Too Reckless

"Too reckless (!

Iron rope across the river.

The strong wind slammed into the rusted iron bridge with rain grains the size of soybeans, and the turbid waves under the bridge covered the crackling sound of the bridge deck.

One end of the bridge is boundless wilderness, and the other end is Wuminggang, the last town in the south of the Dayan Dynasty.

It is named Wuming because there is no such landmark on the map of the Dayan Dynasty, and it is also a place that ordinary people should not set foot in.

Under the heavy rain, a blue-shirted swordsman walked slowly across the chain bridge and came to a small town with muddy roads.

There are only a dozen houses in the town, and there are hundreds of people in it, but they have all the internal organs; there are shops, medical halls, prostitutes, inns, and a group of hungry wolves.

There was no voice in the town, and countless eyes came out from the old restaurant and teahouse, looking at the swordsman in blue.

The blue-shirted swordsman only had a sword in his hand, and he could not see a trace of valuable objects. All he could see was bloodstains all over his body.

So those eyes were withdrawn.

Blue-shirted swordsmen are accustomed to this. This world is a wild purgatory where the weak eat the strong. As long as you can eat people, people will not dare to eat you;

The blue-shirted swordsman carried his sword, walked to the inn in the center of the town, asked for a pot of wine, and looked at the iron bridge from the window.

In the inn, there are four old tables and chairs, with traces of swords and swords all over them, all of which are already seated with guests; the guests, like the swordsmen in blue shirts, are looking at the wilderness in the south under the rain.

But the difference is that the others are all fledglings who step into Wuminggang rashly, and the blue-shirted swordsman is just saying goodbye to his hometown.

There are many people who practice for the sake of longevity, but very few people can really seek longevity, so in the end, most people are still involved in the secular love and hatred, from 'seeking longevity and protecting the common people' , become 'seeking to kill and fatten oneself'.

Blue-shirted swordsman is one of them. He originally longed for the road of longevity, but after his parents died in the wilderness, the only purpose of cultivation was to repay the debt with blood.

In fact, it is not only a wild cultivator like him, but in the Dayan Dynasty and its surroundings, there are countless sects of Xianjia, except for the iron arrow mansion, Jingtai, and Yunshui Jiantan Yu, who are serious children seeking longevity, and the remaining sects are all Seeking to kill.

Medicine pills, heaven and earth treasures, heaven and earth...

All kinds of opportunities, no matter Ye Xiu or Zongmen, are all rushing.

As long as you can make yourself go a step further on the avenue of longevity, then there is no one who cannot be killed, and there is nothing that cannot be done, even if blood flows into rivers and corpses float for thousands of miles.

The blue-shirted swordsman knows that this is a wrong way, but in such a world, if you don't kill people, people will kill you, so what can you do?

Tread-tap-

A jar of turbid wine has not yet bottomed out, and another person and a horse are walking on the iron bridge.

The horse is a good horse, with strong limbs and a rounded back, with a saddle on the back, and two machetes hanging on one side of the saddle; There are even two dead little beasts, which look like a foot dealer from a distance.

The person leading the horse was a young man.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, with a hat on his head, a long sword in a green leather sheath hanging from his left waist, and a jade pendant on the right.

The blue-shirted swordsman just glanced at him and knew that he was a swordsman, but he was also a fledgling bird who had no experience in the world.

Wuminggang is only 300 miles away from the last Xianjia ferry port in the south of Dayan Dynasty, Shuanlonggang.

Coming from the southern wasteland, if you want to go to Suanlonggang, you need to cross the Qingdu River. Normal people will not cross the river here, because there is a new bridge that is easy to walk not far away; only lost chicks and knife-edge licking Ye Xiu, who dared not walk on the avenue, would go here, which also made Wuminggang a mass grave for young birds.

The blue-shirted swordsman took a sip of his wine bowl, but did not remind him, because this is the way of the world, the road is too long, and there is only one chance to go the wrong way. When you need to be reminded, it is too late to turn around. .

Tread-tap-

The young man did not stop, leading the horse and setting foot on the muddy road.

There was no sound in the restaurant, and everyone looked at the man and the horse, like a group of hungry wolves, sniffing the smell of their prey.

The figure approached, and the blue-shirted swordsman took a closer look.

The young people are at most seventeen or eighteen, and their realm is not high. When they travel on horseback, they do not have a sect waist badge on their waists, so they are not children of the sect.

This is the perfect prey.

Sure enough, several tables of guests in the restaurant were exchanging glances, and some of the martial arts practitioners put down their weapons from the table to avoid disturbing the "guests".

Where there are people, there are rules, and the same is true for Wuminggang. Which shop the chicks go to will go to. When walking outside and encountering a town, the first place to go is usually the inn, so the number of people in the inn is the largest.

The young man, like most people, came to the door of the inn.

The pack of wolves in the restaurant also recovered as before, and continued to talk about trivial matters.

Xiao Er Yingqin stepped forward and took the reins:

"Guest officer, please, do you want to be sharp or stay in the hotel?"

"Take a break and have a jug of wine."

The young man spoke in an easy-going manner, took off the two machetes, stepped into the door of the wine shop, and Dou raised his hat, revealing his face.

