Seven days later.

The shore of the Bohai Sea.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the clouds are thick.

The dark clouds of the thick ink dye the sky and fall, parallel to the endless ocean, but listen to the sea wind roaring, the waves rolling, the waves rising dozens of feet, crashing against the reef by the sea, making a rumbling sound like rolling thunder, as if heralding the arrival of a big storm!

In the black oppressive clouds, there were arcs of electric arc entwining, bursting wisps of electric light, and suddenly, a thunderbolt tore through the sky, reflecting the gloomy sky in an instant.

Click!

The dazzling lightning split the entire canopy in two, splitting it in half, and the ocean also shook with it, setting off a majestic wave once again, and swept it away.

A heavy wave slammed into the cliff on the shore with the power of Pang Pei, and the thunderous echo trembled, and in the midst of the turbulent waves, there was a miserable white figure, like a ghost in the deep sea, step by step, walking towards the beach by the rock.

His steps were not swift, not slow, but every step fell but very steady, leaving a series of footprints on the beach, and between each footprint, the distance between them was one foot and seven inches, even if measured with a ruler, it was not so accurate.

There was another flash of lightning in the thick clouds, and through the miserable white arc light, the person's appearance could be vaguely seen.

I saw that he had a shawl in his messy hair, his face was clumsy, and his hands, feet, and skin had been sunburned @ bronze, and suddenly he looked like a steel carved figure.

In the midst of the wind and waves, his gaze was still as sharp as a bolt of lightning, capable of burning anyone in the world who dared to look at him, and in his hand he held a strange black sheath sword six feet long. The back of the palm is already bruised with green tendons. It seems that he would rather lose a qiē in the world. I don't want to relax this sword for a moment.

After the ship was wrecked, this man walked up step by step from the bottom of the sea with an iron sword as a staff in his hand, and the waves like mountains and seas were enough to turn the land close at hand into a moat, but they could not slow his steps for half a minute, and the raging and roaring waves could destroy the city and destroy the mountains. He couldn't even shake his body.

Not only has he trained his body into steel inside and out, but his spirit is as hard as a rock that will never be polished, and once he has set his goal, he will never change.

I saw that he went ashore and walked a few more steps, and his body fell to the ground, but before he fell, his body was still as straight as a gun, and his eyes were still as sharp as lightning!

The night is gone, the clouds are thinning, and the dawn is falling on the sleeping people on the beach. Suddenly he turned over and jumped up. The left palm gripped the long sword again, the movement was light and fast, and the pen and ink were indescribable, but he would never waste a little more strength, his body suddenly stood up straight, and the muscles of his whole body immediately relaxed.

His clothes were not yet dry, and his whole body was covered with sand and dirt, but he never reached out to pat it, but only took out an oilcloth bag from his bosom.

There were pages of extremely detailed maps in the baggage, and a silk album full of names and places, and he stared at it for a long time, and muttered: "Laoshan Mountain...... Feihemen ...... Green crane willow pine ....... ”

"Green Crane" Liu Song has been famous for more than 40 years, refining the crane palm, crane claw seventeen grasping, crane feather needle three kung fu, known as the three uniques, since the establishment of the sect in Ludi, the creation of the flying crane gate, has been a faction of the identity of the craftsman.

Liu Song was short-tempered when he was young, he went to Laoshan alone, and split the eight heroes of Laoshan with a single palm, and since then he has broken out of the prestige of "Qinghe", but as he gets older, the deeper his qi cultivation kung fu is, and in recent years he has rarely made a move.

There are seven disciples under Liu Song's seat, the youngest one also left the school eight years ago and walked the rivers and lakes, and his seven disciples are also extraordinary, all of them have made a name for themselves in the rivers and lakes, some are famous martial arts heroes, some are knights who wander the world, and some have become famous gang bosses on the underworld, but there are also disciples who have entered the court and sat in the position of the six doors of the general arrest......

In this way, the relationship network between Feihemen in black and white is intertwined, which naturally makes Feihemen rise and rise, and the prestige of Liu Song is even more prosperous.

On this day, it is the 77th birthday feast of 'Qinghe' Liu Song, the guests in the Liufu gathered, talking and laughing, lively and extraordinary, and the outside of the mansion was even more busy, and there were still many guests coming in an endless stream.

Among these guests are not only famous figures on the white road, but also heroes on the underworld, and even local government forces...... If it were an ordinary time, so many characters with complex ingredients gathered in one place, I am afraid that the knife would have been used a long time ago, but today is Liu Song's birthday feast, who dares to be so uninteresting, and seek revenge and fight here?

Although Liu Song is seventy-seven years old, he does not show the slightest old age, his eyes are bright, without the coldness of his youth, just because he has reined in his edge, there is no need to look intimidating, with his fame, there is a compelling power.

He was sitting on the throne like a tiger on a dragon's plate, with a majestic spirit, and a pair of large, well-maintained hands pressed on his knees, without the slightest wrinkle, from these hands it was completely impossible to see that he was an old man who was close to eighty years old!

