Chapter 144

Walking in the front is a strong man, shirtless upper body, shoulder a door like sword, majestic, high spirited into the yard.

This man has a momentum like mountain and Yue Linyuan. You can see that he is a brave man. He has just collapsed the courtyard wall. You don't have to think that he must have done it.

Then came into the yard, is a head with moth crown, meticulously smile white scholar.

This person's appearance is not handsome, but quite a bit high ancient quirky, people can't help but want to see more.

He seems to have nothing, and his clothes are very simple. Only the flat sword at his waist, which is like a ruler, gives people the impression that the sword is just like a person.

Following the scholar came a woman with a smiling face. She was in the prime of her life. She was about the same age as Feng xiner. Her green coat and green skirt were like peonies in flowers.

The girl also had a sword in her hand. Although the sword was not scabbard, it had a subtle charm. The combination of man and sword, and sword and heaven and earth, seemed that only the aura of heaven and earth could produce the flower like man and the living sword.

Walking side by side with this woman was a young man in black robes, with a lazy smile on his face. His clothes were similar to Shen Jianxin's, all of them were Samurai robes, with a black red cloth belt around his waist, full of energy.

The young man in black robe walked in a strange way, trembling and walking on thin ice. Even when he stepped over the broken bricks and tiles on the ground, he was very careful.

He's the only one who doesn't have a sword in his hand. To be exact, he has a stick in his hand. It's fair to insist that it's a wooden sword, but it still looks a bit nondescript.

It seems that the young man in black robe is the least like an expert. When he stepped over the broken wall, he glanced at Shen Jianxin as if he didn't have a look. He even laughed and nodded.

When the four entered the courtyard one by one, and each more person came in, the faces of the three masters changed slightly, and their eyes flickered.

"Elder Bai, who are they?" Nangong Wang felt more and more uneasy and asked harshly.

Bai Chang's lips wriggled twice, but he didn't speak. All he heard was the first fierce man who broke into the wall and said: "we are all disciples of the matchless sword sect! You old bastards, if you want to bully people, you have to look at the place! I'm annoyed. One by one, it's all flattened! "

Listening to the rough words and slang of the fierce man, the beautiful girl just sneered, while the young man in black robe shook his head with a bitter smile and looked helpless.

The scholar in cloth clothes stepped forward and said, "Fang Weiling, the matchless sword sect, with his four younger martial brothers, I'd like to meet you all!"

"Fang Wei Ling?" Nangong looked surprised.

"Are you Fang Weiling, the zhenzhuan disciple of fengjiuxiao?" Yu Guanzhu was surprised and lost his voice.

"Five true disciples? Good, good! " Zuo Gongquan sneered.

It turned out to be the top ten true disciples in the legend of Wushuang sword sect, and there were five at once! Shen Jianxin was overjoyed.

"But wait, aren't they four? There's another one, isn't it? " Feng Xin'er looks at this greasy and crooked child in front of him. Is he one of the top ten true disciples?

Sure enough, the child came back to the four brothers, scratched his head and said with a smile, "do you dare to be late again? If those brothers and sisters hadn't saved my life just now, I would have been stabbed to death! "

I saw that the expression slightly stiff old-fashioned master brother nodded, a face indifferent way: "sorry, met the ambush on the road, delayed!"

The child shook his head and licked his lips. Looking at him, he cried, "elder martial brother, I was fighting with him just now. I can't beat him!"

Fang Weiling gave a little meal and said coldly, "good! I'll fight him

As soon as this remark came out, all the other four people's eyes brightened, and they were a little excited.

Nangong frowned and sneered, "Fang Weiling! Last October, nine of my Changbai disciples were killed in daze Township, and only one escaped! Did you do that? "

Fang Weiling gave a sound, narrowed his eyes and thought about it carefully. He said with a calm face: "I only killed six people, and there are two people who can't die. I didn't kill them!"

