Sword of Coming Chapter 331

The two sides confronted each other, but the Yao family iron ride was replaced by a Chen Ping who fell from the sky.

Jian Xiu whispered that he was not in a hurry. The name "扈从" will endure the temper, the toes licking the mud, and bored.

The middle-aged sword repair, wearing plain white linen, a disparity in the strength of the killing, so that he did not contaminate a little blood.

The man looks handsome, but his eyes are narrow and his lips are thin, making the whole person's temperament slightly mean. He didn't have a sword, a flying sword, and a swordsman. He was so long when he killed the enemy. If there was a fire dragon, the knife and gun of the Yaojia iron ride could not stop it. Cut the tofu by knife.

The squatting man standing beside him is a burly and pure martial artist, wearing a goddess of the goddess, which is commonly known as the nectar of the mountain.

Chen Pingan is no stranger to this type of martial art. He once peeled off the next one from the ancient sect of the country. Later, he bought a piece of broken nectar with a high rank in the hanging hill. The repairs are as new as they are, but there has been no chance to wear them. After all, Chen Ping's golden robes are even more rare.

The two cooperated with each other, and the sword repaired the fate of the sword to kill the enemy. Wufu guarded the sword on the side of the sword, preventing the Yao family from riding the net of the fish, helping the sword to repair the sword, and helping the sword to cover those hands-- or the bow. Arrows, several times the arrows came from the angle, the angle of the diamond, this pure Wufu simply blocked the path of the arrows with the body, and finally only on the surface of the snow white nectar, splashing a little spark, this point The loss of the aura of storage, I am afraid not to spend a snowflake money, and the other party often has to pay a price of fresh vitality.

Yamazawa's wild repairs, the most like the rich and the dangerous, in the first chance, they dare to take risks, those who suddenly found and excavated the ancient real people Mao, Xianjiafu, Dongtianfu, the size of the secret, once appeared in the world, inevitably There are wild repairs swarming away, in order to compete for a magic weapon, playing both sides of the brain, splashing, what? It is not to get the pleasure of crushing others, or to rely on the weapon of the gods to kill people, or to rely on the magic weapon of the body, the invulnerability of the sword, the law does not invade, let the opponents despair.

Jian Xiu walked on the battlefield, a flying sword, a square within a hundred feet, Jianguang as a rainbow, a strip of bright red and gray.

Wu Fu follows the shape and closely guards the middle-aged sword repair in all directions.

The middle-aged sword repairer, like his sword, is crisp and neat, and does not do anything extra.

But the burly martial arts is different, and the temperament is violent, and you can't let go of the iron ride, and the killing is not enough. So every time the sword repairs the Yao family, it falls on the horseback, whether it is on the spot, or As long as the two people traveled on the route, he would be trampled on his head, or stepped on the chest of the concave rider, and the flesh and blood and the broken armor were mixed together, which was terrible.

Falling in the sky?

The middle-aged sword repaired the road and stopped the road. He asked with a smile on the first floor: "Is it the new offering of Liu Quan of Daquan?"

Tongyezhou, the mountains and rivers are more and more obstructed. According to the book of the gods, compared with Baojuan, there are more than ten different sounds and different customs. Therefore, the upper echelons of various countries are often proficient in Tong Yezhou's elegant words, especially the officials of the Ministry of Education.

That burly Wufu did not have a good air: "Mr. what to do with this, directly killing is, but it is a Wufu below seven, such a young martial arts genius, killing more happy."

Sword Xiu laughed and said: "There is a big fish out of thin air. Isn't it right?"

Although Jian Xiu stopped to talk to Chen Pingan, the sword of Jian Xiu hovered at the forefront of the Yao family's escape direction.

This pursuit, in addition to the previous two people sneak attack, thrilled to kill the Yao Jiatie riding the monk, after the sword repair has been driving the flying sword, first kill the most peripheral Yaojia iron ride, the first breakout people die first, This is his game rules.