The strength of these hands is not many people dare to try, and those who dare to try are finally broken necks, and there are many famous players on the rivers and lakes.

Liu Song's prestige was not only supported by his own disciples, but by his own hands.

Although there are many guests who come to pay homage today, there are very few people who need Liu Song to greet them in person, and among the hundreds of guests, only a few have this qualification.

These people are naturally high-status figures in the rivers and lakes, and after welcoming these people into the VIP table, Liu Song will catch up with everyone, and as for other guests, they will naturally be greeted by people in the house or disciples.

After the banquet opened, the atmosphere inside and outside Liufu was even hotter, staggered, the sound of talk and laughter was everywhere, and the people who came to worship their birthdays were mostly people in the martial arts.

In the midst of the crowd, several short screams were suddenly heard, and then they stopped abruptly.

Bang bang bang!!

As if they were hit by a surging force, several figures flew upside down from outside the door of the mansion, crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, and smashed into the hall, and several tables of banquets were immediately overturned, causing a burst of noise and noise.

"What happened?"

"Who dares to make trouble at Feihemen?"

Many guests in the hall were stunned, and until this time, many people still did not come back to their senses, but when they saw a few people who fell to the ground, some people couldn't help but exclaim.

Just because of the few people who fell in, one of them was Liu Song's most beloved disciple, Fang Qingyun, who was known as the 'Crane Ling Sword'!

This nickname means that Fang Qingyun's swordsmanship is displayed in one hand, like a crane feathers flying, not only changeable, as complex as the feathers of a flying crane, but also extremely fast, but unfortunately now Fang Qingyun has become a wounded crane with broken wings, his hands were broken, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up again.

"Senior brother!" Liu Song's other six disciples also reacted quickly, exclaimed Fang Qi, they had already squeezed through the crowd, and when they saw Fang Qingyun, who was paralyzed and weak, their eyes were split, and they were full of anger, "Who is it?" Who dares to make a mistake? ”

"What a bold man, he dared to come to my Feihemen to provoke!"

A footstep sounded.

This voice came from outside the mansion, obviously without exerting any internal force, and the body was just walking inward like an ordinary person, like an ordinary person who did not know the slightest martial arts.

But if it was an ordinary person, how could he dare to go to Feihemen to provoke, let alone make Fang Qingyun break his wings.

The sound of choking sounded like a long dragon, and without anyone to command, dozens of Feihe Sect disciples had already drawn their swords and drawn their swords to meet them.

Yan Hongyue, the eldest disciple under Liu Song's seat, had a calm demeanor, and faintly had the demeanor of a faction, glanced at the dozens of Feihemen disciples who came out to meet the enemy, and said in a deep voice: "The little junior brother is seriously injured, don't move him first, today Doctor Yan is also in the mansion, sixth junior brother, you go and ask his old man to treat the little junior brother's injuries, and the rest of the junior brothers will go out with me-!" ”

Yan Hongyue sneered and said sharply: "Yan wants to see who is sacred, who dares to come and disturb the master's birthday feast." ”

"Yes!" Although the other four are already famous figures, they still have a lot of respect for Yan Hongyue, the senior brother, and they are awe-inspiring.

Yan Hongyue turned around abruptly, glanced at the guests gathered in the courtyard again, and said with his fists clenched: "Let you distinguished guests be frightened, please don't panic, wait for a while, and wait for Brother Yan to go out and send away the juniors, and then come to apologize to you." ”

After that, he led the four junior disciples out of the crowd.

However, there are many people in the martial arts in the courtyard, and they have seen a lot of this kind of disputes in the rivers and lakes, so they are naturally not so easy to be afraid, and the power of Feihemen is getting bigger and bigger, and not everyone is used to it, but it is only because of the other party's power, so it is not

Dare to offend lightly, in my heart for someone to sweep their face at the Liu Songshou feast, but secretly laughed, and many people are not too big to watch the excitement, for this sudden event, with the mentality of watching the show.

Therefore, many martial arts people in the courtyard also left their seats one after another, followed Yan Hongyue and a few others, and rushed towards the outer courtyard, wanting to see which characters dared to come to Feihemen to provoke.

"Kill!" As soon as Yan Hongyue and the others stepped into the outer courtyard, they immediately heard a terrible shout of killing, he was calm and angry, looked at it fixedly, and his complexion suddenly changed greatly.

But seeing that in the courtyard, the figures were flying, the swords and swords were flickering, and dozens of Feihemen disciples or swords and slashes slashed, using all their skills, surrounded a white-robed man in it, and dozens of weapons roared and killed with a strong wind.

And the white-robed man carried a long black sheath on his back, but he did not draw it, but still walked forward unhurriedly, his steps were not strong, or how light they were, because he did not exert any internal force or body in his steps.

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(More to come!) (To be continued......) I1292