Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

"The Wuliang Sword Technique is really as famous as it is said to be, it is profound and unfathomable... and that kid, his boxing skills are fierce, and he also has the sword skills hidden in his body. It seems that his master is not simple..."

On the eaves more than ten feet away from the battle site, the soul officer Zhong Feili was like a cloud of mist, hidden in the darkness.

But his eyes were exceptionally bright, and he saw the fight between the several people clearly.

Not only did he record the fight between the several people, but he also described some of the moves of the Wuliang Sword Technique in a very freehand manner.

Each of the stick figures, holding a long sword and waving it, was full of vigor and vitality, and seemed to jump out of the paper.

"These two people are quite powerful, and the martial arts they use are also advanced. Obviously, they have another powerful master. They may not be here to become disciples, but they probably have other purposes."

Zhong Feili's mind was spinning rapidly, and he guessed the general situation almost exactly.

However, he did not forget the real mission of this trip.

Zhong Feili's thoughtful eyes suddenly crossed the distance and fell on Baili Dongjun who was recovering from breathing.

"This young master is really lucky. He has so many people protecting him even before he entered Tianqi City."

"And where is the most critical person?"

Zhong Feili looked around and still couldn't make a judgment.

Baili Dongjun, as the young master of Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion, has an unusual identity. When he came to Tianqi City, which is full of dangers, he naturally had shadow guards following him.

This is not uncommon among princes and nobles.

It is not uncommon in Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion.

Especially Baili Dongjun, he is the only grandson of the old marquis.

Where... will he be?

The elder brother of the murderer Wang Litian must also be a master.

Otherwise, Zhong Feili would have discovered the other party's trace long ago.

"He is really patient. It seems... it is not a life-and-death moment yet."

Zhong Feili sighed lightly and his eyes flashed.

At the same time, he looked at another figure.

Yin Luoxia stood up suddenly, her purple dress fluttering, and then flashed to the front.

"Now, it's four against two!"

Yin Luoxia's voice was very pleasant, like the sound of a spring.

But at this moment, the chill in that voice was clearly felt by the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis who were ten feet away.

"Trouble~"

A trace of ugliness flashed across the face of the Purple-robed Marquis, and the waving fan suddenly stopped.

Although Yin Luoxia's strength was a little worse, she was in her prime.

With Wang Yixing and Ye Dingzhi staring at them, and Sikong Changfeng, the crazy gunman who didn't care about his life, they were afraid that they would be defeated here.

At this time, Baili Dongjun also opened his eyes, regulating his breath, and spoke easily.

"If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave later."

He quickly recovered his true energy, and new power continued to surge in his body, like a mountain spring, which would keep flowing out as long as it was accumulated for a period of time.

The eyes of the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis darkened, and it was obvious that Baili Dongjun was about to recover to his peak state.

Fight or retreat?

The two of them exchanged implicit glances.

Suddenly, the White-haired Immortal's ears moved slightly, and then a relaxed smile appeared on his face, and he relaxed.

"Kill!"

The two shouted loudly, and their true energy surged again, and they took the initiative to kill Wang Yi and others.

The dangerous sword light slashed down quickly, one sword after another, and soon came from all directions.

In the hand of the Purple-robed Marquis, a folding fan emitted a clear light, and countless wind blades shot out between opening and closing.

It even wrapped up a gust of wind, causing the surrounding gravel and dust to fly in the sky, blocking the nearby vision.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

Wang Yihang put away his laziness, and his whole body was solemn and serious. He immediately put his fingers together and quickly slashed on the peach wood sword.

The peach wood sword immediately emitted a strong edge, and the red light flowed, like a burning fire.

"Lihuo Tian Jue, the thirteenth style - the wrath of the red bird!"

Wang Yihang flipped his fingers, quickly pinched the formula, and made a series of marks.

The peach wood sword flew into the air and began to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, making a trembling sound.

Li~

A high-pitched cry pierced through the clouds.

Then a fiery red and red-feathered red bird phantom crossed the sky and swooped down.

The momentum was magnificent and the flames were raging.

Boom!

Wherever he passed along the way, it seemed that even the void was burned and trembled by the flames, causing the four directions to buzz non-stop.

Between heaven and earth, there was nothing else.

Only the blazing flames were surging, like a sea of ​​fire descending, surging.

Puff~ Puff~

Two figures flew backwards in the collision, spilling blood in the air.

Just as they were about to fall heavily to the ground, a sigh sounded in the air.

Then a figure appeared like a ghost.

With just a wave of his sleeves, a force emerged and gently caught the two people."You two take a rest first, I'll take care of them."

The man patted the two men on the shoulders, and each of them sent out a force to help the two men heal their wounds.

Then he took a step, passed between the two men, and faced the crowd alone.

The raging flames rushed towards him, and the remaining power was still there.

The surging heat waves could roast a person's skin.

But this man was not in a hurry, and one of his hands behind his back slowly stretched out.

The fingers were slender, soft and delicate, like cold jade turning white.

And in that hand, he held a thick judge's pen.

Shua~

The judge's pen was swung straight up to the sky, and a few strokes fell.

The sound of water flowing "splashing" sounded in my ears.

The word was "water".

But the word had disappeared, and a winding river appeared.

The sound of rushing water came clearly, as if a real river was rushing down from the sky.

It collided with the phantom of the Vermillion Bird that was about to dissipate.

Boom~

A muffled thunder-like sound rang out in the sky.

The surrounding heat dissipated, and a slight coolness came instead.

In the sky, a few drops of rain fell.

However, it was limited to this area.

Because this rain was also transformed by martial arts.

"Hand over Baili Dongjun, and you can leave."

The man did not rush to act, but smiled lightly and spoke with a deep look in his eyes.

Wang Yihang's face turned a little pale, and the move just now caused him great damage.

Ye Dingzhi wanted to reply, but a hand reached out from behind.

"Who are you? Why do you have to take me away!"

Baili Dongjun squeezed forward, his tone was slightly heavy, and his face was very ugly.

These people are too persistent, from a few years ago to now, from Chaisang City to Tianqi City.

They have been following him like shadows.

This feeling is not good.

Baili Dongjun naturally didn't like it.

"You can try to guess, what if you guess right!"

Zhong Feili chuckled, his words full of teasing.

"Look at you, it seems that you are not going to give up!"

Zhong Feili tilted his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Then he can only do it himself,

The one in the dark should also appear.

Swish~

Zhong Feili's face changed immediately, his eyes became sharp and intimidating, and he did it as soon as he said.

The judge's pen swung violently, and a large piece of ink flew out.

"It's the tomb language cursive script, everyone be careful."

Wang Yixing reminded in a low voice that he had read some records in the Classics Pavilion.

This tomb language cursive script is wild and unrestrained, the most changeable and flexible, and very powerful.