A ghost-headed broadsword with nine brass rings hanging from it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A phoenix knife thinner than a piece of paper.

A gold-backed machete engraved with a name.

A blue blade full of gaps.

A broad-bladed heavy sword of forty-six pounds.

A blue sky hook sickle spear tied with a red rope to ward off evil spirits.

There are also calloused hands that are as long as five fingers.

Seven blades, seven masters.

It's nearly dusk, and the sun is setting endlessly. Their foreheads were already covered with beads of sweat, reflecting the golden sunset.

But no one reached out to wipe it, and no one spoke. The seven masters of the seven blades just silently formed a circle, and in this circle, there was another person.

It was a young man in white with sharp eyebrows.

He didn't seem to see the seven blades in front of him at all, let alone the seven masters of the blades who were drenched in cold sweat. He just held his head high, staring at the restaurant on the side of the street with a pair of bright eyes.

It's an ordinary small restaurant, no matter which town you go to, you can see this kind of two-storey restaurant. Although the sky has not completely darkened at this moment, the restaurant has two wooden doors closed, and it seems that it has been closed for a long time.

But in the eyes of the young man in white, this ordinary small restaurant seems to be a giant beast.

"Your Excellency came to my Yueyang City alone, what is the matter?"

The owner of a pair of hands finally couldn't hold it anymore. After saying this, he couldn't help licking his chapped lips, and then he let out another "puff" and spit out a drop of sweat that fell into his mouth.

The young man in white who was surrounded by them did not answer.

Seeing that the sunset was slowly sinking in the west, and finally only a glimmer of dim yellow was left in the sky, the young man in white still did not react. The owner of the hand immediately blackened his face, but this time he only said two words:

"Look for death!"

Then his hands were up. First slapped each other's palms, and then both palms came out together, attacking the back of the white-clothed young man's heart one after the other.

This trick seems very simple, but it is the essence of the master's thirty years of hard work. The seemingly simple double palm strike was secretly hidden in sixteen changes. No matter how the young man in white disassembles, these hands have a way to deal with them one by one.

The young man in white did not dismantle, but hid.

As soon as he moved, he slid forward three feet in the flick of his fingers, leaving the ten variations of those two hands far behind. And he never looked at the hands that attacked him, and his eyes were still staring at the restaurant motionlessly.

Seeing the light skill of the young man in white, the owner of the hand was first surprised, and then rejoiced.

I was surprised that my light skills were not as good as this young man in white, but I was happy that the light skills of this young man in white were nothing more than that.

So the owner of the hand immediately glanced at the other six kinds of blades, and the three knives, two swords, and one spear suddenly came to life, and they all beckoned to the young man in white.

The young man in white neither parried, nor fought back.

He just used light skills to move in all directions in front of the restaurant, dodging the attacks of the seven blades one by one.

Sometimes he is like a kun breaking the waves, and sometimes he is like a peng in the sky.

But none of these seven blades are easy to mess with. The sword light, sword shadow, spear momentum, and palm wind swayed and poured out, gradually weaving into an impermeable net, firmly enveloping the white-clothed young man in it.

Whether it is Kun or Peng, they will never be able to escape this net.

So it didn't take long for him to hear a muffled "bang", and the left shoulder of the young man in white had been swept by his hand.

Seeing that he failed to knock the opponent down on the spot with this palm, the owner of the hand was shocked again, and then rejoiced.

I am surprised that my internal strength is not as good as that of this young man in white, and I am happy that the internal strength of this young man in white is nothing more than that.

So the owner of the hand immediately glanced at the other six kinds of blades, and then the three knives, two swords, and one spear became even more vicious, and without the slightest trace, they all beckoned to the white-clothed young man.

In the blink of an eye, the back of the young man in white was also cut by the Fengming knife, and a long blood mark was cut. Accompanied by a little splash of blood, the owner of the Fengming Knife shouted angrily:

"You kid, if you don't give up the knife and admit defeat, you will immediately have your blood splashed on the spot!"

The young man in white didn't seem to feel the pain in his body, and his handsome face was as still as water. He never looked at the people who besieged him, and his two eyes were still staring at the restaurant.

What is there in that restaurant that deserves such vigilance from this young man in white?

For a while, the owner of the hand suddenly became murderous, and suddenly shouted: "Close the net!"

The other six blades immediately shouted in unison: "Collect the net!"

"Closing the net" is their password, that is, the meaning of working together to make a lore.

Then all seven blades unleashed their tricks at the same time.

The Qingfeng Sword and the broad-bladed heavy sword were twisted left and right, locking the ribs of the white-clothed youth.

The ghost-headed broadsword and the golden-backed machete slashed down in parallel, slashing at the shoulders of the white-clothed youth.

Feng Ming's knife slashed diagonally and slashed at the back of the neck of the young man in white.

The blue sky hook sickle pierced through the air and stabbed into the chest of the young man in white.

