Thriller Paradise Chapter 1260: Sword God 1 laugh (16)

"Ha! Hahahaha..." Gu Jiaolong laughed out loud before Jue's words were finished, "I thought you had any good ideas... and finally you said such nonsense."

As he said, he took a few steps forward, staring at Feng Bujue, and pointed his finger at the middle-aged man in front of him: "According to you, with their trivial three, you want to fight the entire Central Plains martial arts? "

"More than three people." The middle-aged man took his words, "Originally... there were five people."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled maliciously after hearing this, "Now, there are five people."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man heard what he said, his expression changed slightly.

"I think you should also know that'Mirror' is dead." Feng Bujue said.

"I know." The middle-aged man said.

"But what you don't know yet is...'The Flower' mission has also failed." Feng Bujue said.

This news made the expression of the middle-aged man more gloomy than ever.

"It's impossible..." he responded.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not..." Feng Bujue said, "Anyway, you are destined to die here today. I don't think you have any spare time to care about others."

The middle-aged man was silent, but did not remain silent for long.

"Since you can see through my plan..." When he spoke again, his voice became very cold, and the killing intent had spread all over him, "...you should understand that even if it is only by me, today's I am also 90% sure of the game."

"You were originally confident about how much, and it has nothing to do with me." Feng Bujue was confident and confident, and said lightly, "You just have to remember... Since I'm here now, then you There is not even a 10% chance."

This is a bit crazy.

At least to the middle-aged man, this is overwhelming.

But the players around didn't feel that way, because... the person who said this was Feng Bujue.

You never know if he is bluffing or explaining the truth. For him, the line between "impossible" and "possible" is blurry.

"Have you finished talking?" Gu Jiaolong, who didn't understand what the two people were talking at all, spoke again. The handle of the Hailongmen hates being ignored. "What five people ten Personal? You..."

The moment the word "you" was exited, he touched his waist with his backhand, and quickly took the knife, pointing the tip of the knife directly at the bridge of the middle-aged man's nose.

Faced with this sudden shot, the middle-aged man didn't move at all; in the end...the knife did not touch him either.

Gu Jiaolong's wingspan and the length of the blade just made the tip of the blade just two centimeters away from the middle-aged man's face.

"I don't care who you are or what you think." Gu Jiaolong pointed the knife at each other and said loudly, "This young man is also a reasonable person... I and you have never been wronged in the past. Qiu, as long as you hand over the Sword Dance Grass Story, I will forgive you..."

He didn't say the last word.

It's not that I don't want to say, but I can't say it.

Leng Yuqiu's sword is fast, as fast as lightning.

When his sword pierced Gu Jiaolong's throat, the latter had no room to react.

"Some people's swords, even if they are sheathed, are no different from being placed on the ground." Leng Yuqiu retracted the sword in the horrified eyes of everyone, and said, "There are still some people's eyes... As he said, he looked at Luo Can, Feng Meiyu and the three disciples, "...Although it is open, it is no different from being blind."

"Leng Yuqiu..." Feng Meiyu immediately stared at Leng Yuqiu with a cold gaze, and said sternly, "What do you mean? Want to grab food from our lips?"

She looks very fierce at this time, not because of how much she hates each other, more...it's an instinct.

Just now, where did Leng Yuqiu kill and how he drew his sword...Neither Feng Meiyu nor Luo Can could see clearly; in other words, if Leng Yuqiu’s target was her or Luo Can just now, then Most of the two of them ended up just like Gu Jiaolong.

Therefore, Feng Meiyu's current reaction is like when a weak beast encounters a predator that is stronger than herself. Only by spreading its teeth and dancing its claws, hoping to overwhelm the opponent from its momentum, can it take the lead.

"Snatching food? Haha..." Leng Yuqiu smiled, "Don't say me like you people... I never said that I came to Luzhen to grab the sword dance grass. "While speaking, he glanced at Gu Jiaolong who had fallen on the ground, "I killed Gu Jiaolong only because..." He stepped back and turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, "... He offended my master."

"What?"

Not only Luo Can and Feng Meiyu, but all martial arts people in the bright and dark places, as well as a few players who were not aware of this situation, were taken aback by these words.

Although they don't know the strength of the middle-aged man, people still know something about Leng Yuqiu's strength.

Even assuming that this man's martial arts is only a little bit higher than Leng Yuqiu, today's victory or defeat is unpredictable.

"You all the gangsters, knights, martial artists of the Central Plains martial arts..." After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly used his internal power to transmit his voice, "This is the end of the matter, I have something to say straight..."

He just said half a sentence, there are already many people in cold sweats; and these nervous, scared, shocked people, most of them are martial arts masters above the quasi-first class...because their martial arts skills have arrived. Only at a certain level can you realize how terrifying the human internal power that supports this sound transmission.

"Under...He Yang Xinci." When the middle-aged man said his name, people also understood that what Jue Ge said was true. This is really a Dongying person, "In the terms of your Central Plains... …I am the head of the Sword Sect of the “Shen Chuan Extreme Sword Stream”."

