final catastrophe

Chapter 380 63. Brother Dao, please save me
Ren Qingying hurt them unintentionally and tapped the ground with her toes.

Then the sword servants saw a red light, and the light of the sunset covered the entire forest of fallen leaves.

In an instant, he was hundreds of meters away, and in the blink of an eye, it was already thousands of meters away.

A group of swordsmen wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats looked horrified.

"The enemy is invading, you must let the sword master know!"

"It's just who is this woman? Why is her martial arts so superb, but she is not well-known in the world?"

In the center of the sword waiters, a swordsman who was like a thin bamboo pole supporting a straw hat suddenly raised his head, and let out a strange bird song, like the creepy laughter of an owl.

The laughter was mixed with internal force, and it was conveyed thousands of meters away in an instant.

And thousands of meters away, there was an echoing or continuing bird song.

One after another, it was to an extremely far place in an instant.

In the center of the boundary is a wooden house.

The surroundings of the house are empty, it seems that there is no one there, but in fact, there are many knives and waiters blending with nature, which makes it appear empty.

In the room, Long Yao was lying on the bed with one leg hanging and the other limp.

With the domineering golden dragon-slaying knife resting on his head, he was sleeping soundly.

Hearing the birdsong, she sat up in fright.

The meaning of this bird song is: the enemy invades.

The first reaction is to run away.

But after waking up, Long Yao decided to go and have a look. After all, she has already entered the door of Master's Fengshen Breaking Body Sword Intent, and with the help of this strange knife, she started to use it.
Well. At least the momentum is still amazing, able to control the scene, showing the demeanor of my first Daolu eldest sister.

People will not think that I am short, I am cute, and I have a timid expression, so they think I am easy to bully.

Thinking about the big guy's reaction, she slapped the table suddenly, summoned up her inner strength and shouted: "Damn it, dare to break into my Sword God Mountain, don't want to mess around!"

The sound was like a bell, and it was transmitted several miles away.

The morale of all the sword servants who heard the words was boosted.

And the sword waiters who were easily thrown away by the woman in red also saw hope.

"My master swordsman wants to fight in person!"

"Hurry up, it's been a long time since I saw the Great Swordsman make a move. Every time I observe it, it's an opportunity to improve."

"I will obey the master swordsman. I am obviously not as good as that martial tiger in terms of aptitude, and I am not as good as Shangguan Jin in terms of scheming, but my achievements are the highest!"

"The person who inherits the mantle of the first sword god must be my master swordsman."

There was a gleam in the sword waiters' eyes.

But they didn't know that in the house, Long Yao was suppressing his voice and screaming "Ai Ai".

Just now, the left hand that slapped the stone table was a little red because of too much force.
Is it congested?

"It hurts so much, it really has been a long time since I shot?"

Long Yao took a deep breath, and immediately calmed down, "It turned out that I took another step unintentionally. When you hurt others, you must first hurt yourself. If you don't hurt your heart, how can a knife hurt someone?"

In the latter sentence, she completely imitated the appearance of her master.

Thinking of his voice, which was mixed with the temperament of a prodigal son and a peerless swordsman, Long Yao laughed heartily by herself.

Just smile and be happy.

With a move with his right hand, he raised his head and said proudly: "Come with the knife!"

But
knife did not come
Long Yao hurriedly looked around, but fortunately there was no one there.

So he trotted closer to the golden dragon-slaying knife and said, "Brother knife, can you save me some face?"

The Golden Dragon Slaying Knife turned around and seemed to say, "When you were thinking of pawning me off every day, why didn't you show your face?"

"Brother Knife."

The dragon-slaying knife rolled around again, as if to say, "Don't talk about it, I only thought of Lao Tzu when I was pretending, it's too late."

"Brother Dao, show some face, otherwise we will end up living in exile again.

Do you know how difficult our life is now, I am really tired as a big sister, I have to take care of everything, and every time the enemy comes, I will be their backing.

i. am i easy? "

The dragon-slaying knife rolled over again, rolling to the edge of the wall, as if to say, "Why are you so shameless, I only see you eating and drinking every day, and when you really make a move, how many times is it your turn?

Almost every time it is the sword servants outside who deal with the enemy and every time you appear on the stage, it is just to show your Fengshen breaking body sword intent."

Long Yao pleaded: "Brother Dao, I was wrong in the past, I was wrong."

With a "click", the dragon-slaying knife pierced through the bed board, and then shrank back under the bed.

Long Yao hurriedly knelt down, prostrate on the ground with her whole body, wanting to get under the bed to pull out the dragon-slaying knife, "I'm really angry if you don't come out again."

The Tulongdao still didn't respond, and seemed to be saying, "Why are you so angry, I'm not a knife if you coax me."

"I'm so angry!"

Long Yao's voice rose several times.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A chilling voice came from outside the door: "Big Sword Master, the enemy is still 3000 meters away, and they will arrive in no time."

At this time, I was reminding Long Yao that it was time to go out to fight.

Long Yao was dumbfounded, coughed twice, spread her hands into small horns, and said towards the door: "No need to panic, have you lost all your usual practice?"

After finishing speaking, her small face winked furiously at the Dragon Slaying Saber under the bed. From being arrogant and violent at the beginning, she slowly turned into a pleading. Then she raised a finger and made a mosquito-like voice, swallowing her anger and saying: "Is it good once, this time is really different, no one has ever been able to go so deep."

The Dragon Slaying Knife remained as still as a mountain.

Then the door knocked again.

The sword waiter outside the door reminded: "Master Swordsman, the enemy is still 1000 meters away."

Long Yao took a deep breath, then pinched her neck to force herself to calm down, imitating her master's appearance and said calmly: "Understood."

The knife waiter outside the door was a little flustered at first, but he couldn't help but be impressed by the calm female voice.

The Great Swordsman really deserves to be the great apprentice of the number one swordsman, his old man. Regardless of his young age, he is calm.

That's right, if it is unstable, how can it be accepted as a disciple by the sword god?
That's the difference.

Long Yao stared at the bed, and desperately choked out words: "Once, just once."

Dragon Slaying Knife seemed to be asleep.

"I will fight with you!"

Long Yao burrowed under the bed, grabbing the dragon-slaying knife handle with both hands.

The dragon-slaying knife retracted, avoiding her grasping hand.

And at this moment, the sound of knives and exclamations came from the courtyard outside the house.

Long Yao knew that the enemy had come.

She glared bitterly at the dragon-slaying knife in the darkness, and then rushed out of the house immediately.

I imagined in my heart how Master would respond.

So, she said in a deep voice: "Whoever comes is a guest, sit down and have a cup of tea first."

During the speech, her sleeves puffed up, as if the saber intent could not be restrained, and she was raging wildly.

Looks like a tall man.

This made the sword waiters admire.

The big sword master is really personable.

Even in the face of the enemy, it is said to drink tea first.

Follow along and learn.

Ren Qingying's figure stood out of thin air, thousands of cold currents circled like ten thousand dragons, guarding the empress who was high above but full of compassion.

"You are Xia Ji's eldest disciple?"

Ren Qingying had a weird smile, and relying on her sharp eyesight, she could naturally see at a glance what kind of airs the petite woman in front of her was.
Those bulging sleeves, where is the saber intent?
It's clearly a mess
(End of this chapter)