Chapter Seventy-Six: The Sword of the Third Young Master of the Yang Family

The Ten Thousand Horses Gang is crazy!

Rumors.

Since the Wanma Gang has undergone great changes, and has encountered the Danxia faction on Kunwu Mountain, after returning from the feathers, the behavior of the entire Wanma Gang has been greatly abnormal.

The Wanma Gang is one of the largest gangs in Xipingzhou.

Although he was deflated in Kunwu Mountain, his strength is still there.

However!

However, in the period of more than a month, more than ten sects such as the Heming Martial Arts Hall, the Changhe Gate, the Golden Sword Society, and the Iron Spear Society were annexed one after another.

Swept away all the gangs around Heming City.

It has also recruited a group of good players, among which there are many masters.

The strength of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang has increased dramatically.

For a time, there were strong enemies in the Western Regions knocking on the pass, and there were ten thousand horse gangs killing frantically inside, and the entire Heming Pass to the pacification mansion made people panic.

Just when everyone was expecting the Wuhou Mansion to punish the Wanma Gang.

An unknown sect on Kunwu Mountain raised a butcher's knife to the Wanma Gang.

......

A wine shop outside the city.

It was midday, and business at the liquor store began to pick up.

Three cups and two yellow soups were eaten, and the guests at a table began to gossip.

"Did you hear that? The deputy leader of the Wanma Gang died last night. ”

"You mean the original president of the Golden Sword Society?"

"Isn't it??After the Golden Sword was merged by the Wanma Gang, this president was even promoted to the deputy gang leader, but he didn't want to ......"

"What are you gasping for, say it quickly. ”

"The wine is gone. ”

"I'll go! Xiao Er will serve wine, I will have a treat today, you can talk quickly. ”

"This morning, I saw the Ten Thousand Horses Gang helping people collect corpses, hey, that miserable, there are no whole corpses, and the wound looks like it was caused by a very fast knife technique......

Slowly, all the drinkers gathered around and listened to the man's gossip.

Only one table of three guests remained untouched.

I saw one of the extremely handsome scholars, and joked to a cold man:

"It's still the third senior brother's sword skills that are powerful, and the other party who kills them at once is terrified. ”

The third senior brother, naturally Gong Ling, is a little embarrassed, but he still said with a drag on his face:

"That is, the senior brother is not allowed, according to what we said, he directly took the dog's head that he inherited from him, and it was a hundred. ”

Xiang Tianxiao picked up the wine cup and drank it all, and after drinking, he smashed his mouth and pointed at Gong Ling to ask him to pour wine for himself, and said:

"How do you know that if you die for one continuation, there won't be a second continuation?"

Gong Ling was speechless for a while, and Yang Xiao next to him also nodded slowly, and said:

"What the senior brother in charge said is that if you don't fight, you will be killed if you beat it, so as to avoid future troubles. ”

Xiang Tian smiled and nodded, and picked up the wine cup again.

Gong Ling also picked up the wine and drank it with him, and when the wine was finished, he wiped his mouth and said:

"I'll go again tonight and kill two more of them. ”

Xiang Tianxiao put down the wine cup, touched his chin with his hand, glanced at Yang Xiao, and said:

"Fourth Senior Brother, do you think the Ten Thousand Horses Gang will set up a mourning hall today?"

When Yang Xiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Xiang Tian smile and said:

"Fourth junior brother, after you have worked hard, I will go to make trouble for them during the day, third junior brother, I have something for you to do. ”

After the three of them agreed, Yang Xiao went straight to the station of the Wanma Gang.

......

Although it is winter, it has been cloudy and indifferent for days, so there is no sunshine at all, and the cold and yin do not disperse.

Yang Xiao walked all the way, this is a small road leading to the Ten Thousand Horse Gang, the road is not wide, but it is enough to accommodate two horses in parallel.

Before we got there, there was the sound of horses' hooves behind me.

When Yang Xiao looked back, he saw more than a dozen people galloping over, and the waist card of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang was tied to their waists.

Yang Xiao smiled, didn't turn around, turned his back, pulled out the Qing Ying Sword, and pointed diagonally at the ground.

A small drop of water dew dripped on the back of Yang Xiao's sword-wielding hand, Yang Xiao raised his head and looked at the sky, this is not a good weather to kill.

Winter lingers in the south, but winter in the north comes quickly, and the cold air is filled with a murderous atmosphere.

