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Dali border.

The long and narrow level disappears into the dense forest.

Song Xian faced the natural scenery of the green lake, the red maple and the yellow leaves, and had no interest in admiring it. The border in the distance looked like an ancient castle. Looking from the outside, he could not detect the presence of anyone inside.

"Why aren't you here, Master Liu?!" Yang Songxian is a standard impatient person. Although you can't tell from his appearance, people who are familiar with him know that his name is "Jade Faced Charmander" which is more appropriate.

The setting sun buried the clear sky, and the place where he stood under the autumn wind was as poetic as a fairyland.

But a burst of noise broke all the peace.

Looking through the bushes, it turned out that an old man and a young man were surrounded by a group of bandits. The old man kept yelling something. The young man had a sword, but he was obviously frightened by the murderous intent of the bandits and could not draw it out. Song Xianlu saw injustice.

, stepped forward to understand the situation. He was so good at lightness that no one among so many people heard his movement.

But the bandit interrupted the old man's words sternly: "Fan Tieqiao, have you finished scolding? You are indeed eloquent, but don't worry, I can't understand! Brothers, you are ready, as long as you catch these two as threats

,The Hate-Drinking Knife is just around the corner!”

The Drinking Hate Knife? Song Xian was stunned: Who are these people? Why do they want to seize the Drinking Hate Knife? Are they not just ordinary bandits! And are the old and the young really the people of the Short Knife Valley?

He first set foot in Sichuan and Shu, and did not understand the current situation in Sichuan and Shu. He had only heard of Fan Tieqiao's reputation. Like Liu Wujin and Lin Chujiang, he belonged to the seven leaders of the Short Blade Valley, but he was the only literati among them. Iron Teeth and Bronze Teeth were

Weapons, and the old man with a bookish temperament in front of him can match each other.

Reason tells Yang Songxian: Don’t be impulsive! Don’t be impulsive!

It is said that once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years, and if you are taken advantage of by a bearded man during the day, it is not just your own shame.

"Tch, what do you mean by your dark and ambiguous Taoism? You have no place in Sichuan and Sichuan. If you want to hurt Uncle Fan, ask me about Lu Cheng's sword first!" The young man, no, he should still be a young boy, older than himself.

Be lighter and have more energy.

Song Xian chewed softly: "Black and ambiguous Taoism?" After thinking for a long time, he became more and more confused: Why are so many passers-by coveting the Yinhen knife? The knife thief during the day, and the black and ambiguous Taoism in front of him, won.

Nan said, as well as the imperial courts of the Jin and Song Dynasties, they all wanted to drink the Hate Sword... Why did everyone do it?

Looking at it again, I couldn't help but be surprised. The boy's sword skills were clean and neat. Within three moves, he forced the bandit leader to take five steps back. Although he was a little immature, he was still a level above those of his age. Song Xian

I couldn't help being surprised and surprised. I stood up to admire it. Lu Cheng's swordsmanship should be characterized by great strength, speed and fierceness. By the age of seventeen or eighteen, he should be a pillar. Although the bandits were numerous, they were all stunned at this time.

With his eyes, Lu Cheng felt like he was sharpening a blunt bamboo with a long saw in his hand. The boss's sleeves were broken into sections, piece after piece, like discarded sawdust. In less than a stick of incense, you could clearly see the sharp cuts.

Thin bamboos turned into chopsticks - the boss is basically naked...

Seeing the boss being teased and insulted, Song Xian couldn't help but snicker, and the subordinates around him burst into laughter. At this moment, Song Xian felt strange, and someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and was surprised to find that there was a black man in front of Lu Cheng.

The man in clothes, his skills are so fast, his sword is even faster, like the ashes of a candle accidentally knocked over, they fly away quickly when encountering the breeze, disappearing without a trace between his eyelashes, while the ashes of the candle are scattered in every corner of the air!

However, Song Xian understood that this kind of light and strange sword technique was not impossible to break. For example, his own silk sword technique could make candle ashes fly slowly when exposed to the sun. Although the dust was light, the light was brighter.

Light, blending the dust into the light, making this sword surrender to the silk sword... Song Xian couldn't help but be ready to move, and grasped the weapon in his hand.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the light and cunning sword was very powerful. In less than ten moves, the child on the opposite side was already in a hurry. Song Xian was just watching, watching the man in black win, thinking he would stop, but he unexpectedly pressed forward step by step.

Chasing souls and taking lives...

Song Xian has a chivalrous heart, but the more he looks at him, the more unfair he becomes. How can he be allowed to kill a child?

It is said that Lu Cheng's vitals had been violated eight times in the blink of an eye. The man in black was using his sword fiercely and sparing no effort. Lu Cheng was frightened. He gasped and retreated while catching the sword. His life was hanging by a thread. He stumbled back.

At the same time, the man in black was merciless and struck Lu directly with his sword!

Lu Cheng only cared about himself not to fall, but he didn't expect that he would take advantage of others' danger and there was no way he could protect himself. Fan Tieqiao screamed in shock. He said it was too late and then he was too late. In the middle of the battle, there was another sword attack, and white light shrouded him.

, when I saw that handsome young man in white, I couldn’t believe that he had martial arts skills, and I couldn’t believe that he could intercept the man in black. He was able to stop him so neatly and completely that it made people stunned!

