Comprehensive martial arts: starting from Xiao Li Feidao's nephew

Chapter 151 Murder

The Eight Great Sword Kings are Fang Yingkan's subordinates, and they are also the eight guardians that Fang Geyin left behind for Fang Yingkan.

They are "Pengmen Five Tigers" Peng Jian, "Dream Broken Knife" Xi Liantian, "Meeting Treasure Sword" Meng Kongkong, "Bafang Tibetan Knife" Miao Bafang, "Lingding Knife" Cai Xiaotou, "Da Kaitian Xiao Pidi" Xiao Sha, "71 Family" Xiao Bai, and "Female Sword King" Zhao Lanrong.

Among these eight people, Meng Kongkong and Zhao Lanrong are both rank nine martial arts, while the rest are rank eight.

This kind of combination is still on the edge of the upper circle in Lin'an Mansion, and the eight people working together can compete against innate masters.But now under the Yuan Thirteen Limits, there are already a lot of talents, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, small trio masters can count on it, they can only settle for the next best thing, and become shameless handymen in daily life.

The eight people discussed anxiously for a while, Meng Kongkong took Peng Jian, Zhao Lanrong took Xi Liantian, and the remaining four entered the three mountains of Tianshan respectively.

Of course, they also know that each other has become cannon fodder for exploring the way. A team with a large number of people has such confidence, but the final winner will never be the bottom-level people who risk their lives.

But their martial arts are low, their status is low, their power is low, and they have almost nowhere to be admired. Now they have no choice but to use the knife in their hands to seek a way out, and pin their hope of survival on the legendary Zhuge Zhengwo's kindness.

Zhao Lanrong's elder brother is Zhao Qiuxi, the "Knife King" of the power gang, she was able to climb the dragon and become the phoenix, and she has the title of "Female Sword King".But let alone the brother-sister relationship, even if his elder brother came here in person, he would definitely not receive any courtesy and preferential treatment, unless Li Chenzhou personally entrusted him.

This is bound to be an extremely tragic battle. This is also the normal state of the world. Everyone is ready to sacrifice. Only in this way can they get Cai Jing's appreciation, the world's awe, and the power of the sky. Zhengdao can sacrifice his life for the chivalry in his heart. They Naturally, it is also possible to take risks for the desire for power, and to give this action no less honorable meaning than the former.

The eight people were nervous at first, then excited, and then turned into an indescribable excitement.

This is the cleverness of people who have been fighting in the rivers and lakes for many years. When they face difficulties, they have a self-hypnotic reaction, which makes them forcibly abandon all negative emotions.

But this time, nothing happened.

Puzzled, they drove straight all the way to the end, and finally the three groups joined together, and the Eight Great Sword Kings reappeared, and saw a lonely temple on the hillside in front of them in shock.

It was dawn, and wisps of cooking smoke hovered up into the sky from the temple. You could smell the fragrance of porridge and hear the clinking of pots and pans.

They're... cooking?
The Eight Great Sword Kings stood still and hesitated. They looked at each other and saw inexplicable confusion in each other's eyes, but they were not prepared to rush forward.

They can hear each other, and the other should hear them.

Sure enough, not long after, a young man came out of the temple with a bowl of porridge and looked down from the hillside.

The famous Eight Great Swordsmen in the Jianghu seemed to be just eight fellow villagers to this young man. He squatted down and drank gruel along the side of the bowl before opening his mouth, "You are the Eight Great Swordsmen? With you It's really audacious to have such a title in martial arts, and it's a miracle that your little master is familiar with Di Qinglin, but he didn't kill you eight lunatics."

When he said this, he turned his head and greeted him, his voice spread far and wide, "It's the Eight Great Sword Kings, come out and have a look!"

There was a hustle and bustle inside.

Judging from the meaning of the young man, it was as if he had seen something weird and interesting, rather than a powerful enemy that could take people's lives.

The Eight Great Sword Kings were startled when they heard the words, and their faces turned gloomy at the same time, but after all, they were the ones who followed Fang Yingkan in Lin'an Mansion. With some effort in being a man, he didn't get angry for a while.

Someone gradually came out and watched them from the hillside.

First of all, a young girl in white clothes and a golden belt came together with a boy with a thick head and a thick head. The girl only glanced at them, and snorted without interest, "Is this also called the King of Swords?"

The young man said, "Rong'er, it's not easy for them to come here like this. They are alone and have no backing. We have also seen such soldiers when we were in the west. They were sent to die in order to find the way on the vast battlefield. Most of them are poor ghosts and vagabonds, very pitiful, you must say a few words."

The girl laughed and said, "Then I'll continue to pick up spoons."

The boy smiled, "I'll help you."

The two turned their heads back again.

The young girl's contempt is nothing to be concerned about, but the boy's words made the Eight Great Sword Kings feel very uncomfortable. If Zhuge is correcting me, I have to weigh it in my heart, not daring to move lightly.

The other party doesn't bother them, just treats them as farts, and of course they can only treat themselves as a fart and turn a deaf ear.

Another son came out, but he seemed to have finished eating, his stomach was slightly distended, and then he stared wide-eyed and observed the eight of them from head to toe, then cupped his hands and smiled, "The eight gentlemen are really impressive, they are worthy of the eight swords. Wang, Xiaosheng admires, admires. Ah, there are not eight brothers, there is also a sister."

These words were of course flattery, he smiled brightly and seemed to be sincere, but to his ears, he seemed to be more annoying than the previous couple.

The Eight Great Sword Kings squinted at him, but ignored him.

