Speaking of this, the young man threw away the long sword with almost exhausted durability and picked one from the many weapons tied to him.

Swish!

A brand new Yanyue Knife is unsheathed.

"Oh oh! Another good knife! It's more suitable for fighting in military formations! This quality can kill at least 150 people before it will start to become dull! Unfortunately, it is still a little weak and is not worthy of me!"

The young man, who was like a beggar, was obviously not very normal in spirit.

He wiped the blood from his face and smiled, "Hehehe... what 'people don't live in life', just make an excuse."

"My real purpose is to find the sword of fate according to the treasure hunt map!"

Seeing this young man like a beggar seemingly distracted, several brave soldiers were eager to make contributions, and they went around from three directions at the same time, and they were about to launch a fatal blow to him.

However……

Love!

A flash of sword light.

Three human heads fell to the ground.

The sloppy young man with three more lives in his hands carried the long sword on his shoulder and stepped on the pool of blood. He rubbed the stubble on his chin with one hand: "So weak, are there no stronger people?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged swordsman in white clothes stood in front of him: "Kill innocent villains indiscriminately! Your internal strength has been exhausted, right?"

"Today, my head of the Bengshan Sword Sect [Broken Steel Sword] Gan Yeshu will kill you and do the way for heaven!"

The Bengshan Sword Sect had bet the wrong treasure before and stood in the wrong team. I thought I could take this opportunity to suppress the rebellion and curry favor with the Yue royal family of the Wu Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, [Dragon King] Lin Zhengliu was so powerful. He had just led a group of disciples to Yuanping Castle and found that this place had changed hands.

Just so happens that although Gan Yeshu is powerful and has a strong prestige in the Central Plains martial arts world, he has a flexible position.

Who is not to defect to?

The moment comes, it happens that Lin Zhengliu can sell it to the best of the other party, so that the other party can know the exquisite sword technique of the Bengshan Sword Sect!

"Oh? Another one!"

The sloppy young man slowly put down his long sword, and without saying a word, he held the long sword of the moon and rushed directly towards the leader of Gan Yeshu, the [Broken Steel Sword].

clang! clang! clang! clang!...

"Good! Take my move... Wooah!"

"die!"

Swords intertwined.

When the two confronted each other, [Broken Steel Sword] Gan Yeshu was slapped by a sloppy young man and opened the long sword. His body was tangent from the left clavicle to the right hip bone, and was split on the spot and turned into two pieces.

Gan Yeshu looked full of fear and reluctance. However, he knew that he would die in this state. He immediately howled shrillly: "A disciple of the Bengshan Sword Sect, quickly kill this clan and avenge me, and can succeed as the head of the sect!"

What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice?

Seeing that the situation was not good, more than 30 disciples of the Bengshan Sword Sect had oiled their feet and ran away.

Before hearing this, the disciples ran faster and had no anger at all.

"What are you dependent on me for being slap? I can't understand at all!"

The sloppy young man directly shattered Gan Yeshu's skull with a long knife and sent him back to the west.

Then, the young man held the knife rod of the Yanyue Knife in one hand, shook it gently, adjusted the position, and wiped the blade on his hip bones.

"It's broken again!"

The young man with blood in clothes sighed and threw the long Yanyue sword that was pointed out by the [Broken Steel Sword] Gan Yeshu with his sword to the side, and took a samurai sword from behind, casually slashing the air in front of him: "Why is a handy weapon so hard to find..."

"Before coming to this world, the four courtyards didn't hold training classes or anything else."

"It's really troublesome to lose language!"

"However, the extraordinary fundamental law in this world is generally very bad! There are a few people with strong strength, but unfortunately, they are not able to use their spiritual energy as they fight."

He talked to himself for a while, and the sloppy young man suddenly had a stern look.

He suddenly raised his head, and his scarlet eyes were filled with ecstasy: "Master! No, no, no! He is a strong man! A strong man in the true sense!"

It has nothing to do with the intensity of life.

It's just an almost animalistic intuition.

The person who came this time was what he had always longed for, and had the ability to kill his powerful enemy!

Only by confronting opponents of this level can you go further and make your swordsmanship reach a higher level and truly perfect!

The sloppy young man's eyes flowed, his eyes focused on the end of the long street, his muscles stiffened, and the corners of his lips slowly outlined a strange smile.

"【The Strongest Genius in Water Mirror】, Lin Zhengliu?"

Lin Zhengliu glanced at dozens of corpses on the street, waved his hands, and drove away the soldiers who were trying to siege the "enemy".

He pulled out the [star] from the scabbard with a calm expression and said coldly: "[Sword Madness], Qi Yuanbin."

After the pregnancy of [Secret Martial Arts of Pregnant Soldiers (Senior Martial Arts)], the original crimson-red sword of the straight blade was faintly intertwined with metal blood vessels, and the evil spirit became more sufficient.

Daobi's Adam's apple moved slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't think it's difficult. I came here just to chop people or be hacked to death! Junior brother, I won't show mercy to you, so don't have any psychological burden when you kill me!"

The sloppy young man grinned and stared at the straight-blade Tang sword [Star] in Lin Zhengliu's hand, and said with a grim smile: "Good knife! It's indeed a peerless magic sword! I want it!"

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