There's a good show to watch - that's what everyone thinks.

Don't fight - that's the shopkeeper's idea.

Be careful—that's what Shiratori thinks.

However, just when everyone was thinking nonsense, one person moved, and it was Nangong beside Ghost Cry.

She acted like a weak woman last night, but she wasn't really a weak woman.

The broken sword came out of its sheath, and the living water ghost didn't react at all, and was stabbed in the chest with a sword.

His eyes widened in surprise. The blue skin on his chest was pierced by the broken sword, and the muscles of pig iron were pierced, and then, against the bones of steel.

Bite!

The remnant sword was blocked, and the living water ghost reacted, smiling and raising a pair of arms.

At this time, it is time to withdraw and fly away. Unexpectedly, Nangong didn't mean to retreat at all, but posted it.

Call!

The hammer whistled and swept with a strong wind. Nangong is like a fluttering flocculent, dancing with the wind.

The hammers slammed into each other with a violent sound, like thunder on dry land.

The strong wind stirred, but Nangong disappeared into the eyes of the living water ghost.

A burst of exclamations came from the crowd, and the living water ghost raised his head violently, and suddenly, a sole of his shoe enlarged in front of his eyes.

Bang!

The living water ghost was kicked in the cheek, his head tilted slightly, and his feet did not move half a minute, like a tree taking root.

Nangong fluttered in the air, twisted his delicate body, turned his body, and turned around with a sword.

The living water ghost lifted the hammer, and with a soft clang, the remnant sword touched on the hammer. Nangong's body turned again, and the scabbard shot out like lightning from his left hand, hitting the throat of the living water ghost.

Light and chic, strange and complementary, typical Jiangnan Jianghu swordsmanship.

However, the throat of the living water ghost was shattered by a scabbard, but it did not look uncomfortable at all, but took half a step forward, twisted his arm, and slapped the scabbard with the hammer in his left hand, and the hammer in his right hand had been thrown behind him, and then, with a shake of his shoulder, the hammer in his right hand swung over.

It seems to be a light hammer, but it is really smashed, and I am afraid that the stones will have to turn to ashes.

Nangong naturally didn't make a hard connection, and as soon as he was short, he lightly let go of the hammer, and the people around him hurriedly retreated, avoiding this fierce hammer. This is not over, Nangong's body turned around, and another sword hit the armpit of the living water ghost, piercing the skin and flesh, and was blocked by the ribs again.

One of the two is light and changeable, and his swordsmanship is sharp. An invulnerability, infinite force. It seems like half a pound and eight taels.

On the other end, Ghost Cry suddenly pulled out the knife, and slashed out of thin air, the sparks on the edge of the knife burst out, and a poisonous needle was cut off.

His eyes were like knives, and he swept through the crowd to find the person who had sneaked up on him.

When the man saw him, his face turned pale, and he passed through the crowd like oil, and he wanted to leave.

With a wave of the long knife, the crimson sword light flashed. The milk swallow passed through the forest, and the sword light of the half moon passed through the crowd, and with a snort, the red knife light turned blood red, and then dissipated.

The guy who escaped in the poison had a dream of falling to the ground and his body being cut in two.

The exclamation sounded, and the people reacted and hurriedly dispersed to both sides.

A few unlucky guys threw themselves on the clothes that suddenly caught fire, and a cold sweat broke out on their bodies at that time.

Just now, they saw Ghost Cry swing his knife, and then he shot out a knife light, staggering past them, and then, the unlucky boy lying on the ground instantly turned in half.

The knife light was close to them, thinking about the guy who was cut in half by the knife light, he was suddenly shocked and angry, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't even dare to look at the ghost cry.

This person can't be provoked.

On the other side of Nangong, it has come to an end, but the living water ghost has not yet noticed it.

He failed to hit Nangong several times in a row, but was injured by Nangong one after another, and the anger in his heart rose, and he roared and raised a hammer in anger.

He knew that this time Nangong would definitely be able to dodge again. But suddenly, as if he was stupid, Nangong suddenly put away his sword, and then stood there motionless.

The hammer swinged, however, frighteningly slowly.

He sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

The frost erupted from the wound and spread all the way around, but in a few moments, it spread all over the body.

With the jamming of "Kaka", the hammer stopped, and it was still five inches away from Nangong.

Suddenly, cracks erupted in the living water ghost's arm.

Suddenly, the hammer flew out with a hand, and the crack spread in his arm.

Rumble!

The crowd flashed the hammer in panic, and the hammer hit the floor, shattering the floor,

At the same time, one of the living water ghost's arms also turned into pieces, and then the whole person collapsed, and the head touched the ground first. After slamming on the ground, there was a loud bang, and the head flew out.

One knife and one sword, one ice and one fire, one knife is fierce, and one sword is light.

The two stood together, and inexplicably, everyone retreated and suppressed those bad thoughts in their hearts.

The shopkeeper looked at the situation with a bitter face, wondering whether to keep his belongings or flee first for respect.

"Knife!" Nangong said suddenly.

Ghost Cry was a little puzzled, and Nangong stretched out his hand to the blade. With his fingers stroking, the reddish blade became snow-white again.

Ghost Cry put away the knife, turned around, and slapped his left hand on the counter: "Shopkeeper, check out." ”

As Ghost Cry and Nangong left side by side, no one dared to stop them, and no one dared to chase them. After all, no one wants to be cut in two with a single slash, and no one wants to be turned into a shattered piece of frozen meat.

People looked at each other, and the white bird in the crowd breathed a sigh of relief and silently put away the gourd.

Suddenly, someone slapped the counter of the shopkeeper: "The shopkeeper, come to the room, ask for Tianzi No. 8!"

The others were stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted in their hearts, so cunning. So, they rushed to the counter and slapped the silver in their hands on the table: "Shopkeeper, give me room No. 8 of Tianzi." ”

"Shopkeeper, you dare to ask him for your life, give me the house. ”

......

Others didn't go up together, but looked at the group of guys crowded in front of the counter like fools, and then went upstairs.

These guys, their brains are rusty, can it be that a lock can still block people?

There were only three people, and they did not move, but sat peacefully at the table.

Eating and drinking.

One of them is Shiratori, who ordered a meal because he was worried about the ghost crying, but he didn't eat at all, and now he can finally eat properly.

The other two, one handsome with a sword on the left and right, dressed strangely. Dressed in a white young man's costume, but strangely, his clothes are too symmetrical.

Generally speaking, the white-clothed young man's suit is covered with a layer on the outside and a layer on the inside, and the layer inside is "Y", which is not the case with him.

For the sake of symmetry, I made a V-neck. Coupled with the unusually upright bun, the word chic was lost and became solemn.

Needless to say, this person is naturally the Bashu Sword Saint Mei Shengxue.

As for the man beside him, his long hair parted straight from it, like a canyon splitting his skull in two. Bent over his waist, holding a wine jug, standing aside, with a flattering face, and a pair of very symmetrical handprints on his neck are very eye-catching.

Glancing at this guy, Mei Shengxue frowned and said, "Straighten the wine jug." ”

The person next to him shuddered, and quickly adjusted the flask, straightening it, and the ears of the flask were just straight to the middle of his chest.

Mei Shengxue nodded with satisfaction, looking at the place where the ghost cried and they left, thoughtfully.

That girl's swordsmanship is so handsome, but it's not much worse than her 14-year-old self, but I don't know if it's the responsibility in the portrait.

In front of the table, there is a painting, right in the middle of the table. The woman in the painting looks indifferent and hides behind the door.

In other words, the lines on the scabbard are exactly the same as those on the girl's scabbard.