Jian Sui Daye

"One percent," Liu Zhong frowned suddenly. The difference between one tenth and one percent was too big, which stunned him, and even made him slightly angry.

To be serious, Moon Worship Sect did not really stir up conflicts with Gao Xing, and the intensification of conflicts between the two parties was also for Zhang Rong.

As a disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, it is understandable that Zhang Rong was sentenced to be burned for violating the canon rules, but she was happy to bully her door, fight violently, and meddle in the affairs of other people's Sect. It is unreasonable for Rong to force Gao Xing to hand over the "Secret of Longevity" as a bargaining chip, and then the Moon Sect retaliates, and the two sides fight to the death.

These days, the Moon Worship Sect has been deliberately easing the relationship with Gao Xing, and Xing Xing naturally should reciprocate, but Xing Xing's attitude is so resolute, showing no sincerity at all, Liu Zhong has been used to storms for decades, and his mind is cultivated extraordinary. Can't help feeling a little angry.

"Young Master Gao, there is really no room for easing things up," Liu Zhong said with his face sinking like water, his sharp eyes staring straight at Xing Xing, and his tone was a bit cold and authentic.

Following these words, Liu Zhong exuded an even more oppressive aura, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became oppressive and stiff.

"Humph,"

Sensing Liu Zhong's aura, Xiao Ling suddenly raised his head, and looked at Liu Zhong indifferently with his dark eyes, as if he was staring at a group of four people. Press towards Liu Zhong and Wu Zhao.

"Clang,"

Seeing Xiao Ling's face showing murderous intent, Wu Zhao also took a step forward, his cold and beautiful cheeks were covered with a layer of frost, the Soul Slaying Sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, and the cold murderous aura gushed out, locking on tightly Xiao Ling.

"Humph,"

Xiao Ling snorted coldly again, before his voice fell, his body turned into a black lightning bolt and rushed towards Wu Zhao.

"watch out,"

Wu Zhao was able to possess outstanding martial arts at a young age, and she was originally a person with a high heart and aspirations higher than the sky, so losing at the hands of Xing Xing already made her heartbroken, and now seeing Xiao Ling's mere follower is so presumptuous and insolent , the resentment against Gao Xing in his heart suddenly burst out, Wu Zhao scolded his whole body, moved his lotus steps lightly, and his body was also like wind and electricity, facing Xiao Ling.

"chi chi,"

The sword energy tore through the air and let out a piercing scream. In the jade-like catkins, the soul-slaying sword turned into sword shadows all over the sky, pouring down the ground like mercury, and enveloped Xiao Ling who was rushing towards him like a gust of wind and rain.

"whoosh,"

Seeing that he was about to break into the sword net woven by Wu Zhao, Xiao Ling's eyes became more indifferent, his lips pursed, his forward body froze abruptly, and then disappeared suddenly the next moment.

Xiao Ling's figure suddenly disappeared in front of him, Wu Zhao couldn't help being startled, the sword in his hand froze slightly, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed in sideways, and a golden light shone in Wu Zhao's eyes.

Feeling the surging killing intent emanating from that eye-catching golden light, Wu Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, and her whole body was even more horrified. A strong crisis hit her heart, and she could hardly help exclaiming.

But Wu Zhao is not an ordinary person. After a brief shock, the arrogance and anger in her heart suddenly rose and turned into infinite strength. The golden light in the throat was struck away.

"Ding,"

After a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, the two figures stopped for an instant, and then retreated each other the next moment.

"Teng, Teng, Teng, Teng, Teng,"

Wu Zhao staggered back five steps, did not stand firm until she exited the long pavilion, her face turned white and red, but there were several footprints about half an inch deep on the bluestone ground in front of her, and the ground around the footprints was even thicker. It is cracked.

Compared to Wu Zhao, Xiao Ling only took three steps back, but his face was still as cold as ice, except for the tighter lips and more indifferent eyes, there was no superficial change. Xiao Ling had the upper hand in the match.

Wu Zhao fixed his eyes on Xiao Ling, his plump chest rose and fell sharply, but not many people appreciated this wonderful scenery, and not many people dared to appreciate it. Because of this, there was a chill in Wu Zhao's body at that time. The condensation of anger and murderous intent seems to come from the bone marrow, from the soul.

Although Wu Zhao has only been in the rivers and lakes for more than three years, the masters he has seen are like crucian carp in the river. However, there are very few who can be compared with her, but there are two in front of him. When it comes to the angle of attack, Xiao Ling seemed to be more vicious and cunning than Gao Xing, and his speed seemed to be even faster, Wu Zhao was terrified and filled with endless anger and murderous intent, wishing to kill Xiao Ling on the spot.

"Shua,"

Xiao Ling just froze for a moment, his body turned into a black shadow again and rushed towards Wu Zhao, but the golden moon scimitar was hidden again.

"court death,"

Seeing Xiao Ling's attack again, Wu Zhao immediately became furious. With a light reprimand, he suppressed the churning energy and blood. With a flick of the Soul Slashing Sword, amidst the sound of tearing the air, Wu Zhaojian walked with him, transformed into a swimming dragon, and met Xiao Ling again. .

"jingling,"

The golden light was dotted, the sword light was glowing, and the sound of gold and iron clashing was endless. Wu Zhao and Xiao Ling's figures had reached their peak, and there were only phantoms left in the air.

