While Duojiao was talking to the visitor, the iron sword man's eyes slowly became solemn.

The showdown between masters and masters does not require any language. After staring at each other for a short breath, the man dragged his sword and jumped up and slashed at the man in black.

Whoosh!

The mud and water splashed, and strangely, the man in black robe with bare hands disappeared.

"not good!"

When he appeared again, the Iron Sword man felt his waist suddenly sore, as if he was hit by something... Then, his fist was stormy from the waist, abdomen, head, back, and even eyebrow bones, the sun and even the lower abdomen, and between his legs, regardless of your secret parts, there is only one word: beat up!

There is no sign of this continuous blow, it does not seem conspicuous, but uses dark force and inch force, pursuing the word "fast"!

There was no injury on the skin, but it was strong in penetration, and the flesh was like a drum, and it kept getting up one by one. Suddenly, the iron sword man felt dizzy and lost his resistance, completely becoming a human-shaped sandbag that was beaten by someone in the air.

"ah……!"

At this moment, he suddenly let out a tragic wail!

It turned out that this time, the opponent was not biased and was in a straight punch, and something seemed to be broken.

Then, the nightmare finally ended and the opponent stopped attacking.

Bang!

The man with iron sword fell heavily from mid-air and struggled in the mud. His cultivation was considered useless. He raised his head and his eyes were dim and unsightly, "You are, you are..." The man was extremely frightened, "The Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle shouldn't mess with you, you are the half-step realm master."

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you shouldn't move." After saying that, the man kicked the man to the wall with his legs and kicked him with his hands. The ink bamboo that was closest to him turned into a bamboo gun. With a gentle finger, the bamboo gun was tapped on the other party's throat again.

As long as you step one inch, the other party will definitely die.

Not far away, Duo Jiao, who was watching the battle, bit her teeth and ordered, "Don't kill him!" Then she glared at the man beside the wall: "Tell me, were you sent by Princess Yanzhu?"

In the Yongyuan Imperial City, Duojiao's biggest enemy was Yanzhu.

So she subconsciously thought that Yanzhu was pulling the tiger away from the mountain, leading Xiyun away, and asking him to attack him. Only this kind of guess can explain all Duojiao's questions.

"This person is abolished, and he is not Yanzhu's person, let him go!"

The black robe's tone was calm, but there was an inexplicable sense of convincingness.

"Just let him go so cheaply?

"Your Highness, I'm sure he will have a worse end after leaving here. How could a person like me who has a clear relationship with grudges easily let him go? We are from the Jiuzhou Sword Sect, and our sect rules will not let anyone go!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Duo Jiao was dizzy and stared at Yi Shaocheng but did not let go for a moment.

ah!

Jiuzhou Sword Sect, such an ancient name, in an instant, countless things came to my heart, but it was beautiful, as if even the colors of memories were colorful. Duojiao's throat choked, and a trace of doubt arising from great joy finally appeared on the tips of her eyebrows.

Almost at the same time, Yi Shaocheng slowly lifted his cap...

Duojiao's eyes remained motionless, and her hands tightened.

Finally, this gentle face slowly appeared in my eyes.

She subconsciously bit her pale lips and prevented herself from making a sound. However, how could this move curb the complex mood of sadness and joy?

In the past, the red ropes parted, and now we have seen each other again.

Wherever you see, the green ink bamboo was destroyed to the fullest and turned into a muddy wasteland.

"The rule of this sect is..." Duojiao choked and said, "This is your new rule, why have I never remembered it?"

Yi Shaocheng smiled, and tears rolled on his firm cheeks.

...

The heavy rain poured down, and in the inn dozens of miles away from Yongyuan City, a crowd surrounded the stove to drive away some moisture.

This group of people is nothing but the Han Dynasty's mission team.

Since Yi Shaocheng found the Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle's nest in Yongyuan City, it has not returned. As the backbone of the team, everyone has become a little uneasy.

"Brother Xiang, we have all arrived outside Yongyuan City, so why don't we go in? It's really strange. It's not easy for us to walk along the way. I never want to live in this house with wind and water leaking on sunny days. It would be great if we could enter the city tonight." Someone complained.

