The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 156: Guyao

In the area north of Youzhou Jetliu County, after hundreds or thousands of years of water erosion, the ground is fragmented, ravines are staggered, and plateaus of different sizes suddenly appear. A young swordsman with a dark skin and five short stature stands on a large flat-topped bar with a broad view. He is using his arm to wipe the long sword that has never been scabbed since it was released. The name of the sword is no scabbard. Beimang has good swords and nameless swords, and there are no swordsmen in Beimang Rivers and Lakes. These are all recognized by Beimang Liyang. Although Jianqi is one of the few kendo masters in the world, that Ding Fengbo is even more famous on the sword list. Heavy weapon, but the Liyang Jianghu still felt that Beimang had no sword, and said that if he gave Beimang another hundred years, he would still have no sword.

For this kind of thing, he is much more indifferent to this kind of thing than he changed his name to imply that the sword is closer to the blue and yellow swords of the Beimang Sword Dao. For him, practicing his sword is better than anything else, and Sword practice is sword practice. As for the six gods and the best in the world, do you need to think more? So he never wastes energy thinking about things other than "sword". The sheathless sword in his hand is a new sword with no history or inheritance. The casting material and the craftsmanship of the swordsmith are not too bad, but compared to the famous swords on the list that have even the name. There must be a huge difference. There is no one hundred thousand, and the gap of eight thousand miles is mostly there. But the man who led him down the road of swordsmanship, the guy who never wanted to admit that he was his master, paid him the money for the sword before parting, and said to him a lot of his mother-in-law’s "last words". It's like a dying person who just hangs on his breath and stays up and down for a few days and nights. It is estimated that the filial younger generation in front of the bed will not be able to bear it.

"A sword is fine, and you can be satisfied with it. A swordsman who exchanges even a saber can't practice good swordsmanship. Of course, you may ask if a sword is broken and cannot be replaced. Sword, wrong, don’t you believe it? Do you think Li Chungang in Liyang has only a Trojan horse cow? Everyone can open the gate with swords. Can you make a mistake with him? Can’t you?"

"Although I don’t practice swords, I think swordsmen pick swords with swords, just like men looking for a wife. Love at first sight is the most important thing. After you fall in love, you will not empathize. You, hurry up and take a look at the sword in your hand. It took me several tens of taels of silver. You poor boy still dare not fall in love at first sight? If you have the ability, you can shake your head and try to see if I won't interrupt your hands and feet. I don't have any eyesight. You still practice a fart sword! I’m blind." "You look like you are reluctant to let me go? Huh? Are you nodding or shaking your head? Your mother, you don’t want me to go. Anyhow, can you carry some silver? Copper plates are also fine. Oh, I dare to ask me for some sword book secrets. I am embarrassed to speak? To tell you the truth, no! Boy, I will give you one last sentence. , Martial arts, whether it’s sword or sword training, the two words break all the truth, outrageous! I don’t understand, these two words are enough for you to ponder for ten years. Who makes you poor in comprehension, is worse than when I was younger, otherwise I’ve accepted you as an apprentice a long time ago. Since my understanding is poor, don’t blame me for being stingy. If you want to blame, blame your parents.” “That’s all. Since I can’t find a wife in Beimang, then go to Liyang. Look for it. Let’s fight to see you in the future. I’m afraid that I will feel sorry for Jianqian then, and I regret that I will settle the bill for you today."

At that time, the swordsmith next to him was so angry that his face was blue. The little pauper didn’t want to talk about it. You, the pauper, really belonged to your mother. It’s nothing more than eleven taels of silver, and he wanted to make up a whole number. Pay ten taels? Just such a person, just in the sword shop of Lao Tzu blows the sky through, and also mistaken people's children to teach others "outrageous"? You are the biggest outrageous person! Then the grumpy swordsmith finally couldn't bear it, and he scolded on the spot, "It's weird that you can find a daughter-in-law in our Beimang, hurry up and go to Liyang to harm other women's girls, that's really thank God. Up!"