The old man wearing a armor is no different from the surrounding horses. It should be the side of the Daquan dynasty. He is holding the abdomen and the blood is between the fingers. Although the situation is desolate, the old man always looks at himself and there is no sorrow. . Even if he squats and protects him, the death and injury are heavy, and he is very good, and he has not returned to his hometown, and he has not even died in a fierce battle, but died in this dirty temple.

The old man was embarrassed and sad in the depths of his eyes, but there was no one on his face.

For several decades, Hummer's career has been accustomed to life and death, and to the fact that he is not a soldier, the old general who is on the southern border is calm and abnormal.

There are more than a hundred Yao family iron riders, who are guarding the elderly, and they are not as comfortable as the assassin.

Yao's rule is strict.

For example, Yao's children, regardless of their embarrassment, have been familiar with them when they were young. After the age of fifteen, they must all join the army and join the army. They all started from the bottom scouts. Yao's men died in the border wars and countless.

As a result, Yao's widow's claims have spread throughout several countries.

Chen Pingan did not turn to look at the cavalry, but asked the old general a strange question. "The general's surname Yao? Zu has a relationship with Yao of the Dagu dynasty in the north of Baopingzhou?"

The old man frowned, "Dayu Dynasty? I have never heard of it."

The old general hesitated a little. "But my ancestors of the Daquan Yao family did come from Baoliangzhou, but wherever the ancestors were ignorant of it, when they wrote their genealogy, they only mentioned the origin of Longyao and the hometown of some hometowns. Human sentiment. And it is clear that the descendants of future generations are not allowed to go to Baojuzhou to visit the ancestors."

Chen Pingan asked again: "Where did the general's ancestors mention the name of the street, or... a large willow tree with a tree?"

Although the old man wants to nod, he may be able to climb up with this stranger, maybe he can win a glimmer of life, but the straightforward and straightforward nature of the light, can not help but he does this, and it involves the ancestors of the ancestors, where the future generations are good and chaotic, Shen Sheng : "I didn't say anything about the streets and there are no willows. I only said that the hometown's scented flowers have a good taste. I have passed down from generation to generation. I have a thousand-year-old ancestors in the Daquan Yao's ancestral home."

Chen Pingan turned his head and nodded to the old man with a smile. "Understood."

The old man is more and more confused, what do you know about this child?

Jian Xiu seems to be waiting for news. The corner of his eye has been erratic. As if he got the answer he wanted, he joked: "You two are pulling home, have you finished talking? After we finish talking, we will do business."

Chen Pingan held his hands on the hilt and the snow handle, and asked: "Is anyone spending money to buy a murderer - killing? Do you collect money for disaster relief?"

The middle-aged sword repaired his face and said helplessly: "You have a lot of words."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Uncommon, you just happened to run into it."

In the middle of the Yao family iron ride, there is a young rider who is similar to the face of the old general. Look at the swordsman who is murderous and murderous, such as cutting wheat. Then look at the young man with white robes and two sleeves, and the juvenile side. The army's brain is not enough.

A young sergeant who was separated from the old general by two generations, finally had the opportunity to take a breather and say a few words with the lord. He could only escape all the way before, watching a robes die under the flying sword. It is really a wolverine. Unbearable, this young and old-fashioned prince, the face was cut by a sword and a flying sword, and the skin was smashed, very miserable, but the young man did not care, just whispered: "General, with the sword of the monk The Feijian Shentong that was exposed in the exhibition should not let us release the signal to Sanye and Jiu Niang."

The old man kept staring at the back of the Ranger and heard the question of his close confidant. He sneered: "We are both a target and a bait."

The young rider will obviously be the shackles of Yao's iron ride. He knows many sidemen and the inside of the imperial court. He carefully said: “So before the imperial court, we secretly seconded most of our military monks to participate in the battle between Jinyinfujun and Songzhen Lake?”

