The thin and tall man with thick fingers under the umbrella did not know the idea of Ding Ning at this moment, and he did not hurry to follow the two foreigners, calm and indifferent.

Outside the fish market is still raining, the water in the pond is about to flow out, and the grass on the shore is drifting with the waves.

The young people with thick eyebrows and the young people walked outside the city, and gradually the huge corner towers that stood up in the wind and rain also disappeared behind them in the smoke and rain.

There are several wooden pavilions on the side of the postway outside the city, one of which happens to be called the autumn rain pavilion.

It was a small, broken kiosk full of dead vines.

Looking at this shabby little pavilion and the rushing pedestrians in the smoke and rain, there was also a rain fog in the eyes of the clear young man.

This kind of small pavilion was built to protect pedestrians from the wind and rain, but the autumn wind and autumn rains, in this difficult-to-walk weather, pedestrians are more hurried to drive, a person who avoids the rain.

The same is true of life, the road and the thought in the beginning, often contrary to the wishes.

Behind him to help him with the umbrella of the young man did not have such feelings, since leaving the fish market, his eyebrows have been somewhat locked, bright eyes in the machine is getting stronger and stronger.

Looking at the Qing Xiu young man in front of him, he stopped to look at the small pavilion, he lowered his voice and asked, “Is it here?”

The young man shook hands and nodded, “Here it is.”

The young man began to get a little excited: “Let me shoot?”

Qing Xiu young people looked at him, his face calm as water: "The other side's strength is good, here is the long mausoleum, we can not spend more time here, so you are very suitable."

The more excited the young man, who did not hold an umbrella, wiped his clothes on his clothes, as if his palms were sweating.

The young man seemed to be in a better mood, smiling slightly, stepping into the small pavilion, waiting quietly.

The young man thought for a moment, did not follow into the small pavilion, but stood outside the pavilion with an umbrella.

Not far away, on their way to the road when they came, a butter paper umbrella was like the dead yellow lotus leaves in the lotus pond, which had slowly come out.

Seeing the young man with thick eyebrows and the young man who stopped in front of the kiosk, the thin man under the butter paper umbrella also slightly frowning, but he still had a strong confidence in himself, so the pace of his progress did not stop at the slightest.

He walked more than ten meters across from the young man with the thick eyebrows before stopping.

The young man's eyebrows were provoked, and his heart was more excited, but the countless fighting and lessons in the past have made him develop the habit of never shooting before he heard the exact order behind him.

“You are not a Qin.”He did not speak out, and the young man standing up in the pavilion was cold at this time.

The thin tall man under the butter paper umbrella did not say, lightly: "Look at the situation, you two are not Qin people."

Qing Xiu young man calmly said: "Not Qin people, if the killing is not the Qin people, it has nothing to do with the laws of the DQin Dynasty, and no one will make efforts to trace it, you are playing a good idea, see you have no fear, I am afraid not to do such a business for the first time."

Is it fishing?

The lean man under the butter paper umbrella frowned, he turned his fox suspiciously to look at the surrounding road, to determine that there was no hidden Qin chariot in the rain curtain, he did not understand the calm to the extreme Qing Xiu young man, asked: "Ordinary foreigners in the fish market to do business through the middleman, do not dare to show rich, you do not abide by the rules, now know that I am doing business, but also stop here waiting for me, you also do this kind of business?" 」

"I have no interest in this kind of business of trail-saw-robbery."

The young man shook his head, "Only if someone beats our idea, we will call back, this is the rule of our work."It is you, some who dare to follow, who are not aware of it, but have the courage to commend him, and he is an outlaw."

The lean tall man under the butter paper umbrella laughed and said, "I was a dragon in the pool, not a small fish shrimp in the fish market, naturally different from ordinary people."Since it took the effort to follow, it would be clear."

His laughter was sincere, and what he said was also very arrogant, but in the next moment, the voice did not fall, he turned around without hesitation, and the butter paper umbrella in his hand flew out toward the thick-browed young man in front, while his body, like a running horse, fled in the rain curtain in the back.

"It's a little bit of a brain that knows how to go back."

Qing Xiu young man looked at the moment smashing countless rain beads, wrapped in white fog, and fled back with a fierce attitude, and shook his head in an exclaimed, "But since it is coming, it is not for you to think about it."

After these two words, he said softly to the young man with thick eyebrows: "Do it."

When his "hands-on" words sounded softly, the edge of the flying butter paper umbrella was less than a foot away from the eyes of the thick-browed young man.

