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Chapter 321 Beheading and Washing the Sword for Three Thousand Miles (two in one long chapter)

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that a sword madman was born, and he went straight to the Evergreen Pavilion in Changqing Mountain!

Somewhere in a small town in Fufeng, in an inn.

It was the shock in the eyes of Mengyue Xue, who was still dressed in strong clothes. Although they were warriors, they were not very fast because they had to take care of the patient Chuanlian. It was passed on first.

It's just that this news is really too scary.

The girl carefully put Chuan Lian's wrist back into the quilt, and Li Laosan was sitting on a chair beside him with a big horse and a golden knife, holding a cup of tea in his hand. You can also hear the voices of the quacks on the first floor clearly.

When he heard that Sun Jing, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, was also defeated by that saber maniac, Li Laosan slapped his mouth with a little disdain.

Tsk, this grandson is planning to cheat people again...

I don't know if Bulaoge will be killed directly.

Meng Yuexue stood up, looked at Li Laosan, thought for a while, lowered her voice, and said:

"Brother Li Yan, this sword maniac is Brother Wang..."

Youngest Li was slightly taken aback, knowing that he couldn't hide it from the young girl in front of him, so he didn't try to hide it, and readily admitted it, quite complacently, saying:
"It's my young master!"

Although she had guessed earlier, after hearing the news, Meng Yuexue still felt dazed.

With a quick mind and his own situation, he understood the purpose of Wang Anfeng's behavior almost in a blink of an eye, and a trace of gratitude could not help but appear in his eyes.

Why is this...

Li Laosan never saw the strange color in the girl's eyes, but just squinted his eyes slightly. Hearing the discussion of the warriors downstairs, he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. Naturally, this feeling was not aimed at Wang Anfeng or Meng Yuexue, but in many According to the rumors, Gongsun Jing, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang who suffered a great loss and became a stepping stone to the sword maniac, and the cloud-swallowing gunman.

The thick and short man spat secretly, with a little jealousy and envy, and cursed in his heart:

"Grandma's legs... unexpectedly, Gongsun Jing, you old boy, took the lead..."

"This bastard sent me out on purpose."

"We must give him a good meal when we go back..."

"Oh shit!"

At this moment, Fu heard the martial artist downstairs seem to be talking about something very important, lowered his voice, couldn't help opening his eyes, mobilized his inner strength, and listened quietly.

"By the way, that sword maniac, did he draw his sword all the way and clean up all the Bulao Pavilion sub-altars along the way?"

An old voice replied:

"Do not……"

"It's strange to say that that person hasn't committed any crimes along the way..."

"However, it is right not to draw the sword."

The young voice from before said: "How to say..."

The old man smiled and said: "It is rumored that the Pavilion Master's order has been handed down from the Blessing Pavilion, but all the important figures in the Bold Pavilion, as well as the warriors above the ninth rank, have all been transferred back to this pavilion, even if you are a sword madman. You can only kill ordinary disciples, but you all know that that sword maniac is too lazy to attack those outer disciples..."

The young man didn't care about the second half of the old man's words, and focused all his attention on the front. He couldn't help but gasped, and said:
"All the elite disciples retreat without fighting? This, this..."

"This is too majestic and overbearing..."

The old man sighed and said, "Who says it's not..."

Li Lao San squinted his eyes in the guest room on the second floor, raised the corners of his mouth, tapped lightly with his right hand on the table, and said in his heart:

"That's right, you want to be majestic, you want to be domineering..."

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful..."

Just when he was in a happy mood, Fu thought about how he was transferred out when the young master was so majestic, and he couldn't witness it with his own eyes, so he couldn't help feeling a lot of resentment, spit to the side, cursed secretly, and said:
"Go to his mother's Gongsun Jing."

"You old boy, wait for me..."

The young man downstairs was holding a wine glass, dazed in a daze, and suddenly thought of something again, and asked:
"Then, does the old man know where the sword madman is at this time?"

The old man stroked his beard, with a slightly serious expression on his face, and said:

"How can the old man know about this?"

