Me and my Jianghu Tavern

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was stagnant water outside the inn.

The eyes of the eight iron-faced masters were sharp, and the jade sword could only see afterimages but not the blade.

With the stellar energy protecting the body, the jade sword can't cut through the stellar energy, but it has to guard against it, which is a bit tricky.

Zhang Ming frowned, and controlled Yu Ruyi from tens of feet away, looking for the valves of these eight people. They were of different shapes, but they were all dressed in the same clothes. If they were not paying attention, they would lose their target.

found it.

"Broken!" Zhang Ming's eyes froze.

The jade sword in the arena suddenly became sharper, and went straight to one of the eight masters. Hearing a muffled groan, one of the iron-faced masters responded to the complaint and broke his body.

Protective energy, broken!

"cut."

Zhang Ming wanted to take down this person in one fell swoop, but the seven people around him didn't give him a chance.

"Array!"

One of the men in the iron mask said softly, and saw that eight people were occupying their respective positions, and the only thing missing was the person in the middle.

Zhang Ming frowned, and Yu Ruyi retreated. This kind of formation made him unable to advance or retreat. The eight people were wary of Yu Ruyi hanging in the sky. They didn't care about Gu Qingshan's battle with the man in the iron mask on the other side. jade sword.

Yu Ruyi turned into a ray of light and withdrew from the formation of eight people.

"These eight people are determined to hold me back." Zhang Ming took a deep breath and had to find a way.

Suddenly, a person walked out from the door of the inn.

Zhang Ming turned his head to look, his heart trembled, "Why did you come out!?"

Chu Hang wore a bamboo hat and dragged a huge sword. The rain fell on the bamboo hat and fell along the edge of the bamboo hat.

"Goofy, I'm here to help you." Chu Hang threw away the bamboo hat and raised his giant sword, "Break the mountain with one sword!"

The giant sword cut through the accumulated water on the ground, and the sword gang was attached to the giant sword.

Gu Qingshan felt the sword energy behind him, and immediately dodged away.

The heavy sword aura slashed at the iron-masked man. The iron-masked man frowned and raised his knife to resist. The sword aura was so strong that he was knocked back two steps, but he was not injured.

"Send you another sword!"

Gu Qingshan raised his hand with a sword, but before the man in the iron mask could fully react, he immediately swung his sword again, the sword energy was cut through, and the sword energy struck him.

"Zheng!"

The figure of the man in the iron mask flashed, two strands of black hair were cut off, and the sound of sword energy passing across the iron face was heard.

Tie Mian snorted coldly, with a long knife across his chest, he didn't plan to play with Gu Qingshan anymore, now that the real master Chu Hang has come out, he just needs to kill Chu Hang.

Gu Qingshan turned his head and saw Chu Hang dragging his giant sword and clenching his teeth, "What are you doing here, go back!"

"Damn it, I'm not cowardly, I'm afraid he won't succeed."

Chu Hang cursed and didn't care at all. The coldness in his body hadn't completely disappeared. When he came out, he poured a pot of plum wine, which should be able to last until the end.

Tie Mian raised his long knife, his eyes were cold under the mask, and a word came out of his mouth: "Death."

Killing intent emerged all over the body, the rain stopped falling, everything disappeared, the only thing that could be seen was the knife, the field was full of knives, there was nothing but the knife.

This knife stopped the rain.

This knife is killing, like a dead body in a sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Ming, who was far away in the attic, felt the murderous aura and trembled all over. He could still clearly perceive how many people were killed after more than ten feet away.

"They can't stop this knife." Zhang Ming's face darkened.

"Om."

Yu Ruyi withdrew from the formation of eight people, turned into a stream of light, and the eight iron-faced masters followed closely behind.

"As soon as the dog came up, he used his killer move, you are dead!" Chu Hang cursed, and raised the giant sword in his hand.

"You have to do your best." Gu Qingshan's heart sank, and he swung his sword with all his strength.

"Collapse the mountain!"

The giant sword has no front, but it has the potential to collapse mountains.

"Peace the world."

The red sword has no handle, but it has the power of Hirakawa.

The two swords came out together, and collided with the knife with a solid killing intent.

The sword gang and the sword gang are constantly disappearing.

A wave exploded in the arena, and a jade sword entered the arena, heading straight for the saber energy.

"Broken." Zhang Ming snorted softly.

The power of the three swords, the condensed killing intent retreated in all directions until it disappeared.

The knife is broken!

"Huh?" Tie Mian turned to look at Zhang Ming who was in the attic.

Zhang Ming felt the man's eyes tremble all over, and the murderous intent like a sea of ​​blood seemed to have walked through hell.

This man in the iron mask headed by him is definitely a top-level grandmaster, swinging that knife full of murderous intent doesn't consume any energy.