(眄話miǎn lài, meaning left and right to look forward to)

Feng Chaoen, the former second master of the Golden Sword Society, a master of the rivers and lakes, he is returning to the Wanma Gang to run for funeral.

Feng Chaoen was a little depressed, and after merging into the Wanma Gang, he originally thought that he had climbed to a high branch, but he didn't want to spend a few days, and his original president and current deputy gang leader were taken from his head.

This is not the first time, in the past few days, there have been assassinations of good people in the hall, and several halls have been picked.

The murderer did not hide it, it was the people on the Kunwu Mountain who did it, and they wanted to come to the door to seek revenge, but there were Jinyi guards stationed at the foot of the Kunwu Mountain.

Moreover, Jinyiwei obviously has a sense of favoritism.

Feng Chaoen couldn't help but scolded loudly: "This person from the Kunwu faction is shameless, and he has the ability to come face to face with the gong and drum on the other side." ”

The voice fell.

Wishes have to come true!

In front of him, a white-clothed scholar stood with his sword on his back, Feng Chaoen frowned, and stopped the horse with a sound of 'huh~~~'.

"Dare to ask what friend is in front of you, and the hall master of the Ten Thousand Horses Gang is Feng Chaoen. ”

The white-clothed scholar turned around slowly, slowly raised his head, and had a jade face and red lips:

"My surname is Yang, and I came from Kunwu Mountain. ”

Feng Chaoen's cheeks twitched, he forcibly suppressed his anger, hugged his fists, and said loudly: "Yang Sanshao, I advise you not to wade into this troubled water, or go back to your Yang ......"

"You talk a lot of nonsense, draw your sword. Yang Xiao was a little impatient, why did all his opponents say this?

Feng Chaoen has not been in Heming City for a day or two, and he is also clear about the situation of the three young men of the Yang family.

He sneered, stretched out his hand to the hilt of the knife, and thought to himself:

"You are a weak scholar, you have only practiced martial arts for a few days, since you have entered the rivers and lakes, you can't complain about others in this life and death, no matter how powerful your family is, it can't be the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

He pulled out his knife at will, did not dismount, and rushed directly to Yang Xiao as soon as he clamped the horse's belly, shouting in his mouth:

"The surname Yang is here. ”

Suddenly, the horse rushed to the front, Yang Xiao's body folded backwards and gave up a knife, and his hand did not stop, a cold light flashed through the horse's belly, and the horse was in pain.

Bong Chao-eun didn't check for a while, and fell off the horse in an instant.

Before this person landed, he immediately felt a cold air invade his body, and a white light appeared in the corner of his eye, and when he wanted to dodge, he only felt a pain in his neck, and a stream of heat rushed out.

Yang Xiao slowly turned around, faced the subordinates of the Ten Thousand Horses Gang Hall Master, and said without a trace of anger:

"Let's go up together. ”

I saw that on the trail, more than a dozen men with knives rushed towards a white-clothed scholar.

It's just the middle of winter, and it's still cold;

These members of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang only felt a cold wind blowing.

The white-clothed scholar's movements were very elegant.

The traces of the sword are also natural.

A wisp of blood floated up.

It is a metaphor for someone who has passed away.

A sword into the throat.

Blood blooms under the sword.

The splendor of that moment,

It's suffocating.

At the same time, it is also a beautiful picture.

It's hard to describe the picture.

This is the unique beauty of the swordsmanship of the third young master of the Yang family.

Even if it's his brother,

The one who taught him the art of swordsmanship,

can't dance such a beautiful sword.

There is a pursuit.

The name says: The beauty of martial arts.

Although, he is still far from the word 'Tao'.

However, it is a wholehearted immersion.

It is a pursuit of beauty.

The sword is no longer a weapon for him to kill.

It's a paintbrush.

A brush that paints life.

In his paintings:

Alive!

There is death!

Yang Xiao is not a person who loves to kill.

He loves the beauty of life at the moment when he kills.

After painting, or killing people, Yang Xiao walked to Feng Chaoen's side again, and he didn't even lose his breath.

Yang Xiao smiled at him very kindly:

"Next time you call someone, be polite. ”

Next time? There will be no next time.

The sword of the third young master of the Yang family is pregnant with the opportunity to live, but it is a trick to kill people.

The wind, blowing, just to blow away the smell of blood in the air.

The rain finally fell, just enough to wash away the blood stains on the trail.

The man, still standing in the rain, shook off the rain or blood on the sword, and put the sword into the sheath.

Yang Xiao exhaled and inhaled again.

This is the rivers and lakes.