The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 338: Gun Gong Gong Gong, rolling yellow sand (5)

Because of Xu Fengnian’s sight, the lakeside pavilion stared at the two cowardly Xue Wei inside and outside, so that the burly man wearing the golden sword in the pavilion broke into trouble, even the one sitting behind him Fan Bainu didn't have time to show a little horrified expression. [No pop-up novel network]

The situation has changed too quickly.

And the momentum of the knife was too sharp, just like a heavy snowstorm on the grassland in the cold winter season.

If there are immortals inside and outside the pavilion, they have performed a fixation technique.

Mr. Bai Lian, who descends from Longhu Mountain and then uphill to Qingliang Mountain, still habitually smiles and looks out of the pavilion. Bai Yu also holds a glass of green ant wine in his hand, ripples in the white porcelain cup. Qingqian.

The father and son Yang Shenxing and Yang Huchen, who lean forward slightly, also focused their attention on the young couple Xue Wei outside the pavilion. This pair of fierce players on the battlefield can really be regarded as eye-catching, and they have the unique majesty of the fierce battlefield.

And Princess Beimang Qingluan kept that waist straight and turned his head to look back, his slanted shoulders were round and attractive.

The tea-cooking maid was still looking down at the charcoal fire, fearing that the fire would be broken, and the swaying fire light reflected on her delicate face, adding a little brilliance to her invisibly.

In fact, the murderous pavilion, Xue Wei, quietly drew his knife out of its sheath, and still showed no sharpness when he slashed it, so this knife shouldn’t have been near the head of the young prince. At that time, that kind of majestic momentum burst out in an instant.

Just like the two armies facing each other, the cavalry colliding, naturally they are already thundering before the formation, how can there be a spring breeze and drizzle?

But with this cut, it happened.

So everyone was caught off guard, even Song Yu, the chief steward of Qingliang Mountain, who possessed all kinds of mysterious powers, had a keen sense of nature, and he took a step to come back to his senses, only to see him A wave of dust splashed from the place where he stood, and this martial arts master, who may be the first person of the world's second-tier master, was about to pounce straight into the pavilion.

But the next moment, I don't know why Song Yu landed and took root again, his figure remained motionless, and he ignored the situation in the pavilion. The gloomy eyes swam slowly over the two young Qi Xue Wei, like a snake watching a mouse.

This private meeting, logically speaking, was from the northern Liang side as a local snake, and it was the right thing to dismiss these few "begging for something" Beimang characters. Hundreds of knives and axe hands will swarm up, or set up a boiling pan on the open space, and the owner will pose as a chopstick holder. Unexpectedly, the young vassal king was kind from beginning to end, but Bei Mang took the lead in the trouble.

This group of Beimang barbarians with only a few people, knowing that the person they are facing is Xu Fengnian, one of the four great masters of Wuping, on the Xu family site, which is separated from the Beimang and Southern Dynasties by the Beiliang Iron Cavalry. Still outrageously shooting, only with this courage and courage, it is quite epic.

Mr. Bai Lian still cast his gaze out of the pavilion, the wine in the glass, ripples violently, and he sighed softly.

When Princess Qingluan looked back again, he didn't see the scene where the head fell and the blood was splashing.

She only saw the deputy commander of Beiting Jinxue Wei who had the same surname as herself, holding the posture of raising the knife, and the whole person was full of power, like a male who just whizzed down from the clouds. The eagle suddenly hooked its claws on the wooden shelf.

In contrast, he is a leisurely young feudal lord, holding a cup with **** on his right hand, slowly raising it, and after raising the glass, he smiles at her, ordinary, like a friendship between two friends Toast.

But the young king's left hand was raised high, and the four fingers were naturally bent. Only the index finger happened to resist the blade of the golden peach-skin sheath white rainbow knife.

With this smashing sword, after touching the fingers of the young prince, he could not continue to advance even the slightest distance.

Maybe it can prove that the previous sword is indeed like a rainbow, and it is the blue silk of the tea-making maid beside the young king.

Slightly rippling green silk, like lotus in a pond.

After swiping the most genuine martial arts sword in his life, the deputy commander of Xue Wei bravely crowned the grassland with a pale face, desperate eyes, and slightly trembling lips.

Xu Fengnian blocked the finger of the royal sword from Beimang, and shook it lightly. This unsheathed white rainbow sword with golden peach skin and scabbard slipped out of his hand, and with a bang, it swiftly nailed it into a pillar of the lakeside pavilion. .

This master Xue Wei, who has a heart to death but also believes that he has a great chance of success, does not care whether the young king can understand Beimang's words, and trembles: "You have not been seriously injured by Tuoba Bodhisattva. Is it? Later in Huaiyangguan, you fought with Chen Zhibao again, why didn't you have any injuries at this time?!"

