Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 136: Nothing to think

Seeing Meng Luogong’s awe-inspiring scolding, Pei Ziyun said that he really secretly admired: "Since ancient times, all the heroes have been righteous and awe-inspiring."

"Only gangsters and thieves recognize themselves as villains."

"Ahem!" At this moment, Shen Wanlin stood up: "Uncle, you have raised me for so many years. I am worried that my parents will end up in the past. I learned a little bit of knife for self-defense, but I didn't expect to use it today."

"Go to death!" At this moment, a little further away on the battlefield, one person waved his arm, shooting with hidden weapons.

Pei Ziyun fumbled downward and turned into a dazzling streamer on the ground. All the hidden weapons hit the air. The sharp light of the breaking wind flashed, and his right hand was cut off. Then there was a sound of "sand" cutting off half of his neck, and the figure flashed. The movement is hard to distinguish the entity, and the ringing of gold and iron is deafening.

The light of the sword and the sword was suddenly gathered, and the figures were separated. Six people were lying on the ground, and even one of them had a sword on the ventral side, spewing out a lot of internal organs, and screaming on the ground.

Pei Ziyun panted slightly and looked down, and saw a two-inch-long gap on the outer side of his left arm. This knife, if it was half an inch lower...

Pei Ziyun stepped, his sword hand stepped back again and again, with a look of fear on his face.

"Meng Luogong, today is your time of death." At Shen Wanlin's obstacle, Pei Ziyun had already smashed the crowd, and walked towards him slowly, with a palpable light on his sword.

"This is the Yuanshen Imperial Sword?" Shen Zhen took advantage of the gap and swallowed a few pills. His face was slightly better, and he thought to himself when he looked at this strange situation.

This is the highest faculty of the Shen family's Ming Tu. Shen Zhen originally thought that he could be invincible, but listening to them at this time, it turned out that it was Taoism, which seemed not too rare, and he couldn't help but clenched the knife.

"Who are you, I don't think I have hatred with you, why should I be an enemy." Meng Luogong asked, his face terrified, this man is superior in martial arts, and is better than himself.

"Puff!" Pei Ziyun didn't say a word. It was just a sword. Meng Luogong saw this familiar move, which was the same sword, one sword and two swords, two almost the same arc.

After a sound, Meng Luogong backed back again and again, a strand of hair fell, and his head was chopped off, and a force struck, his face turned blue, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and a familiar feeling was born. The long-lost fear hits my heart. This fear has not been there for many years. More than 20 years ago, he was injured and almost died. He hid his head and shrank his tail, did not dare to show his face, struggled to recover, and later painstakingly sent his sister. When I arrived at Shen's house, I haven't encountered this kind of fear ever since.

Now tasting this long-lost fear, both the old and new wounds are hurting at the same time-this "pain" is the unbearable taste, he hissed: "What kind of Taoism are you?"

"This is not Dao Fa, it is the ninth and tenth levels of rigidity and softness. It seems that Xie Chengdong didn't teach you." Pei Ziyun was about to pounce on it, and several swordsmen pounced on it.

"Kill!" After taking the pill, Shen Zhen, who was gasping, jumped up, his eyes were full of intent to kill, the blade flashed, and one person screamed and fell to the ground.

"You block me!" Meng Luogong shouted. This immortal disciple who came from nowhere has no chance of winning at this time. He has to leave first, and then think of a way, or to the son Ask for help.

This thought, Meng Luogong went straight out of the temple.

Pei Ziyun killed him, Shen Zhen also clutched his wounds, Shen Wanlin let out a tender cry, Shen Zhen looked back, Shen Wanlin's eyes were hateful at this time, and he also killed while holding a knife.

Several people rushed at extremely fast, the long knives flashed, shooting out a fierce light, these swordsmen seemed to be a little bit of Shen's sword technique, but they didn't pass the essence.

These swordsmen are extremely fierce to the outside, but they are full of flaws for those who are proficient in the Shen family's swordsmanship. Blood is sprayed everywhere under the light of the knife, and as the blood is splashed, there are various limbs. .

The blood fell on the hands, feet, and head, with clanging sounds from time to time. There was originally a piece of water accumulated in the open space in front of the temple. In less than a minute, the water was stained red, and it was less than three minutes at most. Most of it has turned into blood, extremely thick, glowing with a strange red under the gleam of the stars and moon.

"Puff!" The last knife fell to the ground, the wound in his throat ripped open, blood spurted.

"Oh!" Then there was a vomiting sound. The two looked back and saw that Shen Wanlin stuck a knife on the ground. The whole person was vomiting. There were two swordsmen lying in front of her. Lin was killed.

"In my previous life, I have never heard that Shen Wanlin still knows martial arts, oh, no wonder, there are assassins attacked and killed, Shen Wanlin can survive the wedding, so he knows how to use swords." Pei Ziyun came to understand.

Seeing fleeing to Mengluo Gong, I was surprised. This man was vicious and vicious. He once decisively attacked his closest relatives in order to seize the Ming and Eight Qing plans. For the sake of the front line, he could endure for more than ten years, but he was a bad reputation. Designed a nephew, followed by dozens of people besieged and killed, one missed, there was a life-and-death crisis and fled immediately. Such a person, if he participates in the battle for the dragon in troubled times, is qualified to become a star, it is no wonder that Xie Chengdong is selected.

This is, how did such a person die in the hands of Shen Zhen back then?

Although Pei Ziyun is surprised, but the task is very important at this time, and said to Shen Wanlin: "Take care of your brother, I will kill Meng Luogong."