This is not the first time he has come to Central Plains. His mastery of Chinese and Chinese culture may be more profound than many people from Central Plains.

"Today, I set up this game to attract everyone for one thing..." After introducing himself, He Yang Xinci continued, "I heard that the Central Plains martial arts Zhong Ling is beautiful, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon... …I’m not talented, I want to ask the heroes of the world for advice or two with his self-created "God of the Sword Stream"." He paused for half a second, "Everyone...you don’t have to be polite with me. People...can accept it below. As long as you can kill me..."

At this point, he took out from his arms the thing that made everyone in the martial arts dreams.

"...Then this "Sword Dance Grass Story" written by "Sword Saint" Pei Min, belongs to you all." Although what He Yang Xinci said is simply unfavorable to him. , But his tone was still very calm, so calm that everyone who listened to it felt scalp numb, "But...if no one can beat you today..." He took the secret book back into his arms again, "So... from From today onwards, the Central Plains Wulin will be led by He Yang Xinci. If anyone doesn’t... within seven days, I will let his school disappear from the world."

"Joke!" Hearing this, Luo couldn't help interrupting cruelly, "Not to mention whether you can leave this place alive today... Want to kill other people's sects?"

"What you said... does have some truth." He Yang Xinci terminated the voice transmission, and said to Luo Ruan in a normal way of speaking, "In a place like Jiangjiapu, dozens of people will be killed. It's very fast; but a sect like your beggars who help the world... even the court couldn't kill it back then, I definitely couldn't do it."

"Huh..." Luo Can snorted coldly when he heard this, a trace of triumph flashed across his face.

Of course, in the next second, He Yang Xinci changed the front of the conversation: "But...that's okay, I can just kill the head."

Luo Can's face froze, and his body has already instinctively transported infuriating energy.

"Killing one head is not enough, I will kill two, whoever becomes the head, I will kill whoever... I will kill anyone around him when he is killed." He Yang Xinci The words continue, "I think it won’t take long for anyone in this sect to be willing to be the head...like a snake without a head, and soon it will be a dead snake."

"Unreasonable!" Luo Can couldn't wait any longer, he burst out, immediately put on a posture, and wanted to preemptively.

At this moment, it's not that Luo Can is eager to make a move, it's just that He Yang Xinci and Leng Yuqiu just stand there, and almost use their aura to crush everyone... If Luo Gang doesn't make a move again, I'm afraid The gang behind him are about to scatter and run away.

"Yuqiu." On He Yang Xinci's side, he didn't care about Luo Can's actions, and he calmly called Leng Yuqiu.

"Master, what's your order?" Leng Yuqiu can speak normally in front of Master.

He Yang Xinci immediately turned his head to look at Feng Bujue's side, and said: "I want to live."

"Understood." Leng Yuqiu replied, and with a dazzling eye, he swept out more than ten meters from the place, and went straight to Feng Bujue on the roof of the roadside.

Brother Jue is also very alert, seeing this...turning around and running, he jumped out without knowing how far he jumped.

Leng Yuqiu saw this and couldn’t help but secretly startled at the "light work" of Brother Jue, but since he has accepted the order of his teacher, he must do his best, so he has worked **** his feet and pursued it desperately. Go up.

At the same time, Luo Can also shot.

Jianglong Eighteen Palms is the pinnacle of foreign skills, unparalleled in the world, even if Luo Can's talent is not extremely high, but he can reproduce this lost martial arts and integrate it, and his martial arts attainments can also be seen.

At the moment, Luo Can is using his full force and his palm strength is terrifying...not to mention eighteen palms. Among the martial arts who are watching the battle, people who are confident to take his two moves and three styles Only a handful.

However...

"This palm is really good." He Yang Xinci lowered his head, looked at the **** right arm in his hand, and commented calmly, "Unfortunately... your skill is too bad. "

When the voice fell, Luo Can staggered back two steps, his eyes burst, slowly turned his head, and looked at his right shoulder blankly.

He can't believe it...not only did he not see the other person making a move, he even realized that his arm was cut off...

Not only him, but also the heads of the gangs and disciples who are watching here...and none of them can see what He Yang Xinci has done.

When did he move? When did you make the shot? In what way did Luo Can cut off his right arm? When did it return to its original position?

These problems are like a nightmare of horror, spreading rapidly in people's hearts...

"There are too many extra movements and too slow, and the internal force runs slowly if it is still... Obviously the internal force is not too strong." He Yang Xinci casually threw Luo Can's arm to the ground as he spoke. "A person like you can also be the leader of a gang... The level of the Central Plains Wulin is worrying..."

He was ridiculing this undoubtedly, but for a while, no one came out to refute it.

The only sound that followed was Luo Can's painful groan when he fell to the ground...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

His actions immediately ignited a chain reaction. The people of Hailongmen ran away clean in an instant, and even the corpses of their young master were not needed.

The members of the Beggar Gang are better than them, and I don’t know who in the crowd shouted..."Protect the Gangmaster!" Then, a few nearby Beggars’ disciples rushed up and stunned those who were unconscious. Luo Can dragged it back and withdrew with everyone...