There was also a pair of calloused hands as long as five fingers, which fell from the sky and grabbed the top of the white-clothed young man's head.

The combined strike of the seven blades has been practiced thousands of times in private, and the enemy has never missed a hand. According to statistics, a total of 16 top martial arts masters have died under their lore.

At this moment, these seven people cooperated just right, and with their concerted efforts, the lore was achieved. With the last rays of the sun disappearing into the sky, with this hotel as the center, the entire town was filled with a murderous aura with their lore.

The young man in white in the murderous aura had a solemn face, and a trace of spark immediately burst out in his eyes.

He finally felt the danger.

Still not dodging, he just reached out and lifted the hem of his shirt under his waist, revealing a long black knife.

Seeing this pitch-black long knife appear, the two wooden doors of the restaurant suddenly flew out, and a shopkeeper-like person jumped out of the restaurant, exclaiming:

"Keep people under the knife!"

It's a pity that it's all over.

The Ghost Head Broadsword, the Phoenix Sword, the Golden-Back Machete, the Blue Blade Sword, the Broad-Bladed Heavy Sword, the Blue Sky Hook Scythe, and a pair of hands fell to the ground at the same time.

And the owner of these seven types of blades, with a trace of dazedness on his face, also slowly fell backwards with the fallen blades.

An even red thread gradually soaked through the necks of the seven masters, and then blood spurted rapidly, and it actually soared more than three feet high from the wound.

The young man in white just gently shook off the blood droplets on the blade, carefully put the knife into the sheath, and then quietly stared at the shopkeeper who rushed out of the restaurant.

"What a quick knife. ”

The shopkeeper exclaimed. He looked at the seven corpses on the ground one by one, let out a long sigh, and said:

"I only hate that I have no eyes and no beads, and I don't even know the prince of Jingyue, who is mighty in Huaxia. Otherwise, the seven of them would not have lost their lives because of this. ”

The face of the young man in white also showed a trace of helplessness, and he said lightly: "I didn't want to kill anyone. ”

He couldn't help but add: "As soon as the knife is struck, life and death are no longer in the hands of others." Not even me. ”

His people are cold, his knives are cold, and his words are even colder.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He stood there for a long time, and finally arched his hand and said: "In Xia Song Xuan, the people in the rivers and lakes call it 'breaking wealth and avoiding disasters'. It is the disciple of Dongting Lake Jiang Ye, and it is also the steward here. ”

The young man in white didn't care at all, and said slowly: "I'm here to find someone. ”

The girl in the crimson dress vaguely came to his mind. She obviously went to Huguang with the group of people from the torture and arrest room, but she was always in Yueyang City in front of her.

But in this small town of Antai Town on the outskirts of Yueyang City, he was clearly blocked, and he was Jiang Wangcai's person.

The shopkeeper immediately understood what he was saying, and let out a long sigh.

"Please forgive me, now that the situation in my Huguang territory is grim, Jiang Ye has issued a strict order a few days ago, and no one in the imperial court will be allowed to step into Yueyang City. Since Childe is the commander of the Imperial Court's Governor's Mansion, then please forgive me for being rude and not let Childe pass. This is my responsibility, so please don't embarrass me. ”

In that case, the only way to do this is to keep fighting.

The young man in white looked at him coldly, and once again pulled out the long black knife at his waist.

The long knife sounded without wind, and suddenly slashed out a black light, but it was his backhand that slashed and fell on the ground behind him.

As the shopkeeper's face changed drastically, the ground behind the white-clothed young man was suddenly shattered by this knife. At the crack, a one-armed dwarf burst out of the ground, wielding a blue-light dagger desperately.

Then a red thread appeared on the gnome's face, stretching from one of his brows to the right of his jaw. The dwarf just screamed in his mouth, and finally his voice became quieter and quieter, and finally he fell to the ground.

The dwarf, who originally planned to attack from the dirt behind him, was actually stabbed by the young man in white and killed on the spot. Not only him, but even the shopkeeper couldn't figure it out: the young man in white had been staring at him, but how did he find the dwarf in the dirt?

The young man in white did not put the knife into the sheath this time, his eyes were still silently looking at the shopkeeper, but in the seven points of killing intent, there were two points of regret and one point of hesitation.

The shopkeeper looked at the long black knife in the hand of the young man in white, and his eyes couldn't help but be confused, but he immediately became firm again. He went straight to meet the gaze of the young man in white, and burst out with a pride that looked at death as if he were at home:

Now that Jiang Ye has given the order, he can't let you go by saying anything.

Even if you are the first to compete for the moon in the world in ten years.

The young man in white seemed to sigh, and finally raised his foot and stepped forward, and said lightly:

"You're qualified to take this trick from me. ”

Then he raised the pitch-black long knife above his head and slowly slashed down from top to bottom, which was an ordinary move in the knife technique to the extreme.

"Uniquely open Huashan".