The young swordsman stopped wiping the blade and looked into the distance with a smile on his mouth. If the little-known swordsmith knew the identity of that guy, he wouldn't dare to swear so much if he killed him.

Today's Tuoba Bodhisattva has always been regarded as losing to Wang Xianzhi after he became the first person in Beimang. No matter how steadily the Tuoba Bodhisattva's level of cultivation has risen over the years, this fact has not been changed.

However, the former No. 1 master of Beimang before Tuoba Bodhisattva, before he disappeared inexplicably, everyone in Beimang firmly believed that at that time, he could completely fight Liyang King Xianzhi!

This genius who is known as the one born in a thousand years on the prairie is Huyan Daguan. One person is one door.

And he, the swordsman who failed to become Huyan Daguan's apprentice, is Temudieer. His ancestors used to be the highest flying eagle on the grassland, and even soared in the sky of the Central Plains.

Tie Mu Dier was not a person who remembered or missed anything. He had an intuition that he probably wouldn't be able to return to the grassland this time.

He doesn't feel much about the "dynasty" of Beimang. Most of the grassland erlangs are like this. A tent is a home, and a surname is a tribe. The reason why he wade in the muddy water is because the Northern Mang King Court threatened his tribe.

At that time, ten people joined forces to intercept and kill the Beiliang general named Yan, Tieqier and Koikeer died first, and Tibingshanwo was first abandoned by the little idea and died at a certain pass. Then seven people died. Once again in a dead end, Ahema, who always complained about not being able to drink, laughed and went to death. Later, they almost succeeded in getting out of the danger under the leadership of Da Yue Fu. Unfortunately, a group of people who were said to be gas trainers showed up. Two masters who had been famous for a long time in Beimang River and Lake also died. Tiemu Die'er even died. I still don't know their names, I only remember that both of them used knives, and one of them helped him with a shot from the Beiliang master. Now, there are only him Temudie, Mr. Da Yuefu, the little thoughts of the princess grave who always covers half of his face, and the gloomy old woman whose sideburns and flowers have long been lost.

This is supposed to be a good situation where a group of people besieged one person. Why did you lose so badly? Mr. Da Yuefu said a lot of truths during his escape, but Temu Die'er forgot. Anyway, I only know that they tried countless ways, at first they fled, and then they tried their best to besiege, and then all kinds of ambushes and kills were all sorts of tricks, but in the end, they were all useless. From beginning to end, the Northern Liang man who was so powerful that Temu Dier felt terrified, he was chasing them in one way. Whoever stood in the northernmost position, he would stare at who to kill, and kill them. There is no rush. Only one shot has always been fired. Before that, the opponent could use his life skills. If anyone's foot is further north, he will shift the target without hesitation.

Generally speaking, a martial arts master who has reached the level of ten people has very strong physical strength and foot strength, and is determined to run away. Even if the enemy of the same level is more skilled, it is not easy to kill the opponent. It takes a long time. Time is fiercely fighting one after another. But the problem is that the guy who only carried an ordinary iron gun needs only one shot for every murder, which is more deadly than anything. Before he fired the gun, he relied on his strong and unmatched physique to consume them, either dodge, or hit hard when he didn't have time to dodge. It was because he had personally experienced the horror of this person that Temudieer understood why he often heard that there were only two kinds of masters in the world, one is Wang Xianzhi, and the other is all the world's warriors led by Tuoba Bodhisattva.

Tiemu Die'er grinned. The man who said he was going to Liyang to find his wife, at this time, probably he and Tuoba Bodhisattva, plus the Northern Liang King, can be regarded as a kind of warrior, and then he Tiemu Everyone in Die'er is of another kind.

A middle-aged man with blood on his clothes squatted at the feet of the young swordsman, grabbed a handful of mud and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and smiled: "What are you thinking about? Our four funeral homes Dogs, only you can laugh, and you are not reluctant."

Temudieer smiled and said, "I want a man."

The elegant man who ate the dirt joked: "Temdie's, what you said is very meaningful, I really haven't seen it before."

Temudie let out a hey.

