By the time Mu Xiaojiu hurried to the small pavilion, Huang Rong had already disappeared. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Alas, it's bad now, I'm afraid my senior sister is already impatient to wait and go back to sleep."

Standing in the pavilion, Mu Xiaojiu was a little distracted.

"Hey, what do you want, junior brother?" With the words, a plain white slender hand gently patted Mu Xiaojiu's shoulder, and as soon as Mu Xiaojiu turned around, the person behind him was not Huang Rong, who else would it be.

"Uh, I thought you couldn't wait for me to go back first."

Huang Rong smiled and said softly: "Why didn't I know I was so impatient, but you, why did you go, it was so late?" ”

"I went out with a friend." Mu Xiaojiu didn't think about it so much, and told the truth directly.

"Yo." Huang Rong raised her eyebrows: "Okay, you, if you have a sweetheart, you will forget about your senior sister, right?" ”

Mu Xiaojiu scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, Huang Rong stretched out the hand behind her back in time to resolve the embarrassment, "I'm not as conscienceless as you, come and see what I bring you." ”

Mu Xiaojiu looked at it and said in surprise: "What a beautiful sachet, did you make it, senior sister?" ”

"That's right, isn't today a begging festival, I started making sachets two days ago, and I made two in total, one for my father, and the other for you."

I took the sachet and looked at it carefully, only to see a "nine" embroidered on the front of the sachet, and a peach blossom tree embroidered on the back. Mu Xiaojiu leaned in and sniffed gently, and suddenly a faint fragrance of peach blossoms came to his face.

"Thank you, sister, I really didn't expect you to embroider, sister."

Huang Rong blinked, "You mean, you think I can only do martial arts, and I know how to fight and kill every day, right?" ”

Mu Xiaojiu was speechless for a while, and after thinking for a while, he finally spoke: "Speaking of which, I also prepared a gift for you and the master, but it is not ready yet, and it may not be given to you and the master until I leave the brewery." ”

"You're not in the brewery right now." Huang Rong teased Mu Xiaojiu.

"I'm ...... I didn't sneak out of it. ”

"Okay, okay, go back quickly, it's already time, I'm sleepy if you're not sleepy, wait until you wait so long, otherwise I would have fallen asleep."

nodded, and after Huang Rong left, Mu Xiaojiu also hurriedly slipped back to the brewery and went offline to rest.

……

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. And the rivers and lakes are always inevitably swords, swords, shadows, and bloody winds.

In the world of "martial arts", this is even more so.

"Fuck, Xi Jiu, where are you? Hurry up, you can't stand it. "After hurriedly sending a message to his good brother, who is also the current leader of the Ghost Praetorian Guard Gang, Purple Night Shijiu, Huang Ama rushed forward again with a long sword.

Today was supposed to be the day when their ghost guards made an appointment with the Blue and White Pavilion, preparing to fight outside Suzhou City, and the losing gang had to give up the garrison to the other party, and leave Suzhou City, and never enter Suzhou City for half a step.

However, just as a big war was about to break out, the people who stayed at the garrison suddenly sent a message to Shiya Hosojiu, saying that another small gang that usually does not interfere with river water, Tingfeng Pavilion, suddenly killed their gang's station.

So, Purple Night Hosojiu rushed back to the station with some of his brothers, while Huang Ama stayed here with the remaining part of his men and continued to fight against the other side.

The two of them originally thought that a small gang like Tingfeng Pavilion would be defeated in a few clicks, and as long as Ziye Xijiu was faster, they would still be able to rush back and continue the battle.

It's a pity that the combat power of the Listening Wind Pavilion was unexpectedly strong, and the Purple Night Hosojiu and the brothers he brought back were actually dragged to the station.

Raising his arm to wipe away the blood splashed on his face, Huang Ama shouted with a hideous face: "Yu Qinghua, you bastard, you are actually cheating!" There is a kind of death for your imperial grandfather! ”

No one answered, and the more than 2,000 people from the two gangs here had already been killed.

Huang Ama waved his sword, and the scattered pieces in the sword of the fallen Ying were used out, and for a while, the sword shadow was fluttering and scattered, scattered in all directions, and everywhere he passed, all the enemies were pointed at the center of the eyebrows by the tip of the sword, and they died in Huangquan.

When he left the island, he only learned one of the four high-level martial arts on Peach Blossom Island, that is, the Luoying Divine Sword evolved from the Luoying Divine Sword Palm, which was also Huang Ama's biggest regret when he left the island.

However, Huang Ama licked his lips and shook his long sword, "To deal with you people, a high-level martial art is enough!" ”

Yu Qinghua, who was hidden in the crowd, heard Huang Ama's roar, laughed twice, and the Great Songyang Divine Palm in his hand kept beckoning to the low-level gangs and ordinary gangs of the Ghost Praetorian Guard.

As the leader of a gang, he is not stupid, how can he fight hard with Huang Ama?

Now it's not a competition in the ring, it's a gang to grab territory, no matter how good you are, what can you do? When the brothers in your gang are almost dead, how much storm can you make alone?

