The sword is the devil

Chapter 733 Golden Bloodline 1
One month in Kangba Zuoqi was the month that Hou Tiao paid the most interest in his life, and he felt that his old capital was almost paid off.

This witch doesn't even have to rest during the special period of a woman's month, because she always has an alternative way, which makes him have to admit what professional skills and professional attitude are.

He actually began to look forward to the arrival of those prairie swordsmen soon, which would give him a rest. The donkeys in the village were useless.

Fortunately, God heard his heart this time...

There were three people who came, because they didn't have Taoism's face-protecting technique, so their approximate ages could be seen at a glance. Two of them were a little younger, and one was a little older, but they probably weren't over a hundred years old.

Although the tribal people with golden blood do not practice Taoism, they do practice swordsmanship and body art, so their life expectancy is similar to that of human monks, far from being comparable to ordinary people.

The two elders looked at the two of them and frowned. This woman from the Central Plains has been here to teach for decades, and she has always been alone without companions. That's why they treat each other with courtesy, just because they admire her. Proud, unwilling to use force.

This time I came here but saw two, what does this represent?Is this woman already calling for help?
"Shi Bu, I don't know what to call this person?"

Hou Tiao knew what he was thinking. There are some things that are tacitly understood among the monks, so there are very few fights caused by misunderstandings, and it is too small to beat them to death because of some trivial communication. The wisdom of practitioners are all top-notch, human sperm, unless they deliberately pretend to be stupid and stir up right and wrong, otherwise there is nothing that cannot be understood.

"Waiting, I came to Kangba Left Banner by chance, not by invitation to help; but since we have met, I can't help but watch from the sidelines, see if I can save face, and everyone take a step back?"

Stepping forward, he slowly drew out his long sword, "Dare to ask, where did your sword come from?"

Hou Tiao asked with a smile, "How can we be friends?"

Dong Xianzi silently stepped aside, not surprised at all; although she is a woman, she knows men very well, and knows that this is the way of a swordsman; it is useless to say anything, only by defeating the opponent at what they are best at can you get the most respect.

Hou Tiao didn't emphasize his cultivation in the Heaven-reaching Natural Realm. For these prairie tribesmen, there was no need to divide them into such details, and they didn't care.

Shi Bu's heart tightened. Sure enough, as he expected, in the Splendid Continent, if anyone could defeat their Golden Bloodline with a sword, it might be the Quanzhen of the Yan family.

The winner was already decided, and his strength was just right. After he jumped away, Ishino had already stood up, still a little dazed about his defeat, it was too fast.

Shi Bu didn't hesitate, "Better than me on the sword!"

But there is no way, if he strikes first, the opponent will not even have a chance to draw a sword.

He doesn't think about what kind of Taoism his opponent uses, his whole body is wrapped in the sword, and he has no fear of spells.

In just a short moment, the gathering of momentum was completed, with a loud shout, the body stepped out flatly, the feet were powerful, and the momentum was overwhelming. With a wave of the broad sword, a simple slash in the middle, but it also revealed the true meaning of the sword.

That's why she must find a sword cultivator to help her. No one else can do it, and among the sword cultivators she knows, who can compare to this guy?
Shi Bu didn't move, instead he took a step back. One of the two younger swordsmen behind him came out. Long legs, and a daunting broadsword, which looks like a door panel.

Shi Bu's face was cold and hard, "I am a prairie person who doesn't know how to be flexible. Rules are rules. If you let it once, there will be a second time. There will never be peace."

For real swordsmanship, the hilt can also be used for attacking. If you use it purely, how can it be normal?

Another young swordsman drew his sword and was about to pounce, but was stopped by Shi Bu in a sharp voice, "Back off!"

Grassland people don't have so many polite words, and they don't know how to fight with each other. The most direct way to see him pretending to be big is to knock him down, which is better than a thousand words.

Hou Tiao knew this was the case, so she said bluntly, "So, what are the rules of the grassland?"

Especially for the straight-tempered prairie people, fighting is the best way. Of course, if you use their way, if you use Taoism, he will not admit you even if you kill him, let alone any conspiracy .

Raising the broad sword, holding your breath, a powerful aura emanates;

Watching the battle from the sidelines, he is not a reckless person. This stranger's every move is a standard swordsman's demeanor.

"Ishino, please enlighten me."

These three people are all at the level of the three realms of Tongtian, but the pure physical cultivation is different from the Taoist one in terms of realm distinction, but they are definitely not golden elixir.

Originally, the use of swords should not have so many bells and whistles.

This is a very experienced swordsman, and he did not underestimate the slightest before the battle. This is also the basic quality of a swordsman. He goes all out with every sword, regardless of life or death.

"The sword is true!"

Shi Bu's eyes turned cold, "Friend!"

Waiting for the sword in one hand, and stretching forward with the other hand, this is to invite the other party to strike first; in the Central Plains, it is the gesture of the elders to the younger generation. If there is no distinction between generations, it is the invitation of the host to the guests; it is a bit transcendent in the moment. He is not a master here, the master is a prairie man.

Waiting for the horizontal sword grid, the long sword vibrates sharply in a small area, sealing the opponent's huge pure steel in the outer circle, the sword edge straightened out, the hilt knocked upside down, and Shi Ye was hit lightly on the Tanzhong acupoint on the chest, Immediately, he fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.

He saw very clearly from the side that this person had extremely pure sword skills, and he had nothing to say when he was upright.

Hou Tiao drew his sword out, "If that's the case, then come."

Hou Tiao stepped forward while he was rushing forward, and the two swords without any gimmicks were put together, and they crossed each other in the toothache sound; , Such a close-up staggered look is thrilling, even if Dong Xianzi knew what the result would be, she was still a little terrified in her heart.

"Is there any intention?"

"As I said, I passed by by chance, without purpose."

"So, beat me, Kangba Zuo Banner, you have the final say!"

Hou Tiao was speechless, "What do I want this place for? Is it for milking goats? I just think that since my friend is only teaching pictures and literacy, and has no contact with the concept of cultivation, it doesn't matter to hinder the inheritance of golden blood swordsmanship." , then there is no need to mobilize teachers and mobilize people, just like she is spreading heresy-religion here, when did we use swords so unconfident? Do we have to let our people become illiterate? Don’t dare to let them contact the outside world? Shut up Arrogant?
Let me tell you, the true meaning of the sword lies in not being afraid of challenges! "

(End of this chapter)