The silky sound of cutting air and rain beads on the edge of the paper umbrella can clearly feel the power contained therein, but the young man with thick eyebrows is just motionless, excitedly looking at the umbrella and the lean man who runs back.

Suddenly a desolate whistling sounded in the air, and a small, dark-red, thin sword suddenly flew out of the sleeves of the thick-browed young man, like lightning breaking out.

It was only on the way forward that he had cut the handle of the butter paper umbrella, and in the next moment, the butter paper umbrella would buzz and completely disintegrate, and was directly cracked into a truncheon by the force of terror and scattered out.

The pupils of the tall man contracted violently, and the skin of the body was tense with a needle-like pain.

He is not an ordinary practitioner himself, it is indeed a cross-river, so he dared to do such a thing, but between the conversations with the Qing Xiu young people, he felt that he was being controlled everywhere, especially at this moment, and they were directly seen through by the other party.

Although he was restless, the butter paper umbrella was still his temptation, as long as the other side's strength was not as terrible as he thought, then he would not retreat.

However, at this moment, the strength of this thick-brow young man is even more terrifying than he thought!

The “sniff” sound!

The speed has been terrifying to the extreme flying sword, even more violent acceleration, even accompanied by a burst of white air, directly appeared in his sight!

The thin tall man snorted with a grunt, and in the air around him, there were more than ten thumbs of thick lines of fire, and the water vapor that enveloped him was evaporated in an instant.

The little sword that disappeared from his sight had appeared behind him, and the flying sword with the highest speed stabbed three times in the back.

Blow up!Blow up!Blow up!Three explosions.

More than a dozen criss-crossing lines of fire in front of the flying sword were all chopped, and powerful forces caused the thin man's body to fly forward uncontrollably.

The young man with thick eyebrows clasped his lips and stepped forward.

Just one step, just in front of the thin man who flew back.

The old umbrella in his hand flew over, and a large black sword was drawn from the hilt.

The thin and tall practitioner's face was pale, he knew that at this time had reached the moment of life and death, under the pressure of the breath of death, he finally burst out of the ultimate strength, all the real yuan in the body, from the countless tips in front of him.

Countless small real fires appeared in front of him, looming into a red dragon, and pounced on the bright young man.

He said it well, he was not a small fish shrimp in the shallow pond, he was a dragon.

Countless real fire formed dragons, more terrible than real dragons, floating down the rain beads, directly burned to the sound.

The wet clothes on the young man's body were instantly drenched, and he did not blink even his eyebrows, but simply waved the black sword drawn from the handle of the umbrella and waved it forward.

A loud noise.

The black sword carries countless terrible worlds and directly breaks the dragon formed by the real fire, and then knocks on the body of the thin and tall practitioner.

It doesn't look like a sword at all, but like a giant hammer with an iron!

A huge hammer that can even be broken by an iron mountain!

“One...”

The thin tall man simply gave off a rushing scale, and was crushed by the power of terror all the meridians in the body, and all the bones, like a sack without weight, flew back.

When the sword came, his subconscious also knew that he could only send out a rapid scale.

He is full of fear.

The word “one” has many meanings.

...

Among the seven disciples of Zhao Sword Furnace, the first disciple was called Zhao Zhi.

In the legend, he has two swords, a "red" and a "broken mountain".

However, in the mouths of the practitioners of the dynasty, they are accustomed to calling him "Zhao Yi".

Because unlike all the other swords with two swords, his two swords, one flying sword, and one near-body sword, are not an attack or an defense, but are used for attack.

He only built a sword, no matter what kind of opponent, he will only fly out, a sword knock out.

Very few people can hold his sword.

In this long mausoleum, the encounter was exactly the practitioner of Zhao Sword Furnace, and the figure in the seven true disciples, the thin man felt that he was dead when he fell to the ground in a sad way.

Even the shock and the amazement of the first time, it is beyond the fear of the beginning of the treachery and death.

It turned out that Mr. Zhao Yi was so young, so it turned out that it was Mr. Zhao Si.

The bones in his body had completely broken, and he did not know where the strength came from, and raised his head slightly, wanting to look at the beautiful young man in the pavilion.

That's Mr. Zhao.

The legend of Mr. Zhao Si, who is such a young and beautiful person.

All practitioners in the world know that although Mr. Zhao Si is the fourth disciple received by the master of the sword furnace, his realm is the highest among all true disciples, and all the sword-furnace disciples listen to his orders.

Mr. Zhao Yi, who only took a sword, also had great respect for him, like a servant, and always followed him, but with his command.

The thin-height practitioner finally vaguely saw the shadow of the young man in the pavilion.

He was a little dazed, a little surprised and contented to die.