"However, now that two days have passed, I think it is only a hundred miles away from Changqing Mountain where the Bulao Pavilion is located."

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On the Evergreen Mountain, in the Bulao Pavilion.

In the past few days, many disciples have been transferred back, so the originally extremely spacious Bulao Pavilion seemed a bit congested for a while, not to mention facing such a big enemy, the owner of the Bulao Pavilion also sent a message to the friends he made when he was walking in the rivers and lakes. An emergency letter from the rivers and lakes.

The owner of the Bulao Pavilion is a genuine fifth-rank expert.

Raising one's hand can move ten li celestial phenomena. Thousands of years ago, when martial arts had not been spread all over the world, he was a master enough to be enshrined by the people of the whole place as gods and immortals. Wu, most of the people she made friends with were well-known warriors in the Jianghu, even if she was placed in the Jianghu of the entire Great Qin Dynasty, she would not be lonely and unknown.

These third-rank martial artists, this time, brought their subordinates or children from the clan to come to help their friends.

Surrounded by several young people, an old man walked outside the hall.

The long sword on the back is quite miraculous, brown in color with pine patterns on it, it is a well-known weapon in the Fufeng Jianghu, the Dingsong Sword, it was once on the list of Fufeng Famous Weapons of the Fire Refining Gate, but it itself is a A sixth-rank swordsman who is good at killing and killing, and has a huge family, there is no blind warrior who dares to tease the tiger's whiskers.

With a serious face and a serious face, he walked outside the hall, walked several hundred steps forward, and stopped suddenly.

The younger generation behind him was a little distracted, but at this moment the old man paused, subconsciously stopped, looked up, his expression suddenly changed.

On the martial arts arena, hundreds of warriors above rank nine were sitting cross-legged, with long swords and weapons horizontally placed on their knees, their eyes slightly closed, and the sound of breathing gradually became the same. Suddenly he seemed to see a hard-to-reach The invisible giant beast described, crouched on the martial arts arena with the Tai Chi diagram, breathing in and out, pulling the strong wind.

The huge oppressive force made his breathing freeze for a moment, his face turned pale, and he murmured:

"This...this is...?!"

"Look at it... This is the strongest trump card in the Pavilion of Birth."

"Evergreen."

"If that sword maniac dares to come, he will definitely be left here..."

The old man opened his mouth slowly, opened his eyes slightly, and clasped his right hand behind him indiscernibly. This slight change was captured by the eyes of the young man behind him, and turned into a look of surprise.

The old man in front of him is on guard.

Instinctively on guard.

That is to say, the martial artists of the lower third rank in front of him, at this moment, made a master who was above the upper level of the rivers and lakes feel that his life was threatened.

But... how is this possible?

A look of bewilderment appeared on the young man's face.

In the hall of Bulao Pavilion.

Although he is more than sixty years old, the Master of the Bulao Pavilion is still elegant and handsome, sitting at the top, his eyes are slightly closed, and a disciple below reports, clasping his fists and saying:

"Pavilion master, most of the disciples of the various altars have already withdrawn to the main pavilion, and they have also set up formations in the martial arts arena."

"The rest of the disciples didn't have enough time to travel, so they were broken up into pieces and scattered into the entire Fufeng County to ensure safety..."

Fortunately, Wen Lun waved his hand to make the disciple retreat, but he himself did not speak. The atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat depressed for a while, and the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind filled the building. At this time, no one could guarantee peace of mind, especially Mei Feng and Qu Kang'an when they went down the mountain Afterwards, such bad news came back.

Even Xing Wenlun himself is still a little unsure about what kind of ability that sword maniac has, which can defeat the great elders of the faction and the leader of the giant whale gang, and can kill one of his own after being surrounded. The sixth-rank master was beaten paralyzed on the bed, his meridians were stagnated, and he was like a disabled person.

He raised his hand to drink the tea, but there was no warm touch on the corner of his lips. Only then did he realize that at some point, the tea in his hand had been drunk by himself.

Wanting to add water, but unwilling to do it, a trace of irritability appeared unconsciously in my heart.