The man from Luotuo seemed to be quite leisurely, and tugged at the acid text: "Spring, the earth is ventilated, and the earth awakens. The loess in my mouth belongs to a child in the earth, so young. How old is it? The kind that God has tasted is old."

Although he wasn't interested, Temudie listened very carefully.

The man looked around, smiled warmly, and whispered mysteriously: "Since you are standing here, then you have a chance to live. The three of us, it's difficult."

An old lady with a slender figure said with a yin and yang strange air: "Da Yuefu, you are not in a bad mood, you can chat and fart with Temu Dier here, but our little thoughts will save their lives. To help us win this precious breathing time."

The man who was the master of chess and sword Yuefu said with a smile: "An inch of time and an inch of gold, time is actually valuable at all times. Of course, it is even more valuable now. Together, our four heads should be reluctant. It can be worth the last ten thousand cavalry. A rough calculation, based on the ten-year battlefield life of ten thousand horses, that is..."

He suddenly stood up and said sternly: "It's coming."

Tie Mu Dier clenched her hand without a sheath, and said solemnly: "My sword will definitely be faster than the previous pass."

The old woman sneered and said: "What about the demeanor of the sword fairy and sword, as long as Xu Yanbing can't be killed, we must have another life today."

Da Yuefu patted the young swordsman on the shoulder, "Sword, faster and faster, even if the next sword is faster than the previous one, only a tiny bit is a good thing. Temudie, trust yourself, and you Sword!"

The young man nodded.

Dark face, dazzling sunlight.

This made the heavy mood of Da Yuefu a little better. Looking at the oldest of the four and the most afraid of death, she said with a calm expression: "I will stay this time."

Not only did the old woman not appreciate it, she said bitterly, "It's your turn to play chess, sword, and music!"

Da Yuefu laughed.

About half a mile away, the two figures are constantly intertwined, coming "slowly" towards the giant Tiemu Dier.

The old woman squinted her eyes, her face sinking like water.

Da Yuefu didn't go to watch the fight, shaking his cuffs, and sitting cross-legged.

The woman in the white shirt and long skirt dances like a white butterfly on the high **** of yellow sand, ethereal and agile.

This little thought, nicknamed half-face makeup, fought close to the guy surnamed Xu.

She pointed her toes, twisted her body with five fingers like hooks, and grabbed Xu Yanbing's head. The latter leaned back, a few inches above her face that could be scratched by the slender jade hand.

The tail end of the iron gun in his hand made an understatement and slammed into Xiao Nian's neck.

This kind of casual "gun shot" without the slightest smoky gas has been experienced countless times by eight people, including half-face makeup. Because it does not contain ample energy, even if it is hit, it is far from hurting the muscles. He moved his bones, but at Fengqi Pass, Yu Yiche was so irritated because of this. After eight shots, the violent and aggressive mountain peak master exploded his lungs, and was no longer ready to flee at any time to accumulate energy and blast out. He took the pinnacle punch in his life, leaving no room for death, and of course, Xu Yanbing seized the opportunity for Yiyilai, and a shot pierced the former's fist, arm and shoulder.

Xiao Niantou leaned forward, stepped on broken steps and sprinted forward, avoiding the iron cavalry. If someone watched the battle and looked from the side, it would be like she was carrying a gun on her shoulder. In an instant, Xiao Niantou came to Xu Yanbing who had just stood upright, and his four fingers joined together to make sharp knives, and stab Xu Yanbing's heart fiercely!

Xu Yanbing's wrist trembles lightly, and the gun body knocks gently on her shoulder, pushing this little thought out horizontally.

The white-clothed woman's feet slid a trace on the yellow sand ground, and scarlet blood oozes from the corner of her mouth.

Xu Yanbing carried an iron gun with a blank expression on his face, ignoring the little thought in his eyes like a knife, but instead looked at the big ditch separated by two deep grooves.

I have been acting for so long, so it's time for me to debut.

Sure enough, Xiao Nian jumped and fell into the gully.

Before Xiao Niantou jumped off the cliff, sitting on the ground like a private school teacher sitting at the table and preparing to teach a profession, he smiled softly: "The world is silent, the wind sings it."

