"Yuanpingbao is as bad as other places."

“If the people don’t have a living, it’s natural to kill all the officials and bandits!”

"If you don't kill, your thoughts will not be clear!"

Having said this, the young man threw away the long knife whose durability was almost exhausted, and picked one from the many weapons tied to his body.

Whoosh!

A brand new Yanyue sword was unsheathed.

"Oh oh oh! It's another good knife! It's more suitable for use in military battles! With this kind of quality, it can kill at least 150 people before it starts to become dull! Unfortunately, it is still a bit weak.

Don’t fuck me!”

The young man who looked like a beggar was obviously not in a normal state of mind.

He wiped the blood on his face and said with a smile: "Hehehehe... what about 'the people are in dire straits' is just an excuse."

"My real purpose is to follow the treasure map to find the knife of destiny!"

Seeing that this beggar-like young man seemed to be distracted, several brave soldiers were eager to make a contribution and went around from three directions at the same time to launch a fatal blow to him.

However……

歘!

The sword flashed.

Three heads fell to the ground.

The sloppy young man, who had three more lives in his hand, put the long knife on his shoulder, stepped on it in the pool of blood, and rubbed the stubble on his chin with one hand: "You are so weak, isn't there anyone stronger?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged swordsman in white stood in front of him: "You are a villain who kills innocent people indiscriminately! Your internal strength has been exhausted, right?"

"Today, I, Gan Yeshu, the leader of Bengshan Sword Sect [Shattered Steel Sword], will kill you to do justice for heaven!"

The Bengshan Sword Sect made a wrong bet before and stood in the wrong team. They thought they could take advantage of this opportunity to suppress the rebellion and curry favor with the Yue family of the Wu Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, [Dragon King] Lin Zhengliu was so powerful. As soon as he led a group of disciples to Yuanping Fort, he found that the place had changed hands.

It just so happened that although Gan Yeshu was powerful and quite prestigious in the Central Plains martial arts world, he had a flexible stance.

Who is taking refuge in but not taking refuge in?

The opportunity is right now, and it happens to be a benefit to Lin Zhengliu, so that he can know the exquisite swordsmanship of Bengshan Sword Sect!

"Oh? Here comes another one!"

The sloppy young man slowly put down his long sword. Without saying a word, he held the Yanyue long sword and rushed directly towards the master of [Shattered Steel Sword] Gan Yeshu.

Clang! Clang! Clang!…

"Well done! Pick me up this way... ooohhh!"

"die!"

Swords clashed.

During the fourth move of the exchange between the two, [Shattered Steel Sword] Gan Yeshu was swung away by the sloppy young man with his long sword. His body was split in two on the tangent line from the left clavicle to the right hip bone.

Gan Yeshu's face was full of fear and unwillingness. Even in his current state, he knew that he was going to die. He immediately howled miserably: "Disciples of the Collapsing Mountain Sword Sect, kill this person quickly. The one who avenges me can take over as the leader."

One position!”

What kind of master teaches what kind of disciple.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the thirty or so disciples of the Collapsing Mountain Sword Sect had already greased their feet and ran away.

Before hearing this, the disciples ran faster, without any anger at all.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand you at all!"

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

Then, the young man held the handle of the Yanyue Knife with one hand, shook it gently, adjusted the position, and wiped the edge of the knife on his clothes and pants at the hip bone.

"It's broken again!"

The young man whose clothes were stained with blood sighed, and threw aside the Yanyue long sword that had been opened by Gan Yeshu's sword with the [Shattered Steel Sword]. Then he took a samurai sword from behind and slashed the air in front of him casually:

"Why is it so hard to find a handy weapon..."

"Before coming to this world, the four major courtyards didn't hold any training courses or anything like that."

“The language barrier is really troublesome!”

"However, the extraordinary basic skills in this world are generally terrible! There are a few who are very strong, but unfortunately they are using them, and their psychic powers are not enough."

After talking to himself for a while, the sloppy young man suddenly had a look in his eyes.

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

It has nothing to do with life intensity.

It's just an almost animal instinct.

The person who came this time was what he had always wanted, a powerful enemy who had the ability to kill him!

Only by fighting against opponents of this level can you take a step further and reach a higher level of your swordsmanship, truly perfecting it!

The slovenly young man's eyes wandered, focusing on the end of the long street. The muscles on his face stiffened, and a strange smile slowly formed on the corners of his lips.

"[Shui Jing's strongest genius], Lin Zhengliu?"

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

He calmly pulled out the [Star] from the scabbard and said in a cold voice: "[Knife Fan], Qi Yuanbin."

After being nurtured by [Pregnant Soldier Secret Martial Arts (Gao Shen)], the originally crimson blade of the straight-edged Tang Dao was vaguely intertwined with metal blood vessels, and the evil spirit became more abundant.

Dao Chi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Don't find it difficult, I am here just to chop people, or be hacked to death! Junior, I will not show mercy to you, so when you kill me

, and don’t have any psychological burden!”

The sloppy young man grinned, staring intently at the straight-edged Tang Dao [Star] in Lin Zhengliu's hand, and said with a ferocious smile: "What a knife! It is indeed a peerless magic knife! I want it!"

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Chapter completed!