The old general whispered in a low voice: "This is also a conspiracy of the people behind the scenes. It can not only make the southern enemy consume the vitality, but also lay a foundation for our attack. This is by no means a sloppy Markov can do. ......"

Chen Pingan turned and asked: "Dare to ask General Yao, why are they being chased by these two people?"

The old man smiled and said: "It may be a grudge in the sand."

The conspiracy involved some secret scandals in the Daquan Chaotang, and the elderly certainly did not want to say more.

The Yao family side army has always been loyal to the emperors of the past dynasties, away from the temple disputes. Whoever is the emperor will take orders from others and will not mix any storms.

But in the last decade, there has been a helpless accident.

According to the rules of the ancestral training, Yao's woman, but not only married the wealthy family, only married and married with local scholars.

However, the young daughter of the old man, with a young man who traveled to the border at that time, loved at first sight, the man also had good character and good academics. The two also fought side by side and were born and died. It should have been a good thing to tie in and become an enviable fairy monk. It was only the old man who kept the house rules at the time and disagreed with this matter. His daughter was not a Yao woman. She silently accepted the love of this love, wrote a letter of dear to the man, and never thought of the first-class family of the Daquan dynasty. Even when I came to the border again, the snowy day, the eldest son of the celestial priest, the prince of the celestial priest, spent a day and night outside the Yao's ancestral hall. The Yao family went up and down, and they were all moved. Finally, there was no reason to break up the confrontation. I promised my daughter to marry him, but no one in the old age went to Beijing to attend the wedding reception. After that, his daughter also went back to her family once.

The old man and the relatives who are highly weighted and in charge of the promotion of the world's official residence are even more unrelated.

Even so, "not close to human feelings", still can not understand the fact that the woman surnamed Yao.

It was just an exception. Ten years later, it brought the hidden danger of family destruction.

First, the old master of the last year's old master, the singular Markov who was killed by the temple, secretly accused the sergeant, smashed the impeachment, and the Emperor's sorrowful book was stunned by Longyan's wrath, and he was scared to return home. Immediately, I rushed to write a letter, and I quickly wrote a letter. The wording is bleak. "The body is weak and squatting. It is still not as good as a child. The teeth are nothing but three or two, and the word 'sweet' has not been for a long time." .

The Emperor's majesty was not allowed, but the momentum of the old book in the coffin fell to the bottom.

Only this time, apart from the deep-rooted party struggle, the real troubles still involve the Chu Jun, and the capital has a lot of unruly foreigners, who are in the temple and want to help. Interestingly, the three emperors are all outstanding. They are good at each and are placed in any dynasty in Daquan. They are undoubtedly candidates for the prince.

The ups and downs of the officials of the capital city, the east and west of the generals of the side of the squadron, make people dizzying.

Even Yao, who is far away from the southern border, has no way to stay out of the way. The undercurrent of the Daquan dynasty has been surging in recent years. It is dangerous and imaginable.

Sword repair is only a moment.

The sword that hovered over the outer corner of the Yao family iron ride, swept past the middle of the horse team. Fortunately, in the middle age sword repair, in order to pursue the ultimate speed, he chose the fastest route without obstacles on the road, otherwise I am afraid that this sword To pierce several heads.

Chen Pingan pushed the sword out of the sheath, and the **** together became a sword, driving the sinus zizhi, the fan of the family's bottom, and resisting the Jianjian Feijian from the back.

The middle-aged sword repairs a sinking heart, the younger uninvited guest, not only a swordsman, the sword can actually block his own flying sword "light candle"? Is it difficult to be a magic weapon that is hidden? Otherwise, the edge of the lamp, the so-called **** weapon on the rivers and lakes, can not withstand the blow of the flying sword lights, but the sword seems to have not even broken a gap.

The burly has some schadenfreudes, "Sir, are you still in a hurry?"