When these two factions ran away, there is no need for Bai Meijiao to stay. Everyone is not stupid, everyone can see that the martial arts of He Yang Xinci is no longer as high as "number"; no matter how many shrimp soldiers and crabs will be, it won't work for him.

Unexpectedly...

"Baimei teaches the audience to listen!" Feng Meiyu's expression was surprisingly calm.

"Yes...Yes!" The disciples behind her were so drunk by her, and they all came back to their senses.

"You immediately divided into two groups and withdrew out of the town. If you didn't see me in Shenshi, you would withdraw to the main altar on your own and proceed with your plan." Feng Meiyu gave the order with a very firm attitude.

And the congregation under her...After a little hesitation, they also quickly implemented this order.

It is different from the performance in many film and television works. They did not say "Master, we will not go!" or "Go together" and other lines.

True rivers and lakes, real people, at the moment of life and death, are often ignorant, and there are not so many people who can put life and death away and be loyal...In fact, they are pitiful.

In a short while, the Baimei church members all ran away; in the middle of the street, there were only four people, a corpse, and an arm left.

"Look at this posture... you are planning to fight to the death." He Yang Xinci didn't rush to do it. He knew that if you want to plant fear into those people's hearts, you can't be too fast.

Sometimes, fear not only stems from "unknown", but also from "understanding".

He needs to slow down the pace of the killing so that people can reflect on what happened.

"I'm not afraid of death." Feng Meiyu is telling the truth. Her life is already a tragedy. After revenge, all she gets is endless emptiness and physical and mental torture, so she doesn't care about herself very much. Life, "But I am not going to die in vain."

"Are you going to die with me?" He Yang Xinci asked again.

"That's not necessarily." Feng Meiyu said.

"Oh?" He Yang Xinci had actually sensed the threat that was approaching quietly, but he still calmly motioned to the other party to continue.

"Because... there are many people who are not afraid of death like me." Feng Meiyu continued.

When she said this, a few more people appeared on the street.

To be precise, there are five people.

These five people are male and female. They are of different ages and sects, but they all have one thing in common. They all use swords.

"Xie Xiuwen, a Confucian swordsman, Meng He, a layman of Zizhu, Qiu Baqi, a sword of heaven, Tang Ling, a poisonous spider sword, and a horse riding a cloud in the South China Sea..." He Yang Xinci glanced across the faces of these people in turn, his mouth The names of these people were reported one by one, "Um... almost."

"What's the end?" Qiu Baqi is a thin man in his forties. He looks gentle, but his personality is quite impulsive and aggressive. "Is your life span?"

"Heh..." He Yang Xinci chuckled lightly, disregarding the provocation, "I mean...you guys stop here, the prestigious swordsmen of the Central Plains Wu Lin are almost here. ."

What he said is not bad, except for the two dead people Duan Keyi and Miandaoren, and Leng Yuqiu, the descendant of the godly swordsmanship, these five swordsmen have the best reputation in the arena. .

"It's fine if you know." Tang Ling's hand was already on the sword.

"I'll let you see if there is no one in Central Plains Wulin!" Qiu Bachi is obviously the kind of person who can kill him just to breathe.

"One, I want the story of the sword dance, and the other, I don’t want to take orders from you, so... I think... I’ll kill you~ IndoMTL.com~ Mr. Zizhu has a habit of talking, just follow the steps. , The order is in order, and... he doesn’t like to lie.

"Huh...I don't mean anything else, anyway, as long as it is a Japanese pirate, I see one kill one!" Ma Tayun's son, daughter-in-law, and grandson... all died at the hands of the Japanese pirates. So, for those who come from Dongying, he is a killer regardless of good or bad.

"You barbarian of the Japanese country...I want you to pay for it today!" And Xie Xiuwen would stand up, not surprising.

The master of the Xie family, who has been in a semi-retired state in the mansion, deliberately disguised himself this time and came to Linlu town secretly, just to protect his grandson at a critical moment.

He thought that his grandson would be accompanied by Uncle Liu, so he didn't have to worry too much; he would need to do it himself only in the evening and on New Year's Eve.

Unexpectedly...Xie Wuhua would die in the inn in broad daylight.

Xie Xiuwen has been looking for Leng Yuqiu since he learned of the death of his grandson, but at that time, the latter had left the inn and disappeared, and did not show up here until today.

Therefore, whether as a member of the Central Plains Martial Arts or out of personal grievances, Xie Xiuwen must come out to fight the opponent.

"Okay...well..." He Yang Xinci faced the five great swordsmen and the leader of Baimei, still without fear.

On the contrary, there was excitement on his face.

"You are welcome... Let's get on the six together." At this moment, He Yang Xinci... untied the strap outside the weapon at his hand, and tore off the rag that was used for wrapping.

Next, an unsheathed samurai sword with a total length of about one and five meters... appeared in front of everyone.

When He Yang Xinci took up the weapon, he finally put on a real "posture" and said: "Your words...should make me enjoy a little bit of fun."