Sword Among Us

Chapter 778 Dagger

No internal force, no swordsmanship, no even the slightest wind, the juvenile sword, like a blooming snow, arrived at the throat of an emperor!

This moment, the alley is silent!

Everyone held their breath and looked at the scene in front of them with horror...

An emperor was pointed by a sword.

Everyone did not see how the young man had a sword, no murderousness, no trace, as if the sword had been there forever!

The pupil of the emperor's austerity gradually stretched...

"Good sword."

After a long time, the word was spit out in the mouth, and then, under the eyes of countless martial arts people, turned and left.

He lost!

This time, it is the sword art that blows the snow for the Ximen, and also the feeling of the ninth sword...

But what he didn't think was that the sword of Ximen Bing Xue disciples was so terrible! It is worthy of being one of the legendary swordsmen closest to God!

snowflake!

When the emperor turned and left, there was still a bunch of snowflakes that bloomed in his mind! Unbeatable Gao Jie and sacred, but there is a very different will in the middle!

The sword of Ximen blowing snow...

"..."

The juvenile seems to have done a very inconspicuous little thing. Don't talk about it, return the sword to the sheath, and faintly look around at the martial arts people who are all in the hutong, step back and close the door.

When the gate is closed, the courtyard seems to have become far away again, isolated from the world...

In the hutong, the stalwart martial arts people slowly and slowly sighed with a cold breath, turning the stiff neck, facing each other, and the shocking color in each person's eyes could not be concealed.

So fast sword!

Good heart!

One emperor...

Lost to a little guy who didn't know his name.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Let me hit me."

The voice of discussion in the hutong gradually increased, and when a group of people fully accepted the fact, countless white pigeons rose to the sky and quickly spread the news of the shaking rivers throughout the Central Plains.

One emperor, one trick is defeated by the hands of mysterious teenagers!

Ximen blowing snow swordsmanship!

Who is the mysterious teenager who got the clothes!

Rivers and lakes shake! Network vibration!

Once as a mythical figure, standing on the Dragon List with unbeaten and arrogant swordsmanship, the invincible ‘one emperor’ was defeated to a silent teenager.

......

"Ximen blows snow, Yan XIII, is the peerless swordsman in Gu Long's novels. Yan XIII almost defeated the sword **** Xie Xiaofeng with the "Death of the Thirteen Swords", but the Ximen Blowing Snow is a sword for a living, sincerely with a sword, sincerely Ten years of hard training and a sword... pulling the sword, killing people, blowing blood... entering the realm of no sword."

"It seems that there will soon be a new face on the Dragon List..."

"Ok."

"This time, uh..."

In the martial arts, when people talk about it, the dark waves are surging.

......

On the same day, countless martial arts people gathered outside the courtyard of the Ximen Blowing Snow, and they heard the sound of the sword that cut the air that day after day...

The gangs of many powerful forces in Beijing were all dispatched, standing outside the door, and loudly asking the teenagers to come out and join them, join their gangs, and make a promise.

From the initial four-stage full set of equipment, to the silver that gradually increased to ten million in the back, one wave was higher than one wave, and countless people offered quotations, hoping to get the new strong teenager to join.

however!

Their actions did not disturb the rhythm of the sword in the courtyard.

Still orderly, pull the sword...

Jian Ming!

Crisp and sweet!

"by."

"This kid should be an unnamed ordinary player. How can he be so calm?"

"That is, all the bids are so high. I heard that the giant whales helped the deputy gangs and a three-stage squadron to go out and scare away many gangs. This kid is still snoring..."

"There is no way, whoever makes his sword come to an emperor has no time to react, this kind of master, ambition is certainly not small!"

"Look, the heavyweight gang has not yet appeared."

"coming!"

During the talk, a group of imposing men and women came from afar. When they passed, many gang masters were shocked and gave way:

"Hey! Xiu Luohou, rainy night Shura... Hey, the master of Shuramen, the top ten of the dragon list, he is not in the capital, but he came very quickly! And he came out personally, it seems that he must be..."

"I don't know what the price of Shurahou will be."

In the discussion, the dragon and the rainy night Shura, the eyes came calmly outside the steps of the gate.

The crowd quickly came out of one person, attached to the rainy night Shura ear whispers for a while, the latter nodded.

"Good guy."

“There are people who collect our quotes on the spot.”

Many gang bosses in the crowd saw the sly and frowned.

At this time, he walked out of a middle-aged man in a loud voice, shaking a folding fan, and a raging posture:

"Xu Luo brother, I did not expect you to be interested in the disciples of Ximen blowing snow, haha... I don’t know what price Xiu Luomen will make this time."

"It turned out to be the Qinghe gang, this seat is not to dig people, but to ask for advice." Rainy night Shura turned his face and took a look back, ignored the discussion of the crowd behind him, arched his fist, treble:

"Solomon, Shura, rainy night, come to ask for advice, but also to send disciples from the predecessors of Ximen to come out and teach the swordsmanship under them."

The voice just fell, and the sound of the sword in the courtyard suddenly stopped!

The martial arts people standing in the Hutong were shocked.

They screamed here for a long time and there was no reaction. I didn’t expect that the rainy night Shura was so blind, and the people inside reacted.

The face of many gang bosses has become very ugly.

The gaps reflected in the invisible make them feel inferior!

This is not the case, but there is still a reply from the young man:

"Before the sword with the 'one emperor', the master has taught me that our swordsmanship needs to be made of blood, drawing swords, for bloodsucking, refining swords, killing people, not for swords dancing, you still go back. ”

A group of people outside the door looked at each other.

The rainy night Shura is also showing a dignified color!

The people present at the scene heard it. The meaning of the young man’s words is that if you want to pull the sword below, it is no longer a advice, but a blood murder!

......

At the same time, the happiness from the Tianshan Mountain, on the way to turn Jiangnan, the news that an emperor lost to Ximen Bing Xue disciple, he twisted a brow...

Swordplay...

Ximen blowing snow?

Young disciples?

This news makes happiness feel unexpectedly twice in a row.

The strength of an emperor is almost the same as that of the previous life. However, the decisive battle between Ximen Blowing Snow Apprentice and Ye Gucheng's apprentice for the Forbidden City was easily destroyed by an emperor. One person double-killed and laid the title of invincible strong.

It seems that the butterfly effect has changed everything...

Not only did it delay the appearance of Ximen’s snow-blowing rumors, but it also changed the standard of Ximen’s blowing of snow--the guy from previous generations, not the appearance of a young man, and not so powerful.

Happy in my heart, but I noticed another information that is closely related to myself...

"It turned out that Ximen had blown snow to the capital." The news was to make the fun a little unexpected. I didn't expect this task to go to the capital.