Xiang Chong picked up a jar of wine without any haste, opened it, and frowned.

"Brother Xiang likes to keep it aside. Tell me quickly. It's not good to drink just by yourself. I'm still a bit more than enough venison jerky, so I'll give you some wine."

As he said that, the man took out the tightly wrapped venison jerky.

This venison jerky looks like a fat and thin person, which is a rare good thing for this group of people.

Xiang Chong licked his fingers, tore the dried venison meat, and then distributed the wine to everyone and said, "These days are the end of the Dian Kingdom's New Year. The city is very lively, especially tomorrow. It is the martial arts competition for the selection of the number one warriors of the Dian Kingdom that only held once every five years, and the city is even more lively."

"Brother, I remember that it seems to be fighting for Ate. There is nothing fun about these barbarians. If General Snapdragon takes action, he will not take it easily? It seems that Ate is not very good either!"

The surroundings suddenly burst into laughter, dispelling the previously solemn and depressing atmosphere.

After laughing, someone exclaimed: "Where is the general, why haven't you returned yet?"

Everyone frowned again immediately.

As he was speaking, Yi Shaocheng lifted the curtain, and when everyone saw him, they immediately became respectful. However, there were a few of them, not the original team of Yi Shaocheng's team, but were inserted in by the Han emperor. He raised his eyebrows slightly, which was a response to Yi Shaocheng.

This type of people is a group with high official titles, strong strength, but arrogant people. They are nobler than Xiang Chong and others, so they will naturally not be in harmony with them.

Yi Shaocheng threw a bag on the table. After opening it, all kinds of delicious sauce-cured smells spread out immediately, and even these high-level military officers couldn't help it. These were all the food Duojiao ordered people to prepare for Yi Shaocheng. He could not accept it alone, so he stayed to enjoy it with many brothers.

At this moment, Yi Shaocheng shared the delicious food with everyone. In the slum area of ​​Yongyuan Imperial City dozens of miles away, in the dilapidated house near the sewer, the fire was booming. More than a dozen masters in the king's realm, some of them were napping, some squinted, showing a lazy and calm state.

Only the fierce and sinister nine-headed corpse eagle looked at the chaotic light coming in from the entrance, shook his head, and said hoarsely and gloomy, "It's so late, it's so hungry!"

This sentence did not attract the attention of others.

But when he put down the heavy copper cauldron on his back, a dull shaking sound in the ground made everyone open their eyes, and some people even showed anger. It was obviously the Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle's move that disturbed everyone's rest.

"You, go and get some wood."

"You, what do you want to see? Go find some chives."

"The rest of the brothers, please move, and you are not afraid that this will make you lazy maggots."

Under the tyrannical power of the Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle, the other masters were finally driven. After a while, firewood was delivered, and soup was poured into the cauldron. The fire was pounding. The Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle rubbed his palms and said, "Now, it's just this master."

After a long time, a sound came from outside. It was not until everyone got closer that they could see clearly that this was the man with a failed iron sword. Now he was really miserable, his face was completely different. He had big bags on his face, blood flowing, and even his vision was blurred.

"I...I'm back."

Everyone didn't say anything, and no one was interested in the loser. Instead, the Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle smiled slightly, and after getting closer, he suddenly pulled out the sword of the Iron Sword Man, and then polished it on the edge of the copper cauldron with sparks. The stinging sound was very harsh.

"What are you doing?" The iron sword man felt the atmosphere solidified.

"What are you doing? I'm hungry!"

The nine-headed corpse eagle suddenly turned its head, its tone was a little solemn, but there was a kind smile on its face.

The man of Iron Sword tried hard to open his eyes, and then he saw clearly the corner of the Nine-Headed Corpse Eagle's mouth, and there was a hint of disdain and sarcastic smile on his face. Then he felt a chill and lost all his feelings.

A red and black head floated up inside the bronze tripod immediately... When the nine-headed corpse eagle smelled the smell, her face showed a fascination.
Chapter completed!