towards the Golden Crow following his movements, trapping him in the center like a spider's web.Jin Wu glanced at it, and immediately recognized that it was Yan Jiubian's silkworm thread. He had been the supporter of the ghost for a long time, and he was familiar with this man's method of manipulating the thread.

Evil people's ditch is really colluding with Houtianlou now, and they are in the same boat.Jinwu looked at Yan Jiubian who was sitting high beside him again, and saw that he was hanging his head beside Wu Wugong, his overlapping fingers were trembling slightly, and every iron ring on his fingers was entangled with silkworms that were difficult for ordinary people to distinguish. The threads are woven into a giant net in mid-air.

Qian Xian'er put on a smirk, and said, "Brother Luocha, I'm here to take your life!"

The celestial silkworm threads were attached to the fragments of the Xiangzhi sword, and they all rushed towards the Golden Crow like a gust of wind.The silver thread shone brightly, surrounding the two of them like a web of cobwebs.

The black-clothed Rakshasa just turned his wrist lightly, made a wrist-scissor, and then twisted the silkworm thread with the blade of his sword.

The figures of the two approached each other, and the Raksha ghost stepped in front of Qian Xian'er first, and said in a low voice, "Four or five years ago, I fought against your father."

Qian Xian'er's complexion changed, she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't have a father!"

"Yeah, you really lost your father." Raksha Ghost said, "Old Ghost Qian was killed by me. His acquaintance sword is more exquisite than yours, even sweeping the sword wide open and closed can't see his movements clearly. As for your strengths..."

Luo Sha smiled grimly, "It means that the strength is greater than that of an old man who has lost his yang energy after prostitution for a long time."

In an instant, the sharp blade danced together with the silkworm thread.The golden crow swung the silver thread on the blade of the wolf's head with a sweep of the clouds, pulling thousands of silver threads when it swung it, like a river tossing the sea, or a dragon coming out of the water.With a sudden leap, he kicked Qian Xian'er in the waist and abdomen, kicking him straight into the silkworm line.

This kick knocked Qian Xian'er out of his wits, he staggered and rolled back, then stopped in his tracks abruptly, not daring to move.At this time, his head, neck, hands, feet, and body were all dangerously attached to the silver thread, and if he moved even a little, he would be cut with blood and his flesh would be torn apart.

Qian Xian'er's face turned pale, she didn't expect that the line array she set up would end up hurting herself.He had heard rumors about Old Ghost Qian from Wan Shi Tong.On the night Houtianlou bloodbathed Qian's house in Zhongzhou, 52 authentic disciples and [-] house-break disciples died at the sword of Raksha ghost and his minions.When Old Ghost Qian died, he became a puddle of flesh, scattered in the misty wind and rain.

His useless father Qian Laogui was killed by the silkworm thread, and he might die like this.

The ice-like blade was stuck to his neck, and Jin Wu held the knife, looking at him with cold eyes.

"Wang Xiaoyuan also told me about you. He said that you are his good brother, although you don't seem to regard him as a brother." Jin Wu whispered, "So I let you go."

The Raksha ghost let go of the saber, Yan Jiubian quietly withdrew the silkworm thread in astonishment, Qian Xian'er knelt down, as if her bones had been pulled out of her body.No one in the treasure hall spoke, as if they were so shocked by this scene that their tongues were numb and unable to speak.

"Get out." Jin Wu waved the tip of the knife to the side, signaling him to leave, then turned his head to the tea boat and said, "Next."

From Qian Xian'er's attack to the end of this battle, it seems that there is only a few moments before and after.Although the new head of Erengou is a junior in the world, he is also a descendant of the well-known Qian family in Zhongzhou who knows each other well, but now he has been killed by this villain in several ways, which made everyone present shocked.The elders of Erengou looked resentful, but when their eyes touched the Tianyu Iron Knife, which suddenly appeared cold, they felt like a stick in their throats.

"What nonsense! How can this evil spirit be so reckless and arrogant?" Wu Wugong said angrily.

The leader of the Tunri Gang, Neng Daliang, and Mrs. Hongzhu looked at each other, stood up together, jumped up, and jumped in front of the black-clothed Rakshasa.Neng Daliang picked up the heavy pumpkin at hand and carried it on his shoulder.This vertical melon was cast from cooked copper, shiny golden, a pair of melon hammers weighed more than a hundred catties, as if it could break the top of a person's head with just a light rub.Mrs. Red Candle took off the silver flower cloak on her body, and with a slight swing, it seemed to be shaking like water waves, or dancing like an iron whip.

Neng Daliang scolded, "It's not yet the turn of the Martial Leader to teach you a lesson, let me beat you up for a round first, and teach you what the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

Mrs. Hongzhu covered her mouth with a smile, "Young Lord, the concubine was merciful when she made a move last time, but now she can't."

Jin Wu looked at the two of them, curled the corners of his mouth, "Two fight one, are you two considered righteous?" He thought for a while, then raised his hand and said, "Forget it, let's waste time one by one, together Let's go."

The words were only half spoken, but suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the air.

A shadow like a mountain fell on Jinwu's body, and Neng Liang roared wildly, and suddenly bounced his heavy body up.The gourd danced like a tiger whistling in the wind, and a pair of gourds went down the mountain like spots, turned over like a lion, and smashed at the Raksha ghost like a landslide.

This man has a majestic body, looks like a philistine, but he also has the ability to be the leader of a gang, so agile!Jin Wu was caught off guard, and quickly drew his knife to counteract it, but the stone bricks on the soles of his feet cracked in response to the wind.The pumpkin fell from the top of his head like an avalanche, as if it wanted to smash him into the ground.

Both arms were in severe pain, and the tiger's mouth burst open. Jin Wu looked at the blood snake winding down from his hand, and his face seemed a little pale again.Hard work has never been his forte, not to mention that he has been sick and weak for a long time now, so he is naturally not as capable as a fat and strong man.

Looking at the intersection of the pumpkin and the sword, Neng Daliang suddenly grinned and said with a sinister smile: "Hey, brat, your sword is cracked!"

Jin Wu suddenly smiled mockingly.Looking at him very close to Neng Liang, he saw the pair of blue pupils that were different from ordinary people, and felt a little chill in his heart.

The Raksha ghost laughed and said, "You have fat in your eyes, so you can't see anything clearly?"

Neng Daliang looked down and saw that it was not a sharp blade but a scabbard under the gourd, and he immediately became alarmed.He wanted to retreat, but the black-clothed Rakshasa was faster, and the other hand holding the knife came to his eyes in an instant, and the evil ghost changed the knife and sheath of the left and right hands in an instant.

Seeing that the cold front was about to hit his head, Neng Daliang was dripping with cold sweat, he shrank his neck and wanted to retreat.At this time, a drape shot straight from the sky, tightly encircling Jinwu's right hand.The tip of the knife stopped in front of Neng's big bridged nose, but the supple red cloak seemed to be made of iron, and he couldn't move it no matter what.

Ming Hongzhu threw out the silver flower cloak with one hand, and said with a smile on her face behind Jin Wu:

"Don't forget about my concubine, Mr. Xiao Lang."