PS: The monthly pass of 150 is in sight, brothers, give me some strength-

"The sword is a murderous sword!"

"The sword is a murderous sword!"

"The sword is a murderous sword!"

This plain sentence is like a muffled thunder exploding in the air.

Yang Yizhi only felt like an enlightenment, as if something was transparent, and even the cold hairs on his body exploded and stood upright, when he first heard this, his eyes seemed to be confused and clear, and he repeated this sentence in his mouth, "The sword is a murderous sword!" ”

Su Liufang's every subtle movement of the sword slowed down, and it was replayed countless times in his mind, the sword shadow was cold, the sword blade was also cold, and the sword was a murderous sword.

In this way, the mind is detached, and the heart returns to the Rainbow, which is in line with the wonderful realm of no thought and no thought.

Only unconsciously, Yang Yi's mind was unimpeded, and a warm current flowed from his internal organs, but it was Shaolin that poured a divine true qi, washing in his meridians, and so on, he even opened every pore, and a stinky sweat appeared.

Su Liu calmly glanced at him from the side, took off his coat, and draped it on Yang Yizhi's body.

If you get a cool breeze after sweating, you can easily catch the cold.

Not enough, since he had already pointed out this fundamental sentence about his own kendo, he inadvertently opened a majestic door for Yang Yizhi, and at the same time planted a seed, waiting for him to sprout, blossom, and bear bright fruits.

Yang Yizhi, how far can this little demon go?

Suliu also wanted to know.

"The sword is a murderous sword, or more than three feet long. Or there are four feet long, what can you do if the sword is in your hand? ”

Su Liu asked Yang Yizhi softly.

Sweat rolled down Yang Yizhi's forehead. He still whispered to himself; "The sword is a murderous sword?"

It's like falling into a state of madness, and there is nothing else to think about.

There was no superfluous expression on Su Liu's face, he just nodded calmly, and then asked; "Kill whom?"

The tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and there was a shock!

Yang Yizhi raised his head with red eyes and said, "In order to avenge the blood, I will kill the seventy-three people of my Yang family." ”

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"Good!"

Seven Killings. came out of the mouth of a young son who was more than ten years old, and everyone seemed to be stunned.

Su Liu nodded with satisfaction and said; "These seventy-three people are not dead. Your kendo has infinite momentum. By the time you kill all these seventy-three people, you won't need me to teach you anything. ”

Although he said it easily and freely, he was very relieved, but Yang Yizhi shed two lines of incomparably clear tears. Kneel solemnly. Kowtowed, and his voice was firm and childish: "Master will always be Master." ”

The desert outside the inn is lonely and lonely, and the sand is cold and the moon is cool.

The soft and dim candlelight fell on Suliu's face.

Su Liu closed his eyes silently, sat silently, and did not have an ethereal posture.

In fact, he was also reflecting on whether he was right or wrong in his heart, and using extraordinary means to stimulate the dark side of hatred in Yang Yi's heart like this already belongs to a typical example of the sword going sideways to the extreme, and it is not a dignified and majestic avenue at all. In this way, the chances of success are naturally very slim.

Suliu only knows one person. That is the sword saint of the Tianya Bright Moon Knife. Fu Hongxue.

It's just a thousand worlds, vast and insignificant, but there is only one sword saint Fu Hongxue.

Yang Yizhi has some similarities with Fu Hongxue in essence, but whether he can achieve kendo or not depends on Yang Yizhi's own cultivation, and it is impossible for Su Liu to take him by his side and take care of and teach.

"No matter what kind of sword moves, all of them can be used for you, as long as you remember the sentence 'the sword is a murderous sword', your mind is only sincere to the sword. Remember? ”

Although Su Liu sat on this simple stool and spoke lightly, everyone was looking at him, and everyone seemed to be able to see a mysterious aura in everyone's eyes, covering his body.

The other person who was sitting with Jia Ting had eyes like poisonous snakes, and when he saw Jia Ting's eyes and nose, his nose and his heart, and there were a little beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, he smiled and said; "Your Excellency has such a big breath, do you know that when you killed Lu Xiaochuan, you have already provoked someone who should not be provoked, although you have some skills, but you don't know whether you are alive or dead, it's a pity!"

It's no wonder that he blamed Su Liu, at that time, the two behemoths of Dongchang and Xichang were both powerful, the emperor was like a puppet, and he was controlled by Dongchang in his hands, and the Xichang tribes were headed by Wan Guifei in the palace, and at the same time assisted in controlling the Son of Heaven, although there was a little friction between the two forces, they also reached a clever balance.

Under the leadership of Cao Shaoqin and Yuhuatian, the East Factory and the West Factory have their own purposes, but they are not all compatible.

Su Liu smiled slightly, and saw that this person's clothing was not the same as the clothes of the iron-blooded black horse, and he thought that he was from the West Factory, but he ignored him, stretched out his hand, and said, "Boss, go get paper and ink." ”

"Dead man, do you want the old lady to get it, the old lady will listen to you!"

Jin Zhuyu muttered angrily, but her confidence was getting weaker and weaker, she really couldn't pose in front of Su Liu, and she couldn't bring that hooking mask, Su Liu just sat there and looked at her quietly, as if she already had the power to see through people's hearts.