Put the cup of tea on the table.

Xing Wenlun raised his eyes and looked outside the main hall. There are warriors who come and go, and there are also those who come and go. The disciples of this pavilion in the martial arts field formed a large array of guarding the mountain. The internal power is from the same source, outlining the world, forming a faintly visible blue pillar of energy , soaring into the sky, turning into the appearance of a high mountain.

This is what the Patriarch of the Bulao Pavilion realized while sitting on this mountain more than 100 years ago, and it is one of the truly secret skills.

Hundreds of disciples, with the same internal force, can almost temporarily rival a sixth-rank martial artist.

It's a pity that it's just enough to match in terms of internal strength, but it's still not an opponent.

This time, in order to be on the safe side, he not only took out the formation of the lower box, but also asked for help from the people he made friends in the rivers and lakes. He owed countless favors, but the result was quite satisfactory to him. Gathered more than twenty sixth-rank warriors. Although there is no grandmaster, this number is enough to deter ninety-nine percent of the warriors in the world.

In addition, he also took out many precious medicines from the Ancestral Pavilion to form another formation, which does not show toxicity, but can temporarily raise the internal strength he cultivated to the peak of the fifth rank. Under that master, it is not impossible for the strongest person to reach the fourth rank.

At that time, some disciples formed a formation, pinned it down, and attacked by themselves, and twenty sixth-rank masters swept the formation around them.

Even if it is a fourth-rank martial artist, he must stay in this not old pavilion.

Thoughts turned in my heart, thinking of my careful arrangements today, thinking of those warriors who came to support me, I confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, those restlessness gradually disappeared, and what appeared instead was the confidence and calmness of being a first-class master in the Jianghu.

Above the main hall of the Bulao Pavilion, visions gradually emerged, stretching for more than ten miles.

That Dingsong sword stroked his beard, opened his eyes slightly, shook his head and sighed, saying:
"Such a fighting spirit... It seems that Brother Xing is already [-]% sure in his heart."

"That knife maniac is sure to die."

Just at this time, a stream of light suddenly shot in, riding on the clouds and fog, and the vision that gradually spread in the sky was like a reflection in the water. Affected by this, ripples appeared and gradually blurred.

The energy dissipated.

A man in a strong blue suit strode in, his face slightly distorted.

It seems angry, it seems surprised, it seems full of aggrieved and depressed.

Dingsongjian frowned slightly.

what happened?
in the hall.

Xing Wenlun opened his eyes with a little displeasure, looking at the man who rushed in and interrupted his momentum.

But he is the leader of a faction after all, and the expression on his face is only fleeting, but he is still peaceful. He raised his hand to pick up the drained teacup beside him, and said lightly:
"Brother Wu...why are you so panicked?"

The man surnamed Wu's expression changed several times, he waved his fist bitterly, and said:

"Don't prepare!"

"That sword maniac didn't intend to come to your Changqing Mountain at all..."

Xing Wenlun's expression froze for a moment.

After a long while, Cai just widened his eyes slightly as if he couldn't believe it, and said, "What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man who rushed here exhaled foul breath, gave Xing Wenlun a sympathetic look, and said:
"The knife maniac didn't intend to come over at all."

"He just arrived at a county town near the foot of Changqing Mountain."

Fortunately, Wen Lun heard it clearly this time, and couldn't help but tremble a little, saying:
"But him, how could he...how dare he do that!"

"Isn't he afraid of being ridiculed by the heroes of the world?!"

There was a moment of silence, and someone whispered and said:
"It seems that he never said that he came to us..."

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more quiet.

Xing Wenlun's complexion was slightly pale, and he almost opened his mouth to tell the story of Tian Dao Kuang's slap in the face to him a few days ago, but he held back. Only a few people in the sect knew about it, and no one in the Jianghu knew about it, and it was impossible for him Speak out this matter and slap yourself in the face.

Regarding today's events, people who know the truth naturally understand that this is the method of the sword maniac, but in the eyes of people in the Jianghu, it is that the sword maniac has obviously stopped, and he is too lazy to trouble himself and others, but scares the entire Bold Pavilion. Stand by.

