The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

How does Chapter 1688 end?

Tao Te Ching?

what's the situation?

Pang Shiwu was really confused!

Yuan Zishan said expressionlessly: "You just poured wine for your elder brother, why don't you drink it yourself? Is this wine hard to drink?"

Pang Shishi smiled and said: "Pour it now! Pour it now!" My sister-in-law actually suspected that she was a drunkard, but that's not okay! Every time his sister-in-law shows this look, he is not far away from being frozen into an iceman! There is already a shadow on his mind!

He immediately poured himself a large bowl, filled it up, then raised it and drank it in one gulp!

The wine is like a fire dragon that burrows from the throat through the esophagus and rushes into the stomach, immediately burning wherever it passes! It’s quite similar to the heat of burning a knife!

Oh shit!

What a rush!

Pang Shishi's face suddenly turned red!

The smell of alcohol made my head buzz!

"Isn't this wine too strong?" Pang Shishi looked at Liu Mizhou, "Why are you okay?"

Liu Miezhou looked innocent, "How do you know I'm okay?"

"I see you don't change your expression!"

"I'm thick-skinned, you can't tell!"

But I heard the boss of the Thirteen Taibao of the Wei family say in a trembling voice: "My heroes, I have said everything that needs to be said, please spare us!"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "Okay, I'll give you a chance! But from today on, you will be my slaves! Who objects?"

Indenture?

The twelve eunuchs suddenly turned pale!

Of course they know what indenture means!

From now on, everyone's life and death will be controlled by this boy in white!

He has completely become a puppet!

But who dares to object?

To oppose means to seek death! They are all old people, who doesn't even have this kind of wink?

Boss Wei knew that he was going to be doomed today, so he simply took the risk and took it one step at a time. "My hero, I agree!"

Feng Jiuxiao ignored his objection at all and her face darkened, "I'm asking, who is against it! For the last time, who is against it?"

There was a young swordsman in the Leshan Sect who was furious when Zeng Yong sealed his acupuncture points. He always believed that Zeng Yong took advantage of the location. If he was in an open area, Zeng Yong might not be able to dodge his Leshan Quick Attack. sword!

If it weren't for the fear of accidentally injuring his fellow apprentices, he could at least double the speed of drawing his sword!

When Zeng Yong tapped his acupuncture point, his sight was blocked by two junior brothers. If it weren't for them, how could he have been tapped by Zeng Yong? He saw that Zeng Yong’s pointing speed was not fast at all!

He was already feeling aggrieved, but suddenly the young man in white became arrogant and domineering, constantly provoking, and actually wanted to be his contract owner. Damn it, "I object!" the young swordsman from Leshan finally shouted!

Feng Jiuxiao asked: "The reason for the objection?"

The young swordsman said angrily: "What kind of hero do you think you are when you attack someone unprepared? You also use despicable means to force us to become indentured slaves. If you have the guts, let's fight!"

Feng Jiuxiao picked up a piece of boiled fish and chewed it for a few times. He felt that it tasted pretty good and took another sip of Yuchan wine. Well, good wine! Then he stood up and walked to the young swordsman, "You have a lot of backbone!"

The young swordsman sneered and said, "You know what's going on!"

What the hell!

Pang Shiwu was almost knocked down by thunder!

This guy actually said that Feng Jiuxiao was quite sensible?

Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said: "Of course I understand the situation, but it's a pity that you don't! Tell me, what will you do if you lose?"

The young swordsman said harshly: "I can't lose!"

Feng Jiuxiao frowned, "The last bit of goodwill I had towards you is gone! I wasted so much time with you, I'm so fucking cheap! Then it's settled, if you lose, you will be treated as me The slave!" The young swordsman snorted and said, "What if I win?"

Feng Jiuxiao stared at him, "If you win, I will immediately release the fifteen of you from Leshan Sect! I will ensure that you are unharmed!"

The young swordsman immediately locked Feng Jiuxiao's promise, "Is this what you said?"

"Of course I said it!" Feng Jiuxiao waved his big sleeves slightly, and the young swordsman immediately felt a shock in his body. The feeling was very strange, as if he had been sealed in the mysterious magical ice and snow world by a magic curse, and was frozen. After a long century, finally, the seal was lifted and freedom was restored again!

He let out a long breath and was so excited!

It was a close call!

Feng Jiuxiao said: "Draw out the sword!" Yue Zhiyuan stopped, as still as a mountain!

The young swordsman suddenly felt a pressure coming on him! Huge invisible pressure! It made him suffocate!

He was like a mayfly, but the young man was like a mountain lying in front of him!

Look up to him!

Is it an illusion? Although he clearly has no power to restrain a chicken, how could he suddenly burst out with such unparalleled domineering energy that he could kill thousands of people?

There was obviously no sign of inner energy running on his body, but how could he send Wei Laoliu out of the window with just a wave of his sleeves? What kind of martial arts was this? Could it be a witchcraft?

If you compete with demons, you will be in danger!

Feng Jiuxiao asked: "What's your name?"

Feng Jiuxiao's tone was very casual, but in the eyes of the young swordsman, Feng Jiuxiao treated him with the condescending and proud attitude of a winner! He was extremely unhappy and said angrily: "My name is Deng Xing! What is your name?"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "My name is Long Jiu!"

"Longjiu?"

"What? Have you heard it before? Well, you don't need to say that I have admired you for a long time, so let's take action!"

"..." Deng Xing was speechless. I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people! He even pretended to tell himself not to say that he had admired her for a long time. Who the hell wanted to say that?

He drew his sword angrily!

Before the sword was unsheathed, there was a snap, and he had been slapped on the face!

Deng Xing was stunned!

He looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him, who seemed to be motionless. He covered his face and said suspiciously: "Who hit me?"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "Are you asking me?"

Deng Xing's face was burning with pain, and his heart was filled with unknown anger. He pointed at Feng Jiuxiao's nose and cursed: "It must be you! What kind of magic did you use just now?"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "Don't talk nonsense! I am a human, not a monster! I hate it when others frame me! When I was a child, I was framed and had to leave my hometown and find it difficult to return. Now I regret it. If I hadn't been impulsive back then, Just collect evidence and expose them. Why am I living on the street? Let me remind you, my temper is worse than before! I ran away in anger because I was too young, too weak, and too stupid at that time. I didn’t expect it and I didn’t dare to confront them! Now that I’m grown up, I won’t be polite to anyone who falsely accuses me!”

Pang Shishi was startled!

It turns out that the eldest brother was wronged and ran away from home in anger and ran to the streets of Hengyang!

Deng Xing gritted his teeth and said: "Then you take my sword!" This time he struggled to draw the sword, and the sword finally came out of its sheath! Feng Jiuxiao stopped teasing him. He wanted to see what Leshan swordsmanship was like!

Deng Xing’s sword is indeed fast!

But in front of Feng Jiuxiao, he was still pitifully slow!

Feng Jiuxiao waited until the tip of Deng Xing's sword was about to hit her throat a few inches before she lightly clamped the blade between her index and middle fingers!

Deng Xing's long sword was instantly locked and motionless!

This scene seems familiar!

Just now, Zeng Yong also caught Deng Ziyong's sword with his two fingers!

Deng Xing tried hard to draw the sword, but it couldn't be drawn!

The sword seemed to be held down by a boulder weighing more than a thousand pounds!

Sweat began to form on his forehead, and he thought to himself: This young man really hides his secrets!

How does this end?

Thanks to Yudong for your strong support!