"Hiss-!", rubbing the green eyes, Han sighed to Yue, nothing happened, just because of his temporary lustful heart, and was taught a lesson by the capricious woman, Brudu, and wiped it;

For this reason, Korean also realized a truth;

A hero needs good kung fu, and needs to subdue the so-called beauties and beauties. The thief also needs good kung fu. The principle is the same. As for whether he is a hero or something, it is a different matter;

"The wind is getting stronger and stronger!" A hoarse and magnetic voice came from behind, and a bag of wine was thrown over;

Han Wen reached out to catch it and said, "Brother Zhao, why? I still have the intention to sigh with me? Don't you go and talk to your little lover?"

Zhao Huaian coughed twice awkwardly, and after a long time, he said hard: "What little lover, you shouldn't talk nonsense! I'm not rooted in drifting with duckweed, don't ask if you are wandering around the world..."

Zhao Huaian sighed with a dry poem and that dry helplessness. How could he not know Ling Yanqiu's thoughts? But his heart had long been given to Qiu Moyan! A tear from Qiu Moyan was left in his heart, and he could no longer tolerate others!

"It is said that you should not tell your children's love in troubled times. In fact, the children's love in troubled times is deeper!" Han Wen took a sip of wine and smiled: "Your heart is a little narrow-minded, you can only tolerate one person. Tsk tsk! You should probably expand him a little, okay? Is that right?"

"Barring!" Zhao Huaian shook his head, Han Wen's face stagnated, and then laughed loudly. Zhao Huaian also laughed together. Han Wen was helpless, while he was bitter;

"Go to Longmen Town tomorrow to see what Dao Kuang wants to do. Brother Zhao needs to go and see? Aren't you planning to compete with him?" After laughing, Han Wen asked: "Only by knowing your enemy and being close to you, you can never be defeated in a hundred battles, let alone a strong man like Dao Kuang!"

"No! You are wrong. Actually, if I want to defeat the sword maniac, it is just right now, because his 'power' has not yet risen! You don't know him, so you don't know his horror. I want to seek a fair fight with him, so I have to wait a little while to be the strongest!" Zhao Huaian smiled slightly, and the sword in his hand seemed to buzz;

"Oh? A strange statement!" Han Wen really doesn't understand the Knife. Perhaps he doesn't want to understand anyone in his heart. He just needs to know their weaknesses! Because his mission is to kill them all!

The heroes violate the ban with martial arts, and the Confucians use literature to disrupt the law! The so-called chivalrous people are often the root of chaos. The mission of Koreans to come here is to end the root of chaos in this world!

The clouds, like the big splash of ink on rice paper, are pitch black and strange, awe-inspiring, the sky is still the same color, connected to the desert, and cannot see the edges or look through them;

Dao Kuang was wearing a pair of gray pants, a black belt, a pair of straw sandals under his feet, and a broken-headed knife was held in front of him. At the highest point of the gantry, a big flag was erected at the top of the inn - "Get friends with martial arts, and give them a treasure map!"

White banners, red characters, full of murderous intent;

Standing quietly, as if he had never moved, the anger in his heart slowly disappeared and gradually disappeared. Daomai adjusted his state, opened his eyes, and drew a trace of arc from the corner of his mouth: "Who will?", the words of two words were shocking;

The inn shopkeeper shivered and wiped his sweat from the bottom of the building, and whispered to the clerk to report the official quickly. A bloody storm is about to happen. Even if you collect the corpse, you have to find the right person? The officers and soldiers may be good candidates;

"The lonely sword in the desert came to learn about it!" Before Dao Kuang finished speaking, people gathered in the inn around a radius of miles, followed the sound, but saw a man wearing animal skin, holding a giant sword, and climbing up to the roof of the stairs with a few leaps. The man's voice was loud, as if a bell was ringing, and he thought he was a good man;

"There is a reason why the sword man chose to be on the roof. The skills of the people who challenge him are. How can ordinary people go up? This is also because they are afraid that someone will be shameless and break the rules and rush forward!" The Beggar Gang's palm rod dragon head murmured: "Da Desert Lone Knife? How can it be the opponent of the sword man!"

