That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 714

As soon as Xu Beiyou's voice fell, the turmoil broke out suddenly.

There was a wild voice resounding throughout the mansion, "Where is Zhang San and Li Si? Come out quickly to welcome me."

Zhang Sanzhong exhaled heavily, like a death row prisoner who was finally escorted to the execution ground, but he let go completely, so he didn't have to be terrified anymore.

Xu Beiyou smiled calmly, "It's time for Mr. Zhang to go out to meet the guests."

Zhang San took a deep look at him, and his figure slowly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in the courtyard outside. At the same time, there were two other old men. Among them, the one with a slightly handsome face was Zhang Yi's master Zhang Xiu, and the other old man in blue was probably Li Si.

Third Master Zhang, Fourth Master Li, desperate Thirteenth Lang, one in the realm of the Earth Immortal, and two at the peak of the Human Immortal, this is the confidence of the veterans in the Northwest to gain a foothold in Jiuyuan City.

After the three of them got together, they looked together, and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing on the roof. He was quite tall, carrying a long sword that was about the same height as him, and behind him was a middle-aged man. A man with a sword on his waist.

Zhang San, who should have been furious, didn't see any anger at this time, and asked calmly, "Dare to ask the visitor's name?"

The uninvited visitor put his arms around his chest and said, "I have the same surname as Yasheng. To save you three old men, just call me Mr. Meng."

Zhang San didn't speak, but just stared at the man with the sword standing behind the young man, as if he had encountered a life-and-death enemy, on the line of life and death.

"Mr. Meng." Li Si, who was dressed in green, said silently, and he was also not angry. He looked up at the condescending young man, then shifted his gaze and landed on the middle-aged man behind the young man, and said in a deep voice, "If I didn't Guess wrong, your Excellency should be Huang Xiao, a master of swordsmanship from the sword sect. He has been in the realm of the earth and fairyland for many years. He was once a disciple of the master of the sword sect, Gongsun Zhongmou. I didn't expect to be reduced to such a situation today, I dare not go back to Jiangdu to compete with Mr. Xu, and I can only serve as a servant to guard the house for others."

The middle-aged man with a three-strand long beard smiled lightly, not annoyed, "If the way is different, don't conspire with each other. His Gongsun Zhongmou's swordsmanship is not my swordsmanship. If you agree, you will stay, and if you don't agree, you will go. How can you expel him from the sect?" In other words, as for Mr. Xu, who became the son-in-law of the Daqi Xiao family and worshiped the chief minister of the cabinet as a godfather, how good is it? After all, how many people in the world are not slaves?"

The boy surnamed Meng seemed a little impatient, and said: "Master, what are you talking about with these people, my father didn't bring you here to teach me how to talk."

Huang Xiao, who was only one step away from the first apprentice of Jianzong, smiled helplessly, and shut up as expected.

The young man surnamed Meng looked at the three of them, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Now you have two choices, the first one is to submit to my son from today, my son told you to go west, you can't go east, I let you fish, you can't kill chickens, as long as you are obedient, you will naturally have wealth, as for the second way..."

The young man surnamed Meng paused for a moment, smiling broadly, "Naturally, he is dead, the whole family is dead, and then all the corpses are thrown to feed the wild dogs."

The mud bodhisattva still has a little bit of anger, not to mention the martial arts warrior who waded through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. Zhang Xiu, the most irritable, took a step forward, surrounded by gangster energy, with a frightening aura. He sneered and said, "What the hell do you think Who are you? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Daqi? Or the illegitimate son of King Wei? Huangkou Xiaoer, what a big tone!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang San and Li Si frowned subconsciously, and the young man surnamed Meng was furious, followed by a sharp and ear-piercing sound of sword cries. The rainbow is like a dragon, sweeping towards Zhang Xiu.

If there is a disagreement, the sword will be drawn, and if the sword is drawn, life and death will be divided.

In an instant, the dense sword energy filled the entire courtyard, causing the flowers and leaves to fall, making people feel cold all over.

Zhang Xiuyi was not afraid, and strode forward, his fists hammered out like thunder.

Both fists slammed into the tip of the sword, and the long sword was bent in a slight arc in an instant, and then suddenly straightened. Zhang Xiu only felt that the sword energy was pervasive and incomparable. I felt a bone-chilling chill again.

The young man surnamed Meng slowly said: "Although you need to be flexible when using a sword, there are still some rules that must be followed. The sword has double edges, and its body is straight. The best way to use it is not to chop, but to stab. This principle is my own. Nasty guy told me that, but I have to say, he was right."

Zhang Xiu's figure suddenly stepped back and clenched her fists. A moment later, blood oozed from between her fingers and dripped onto the ground.

He was about to speak, but was stopped by Li Si. Zhang Sanqiang, who had the highest cultivation base, suppressed his anger and murderous intent, and asked, "Mr. Meng, why do you have to deal with us alone? Mr. Meng is going to leave now?"

Today, they are no longer those young people who do not take life and death seriously. They have gradually been smoothed by the world, and they have learned to compromise.

Leaving aside the complex situation in Jiuyuan City, even this mansion is not peaceful, not to mention that there is a man from the Dark Guard's mansion in the house at this time who does not know the details and purpose of his visit. Under internal and external troubles, he can only retreat temporarily .

The boy surnamed Meng sneered and said, "Are you deaf? I've already said that you have only two choices. You can either kneel down and recognize me as the master, or you can kill everyone. You choose."

Zhang San's face was ashen, and Zhang Xiu's face was even more murderous, and he squeezed out every word from between his teeth, "Zhuzi is too deceitful!"

The young man surnamed Meng chuckled, "It seems that you are going to choose the second path. I know that you old soldiers in the Northwest have some so-called backbones, and you just use your heads to stand out. I don't believe that Wei Guo still dares not listen to this. A hero who commanded by the son."

The next moment, Zhang San from the Immortal Realm made a bold move, grabbing his palm, and wanted to crush the head of this young man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, but someone was faster than him, and saw a flash of sword light that exploded like fine spring rain, almost A "rain curtain" was laid in front of the young man surnamed Meng so that the palms could not go over the slightest bit.

The young man surnamed Meng looked as usual, listening to the delicate sound of rain hitting plantains, he didn't show any signs of fear.

Zhang San retreated back to the original place, looked down, and saw hundreds of tiny red dots appeared on the back of his hand.And Huang Xiao looked calm, with his hands behind his back and the sword in the sheath, it seemed that he hadn't made a move at all just now.

The boy surnamed Meng laughed loudly and said, "How dare you fight against me just because of the smelly fish and rotten shrimps in the mud pond? It's really boring. Although I suffered a little loss in Jiangdu, it's not... "

He suddenly shut up, no longer going to expose his faults, and said with some lack of interest: "You old guys, you are not good-looking, and you have no skills, you can't even compare to a bed warming maid, you should just die. "

He glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, "Master?"

With an indifferent face, Huang Xiao nodded and took a step forward.

For him, a former disciple of the Sword Sect and now an abandoned disciple of the Sword Sect, the Dao of the Sword is the way of killing people.

At this moment, a voice that was neither light nor heavy suddenly sounded, a little out of place.

"Meng Suilong."

(End of this chapter)