She had no choice but to obediently go to get paper, pen and ink, and the guys at the Dragon Gate Inn all opened their mouths and stared, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief, as if watching a monster watch the pungent proprietress become so obedient.

"Take it."

Jin Zhuyu slapped the paper and pen on the table in front of Su Liu, and the teacup was slapped up by her, glaring at the guys in the Dragon Gate Inn, and shouted; "Look at it, look at your dead head, I haven't seen an old lady raise a little white face."

Su Liu laughed, shook his head, and began to write and draw on the paper by himself.

Jia Ting saw that Su Liu had no killing intent, so he took a breath, pretended to tidy up his clothes, but in fact, he adjusted and suppressed the emotions in his heart, and asked with a sly smile that he thought was gentle, but he was not smiling; "Respect for driving martial arts, Jia admires it very much, but we do things in the East Factory, please also respect the driving for convenience, and there will be a reward in the future."

While he was talking, he made a gesture of please, but on the other hand, he was observing Su Liu's body shape and appearance, thinking carefully about where such a person was born in the rivers and lakes.

The dead soldiers of the East Factory also looked at their big stalls in disbelief, the East Factory was used to being rampant, where would they talk to a person with such a low posture, not to mention that this person looked young and terrifying, this is simply the sun coming out of the west.

In fact, their martial arts are not as good as Jia Ting's realm, and their eyesight can't keep up with Jia Ting, Su Liu's sword to kill Lu Xiaochuan, the sword momentum is as fast as thunder, unexpected, Lu Xiaochuan, a long-famous master of Dongchang, didn't even make a counterattack, in the heart of Jia Ting, the head of Dongchang, Su Liu's swordsmanship is so subtle, it is no longer under the sword god Zhao Huai'an.

However, Jia Ting thought about it for a long time, and thought about it, but he didn't come up with a reason, because the result was destined to disappoint him, Su Liu seemed to appear out of thin air, and no one's impression overlapped with Su Liu.

"Do you understand?"

Su Liu still ignored him, hugged Yang Yizhi, and said lightly.

Yang Yizhi's eyes were bright, and he recited silently in Su Liu's ear, and after reading it a few times, he recited the content that Su Liu's handwriting on the paper without any mistakes or omissions.

Su Liu nodded with satisfaction, he is also a person who is very afraid of trouble, this little apprentice is talented, and he has the ability to never forget, which can be regarded as reducing his burden.

What he wrote on the paper was the half of the nameless sword scripture of the one-word Hui Sword Gate that he inadvertently obtained from his laughter, this sword book claimed to be able to cultivate half of the sword mang, and the whole book could condense the sword gang, Su Liu didn't know a little about it until now, and passed it on to Yang Yizhi as the foundation sword technique.

In fact, as long as you find the right way to everything, the foundation is solid, and the progress is a rapid progress.

The same is true of martial arts, Yang Yizhi has been taught by Su Liu, and the integration of martial arts and science is simply twice the result with half the effort, and the role of the master is also here, leading people to get started. What's more, Su Liu's swordsmanship has been faintly touched since Liancheng~ to a wonderful realm.

Ordinary people still grope and walk on their own, but you can learn to fly with the help of famous teachers.

The two people, one big and one small, seem to be isolated from the outside world. Jia Ting and the stall head of the West Factory did not give an order, but they did not dare to do it immediately, the two sides were deadlocked, and the foreheads of the Helan Mountain Gang were full of sweat.

Qiu Moyan had a different mind, staring at the tea in the cup, as if thinking of the wind and sand in the desert, and thinking of what Su left on the roof, at this time, it was already past the time to meet Zhou Huai'an and Zhou Juxia, but the Dongchang Eagle Dog had already arrived, and the future of his group was bleak, whether they were alive or dead, there was no way to know.

And Su Liu, the person, didn't know whether it was evil or not. All kinds of sorrows came to his heart, and Qiu Moyan's mood was the same as the water in this rippling cup, and it was difficult to say it to outsiders.

Yang Yizhi had forgotten everything, and Su Liu had already taken him into a new world.

After listening to Yang Yizhi's silent recitation, Su Liu patted him on the shoulder, pointed at Jia Ting, and smiled: "Go and try it." ”

Yang Yizhi glanced at Jia Ting, still a little timid, this Jia Ting is the Murder Demon King, he was feeling the gaze of Su Liu and the others, and he sneered, the distorted smile on his face was really indescribably murderous.

"Just because you said a few words, you want to ask this kid to kill me to take revenge? It's really funny! ”

Jia Ting sneered, put a pair of judge's pens on the table, and beckoned softly, "Come, boy from the Yang family, come and ask our family to take a look, is it really good?"

His voice was extremely feminine, and there was a bit of slaughter in his soft air, and the subordinates of the East and West factories all showed cruel smiles, watching Yang Yizhi, who was only up to their waists, slowly walk in front of Jia Ting.

But the more I looked at it, the more frightened I became, Yang Yizhi was only in his teens at this time, but there was no expression on his face at all, but there was a little indifference similar to Su Liu.

Yang Yizhi made a sword with a ridiculous finger, pointing at Jia Ting, the head of the East Factory, holding a short sword in his hand.

The killers of the East Factory and the West Factory had a cruel smile on their faces, and the muscles on their faces couldn't help beating.

Su Liu also laughed and stroked his palms and laughed. (To be continued.) )