Who is fighting

(A month and a half later, Zhengfeng only has less than 40 words, and there are actually five leaders. This rhythm is stronger than that of Liaozhai. It’s like a dream-I wanted to get three meals a day, but you gave Thank you very much!)

With all eyes on, the battle of life and death should have been an extremely serious and serious matter.But at this moment, an irrelevant old man suddenly appeared in the field.Looking at his appearance, his head is full of white hair, so white that it makes people feel sad; his face is so wrinkled that people can't help sweating for him, for fear that the old man will be blown to the ground by a gust of wind and will not be able to get up again.

It was such an old man who was supposed to be a soy sauce player, but now he came to Liang Qiufeng's side, with pity in his eyes, and said earnestly, "Sword, that's not how you use it, child."

This sentence was said very lightly, but many people present heard it, and looked at the old man as if they had seen a ghost.

However, Liang Qiufeng immediately recognized that the other party was the old man who struck the bell. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't help being very excited.

The old man looked at him, and suddenly mumbled something irrelevant: "You didn't knock on the door, disturbing my rest, but it was polite, I appreciate you very much. These days, young people who know how to respect the old have become more and more Less."

Liang Qiufeng resisted the excitement in his heart, he couldn't guess the other party's extraordinary at this moment, his brain was full of worms, and he said quickly: "I've seen you before, how dare I ask you what you call me?"

"me?"

The old man showed confusion, looked up at the sky, thought hard, and after a while, he said slowly: "My name has long been forgotten, but my master once gave me a name called 'crossing. By'."

Traveler?

Liang Qiufeng couldn't figure out what the name meant at all, it was so bizarre, he couldn't figure it out.Naturally, he would not directly call the other party "traveler", but called out respectfully: "Greetings, Uncle Grand Master."

At this time, everyone in the Sword Palace expressed that they were a little dumbfounded.Many of them recognized the identity of the old man, but they couldn't imagine why the other party would suddenly appear and talk happily with Liang Qiufeng.

"What is he doing?"

Many people have this question in their minds.

Zhang Xingkong frowned slightly, he remembered that the old man who struck the bell was there when he was sensible, but he didn't pay much attention to it.As the lord of a mansion, how could he pay attention to an old handyman in charge of ringing the bell?

People from two worlds.

So now, the other party appeared for no reason, with a very inscrutable appearance. Could it be that he was mistaken, and this old man turned out to be a well-hidden senior?

If this is the case, this is a great thing.

Zhang Xingkong stroked his beard and turned to look at the third uncle.

But the third uncle, who lived more than 100 years old, had a puzzled and confused look on his face, obviously he didn't understand the old man who struck the bell.After a while, Manse suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: "Why is he still alive? I remember when I was very young, he struck the bell in the Sword Mansion."

Hearing this, Zhang Xingkong almost fell down: So, how old is that old man?

Weird, very weird.

Zhang Xingkong only knew that the Sword Mansion experienced a catastrophe a hundred years ago, and many precious inheritance materials were lost. Could it be that because of this, the identity of the old man has not been discovered?

No, there must be another reason that is logical.

He furrowed his brows tightly, and then relaxed them. He felt that it was inappropriate to think about that problem now, and it was better to deal with the biggest crisis facing the Sword House first.

People from the three major sects were even more surprised by the appearance of the old man.The eyes of many masters are shining, it depends on who the old man is and why he is here.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, you can't detect any traces of true energy flow on the opponent's body. He is just an ordinary old man, dying of old age, and he will die at any time.

A trace of doubt flashed across Fan Dongliu's eyes, and then he became clear, holding his knife and shouting: "Liang Qiufeng, don't you play tricks, do you think you can escape death by doing this?"

The old man who hit the bell said bluntly: "Look, this young man really doesn't know how to respect the elderly."

Hearing this, Fan Dongliu almost jumped up in anger, and then thought: A trap, this must be a trap deliberately set by Liang Qiufeng, in order to irritate himself and mess up his mind.

Then he sneered and sneered: "Liang Qiufeng, if you dare not fight any more, you can kneel down and beg for mercy, or I will show mercy and spare your life."

He was experienced in many battles, and he adjusted his mentality very quickly. He immediately changed his strategy, and instead used words to provoke Liang Qiufeng.

"Uh, well, it seems that my old man appeared in an inappropriate place at an inappropriate time and hindered your decisive battle. It's a sin, I'm leaving now."

The old man who struck the bell muttered in his mouth, and actually walked away quickly.

When Liang Qiufeng saw it, he was a little dumbfounded: It is rumored that when an expert from outside the world shows up, although it is not necessary to step on colorful clouds, flashing wind and thunder, etc., at least they have to show some shocking means to intimidate the audience .But now the old man said to leave, what does it mean?

"Master Uncle!"

Liang Qiufeng couldn't help yelling, but he was extremely looking forward to the other party's advice.

But the old man who hit the bell didn't turn his head, and walked away slowly with staggering steps.

Seeing this, Fan Dongliu couldn't help laughing: "It's useless to call me Grand Master Uncle. Liang Qiufeng, stop talking nonsense and raise your sword. I won't kill the timid with my sword!" .”

"Hahaha!"

People from the three major sects, as well as a group of warriors from the minor sects all burst out laughing.They finally came to their senses at this moment, that old guy must be a lunatic, maybe lost his way or something, broke into this decisive battle, and then babbled nonsense.The funniest thing was that Liang Qiufeng actually thought that the other party was some kind of senior man with good manners, and wanted to grab this life-saving straw.

Well now, the old guy is gone, he's stupid.

Fan Dongliu approached with big strides, his long sword raging: "Why, don't you even have the courage to pick up a sword?"

Liang Qiufeng breathed out, raised his sword proudly, and said calmly: "Come on!"

"Okay, this is the person I want to kill!"

Fan Dongliu said in his mouth, the blade flashed, and as soon as he made a move, it was a sharp killing move.He is absolutely different from the arrogant Gao Beihe who always wants to play a game of cat and mouse.When he decides who to kill, he is straightforward, just like what his senior brother Luo Qingshan said: "Only dead people are not threatened."

Liang Qiufeng unleashed his sword step, raised his wounded sword, and resisted bravely.

But the strength of Pandongliu lies here, and the huge gap is like a gap, which is far beyond what confidence and courage can make up.

The light of the sword is cold, like chaotic mountains stacked, like residual snow dancing, like turbulence in the wind, it has enveloped Liang Qiufeng's vitals in a moment, life and death are just a shot away.

when!

At this moment, a bell rang on Zhongnan Mountain, ringing in the sky and ringing in everyone's ears.

But only one person can hear the mystery contained in the bell, hear the real extraordinary thing in the bell.

"I see."

Liang Qiufeng suddenly realized: "Swords are used in this way!" (To be continued.)