Fan Bainu clenched his fists firmly on his legs, and appeared on his white skin

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The green veins are clear, and he raises his head and scolds: "Yelü Canglang! Are you crazy?! Why do you want to assassinate the Northern Liang King without authorization?!"

This burly, timid Xue Wei was disheartened and utterly reprimanded the princess in an almost desperate manner, always turning a deaf ear, muttering to himself "This is impossible", repeating it over and over again.

With this sword, he confidently crossed the threshold of the realm of celestial phenomena. If it was against Xu Fengnian, who was at the peak of martial arts, of course, it would be a ridiculous gesture of laughter, but the espionage clearly shows that the current young king is bleak. Even if the situation cannot be said to be a thread of life, the celestial body is almost fragmented. In terms of the body, let alone the invincible Buddha King Kong, I am afraid that even the ordinary martial arts in the realm of the gods and lakes are not as good as that. Just like those Taoist real people who have taken the shortcut to the sky, it seems that the mysterious arts are endless, but in fact, in front of the pure martial arts who are down to earth, they are vulnerable.

After the deeds of the deputy leader Wei Xue Wei were revealed, one of the young Xue Wei outside the pavilion finally couldn't bear the torment in his heart. His eyes were red and he roared, and then he drew his sword blatantly. Not only is there no momentum at all, but it gives people a sense of sadness.

It's just that before the young Beimang death soldier took four or five steps forward, Song Yu, who was swept away by his figure, kicked his waist viciously from the side.

The dead corpse flew out on the spot, giving the onlookers a sense of the scene of catkins floating.

Next, everyone present at the scene looked at the coward Xue Wei who was the only one left.

Song Yu's eyes were gloomy, Yang Shenxing and Yang Huchen's eyes were cold, and Mr. Bai Lian, who had broken his eyes while reading, seemed to be self-aware. A frightened elk-like tea-making maid, as if asking her for a cup of tea.

Xue Wei, a young coward, has a pitiful look that he wants to cry without tears.

The vision is growing.

Still not outside the pavilion, but inside the pavilion, just a few minutes from the young king.

Xu Fengnian's body is leaning back, so he can escape a fierce hand knife.

The arm exposing a section of the cuffs of Shu embroidery is slender and beautiful, full of ivory round luster, but when her palm is a knife, it is murderous.

If you are stabbed in the neck by this seemingly non-smoky hand knife, I believe it will not be lighter and more pleasant than being slashed by the white rainbow knife.

The blank-faced Princess Qingluan was stunned to see the harmless tea-making maid, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and the aftertaste between her eyebrows and her eyes, and even she deliberately disguised herself after her previous encounters. A touch of fright.

Twist your wrist.

The hand knife ran across the young prince’s throat.

The next moment, Xu Fengnian held both arms with both hands and blocked two hand knives at the same time.

A hand knife comes from a mysterious tea-making maid.

And the owner of the other arm, I'm afraid that Song Yu, who knows everything about Qingliang Mountain, didn't even think of it.

Princess Beimang's eyes widened and she couldn't help but look weird. I don't know when there was a young girl standing next to her. She stepped on a few cases, and her hand knife was sitting sideways in the temple of the servant girl. Probably there is really only a thin line.

Xu Fengnian did not go to see the murderous maidservant who was making tea. Instead, he raised his head and smiled helplessly at the young girl who was still childish in figure: "In front of so many distinguished guests, you have a picture of blood splattered everywhere. , Isn't it right?"

The girl chuckled without a smile, retracted her hand, swept backwards, then leaped up, grabbed the eaves of the lakeside pavilion with one hand, and disappeared after turning over lightly.

Xu Fengnian turned his head and said to the maid: "What is the relationship between you and the little thought of Gongzhufen's half-face makeup?"

In fact, this young servant girl who looks very good-looking, her eyes are still gentle and gentle, there is not the slightest violent violent bird like ordinary quack killers, she turned her gaze to see the young king holding her hand, the fingertips of five fingers , Oozing drops of black blood.

She raised her pointed chin again, and saw a purple and gold mark on the eyebrows of the young feudal king, like a fairy opening his eyes.

She smiled softly with the most authentic and mellow Jiangnan Road soft and waxy voice: "The prince is a good method."

Xu Fengnian laughed it off.

The corners of her mouth exuded the same pitch-black bloodshot eyes as Xu Fengnian's fingertips, and her face was relieved, she slowly closed her eyes.

After Xu Fengnian released her arm, he held her shoulder and let her lie sideways on the Huanghuali case.

Like an ordinary maid, slack off to sleep.