At that moment, Zhang Ming understood that Gu Qingshan was no match, and Chu Hang was no match. If the two of them combined, they might not be able to match this person.

Gu Qingshan's face was heavy, and he also knew that this person was just playing around with him just now, and now is the time to really get angry.

Trouble.

"It's the master again." Chu Hang felt a little uncomfortable, panting heavily, with the giant sword supporting his body, he raised his head unwillingly to look at the man in the iron mask.

The eight iron faces chased after them, and landed behind the leader of the iron face.

With one sword and three swords, the field became quiet.

"Boom!"

Another flash of thunder flashed, and the nine iron masks showed a cold light, and the rainwater flowed down the mask, inexplicably raising a sense of chilling.

"Clap la la la."

Zhang Ming stood on the attic and looked down. Yu Ruyi was hanging in the field. He frowned, thinking of a solution.

However, Jiu TieMian didn't intend to give them any chance, they were born because of the Su family and only know how to kill.

The leader of the man in the iron mask looked cold, raised his head and slashed, and uttered a word, "Kill."

Murderous intent emerged, and the murderous intent of the nine people spewed out and condensed into a ball.

Chu Hang felt the killing intent and trembled all over. He was not afraid, but he couldn't resist the killing intent.

Immediately afterwards, nine saber lights struck out.

"Break." Gu Qingshan raised his head and swung his sword, but it didn't have any effect.

He could only watch the nine saber lights coming towards him.

Gu Qingshan smiled wryly in his heart, is he really going to die now, or die with this stinky guy.

Zhang Ming was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

"Buzz!"

But suddenly saw a sword light attacking.

Jian Gang entered the arena, and the nine sword lights shattered together.

The leading man in the iron mask turned his head to look into the inn, only to see a broken sword entering the arena and falling to the ground.

The light of the sword and the killing intent are all broken by a single sword.

I saw that Lai was wearing sackcloth, with an old complexion, walking out of the inn with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Ming heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming, Gu Qingshan and the others were saved.

"Uncle Wu." Gu Qing Shan took a breath.

Uncle Wu didn't speak, he stepped forward and picked up the broken sword on the ground, and looked up at the man in the iron mask in front of him.

Uncle Wu sighed, and said to the man, "It's all old stuff from more than 40 years ago. Is it interesting to bully the juniors?"

Gu Qingshan frowned, Uncle Wu actually knew this man in the iron mask.

The man in the iron mask visibly trembled. He didn't expect that someone would recognize him. An old voice came from under the iron mask: "Who are you? The old man can't remember."

"Don't you remember?" Uncle Wu shook his head, "Then let me help you remember."

Uncle Wu raised his sword.

The broken sword stood in the field, all the swords and swords retreated, and all the killing intent turned into nothingness.

This sword came rushing like thousands of troops and horses.

This sword also made the No.1 Secret Spy Division of the year.

The broken swordsman, Wu Fu.

Chapter 180: The Art of Broken Sword

At this time, the Broken Sword was swung out, just like the Wushuang sword back then.

The man in the iron mask raised his knife across his chest.

"Howling."

The sword energy crossed the long knife, split it in two, and cut through the chest of the man in the iron mask.

The nine iron faces stepped back a few steps, standing unsteadily.

"Pfft." The old man under the iron mask stabilized his figure and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he finally remembered the person in front of him.

Early summer of that year.

There was a person holding a broken sword, standing on the martial arts arena, and shouted: Who will come again?

None of the more than a thousand members of the secret spy department dared to step forward to fight.

This is the No. 1 Secret Spy Division, Wu Fu the Swordsman.

Who doesn't know the name of the secret agent, who doesn't know the No. 1 secret agent, and from then on, there will be no Xiao Xiao dare to make trouble in Chang'an.

It is also this broken sword, but it is not the young man of the past.

Uncle Wu put away the broken sword, and said lightly: "Do you need to recall it for you?"

"Cough, cough, cough." The old man under the iron mask coughed a few times, and he was seriously injured by the sword.

"No need." The old man under the iron mask held his chest.

The field fell silent.

The eight iron faces behind the iron-faced old man were all seriously injured, all because of Uncle Wu's sword.

Nine masters were defeated with one strike.

Gu Qingshan's lips parted slightly. Although he knew the name of the swordsman, he didn't expect such a result. One against nine, this is the real master.

Zhang Ming stood on the attic, looking at the field.

The situation reversed.

Just because of that sword.

Zhang Ming thought to himself, maybe this is the reason why so many people learn swordsmanship. Who doesn't want to break the sky with a sword, who doesn't have such a dream of Jianghu, this is also the charm of the sword.

tick, tick...

The rain fell, and there was no more thunder, as if he was afraid of the swordsman standing in the field.

The wind blew, and the rain messed up, flew down in all directions, and floated into the attic.