"Good! If it is you! You killed my Changbai Mountain disciple. Today I want to ask you for justice and pay for blood. " After that, Nangong Wang bit his teeth hard, and his momentum soared.

"No! You're not right! It's fair to kill them! We are most fair in our work for Ling! At that time, the six people killed 15 fishermen from six families in daze Township in order to kill their mouths. I killed them to do justice for heaven! " Fang Weiling said lightly.

"Fart! The sword in my hand is justice! Die

Nangong Wang's momentum has risen to the top, and his sword is full of meaning. He can't express himself. He waves three feet green front in his hand, and suddenly bursts out the shadow of the sword.

It's also like "Cangshan wind and rain fighting torrent", but this time it's Nangong Wang's full strength. The power is naturally different from that just now.

The shadow of the sword breaks through the air and comes in a dense space, covering Fang Weiling in an instant.

Fang Weiling just pulled out the strange sword like a ruler and drew a circle.

This circle is drawn out. The sword's meaning is condensed but not scattered. It turns into a white semicircle to block the impact of the sword's shadow.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! For a moment, people's ears are full of this kind of dull gas force impact sound.

The distance between the two hands was at least two feet, but the sound of the impact was real and lasting. The depth of the two swords was amazing.

Nangong Wang had enough psychological preparation before he started. He didn't underestimate the strength of the sword God's first disciple. However, he never thought that his sword was peaceful and powerful. He was no worse than his famous swordsman.

Nangong Wang always thought that with his three foot green front, he could not win the sword God Feng jiuxiao, even if he could not win the sword skill all his life.

He didn't expect to be able to compete with himself in kendo with just one disciple. This old face is really a little ashamed.

As soon as people's emotions change, the sword will be somewhat impure.

Nangong Wang was just in the mood of ups and downs. He could not help thinking more. His sword power, which should have been continuous, was interrupted for a moment.

He is also a strong swordsman. He immediately withdraws his sword and tries to make another attack. Unexpectedly, just between this stop and withdrawal, Fang Weiling's strange sword suddenly seems to break through the distance of space and stab it straight.

This sword is just a stroke of magic. In an instant, the surging strength of the sword will be absorbed into one, and then the charm of a sword will come from the West.

"A gentleman should be straight and never indulge in it!" Fang Weiling chanted in the mouth of the tomb. The man and the sword turned into a streamer. He didn't know what body method he was using at his feet. He shrunk the ground into an inch and put his sword on nangongwang's chest.

Nangong Wang's face suddenly turned pale. He didn't expect that it was just a small emotional fluctuation, which made him defeated!

If the other side's sword is stabbed down, I will die!

"Changbai double swords are just muddleheaded and have no bad reputation! Go away Fang Weiling's light way.

Nangong Wang was ashamed. He stepped back and disappeared from the gap of the courtyard wall.

The rest of Zuo Gongquan and Yu Guanzhu looked at each other. They didn't expect nangongwang to lose. They lost so thoroughly and cleanly that they almost lost in one move.

At this time, Fang Weiling's eyes were sharp as a sword, and he fixed on them tightly.

"Dajiang League and Qingcheng sect, one has business relations with Wushuang city all the year round, and the other has always been with Wushuang sword sect. Why do you want to bully my disciples?" Fang asked for Ling's victory without anger.

Although he was not afraid of Fang Weiling, he had no desire to fight.

Fang Weiling is already so powerful. There are still four behind him. Shen Jianxin and his gang are not easy to deal with. They can't fight any more. They have to admit defeat.

The leader of Zuo Gongquan's gang in Dajiang League laughed, pointed to Bai Chang and said, "we are here to help wushuangcheng resist the holy lotus sect. Before, the holy lotus sect was very powerful, and all the major sects in the city were worried about the destruction of the city, so they were somewhat moved by the demands of the holy lotus sect. Anyway, it's all internal affairs of your matchless sword sect. We all listen to elder Bai's arrangement! "