Brother Young Master scratched his head, probably knowing that he was not liked by others, so he backed away.

A man who was very handsome and somewhat thick came out, looked at the eight of them for a while, and then said in a slow voice, "Your martial arts are very high, but not high enough. It's really terrible to get involved in this fight. Listen to me A word of advice, in fact, the rivers and lakes don’t have to be in the wind and rain, and the light of swords and swords, if you have the intention to wake up, you should leave here.”

Peng Jian finally couldn't help it anymore, "Do you think your martial arts are very high? Why are we retiring instead of you?"

He could tell at a glance that this man's martial arts were not innate, just like the woman in white and gold belt.

The man smiled, as if looking at someone who asked why the sun is round, "I'm different from you."

He didn't say why it was different, and walked back.

The next young man has already come out. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is upright, and walks like a dragon and a tiger, with an ancient sword on his waist. When he walks out, he has a terrifying power, as if he can swallow the wind and ride the clouds.

When Zhao Lanrong saw his face, she almost had the urge to kneel down, because she followed her elder brother to watch Li Chenzhou, the lord of the power gang, at close range. The impression appeared again, and it came from a person who had no resemblance to Li Chenzhou.

Although the others did not have such experience as hers, they also tensed up, knowing that there was a difficult person to deal with.

But the young man took less than three steps, and he burped a lot when he opened his mouth, which ruined his temperament. He changed from a hero who was almost comparable to the majesty of the king, to a social idler who had just eaten and drank and quit doing nothing. person.

He turned to look at the eight people, and asked directly, "Will you fight? Are you friends or enemies?"

The man talks like a ruthless fighting machine without thinking.The Eight Great Sword Kings looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to say they were friends, let alone enemies.

The young man frowned, "Fight and not fight, retreat and never retreat!"

Turn around and go back to the temple.

The last one who came out was a man holding an embroidery needle. When he walked out, he still held a piece of clothing and an embroidery needle in his hand, and he sewed and mended all the way, as if he would never stop in his life.

Some people belittled the Eight Great Swordsmen before, and some people praised the Eight Great Swordsmen. The core is to underestimate, but underestimation is also a reaction, and sometimes ignorance is even worse than underestimation.Today, the Eight Great Sword Kings have been ridiculed all the time, and they don't care about more, they just want to know as much as possible about the comers, and pass all the information back.

Meng Kongkong took a step forward and said, "Ask this dear friend?"

The man was still concentrating on sewing, and it took a while to raise his head as if he had realized it, and smiled slightly, with a gentle, calm, and dull temperament in his smile.

Meng Kongkong had a flash of inspiration and thought of a legendary figure, "Your Excellency is the 'Tianyi has seams' Xu Tianyi under the command of Luoyang Wang Wenwan?"

Xu Tianyi said, "Master Wen ordered me to protect Lord Zhuge."

Meng Kongkong sighed, "It's a pity that Number Seven Under Heaven is dead. Without his 'Power Sword', how could he be able to withstand your 'Qi Sword'."

Xu Tianyi sewed two more stitches before saying slowly and coldly, "You want to remind me that Yuan Shisanxian is the master of Number Seven Under Heaven, and I am the son of Layman Tianyi and a guest of Lord Wen. If I stay here, Yuanshisanxian will record this account, and it will be inevitable to attack Layman Tianyi and Master Wen in the future, right?"

Meng Kongkong smiled and said, "Don't dare."

Xu Tianyi looked at him coldly and said, "Of course you don't dare, people like you don't even dare to tell the truth, how can you understand people who are not even afraid of death? I'm waiting here for Yuan Thirteen , tell him to kill me!"

After saying this, he also turned around and went back to the temple.

These people came and went, and in the end there was only one boy left.

The Eight Great Sword Kings have already guessed his identity, so who is it but Wang Xiaoshi, the direct disciple of Layman Tianyi?

Meng Kongkong had already thought to himself, Zhuge Zhengwo, the Four Famous Arrestors, and that Song Xu were left...these information were enough to pass on.

He hasn't figured out the attitude of this group of people yet, but each of them did have an extraordinary temperament, but they returned to the temple, saying that they had no intention of making a move. Maybe it was because they were confident enough in Wang Xiaoshi, maybe they were really chivalrous, or because they were really chivalrous. Or they deliberately let go of the eight people, there are many possibilities.

But all good news.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoshi had already finished his porridge, put the bowl on the ground, and stood up, "Are you leaving?"

Meng Kongkong said politely, "It's been a long time, it's been a long time."

Wang Xiaoshi sighed, "Do you eight know why everyone is not interested in you?"

Meng Kongkong said, "Would you like to hear the details?"

Wang Xiaoshi said, "Because I have never killed anyone, Da Guo personally went to the prison to find a death row prisoner to fight, but I flinched at the moment of leaving. Seeing that Uncle Yuan is coming, Little stones are so useless, it's really shameful, if you don't kill people now, you will suffer in the future sooner or later."

Meng Kongkong suddenly realized, "You are going to take us..."

Wang Xiaoshi nodded and said, "That's right, I will..."

He suddenly kept silent, and smiled slightly, "Oh, it's such a word that I dare not even say it."

With a tremor in his waist, the boy pressed his left hand on his waist, and then separated his hands at an indistinct speed.During this lightning-quick movement, the oddly shaped and strangely formed retention of swords has been split into two parts, and the left sword and the right sword appeared in his palm.

The eight sword kings took a step back at the same time, holding the swords in their hands.

Wang Xiaoshi really didn't dare to say.

But he dared to do it.

(End of this chapter)