The desert is full of wind and sand, but if there is only a strong wind blowing in the sky without a grain of yellow sand, this is definitely not in line with common sense.

Xu Yan Bing Station stood on the surrounding areas, and only listened to the whistling of the gale, without gravel.

Da Yuefu sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and instantly blood was flowing from the seven orifices, but his face was serene, and he said loudly: "War in the south, death in the north, death in the north, wild death without burying the crow to eat. For me, it is said that Wu: and for the guest How!"

When the words were over, a figure slowly rose, and another big Yuefu stood up, like thousands of rays of light converging and forming.

"He" took a step forward and passed directly through the seated self.

His big sleeves waver, and the steps he takes are getting bigger and bigger, approaching the edge of the big mountain, as if turning into a long rainbow, and rushing straight to Xu Yanbing.

The sitting gentleman was covered with blood, and the blue shirt on his lap was dripping with blood. He said hoarsely: "For the whole life, the grass and the trees are autumn, and the eyes are all in the mud."

Another Da Yuefu stood up, but his stature was not as good as the former freehand man. He staggered, but he was extremely fast, and he also swept towards Xu Yanbing.

The sword fairy flies with the sword and travels northward and dusk Cangwu, which is a metaphor for its speed.

But the immortal travels out of the body, and it's never too late.

Two big music houses came out one after another, the former stopped behind Xu Yanbing, and the latter came to Xu Yanbing.

I don’t know when, Temu Dieer stood in front of Mr. Da Yuefu, who had traveled far away but was dead, and roared: "Gao Feng!"

The corpse of Da Yuefu, the sword-riding Temu Dier, a Yuefu soul, Xu Yanbing, and another Da Yuefu soul.

The five are exactly on a straight line.

The old woman in one of the two cocoons of the spider web didn't even see how Temudie's sword was released, and when he left the Great Plain and headed to the opposite Gaoyao.

When she finally was able to take a closer look, she realized that the situation she saw was so strange that she couldn't believe her eyes.

Da Yuefu took his life as the price, and "led" Temu Die'er to hand out this immortal sword's ultimate move.

It ended with Xu Yanbing's shot-piercing Tiemudieer's shoulder four feet away in front of him.

The tip of the unsheathed sword is still a foot away from Xu Yanbing's heart.

Although the sword energy has arrived, Xu Yanbing's chest has a pool of scarlet, but this is certainly not deadly.

One foot apart, the life and death facing each other among the top masters of martial arts is enough to separate yin and yang.

But between Xu Yanbing and Tiemudie'er, a person held the iron gun, which prevented Xu Yanbing from being able to pull the gun body down at random to mess up Tiemudie. Child's heart and lungs.

Xu Yanbing drew out his iron gun, and a series of rubbing sounds pierced the eardrum from the gun body.

The uninvited guest held Temu Dier with one hand, and shook his wrist with the other, bloodshot in his palm.

The old woman swallowed.

As a senior at the ancestor level of Spiderweb, she recognized that person.

Huyan Grand View!

Except for Tuoba Bodhisattva, no one can let Xu Yanbing return with a single shot. Of course it is even more unrealistic to let the latter return without success.

Hu Yan Daguan smiled and said, "Hurry up and finally get me here, Xu Yanbing, if you don't kill Temu Dier, I won't trouble Xu Fengnian, how about?"

Xu Yanbing looked indifferent, raised his gun for a while, and withdrew a step back.

The opponent in front of him deserves him to extend the distance to the most suitable position for the iron gun to use all his strength.

Hu Yan Daguan looked helpless and said: "To tell the truth, Liang Mang starts fighting, it's nothing to do with me, I never thought about having trouble with Xu Fengnian before."

Tie Mu Dier struggled, and Hu Yan Daguan's hand that held his shoulder slightly increased gravity, and the former suddenly had difficulty breathing.

Hu Yan Daguan looked upright and said: "But if you insist on killing Temu Dier today, then I don't mind killing Xu Fengnian. As to whether it succeeds, I don't care."

The old woman knew that Hu Yan Daguan didn't deliberately vent her breath, but she would just feel suffocated.