Fan Tieqiao saw that Lu Cheng had escaped from death, and rushed forward to hug him and ask questions. He turned around and saw a strange expression on the face of the man in black: "Young Master Yang, I have been waiting for this sword for a long time!" Song Xian was startled:

"So you wanted to kill the child just to lure me out. Who are you? How could you recognize me?"

"Just because the sword you just struck was like a gurgling stream, don't you know that you are the famous Silk Sword in the martial arts world?"

Both Fan Tieqiao and Lu Cheng suddenly realized this, and were surprised and happy. Song Xian was ashamed: "I wonder what your name is?" "I don't dare. It's Guo Chang, the second master of the Black and Ambiguous Taoist Association." Guo Chang stopped his smile and said, "Young Master Yang,

As expected, it is better to meet than to be famous. We all belong to the sword class, and I really want to compete with Shaoxia to see if I am stronger with the Fan Weak Sword or Shaoxia with the Ginseng Sword!"

"What else? He knocked you back with just one sword strike!" Fan Tieqiao interrupted at the wrong time.

Guo Chang smiled slightly: "If Yang Shaoxia wins, and the brothers present today will testify, will Hei Huimidao fight for the drink and hate the knife again, and let these two people go, but if Shaoxia doesn't win or doesn't agree, these two people will be on the spot."

When the Fa is rectified, no matter how fast the young knight's sword is, it will not be faster than so many of our brothers!"

"If I agree, wouldn't I be at a huge disadvantage?" Song Xian said to himself stupidly, "There are only three possibilities, and only one is beneficial to me..."

"What nonsense? Are you comparing or not?!"

Song Xian knew that Guo Chang had a bad temper. Although he and Fan Lu met by chance, they should help each other when there was injustice on the road, so he couldn't care less, so he bravely accepted the challenge. Just as he nodded, Guo Chang's pot of candle ashes had already been knocked over.

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Fan Tieqiao and Lu Cheng held their breath and concentrated, even more nervous than they were in the battle. Guo Chang was a figure who moved the wind and rain in the dark and ambiguous path of Sichuan and Sichuan. Legend has it that his swordsmanship has ranked among the top ten in Sichuan and Sichuan. Lu Cheng wanted to appreciate it out of curiosity.

Look at the superb swordsmanship from Shandong, and Fan Tieqiao is all about two words - verification, verification whether this young man can enter the short knife valley and dominate the world!

No wonder they are nervous, because the speed of Guo and Yang is dozens of times faster than that of Guo Lu Battle, so fast that the light is extinguished and the wind dries up!

Under the lightning speed, there is still courage and charm that is soft on the outside and strong on the inside! Fan Tieqiao can't tell who is Song Xian and who is Guo Chang, so he can only pray silently. In fact, Lu Cheng understands that Song Xian has the advantage from the beginning

, his swordsmanship is obviously better than Guo Chang's!

Where is the profundity? Lu Cheng's eyes followed closely, and he tried hard to recall the swordsmanship he had seen. Guo Chang's swordsmanship was like a thunder. If he couldn't keep up with his speed, he could only be frightened. He couldn't guess when he would draw the sword, so he was uneasy, and every time

A sound of thunder comes suddenly and cannot be resisted. The sound touches the heart and wakes people up. However, Song Xian's swordsmanship is like the dark clouds in the sky, light and elegant. Beyond the thunder, it tells the story of the passing of the stars, and the threads hanging from the sky are connected to the human body.

, to keep the thunder out of the clouds. The clouds may seem thin, but in fact they are connected to the entire sky. If you are not careful, the sky will collapse, leaving thunder nowhere to emerge...

Hundreds of moves came suddenly, and even a layman like Fan Tieqiao could clearly see that this jade-faced little white dragon was definitely the winner...

The sword fight lasted for about a stick of incense, and there was no doubt about the outcome.

After Yang Songxian's victory, Guo Chang kept his promise and worked with him to evacuate all his men.

What a gang of gangsters from the Taoist Association, and they actually didn't cause Fan Tieqiao any more trouble, and even threatened the Sichuan and Sichuan bandits to give up their pursuit of the Drinking Hate Knife. After this battle, Fan Tieqiao naturally admired Yang Songxian greatly, and at that time he had some attraction to him.

He came up with the idea of ​​entering the Valley of the Short Knife.

That night, after Fan Tieqiao met Liu Wujin, he told him his thoughts. Liu Wujin nodded and said that although Yang Songxian was strong in martial arts, he lacked experience in martial arts. Now he explained the process of Yang Songxian chasing the Yinhen knife in a confused way.

Already.

Fan Tieqiao smiled and patted Liu Wujin on the shoulder. Any inexperienced person, as long as he follows you Liu Wujin for a while, is he afraid that he will not become bad? His words are full of love for Yang Songxian.

Seeing Liu Wujin and Fan Tieqiao playing around, Song Xian suddenly missed his sworn brother Lin Shengnan. This was the first time Song Xian left Shandong. Like Shengnan, he was ordered by the village leader to help find the double sword: Shengnan, Shengnan.

Nan, I wonder where you are at this moment? I hope the Yinhen Dao can be found smoothly. Let’s go back to Tai’an together and stop worrying about the Short Knife Valley...
Chapter completed!