Middle-aged sword repair did not anger, smiled and said: "Try this person, I will play with him for a while, I have the ability to protect myself."

"So great!"

The pure Wufu wearing a nectar, laughing and laughing, stepping on a pothole, rushing forward, facing the young man, five or six feet outside, punching, punching, suffocating bowl thickness.

After Chen Ping's hand was handed down, he was shrunk in the sleeves. When he was driving the infatuation and defending the Jianjian Feijian again and again, he raised his arm and greeted the fist with his palm.

Five fingers and one catch.

The boxing was actually crushed directly by Chen Ping.

The burly laughed from the haha, but there was no panic, this is a tentative punch, and the five successes are not. "Mr., the road is not too shallow! As for how deep it is..."

A man with a snow-white armor snorted and suddenly accelerated. Before the blink of an eye, he came to Chen Ping's front, and his right hand suddenly slammed his arm. When the fist was handed out, it was as fast as a punch. The entire right shoulder of the burly man has a white brilliance.

Silently.

Still with the palm of his hand, he blocked the punch of the armored man.

The assassin's eyes showed a hint of incomprehensibility.

Although doubts, but there is no mistake to raise the foot of a hot knee, Wufu fight, especially the battle of masters, while thinking of a sharp turn, each shot must be instinctive, even faster than "mind and thought", This is really a good time to enter the room.

The hand behind Chen Ping left the sleeve and gently patted the knee from the knee, making him lean forward and then an elbow in the chest.

The burly Wufu, who was wearing the goddess of Ganlu, was kicked backwards by an elbow.

Only that punch was still held in the palm of his hand by Chen Ping, so he was slammed back, and Chen Ping's fist slammed on the nectar of the man's heart.

The burly man slammed out and fell on the ground a dozen feet away.

It's just a soldier's pill, the injury is very light, but the body's air machine oscillates more, and the corner of the mouth sees out a trace of blood.

When the palm of the hand patted the ground, the man got up again, spit out a spit with bloodshot eyes, grinned and sighed, blaming: "Sir, is this guy of his mother a swordsman or a martial artist?"

The middle-aged sword repair stood behind him, smiling and playing. "You still don't want a martial arts genius to have both?"

The man took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Wei Wei on the top of the hill. His mood was no longer easy. He said to Jian Jian: "That kid is really damn. Sir, you haven't played enough, let's not have a ditch. In the boat, this guy is not alone."

Jianxiu nodded. "The incense of Daquan Liu and Yao Laoer should be like this. If so, you can start the net."

Jian Xiu whistled and was extremely sharp.

After a while, the sword repaired to the side and rushed to the side, a beckoning hand, the life of the flying sword no longer entangled the young swordsman, from the real to the virtual, did not enter his chest, such as the fish line into the deep pool, not seen, the life Feijian returned to the acupoints to raise the temperature.

After being smashed, Wu Fu, who was wearing a dew, began to follow the sword to escape.

Although Chen Ping'an did not know why the two assassins left, he did not stop.

After the robbery, Yao Jiatie riding in the rest of his life was even in the dark.

The old general weighed and turned over, and ordered the young rider who helped him around him: "Send a squad to go out to investigate, and the rest will rest on the spot."

The five squadrons scouted like a net, and the horses swam away in all directions.

Chen Pingan slowly moved to Wei Wei and the money.

General Yao's generals stopped talking and finally did not say anything. They wanted to say thank you. They just wanted to open their mouths. They just pulled the abdominal wounds and had to shut up, but in the direction of the young man, they were holding a fist and they were silent. .

The other party is able to take a defiant shot and stop the two assassins who are steadfast in their own efforts, and they have already done their best. The old man can not ask for the size of the face.

After half a musk, a cavalry galloped, except for a dozen of Yao's sidemen who were covered in blood, more than 20 strange faces, not the eyes of the gods, the skin of the jade Shishi, the majestic martial arts master, these people are staring at the moon, tightly guarding a man wearing a robes, this person is about 30 years old, face like a crown jade, apparently the master of these masters.