"Just talking about this light skill, it may not take ten rounds!" Master Shaolin Lekong is definitely a militant. At this time, he was licking his dry lips and whistling his fighting spirit;

Taoist Priest Qingyun did not look at the movements on the roof. He was more concerned about the situation around him. There were some monks wearing yellow hats and blood-red robes in the distance that attracted his attention. There were also some big beards with strong style, frowned and said, "Lamaism, Blood Knife Sect... These people are afraid that the world will not be in chaos!"

The palm-stick dragon head and Master Lekong also took a look, but didn't say anything. They didn't care about those people yet;

On the roof, Dao Kuang pulled out the deciduous knife in his hand. The cold sword light and the mirror-like blade body were, he looked solemn and had a solemn face. This battle he had taken on will continue for a long time until...he died!

He had no choice! The only choice was to enjoy, enjoy the moment of tranquility before the war, enjoy the passion during the war, and enjoy the beauty that passed away in an instant after the war!

Wang Zhi (Wang Zhi)! You are cruel enough!

"Guo Ke!", quietly reported his name, and Dao Kuang poked out his footsteps in an unremarkable way. One step, two steps, extremely slow but with an inexplicable rhythm. The lonely sword of Damian retreated, one step, two steps, until he could not retreat;

The Mad Sword Blood Slash, the Proud Sword Lingyun! The Dao Kuang's Daming name has long been sung in the world. His sword is not necessarily fast, but it is very strong! The Desert Sword felt unprecedented pressure, and the giant sword was unscathed, and a domineering slash was slashed towards Dao Kuang's head;

Master Shaolin Lekong on the high building opposite the inn shook his head. The Desert Lone Sword might not be able to get through a single move. Suddenly, he found that the sword maniac did not solve the battle in one move as he imagined. Instead, he had fought the Desert Lone Sword for more than a dozen moves;

"He is warming up, or preparing momentum! He is indeed a terrible swordsman!" The head of the palm rod said in a low voice, asking himself, these big men in the martial arts world are not necessarily opponents of swordsman! This lone guest is a cruel person!

"Okay! Goodbye! Next!", the voice was plain, and the sword maniac was obviously in a general mood. Such an opponent with no strength was not taken seriously by him, and he used the knife and closed the sheath;

What a big Liuyang leader! Blood flowed down the tiles on the rooftop, like the spring breeze and rain, which made people feel refreshed. The martial arts heroes applauded, and the atmosphere in Longmen Town suddenly heated up rapidly. It was always something they were passionate about;

Next to the Beggar Gang's palm head is Han Wen, who is lying at the window with his expression changing. Bludu and Gu Shaotang are also walking with him: "Such a person, Zhao Huaian still has to wait for him to prepare for the momentum before he can fight him? He is so arrogant!"

"Arrogance? Can it be eaten as a meal? If you ask me, it would be better to spend a lot of money to buy a few gunpowder guns, lead him to a place where no one is, shoot him to death, and take the treasure map. It's all!" Gu Shaotang is worthy of being a famous female bandit outside the pass. With this idea, he can be said to be a real man;

"A woman with weird ideas!" Han Wen muttered, staring at the Knife on the roof opposite. In fact, he was not watching the fun. He was like a sponge constantly learning and absorbing it;

Another unlucky guy rolled down from the building. The so-called martial arts gathering seems to be a massacre. Some people hold blades and some people willingly hand over their heads. Both sides are in love with each other, and there is no force;

It was already the seventh one. The sword-crazy knife gradually turned red, and his eyes gradually turned red. The rope that bound the long hair was untied and discarded aside, showing his crazy nature: "Waste! It's all a bunch of waste! Hahaha! Is there any good thing coming up!"

At this time, there is no big difference between serving people and serving food for him;

"Yun Ye of the Blood Knife Sect! Please give me advice!" As he moved, a man stood in blood clothes with his hands on his back. He had a knife hidden between his sleeves. He had a pair of hands, killing people invisibly!

"This time I've seen a good show! All the lunatics from the Blood Knife Sect are here!" Gu Shaotang was amazed;

Han Wen asked, "Who is that?"

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Chapter completed!