After speaking, I ran out and saw a few horses standing alone and not escaping at the door, so I rode up and shouted "driving". The horse followed the distant figure of Duke Mengluo, chasing and killing him.

Shen Wanlin woke up and quickly helped Shen Zhen: "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I never started the killing. The wastage is not big and the wound is not heavy. It is poisoned. I have taken a few pills to detoxify just now. Although it is not very symptomatic, it can barely suppress it."

"Go back, I will take the medicine and detoxify slowly." Shen Zhen's face was pale, and he smiled barely, but he knew that even if he didn't start the killing, the poison and injury actually hurt his vitality a lot.

I can't tell my sister these words, he looked at Shen Wanlin with a little guilt: "Sister, I dragged you down."

"No, if it weren't for this, I would really marry this wolf-hearted Pei Ziyun, I would be miserable."

Shen Zhen nodded and changed the subject: "You are fainted. Did the person save you just now?"

"Yes, it seems the last name is Pei."

"Family name Pei?" Shen Zhen pondered, did not speak immediately, and then said for a long time: "Even though he used the sword, he did use the Shen family's knife to kill."

"You haven't noticed that this person is fighting with someone who knows the swordsmanship of my Shen family. Every time I kill an enemy, he learns several more changes."

"Shen's thirty-seven styles refer to thirty-seven changes in the swordsmanship of the family, and each change is a trick to kill."

"I just saw that this person killed 16 people in a row, and 21 kinds of changes in the sword technique have been collected. This is really incredible."

"The most terrifying thing is that once each change is learned, it is very pure. It seems to have been practiced for ten years. Some slight changes. I think about it, and it’s creepy-this is an improvement."

Shen Zhen even showed fear when he said this: "This is really shocking. The surname is Pei, who is in the martial arts family, who has the surname Pei?"

Shen Wanlin hesitated and said, "He doesn't seem to be a martial artist. I asked him on the way. He said he was a scholar and a Juren."

"Student? Juren?" Shen Zhen was startled, and a flash of light flashed. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe it: "Could it be that Pei Ziyun, who is famous in Yingzhou, and who must be happy in life?"

Shen Zhen has heard of the name Pei Ziyun, but this is a person from two worlds, so Shen Zhen never thought that this terrible person is Xie Yuan Gong of Wenman Yingzhou!

"No, I can't catch up, I have to sacrifice this horse." At this time, Pei Ziyun was riding the horse, but he was not good at riding. Seeing that the speed of Meng Luogong's horse was much faster, he raised his finger to the horse. The first point, the horse's eyes were immediately bloodshot, and he galloped away, just like shining.

"Meng Luogong, you can't escape." Pei Ziyun approached.

"What demon technique did you use against this horse? This is clearly an ordinary horse. How can it have such a speed?" Meng Luogong looked back, his expression distorted and resented, although he knew it was a Taoist technique, Swearing is a demon method.

But it seemed that he had reached his destination. Seeing Pei Ziyun chasing him, he immediately jumped off and ran into the forest on one side. Pei Ziyun also jumped down and went straight into the forest.

The forest is not big. When Meng Luogong crossed the forest, he saw a big river and a big boat in front of him, so he jumped up and reached the deck.

"Is there a response?" Pei Ziyun also jumped up.

At this moment, one person drew his sword, the sword was like Qiushui, and it rushed diagonally. The light of the sword was instant, and Qi Wei did not hear the wind and thunder, and it shot in Pei Ziyun's eyes with an arc!

It looks like a cloud, remembering the change of the wind, or thinking nothing.

"Chen Ping?" Pei Ziyun stabbed out, Jian Guang also thoughtlessly, with a cold light, "Puff", the shadow of the person smashed, the other side retreated two steps, the shirt on the right rib split, and a light appeared. The shallow sword marks are slightly deeper, revealing the cyan underwear inside.

"Shen's thirty-seventh style?" Chen Ping was shocked and screamed as he felt the cut.

"Aren't you also using the Shen family's thirty-seven style?" Pei Ziyun smiled: "Meng Luogong, Chen Ping, you all steal the Shen family's knives. The Shen family and you are really out of luck."

"However, according to intelligence calculations, Chen Ping, you have only repaired this sword technique for three years, and you have been ranked eighth."

"Meng Luogong, you have lived on a dog all your life. The Shen family has passed down your sword technique for 20 years, right? You have only reached the seventh level."

Meng Luogong received this disdain, his eyes shrunk, and his hand clenched the knife: "You are a thief, how can you be the 37th style of the Shen Family? Did Shen Zhen or Shen Wanlin pass it to you?" /

"You only found out now? Even if I use a sword, hum, you can see that you are good at conspiracy, but in Kendo, it is just ordinary."

Pei Ziyun sneered: "Let's go on together!"

"Kill him!" At this moment someone on the deck called ~IndoMTL.com~ The two people behind Chen Ping drew their swords almost at the same time, and attacked together.

Now the gang has evolved into a swarm. Except for a few people with particularly strong hero concepts, almost no one will fight alone.

"The shape of the cloud, the change of the wind, nothing to think about!" Pei Ziyun drank, the sword light turned into a rainbow, and plunged into the two of them, only hearing the sound of "pupupupu", the two of them stood upright. With a cry, a big crack opened, blood was pouring, and internal organs were squeezed out.

Chen Ping and Meng Luogong gathered together quickly, with a look of horror on their faces, and they felt that their hair was standing: "Shen's 37th style is the ninth or the tenth?"

"You have cultivated to this level!"

　　

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