The more she fought with Xiao Ling, the more aggrieved Wu Zhao felt. She could feel that Xiao Ling's internal strength and power were not as good as happy, but the former brought him even more danger, because Xiao Ling never followed common sense. Every time she plays a card, she touches and leaves every time. The moves are very hot and deadly, making it impossible to guard against, and Xiao Ling's unparalleled speed makes Wu Zhao almost crazy. Even if she wants to defend and counterattack, the former will not give her The slightest chance.

For the fight between Xiao Ling and Wu Zhao, Gao Xing seemed to be indifferent, letting the strong winds inside and outside the long pavilion float his clothes and hair, his deep eyes were calm, and he quietly watched Liu Zhong opposite him, with a faint smile on his face. smile.

Liu Zhong was also motionless, his eyes fixed on Gao Xing, but his heart was never as calm as Instant Noodles. According to his knowledge of martial arts, he couldn't see Xiao Ling's strangeness and Wu Zhao's situation. This made him feel even more shocked. Wu Zhao might only think that Xiao Ling was weird, but he could see that this Xiao Ling was born as a killer, and he was even the pinnacle of it. Moreover, the more he looked at Liu Zhong, the more familiar he became, and he couldn't help but think of someone: The world's number one killer, Jinyue Scimitar.

Jinyue Scimitar, the number one assassin who has been in the world for 20 years, everyone in the world knows his name, but no one knows his face and real name. His name is his weapon.

According to the rumors, the golden moon scimitar is a golden scimitar like the moon. It is unparalleled in sharpness, and its moves are strange and fast. It looks like a ghost. The only time Jinyue scimitar missed was when he was said to have assassinated an important person of Tiandaozong. Although he failed under the siege of Tiandaozong, he still escaped safely in the end.

As the largest sect in the Central Plains, Tiandaozong has led the righteous way for hundreds of years. It has independently resisted the four sects of the Demon Sect, which shows its strength. strong.

If he is the legendary Jinyue Scimitar, his martial arts are not weak, but his age does not seem to match the legend.

Liu Zhong changed his mind, but his face did not show the slightest bit. His keen six senses were always paying attention to Xiao Ling and Wu Zhao who were fighting. What was more important was the joy in front of him, and only joy could bring him real danger.

"Ding,"

The golden moon scimitar collided with the soul-killing sword again, Wu Zhao's body staggered and took half a step back, but Xiao Ling's body only shook slightly, and the scimitar drew a strange arc towards Wu Zhao's fair neck. .

Even though Wu Zhao was resolute and proud, in the face of life and death, she couldn't help but lose her face, and there was a trace of fear and despair in her eyes, but this fear and despair was replaced by madness and ferocity in just an instant. His long sword pierced towards Xiao Ling who was rushing from bottom to top.

"Boy, be merciful." Seeing that Wu Zhao was in a desperate situation, Liu Zhong couldn't sit still any longer. His sitting body suddenly flew up and rushed towards Xiao Ling like lightning. Ling slapped him on the back.

"Stop it," at the same time Liu Zhong spoke, his happy body came with him. Although the clear voice was not loud, everyone's heart trembled slightly when he heard the words. Before the words fell, the happy body He stopped in front of Liu Zhong, and his white palm lightly greeted the palm that Liu Zhong had patted.

"Hiss,"

"bump,,"

One light and one heavy, one small and one large, but two different voices sounded at the same time, strong winds blew up, and dust filled the sky.

Finally, everything is calm.

In the long pavilion, Gao Xing, Liu Zhong, Wu Zhao, and Xiao Ling stood in four directions, but the faces of the four were different. Xiao Ling's face was still very serious, his eyes were extremely indifferent, but his breathing was a little disordered and rapid, and the front of his chest was even more cracked. A foot-long slit was opened, exposing the white lining inside; the face was full of joy and smiles, but the neat bun was scattered; Liu Zhong had a look of surprise, and his clothes were messy; Sluggish and lost, but a strand of hair from her temples was falling to the ground.

"Heroes come out of youth, and strong generals have no weak soldiers. Mr. Gao is really powerful, so powerful, I really admire him." Liu Zhong quickly regained his composure, with a smile full of meaning on his face. I don't know whether it is appreciation or Annoyance, or sarcasm, maybe a little bit.

Liu Zhong couldn't have imagined it, but after more than a month, Gao Xing's skill has improved again. He is obviously no longer as ignorant of "potential" as before, and the "potential" he condensed with his sharp murderous aura is even more impressive to Liu Zhong. Zhong suffered a dark loss when he overlooked for a while, and his right palm was still a little tingling and numb at this moment.

And Xiao Ling's very spicy methods and superb kung fu also made Liu Zhong very jealous, but the most unforgivable thing was that Gao Xing's subordinates were so rude that they almost killed his direct disciple, the trusted leader of the Moon Worship Sect. It's tantamount to slapping the moon worshiper nakedly.

"Elder Liu praised you, Gao was just lucky for a while," Gao Xing waved his hand, and Liu Zhong was even more annoyed by his modest gesture, but just when he was about to speak, Gao Xing looked at him deeply and said, "Elder Liu, The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, how can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch, "