He could almost imagine how this matter would be widely rumored in the world tomorrow.

And for this false trick, not only did he accept huge favors, he also used a lot of precious medicines, and even called back [-]% of the elite disciples, and the power of the sect would shrink after this incident.

Fortunately, Wen Lun only felt a surge of depression in his chest and abdomen at this time, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.

Tangxia Mei Feng also thought of the consequences of this matter.

But he was greatly relieved.

Dao Kuang's move today was just to calculate the old house, but people in the Jianghu don't know that if a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, the Dao Kuang's move has been successful. The so-called arrival in the county must be just a cover, and he has already escaped. out.

After judging the current situation in his mind, he was unstoppable, and a risky plan emerged.

That is to take the initiative to lead people to the county where they are located at this time.

At this time, Dao Kuang must be no longer there. With this move, on the one hand, he can use this matter to become famous in the world, and on the other hand, he can restore some reputation of the Bulao Pavilion, and it can also make the owner of the pavilion look at him with admiration and become his confidant.

Although there is a certain danger, Mei Feng himself is an extremely bold and crazy person. This action can be seen from confronting many elders a few days ago, using suicide as an excuse to retreat and dispel the doubts of many elders.

With this thought in mind, without the slightest hesitation, Mei Feng stepped out, bowed down to Xing Wenlun, and said:
"Pavilion Master, this dog is crazy, and this subordinate is willing to take people to that county to fight with him!"

Fortunately, Wen Lun glanced at him and instantly understood what the former was thinking. Although there was a certain danger, he had no choice but to do so in order to wash off the reputation of the Unold Pavilion. When his face recovered a little, he said slowly:
"Wanwang be careful..."

"Yes, this subordinate understands!"

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Immediately there were more than a dozen fast horses, galloping down Changqing Mountain, heading straight for the nearest county town, they hadn't entered yet, but approached the wine shop outside the city, Mei Feng's complexion paled in an instant.

The wine flag was flying.

But there was only one diner, wearing a dark suit and looking indifferent.

There was extremely thick snow next to it, and the ink knife had been pulled out at some point, and it was inserted upside down under the white snow. The frost and snow were cold, which also made the blade's edge even sharper, and the sharp air rushed towards his face.

Mei Feng raised his hand to rein in the steed, his face had lost all color, but he didn't dare to move rashly, let alone run away, he was afraid that if there was any movement, there would be a thunderous saber slashing at his head , eyes widened, looking at the knife maniac that exceeded his expectations, only dared to scream in his heart...

How dare he? !

After teasing the whole Bulao Pavilion, you still dare to swagger and buy wine here? !
Crazy?
Hadn't he thought about how he would get out? !

madman!Madness!
At this moment, the black warrior over there seemed to be a little aware of it, and turned his head, revealing an indifferent face.

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"With the power of one person, we can force back a large faction of the Jianghu!"

"While selling wine, he beheaded and returned home. The name of sword madness spread all over the world!"

In the restaurant, an old man patted the gavel in his hand, his beard was disheveled, and he yelled loudly, which attracted everyone in the hall to applaud.

Second floor room.

A handsome young man in a blue shirt listened to the screams below, a faint blush appeared on his face, he held a pen in his right hand, and wrote something on the table, then hung his wrist to stop the pen, looked up and down, as if Quite satisfied, he lifted it up and gently pasted it on a somewhat rough wine jar. With a gentle smile on his lips, he said softly:

"Uncle Li, this is for you... the first jar of good wine."

"Although it was only played at the nearby wine shop, I came up with a very good name."

Wang Anfeng got up, and there was a heavy knife lying on the table next to him, the whole body was black, except the blade was cold.

The knife buzzed and whistled.

With clean eyebrows and eyes, the young man said softly:

"Beheading and washing the knife for three thousand miles."

PS; two in one offer...

An Feng still doesn't have that kind of background and a big gang, so he just let out a bad breath for the time being. This episode is over for the time being, and today we have to sort out the next section. There is only one update (cup fist)
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