Xu Fengnian took the place of this tea-making maid and handed Bai Yu a cup of lingering aroma of Chunshen Lake tea.

Mr. Bai Lian took the teacup, sighed again, drank it all, drinking tea like wine.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Deputy Commander Qi Xue Wei watched all this with cold eyes. It is very likely that when his true identity was the servant girl of the princess tomb, he did not have the desire to get rid of the fire.

At this time, he smiled boldly, without any sign of kneeling down and begging for mercy, and said loudly: "Master, did you take my life yourself or let someone do it for you?"

Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand to make a gesture of asking to sit, and smiled in the Gusaizhou-colored Beimang official accent: "This king is really strange this time. Your family of Yelu Canglang always bears the surname of Yelu. Orthodox, and the family of Yelu Hongcai and Yelu Dongbei, the grandson and grandson of the family, have not always regarded each other as enemies? You hate that Yelv Hongcai who has been in charge of the three dynasties for betraying the first emperor, and since you can sit here this time, it’s clear They are the confidants of your Royal Highness Beimang, why would you help them turn around and stab the prince this time?"

Yelü Canglang hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down, wondering: "Why does the prince think that I and Yelv Hongcai are allied? The assassination of the prince came from His Royal Highness Beimang, isn't it more reasonable? ?"

Xu Fengnian answered the wrong question: "Did you not have a knife for at least two years before pulling out the knife today?"

Yelü Canglang nodded.

The corners of Xu Fengnian’s mouth curled up, "Moreover, this king also knows that this kind of non-gravity method of practicing knives must be secretly told by Tuoba Chunfalcon."

Yelü Canglang opened his mouth slightly, and it was obvious that he was hit by the young prince who could pinch and count.

Xu Fengnian explained with a smile: "When the king traveled in Liyang rivers and lakes, he used to be a fortune teller, but he was not cheated every time."

Yelü Canglang's mouth twitched.

Xu Fengnian toasted a sip of green ant wine, narrowed those Danfeng eyes, which became more narrow and long, and asked with a smile: "Don't believe it?"

The prestigious deputy commander Xue Wei, who is famous on the grassland, didn't say a word, believing him in doubt.

Xu Fengnian laughed and pointed at himself, "Actually, it's very simple. Your ancestor of swordsmanship is far away in front of you."

Maybe no one has noticed that if it comes to things that do not help the world, the young prince seems to do what he wants.

Yelü Canglang laughed dumbly, that's how it was.

His family is close to the military **** Tuoba Bodhisattva, and everyone knows that he and Tuoba Chunfal are brothers of different surnames.

Yelü Canglang exhaled heavily, and asked with a smile: "The prince hasn't told me yet, how do you know that I am actually going south to bed here?"

Xu Fengnian said in a serious manner: "This king only knows now."

Yelü Canglang's expression was stagnant, and he was full of blood and energy.

Yelü Canglang smiled suddenly, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "This time the assassination of the prince has nothing to do with Yeludong bed. It is just that he admires the reputation of the prince as the first man in the grassland in Xiayuan. I can't help it. I would dare to make a knife. Originally, the knife was used for the early next year's Qixue.

Wei Da is in charge of the position dispute, so I still look forward to Wang Ye Haihan! I believe that the prince understands my thoughts about martial arts, if because of this trivial matter, the two princes have a misunderstanding, delaying the two princes' ambition of sharing the world, Yelu Canglang will bear the blame! "

Xu Fengnian's eyes were playful. Just when Yelu Canglang wanted to instinctively think about the deep meaning of the young lord, the burly man suddenly turned his head with difficulty and looked at the woman who was insignificant in his eyes.

What Fan Bainu, what Beimang immediately played first, originally as long as he made this business, there would be no Princess Qingluan in the world, she would only become a plaything on her bed.

Could it be that his humble prince has the courage to say nothing?

I really annoyed him. Yelu Canglang~IndoMTL.com~ When the Beimang Chaotang is turned upside down in the future, even the crown princess who won the title with the word "Han Gu" in the chess and sword music house will also grab it. In the pocket!

Only at this moment, the deputy leader of Yelu Canglang, Xue Wei, was clearly a dying person, and a dagger pierced his stout neck.

And the county lord Beimang, who held the dagger in both hands, swiftly pulled out after a hit.

The action is crisp and neat, without any muddling.

Yelü Canglang squeezed his **** neck with one hand, and tremblingly pointed at this woman of the same surname who was even more cruel than himself.

Fan Bainu gently put down his dagger, did not look at Yelu Canglang at all, stared at the young prince on the opposite side of the case, "Master, now you and I can continue the original topic! I will still do it for the prince and the prince. That deal, and now, the prince seems to have no other choice!"

(End of this chapter)

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