Then she immediately felt a sense of grief and anger, no matter how restrained she was, she couldn't help it.

Because the guy who hadn't spoken a word for a whole decade after chasing them, finally spoke!

Xu Yanbing said flatly: "Ask about my gun first."

Speaking of Liyang Mandarin, Hu Yan Daguan burst into a **** more smoothly than Liyang people, and said with a wry smile: "Stop, stop, I'm afraid of you! Xu Yanbing, since you are determined to fight, OK, you The inside of this iron gun in your hand is already vulnerable to a single blow. You can go back and change to a new gun. It can hold you three shots, or else you won’t be able to play it! I’m here to wait for you, Tiemudie. Oh, what's the idea, and the old lady who doesn't accept the old love to plant big red flowers, I will help you stay here. Then who wins and who talks, how?"

Xu Yanbing nodded, then turned around and left straightforwardly.

In this scene, the old spiderweb woman almost stared out of her eyes.

When Xu Yanbing's figure disappeared from the field of vision, Hu Yan Daguan let go, and the tearful Temu Dieer turned and looked at the big man, where Mr. Yuefu was sitting.

The sheathless handle slipped quietly from the palm of his hand.

Hu Yan Daguan calmly said: "Pick it up."

Tiemu Dieer seemed to have no masters, and didn't hear what Hu Yan Daguan was saying.

Hu Yan Daguan didn't bother to talk nonsense. He slapped him and threw Tie Mu Dier a few feet away from the corpse of Da Yuefu, with a little toe, and kicked the abandoned sword over.

The white gauze covered half of the little thoughts and came to Huyan Daguan with a complex expression.

Huyan Daguan sighed and said: "Eight hundred years ago, who you and I were, does it matter? Luoyang can’t let go. It’s not surprising that she is the Queen of Qin. Even the shadow of the so-called Qin Emperor I have already let go of it. What? It’s just a royal woman who was subjugated by the Great Qin Army. This kind of grievances, for 800 years, the various dynasties and dynasties of the Central Plains, the emperors and queens have produced so many things, not to mention the princesses of the small country. It’s boring. Of."

Hu Yan Daguan looked up at the sky, "Not to mention that the person is gone. Xu Fengnian is just Xu Fengnian. Who do you hate? At the beginning, you successfully instigated the two women to turn against each other. It can even be said that to a large extent, it was you who caused Still not satisfied with the death of Qin I?"

Small thoughts tore off the veil.

Half of her face is beautiful and extraordinary, but the other half of her face is constantly changing.

Finally freeze.

It was actually a man's half face.

Hu Yan Daguan turned his head, without looking at her, softly said: "You go."

She looked at the white gauze floating in the air in the distance, raised a hand, gently covered half of her face, and whispered: "You really are gone. Then you say, I can go again Where is it? You are always like this, you don’t even want to look at me. I never hate you, I just want you to take a look, just one look..."

Huyan Daguan asked: "Really not leaving?"

Princess Fen Xiaonian raised his other hand, fingers like hooks, and very slowly cut his two faces into blood and blood.

And she didn't look painful and closed her eyes.

She hummed a piece of tune in a tone that no one understands today~IndoMTL.com~.

Waiting for the end of the song, Hu Yan Daguan put a palm on her forehead.

She fell into the canyon.

Huyan Daguan stood alone with his hands in place, and said softly: "This life is finally over."

The white robe, like a delicate white butterfly that does not want to emerge from its cocoon, timidly hides in the cocoon and looks at the outside world.

When there is no such woman in the world to be alone, she will take off her veil, year after year, life after life, but look at him in the mirror.

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In the porch under the eaves of a private school in Beiliang, an ancient old man lying on a wicker chair, basking in the warm sun, surrounded by school children, every time the old man sings, the children sing to him . That is an ancient rumor that has spread not long after the fall of Daqin.

The singing is melodious.

"The Yang family has a girl who has grown up but was raised in a deep boudoir. The natural beauty is hard to abandon, and she was elected to the side of the king. Looking back, I smiled and smiled, and the sixth palace has no color..."