Ancient Road of Hanging Sword.

Located at the junction of Qingzhou and Liangzhou, it runs through the towering Qiyun Mountains, which is the main road between the north and the south.

According to unofficial history, there was a sword immortal with great cultivation in the previous dynasty who hung his sword corpse here to remove him. After his death, he had a sword intent and went north for 30,000 miles and killed the soul of a cave realm monster in the northern wilderness.

It is said that this ancient road of hanging swords was the sword marks slashed out by the sword immortal five hundred years ago with a blow before his death.

This day.

The autumn wind is bleak.

The maple leaves all over the mountain seem to be in full swing, causing waves of red waves.

The sun shrank westward and the dusk became darker.

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from the north of the ancient road, and several galloping figures were moving quickly towards Qingzhou.

The leader was dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, and was proud of his youth. He was tall and covered with sky blue satin robe and embroidered with gorgeous golden patterns.

The arms were rolled up with five iron rings each.

The top was half open, and the chest was piled into strips, with a few lustrous lumps of fat.

There were eight people following the strong man, and they looked like they were not good at faces. They shouted and whistled along the way, and they seemed to be not like this, which was not enough to vent their excitement.

"Brother Biao, thanks to your care, the brothers have made a lot of money in this deal!"

A player in the team was wearing a soapy Taoist robe, with thin cheeks and two long beards on his lips and smiled flatteringly.

"Hahahaha, as long as you guys follow me, you will be sure to have meat every day in the future."

Kuang Biao laughed to the sky with great pride.

This group of people just robbed a rich second-generation daughter. They were really fat and it was worthwhile to follow them for many days and have some hard work.

Speaking of which, "The Heavens" is simply a blessing for their bandit players. In the game, the characters died, except for the magic weapon of the natal body, all the items and goods on them were lost.

Therefore, as long as one fat sheep is caught, the harvest is worth the few months they worked hard to move bricks in the dungeon!

Although the risk of doing this business is extremely high and the reputation is not good, but if you get real money, who cares about those irrelevant infamous names?

So what if the name is so red, just find a deep mountain forest to hide in it. After avoiding the limelight, it will be another bandit hero after coming out!

If people are not cruel these days, they are only worthy of begging for food with timidity!

Since he started to do a gang business in the game, Kuangbiao tasted the sweetness and felt like he had discovered a shortcut to getting rich. He began to go further and further on the road of killing and robbing people, and his techniques became more and more skillful and experienced. He had a smooth journey after more than a dozen votes, not to mention how exciting it was.

The most important thing is its majesty!

The domineering aura that comes with the appearance of a big villain is shocked by all kinds of tiger bodies, and they are arrogant and domineering. Everyone who sees them is frightened and can be slaughtered.

Of course, the above was purely made up by him.

But this doesn't matter. Kuang Biao's goal is to become a generation of bandits who are famous all over the world, such as "Yunze Nine Evils", "Xuanying Five Thorns", "Proud World Meeting Seven Heroes".

He had prepared his name for the gang in the future. When he became famous, he immediately raised funds to establish a faction and established a sect and established a gang!

At that time, I will attract a lot of money to a few lonely masters on the bandit road, collectively known as the "Biaomen's evil people", which sounds even more majestic!

Thinking of this, Kuang Biao couldn't help but glance at the younger brother beside him from the corner of his eyes. He thought that these people could only act as thugs at most. In the future, if they want to make the name of Biao Sect, they have to find those top professional players with abilities.

Just as he was thinking, Kuang Biao suddenly hopped his eyelids and he suddenly tied the reins of the green horse under his crotch, and raised his hand to stop everyone.

It turned out that on the mountain road next to the ancient road, a monk wearing a gray monk's robe and a hat appeared.

This monk seemed ordinary on the outside, as if he was just passing by, but for some reason, Kuang Biao, who was used to licking blood from the knife, felt a strong warning.

"Brother Biao, what's the situation?" The Taoist priest came up and asked in a low voice.

Kuang Biao made a gesture of silence. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the monk's figure, looking a little surprised and suspicious.

I saw the monk going down the mountain road, walking straight to the Ancient Road of Xuanjian, standing in front of them without saying a word.

"Who is coming from the front? Can you sign up?" Kuang Biao couldn't help but frown and asked in a deep voice.

"Fellow Taoist, the little monk was entrusted by someone to come to find you and find a cause and effect." The young monk took off his hat and slowly raised his head, revealing a pretty smiling face with red lips and white teeth. His plain face was as smooth as jade, and there was a bright and vermilion vertical mark between his eyebrows, adding a bit of spiritual energy that is not as good as the world.

"Oh, what cause and effect?" Kuang Biao straightened his body and sneered.

"Three days ago, did fellow Taoist intercept and kill five players at the door of the Demon Cave dungeon [Bone Pipa Cave] outside Beiliang City at one moment?" The monk asked with a smile.

"What is Shen Shi Yi? Tell me directly, and if you have something to do, don't just talk about something you can't understand!" Kuang Biao cursed angrily.

"All right……"

The young monk touched his naked head and said helplessly: "Then let me change the simple question. Is the fellow Taoist called Kuang Biao?"

"Management is just Kuangbiao. If you don't change your name or your surname, what do you want, you little man?"

"Since it's the real master, it seems that the little monk has not found the wrong person, so that's easy."

The young monk nodded in a clear way, as if he was relieved. He saw a smile on the corner of his mouth slowly restrained and said seriously: "Fellow Daoist Kuang Biao, the little monk wants to borrow the head on your neck for use."

"Just you?" Kuang Biao was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile contemptuously. He raised the whip and pointed it around, "Brothers, some people come to seek revenge without knowing whether they can. Who will educate him for me?"

"Brother Biao, I'll do it!!"

Before Kuang Biao finished speaking, a cavalry rushed out quickly next to him.

"Little white-faced, I don't care where you come from. I dare to provoke our Brother Biao. Today I will let you know how great my grandfather is!" The man smiled grimly and waved a copper-cast ghost-headed sword. The blade was shining with red light, which was obviously of good quality.

With the help of horsepower, this man killed the monk in a blink of an eye. He passed by and swung his sword to slash at the monk's neck.

Seeing that the monk was about to have another place in his head, blood splattered on the spot.

However, the ghost-headed sword quickly slashed down, but it seemed to be slashed on the iron wall of the copper wall. The huge recoil force suddenly overturned the person from the horse's back and flew backwards.

Wow!!

With a shrill scream, the murderer who held the knife happened to fall in front of the crazy horse without bias, vomiting blood.

Kuang Biao lowered his head and glanced at him, his tightly pursed lips and couldn't help but twitch slightly.

The tiger's mouth, which was holding the knife, just now, broke, and was covered in blood.

Looking at the monk, he stood there with a thin figure just like nothing, without any damage. His movement of blocking the knife was simply to raise his hands and fold his hands in front of his neck.

It was this pair of flesh palms that looked like flawless white jade, which was slashed with a spiritual weapon-level weapon!
Chapter completed!