Near the Yaojiabian army where the old man is located, this man swings his hand and quickly rides the team apart. The man rides alone, takes the lead, stops and stops, and laughs loudly: "General Yao, I am fortunate that I did not come late. ”

The old general was about to get up and answer. The man had already turned over and pulled the whip and waved. "The old general is hurt and there is no need for more gifts."

The old man is still determined to get up and meet.

He stepped up and walked straight to the front of the old man. He whispered: "This is a disaster for Yao. In the final analysis, it is because of me and Li Xiling. This time, since I am at the border, there is no reason to stand by and hope that the old general understands. If it is not urgent, I will never show up."

The old general shifted the subject, Shen Sheng said: "The power of His Royal Highness, you can easily risk."

The man smiled and said: "General Yao is a general of the South, and I am a high-ranking official of Daquan. I was born and died for decades. Is it worthless?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness!"

The man waved his hand and smiled and said: "Come on, come and do it, the lessons of General Yao, I have heard it. Can you go home? These assassins may not have no backhand."

The old general smiled helplessly and said: "All by the Highness."

The man suddenly pointed the whip in his hand to the opposite hillside. "What is the person?"

The old man explained: "If they didn't delay the time, I couldn't hold it for a while. Some of the Mohist Rangers' styles, the Highness did not have to think about it, and the waters met, we don't have to add a snake."

The man nodded.

He suddenly slammed his head, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the stopper, suddenly filled with aroma, poured out a dark green Dan pill in the palm of his hand, handed it to the old man, "This is the secret medicine secret in the palace. The old general can swallow it."

The old man did not suspect him, and thanked the imperial court, and he threw it into his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it.

The man smiled more and he helped the old man personally and walked towards a carriage he brought.

At the top of the hillside, Chen Pingan watched them leave.

He took out the arsenal of the arsenal and handed it to Wei Wei, who did not take over immediately.

Chen Pingan explained: "This is the arsenal of the arsenal, the name of the gods, the singer, the infuriating, the body can be draped with armor, similar to the previous martial arts, can resist the sword and the technique. Unless it is disposable Penetrating the armor, or repeatedly beating a certain place, in general, before the aura is exhausted, it is the amulet. Dealing with Jian Xiu's life flying sword, it is very effective."

The rank of Pill is high, and it is often linked directly to the storage of aura.

So roughly three, by the mountain play called water armor, pond A, Great Lake A.

The gods are exposed to the A, ranking third, almost all of the water armor, but this piece of the hanging mountain Lingzhi Zhai is very special, it is very likely to be a ancestral armor, that is, the earliest nectar A, carefully crafted for the masters of the military, can be described as a cold door.

Wei Wei pushed back Chen Ping's hand and smiled: "Nothing is unreliable, I have made a success in returning, and I will not be late."

Chen Pingan smiled and put away.

Looking at the money, I look forward to it: "He doesn't want to, send me?"

Chen Ping did not care about her.

After that, the three-way route was not in the same direction as the Yao family iron ride. They rushed to the border town of the faintly visible silhouette.

On the road, Wei Wei said a lot more difficult.

Asked three questions in one breath.

"The son wants to be the moral saint, ask for three immortal?"

Chen Pingan and Junjun couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: "Of course not."

If there is such aspiration, Chen Pingan had already recognized Wen Sheng Lao Xiu as a gentleman. In particular, the trip to Tongyezhou made Chen Pingan more and more determined.

Wei Wei asked again, "Is that son wanting to gain the general trend and fight for the king?"

Chen Pingan laughed and pointed at himself, "I am?"

Wei Wei finally asked, "That is to be independent and prosperous."

Chen Pingan asked: "What do you ask for?"

Wei Wei is silent.

Chen Pingan is not willing to say anything more, and the three people are silent.

Chapter end