However, it doesn't seem to be a matter of letting that Emperor Ama be so arrogant. Thinking about it, Yu Qinghua gently ordered Yang Wanli, the gang elder who was rushing with him, to let him go over and block Huang Ama.

The fighting on the battlefield has always been extremely fast, and in just a few minutes, more than half of the people on both sides have died. Therefore, Yang Wanli quickly found Huang Ama who was crisscrossing the battlefield, and slashed it without saying a word.

Feeling the faint chill behind him, Huang Ama turned around suddenly, and the long sword was chopped out by this sudden knife for more than five steps, and his hand was numb, and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.

Knowing that the other party's martial arts were not weak, Huang Ama couldn't care about anything else, so he could only focus on the other party temporarily.

Yang Wanli's long knife was horizontal, "You can take the knife I just had, you have a little ability, Yang Wanli, a disciple of the Jinwu Sect, you are the ghost's deputy gang leader Huang Ama." ”

Huang Ama snorted coldly, but did not respond, straightened forward with a straight sword, and attacked through the shadow of the flower butterfly.

Yang Wanli squinted, "Phew, arrogant ball, my Golden Crow Sect Golden Crow Sword Technique was born to restrain the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain Sect, your swordsmanship on Peach Blossom Island is similar to the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain Sect, you still dare to use it?" As he spoke, in an instant, he slashed out twelve knives in succession, including three knives on the top, three knives on the bottom, three knives on the left, and three knives on the right. These twelve knives, the knife momentum and sword qi of each knife are integrated, and the power is so fierce that the forced Emperor Ama can only withdraw and retreat, avoiding Yang Wanli's attack.

"Change, lightness, a fart!" Screaming, Yang Wanli continued to force Huang Ama to "Qianjun crush the camel!" ”

Fierce, still fierce, this knife slashed, Huang Ama only felt that there was no way to avoid such a large open space around him, and there was no way to retreat, so he could only raise his sword to resist.

"This guy, his internal strength is stronger than mine, and he is taking the road of opening and closing, I can't get home, I can't see his flaws, and I can't stop his strength, what can I do." Huang Ama felt the tremendous strength and majestic internal strength coming from the sword's body, and hurriedly withdrew and retreated, only then did he unload part of his strength and not suffer too serious injuries.

Who knows, Yang Wanli actually rushed up again.

"Huh? Seeing that I have lost a few times, are you careless? Seeing the empty door in Yang Wanli's chest, Huang Ama was overjoyed, the long sword rose from under his ribs, and the blade of the sword slashed diagonally through an arc, and one move came out one after another.

This sword, the sword shadow is heavy, like the plum blossom open, in fact, there is a fast and slow order, a sword is not a sword is a sword, it is a fast word, people are unguardable, especially like now, when attacking people are not guarded against, it is more effective.

"Fooled!" Just when Huang Ama was full of confidence, Yang Wanli suddenly laughed wildly, and he didn't know how the knife in his hand moved, but it turned into a cut in an instant, only to see the soles of his feet step the ground, and his body stepped back, and the knife cut a long cut on Huang Ama's left arm.

"Well, my trick to open the door and steal it is still to your taste." Yang Wanli sneered, shook his hand, and threw out the blood beads on the knife.

Huang Ama gritted his teeth, but in just four moves, his left arm was abolished, he originally thought that his martial arts were strong enough, but now it seems that he was too underestimated at that time to underestimate the heroes of the world.

Looking around again, the brethren of the Spectral Guard were now mostly dead and wounded.

The punishment for death in this game of martial arts is extremely heavy, once you die, everything you will be deprived, martial arts, status will no longer exist, and it will be a wasted water. Moreover, the martial arts you have learned in your mind will also be erased, and if you want to re-enter the rivers and lakes, you must learn art again.

In other words, after this battle, the efforts of more than 1,000 people for more than a month have been in vain.

Besides, the station can't be kept until now......

Unwilling!

Huang Ama's heart seemed to be lit with a flame, if there was no plan, if the Listening Wind Pavilion didn't come to make trouble, if it was......

There is no such thing as if.

After settling down, Huang Ama smiled, and laughed very fiercely.

"Come on, fight again!"

Looking at the person in front of him, the left sleeve was completely soaked in blood, but he was still full of fighting spirit, Yang Wanli secretly admired it in his heart.

"Okay, meet you!"

Carrying a knife, Yang Wanli walked towards Huang Ama step by step.

"Qianjun crushes the camel!"

The first knife, Huang Ama barely supported it, but his body had begun to shake.

"Qianjun crushes the camel!"

The second knife, Huang Ama still caught it, but after receiving this knife, he had already knelt on one knee, and his right arm was already trembling.

"Qianjun crushes the camel!"

The third sword, if it weren't for Yang Wanli's strength after cutting off Huang Ama's long sword, I'm afraid that Huang Ama would have been in a different place at this time.

Finally, is it going to work?

Huang Ama's serious light gradually faded, and the sound of fighting in his ears became smaller and smaller, and I am afraid that the brothers of the Ghost Praetorian Guard are almost dead.

I'm going to die.

In his ears, Yang Wanli's shouting came again.

"Qianjun crushes the camel!"