The blue-shirted swordsman glanced at him - his brows were like ink, his eyes were like springs, and he didn't look like a person from a barren land, but like a wealthy man who went out and wandered privately.

Young people are looking at him too!

There are guests at the tables in the restaurant, and each table has one or two seats. Maybe he thinks he is a good face. The young man walked to his table and showed a bright smile:

"Brother, it's full, borrow a place."

After all, two knives and one sword were placed on the table.

The blue-shirted swordsman glanced at it, the sword is a good sword, the sword is a good sword, and the man looks like a good man.

After all, the blue-shirted swordsman was different from the others in the inn. His fingers rubbed the marks of the sword on the table and reminded:

"Little friend, you shouldn't be here."

The young man didn't seem to understand, and smiled heartily:

"I don't want to come either. I'm running out of seats. Xiongtai will go. By the way, how far is Shuanlonggang from here, can Xiongtai know?"

The blue-shirted swordsman sighed secretly, and had no choice but to smile back:

"Three hundred miles, go north."

The young man nodded slightly, took the jug handed over by Xiao Er, and looked at the other drinkers who were chatting casually beside him.

The loose cultivator at the table, who was waiting for the rabbit, acted very much like that, talking about the recent major events in the Dayan Dynasty:

"I heard that there is another 'Qing Kui' recently appeared in the Iron Head Mansion, the overlord of the Nine Sects. Shenlong sees his head but does not see his tail. It is said that he is still a close child of Situ Baye, the head of the Iron Head Mansion..."

"What is your name?"

"I don't know, the Iron Arrow Mansion is very secretive and no one knows about it. I'm afraid he is a genius that has not been encountered in a thousand years. Because it is too mysterious, the Nine Leagues Young Dragon List directly ranks him ninth, and I don't know his name, so I will call him 'Shangguan' for the time being. Kowloon'..."

The young man obviously hadn't seen the big world, and he was very fascinated by what he heard. After talking about this, he turned around and poured him a drink:

"Brother, what are the Qingkui and the young dragon list?"

The blue-shirted swordsman shook his head secretly, raised his hand and pushed away the wine jar where the medicine had been placed, and used his own wine jar to pour a bowl for the young man.

This move made the guests at other tables look sideways, but the swordsman in blue shirt didn't care about this, he explained:

"Qingkui is the future heir of the nine sects in the south, and most of them are the direct descendants of the sect master; the nine sects are too big to bet on a single seedling, so each sect has two or three Qingkui, all disciples of each sect. He is the most talented cultivation wizard of his generation. The young dragon list is a monk of good deeds. There are only nine places in the ranking of the nine sects of the Qingkui. The Iron Arrow Mansion was originally on the list. I was pushed down by the 'Shangguan Jiulong' that suddenly appeared."

Suddenly, the young man picked up the wine bowl and said:

"I only knew that there was such a saying, and I was taught."

The blue-shirted swordsman shook his head slightly and looked sideways. A martial cultivator near the table had already grasped the hilt under the table. He also put his hand on the saber.

However, what surprised the swordsman in blue was that the young man in front of him drank the wine in the bowl and stood up:

"Drink first, Xiongtai, I'll kill a few people, and we'll talk later."

After speaking, he picked up the two machetes on the table.

The blue-shirt swordsman's eyes showed surprise for the first time, and more than a dozen wild cultivators at the nearby wine table also slapped the table:

"Crazy boy..."

chap——

In the next instant, the knife wind was like a black tide in the lobby of the inn!

I saw the young man in black sitting opposite the wine table, and he appeared in the center of the hall in a flash.

Two silver moon machetes in his hand, the blade edge was lingering with black mist, before the surrounding wild repairs could draw their swords, the machete with black trails swept across the table at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

clap clap-

The sharp blade cut through flesh and bones, making a tingling sound that made the scalp tingle.

Blood spurted out, and before the three heads landed, they turned into jet-black double knives, and they had come to another table.

"Old Ancestor of the Eighth Layer?!"

"The moon-covering swords?"

"It's the one who hides the moon forest, run quickly..."

There were exclamations outside the inn, and the people in the hall ran away.

But before the airtight blade, who can take three steps? !

clap clap-

The calm wine shop instantly turned into the Asura Purgatory with ten thousand knives.

"what--"

"Rao..."

The young man in black danced with two swords in a hurry, those eyes were inhumanly cold, he ignored any wailing and pleas, and died with the sword!

The violent storm in the hall seems to be more violent than outside the window!

Wherever the young man passed, his limbs flew, but blood did not touch his body. In just a few breaths, more than ten wild wolves in the hall were turned into corpses under the blade of the blade.

The surprise in the eyes of the blue-shirted swordsman gradually turned into a stun~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When the blade stopped and the young man in black splattered the blood on the two knives, he came back to his senses and opened his mouth:

"Oh...I didn't expect to be a reckless man with a knife."

The young man stood among the broken corpses on the ground, and turned his head with a bright smile:

"My name is Zuo Lingquan, and I'm a swordsman. But my sword, most people can't bear it."

The blue-shirted swordsman shook his head, whether he didn't believe it or disdain, he put down the wine bowl and cupped his hands:

"Nanhuang Zhao Wuxie, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Happy to meet."

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