Dragon Pattern Roll Set

Bai Yutang followed the Tianshan sect's distress whistle, the further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Although it was dark at this time, most places in Chuzhou Mansion were quite lively at night, but this street was still brightly lit at this time yesterday, but now it was unusually quiet.

No one didn't say anything, not even the sound of insects.

The flute was still playing, just ahead of the deserted street.

Bai Yutang kept walking along the sound of the flute... Finally, he stood at the intersection where this avenue meets another avenue.

Bai Yutang stood still, and at this moment... the sound of the flute stopped.

Bai Yutang stood there without moving, turned his face, and looked at a small thatched hut next to him.

This thatched hut was supposed to be used to tie horses for passers-by, and there were a lot of straw piles inside.At this time, there was a straw mat on the straw pile, and there should be a person under the straw mat, and you could see the hands and clothes corners exposed outside the straw mat.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the exposed hand has a red knot around its wrist.Bai Yutang never pays attention to such details, but sometimes, he doesn't know how to remember some things, probably this is also a kind of fate.

Before he was in the reeds, the little disciple of the Tianshan School who blushed after being patted on the head by Tianzun and said "grow so big".When he bowed his hands to salute himself, Bai Yutang noticed the red knot on his wrist.A big man probably wouldn't wear this by himself, right? There are two kinds of people who will wear this kind of thing for him, or a child, or a woman... The little apprentice is at most 20 years old and should have no heirs, so , my lover gave it to me.

Bai Yutang looked at the straw mat intently, the person under the straw mat had no breath, in other words, he was dead.

"Tsk..."

At this time, from the roof behind Bai Yutang, came a slightly regretful voice, "Aren't you too defensive, and turned your back on the enemy, or did you not notice me at all?"

Bai Yutang didn't turn his head, he looked like he didn't hear the man's words at all, neither surprised nor puzzled, his face still had no expression at all, his eyes were still focused on the straw mat.

The voice on the roof rang again, "Could it be that the legendary first knife in the Central Plains was a deaf man? That monster clearly said that your kung fu is similar to mine."

At this time, Bai Yutang finally moved. He walked towards the thatched hut, but he still didn't seem to hear the voice behind him at all.

Walking under the straw shed, Bai Yutang stretched out his hand and gently lifted the straw mat.Under the straw mat, there was indeed that little disciple of the Tianshan School. His eyes were open, but there was no expression of panic in his eyes. There was a knife in his neck, a deep wound, but very little blood...

"It's so pitiful that he died at such a young age." The voice behind him came again, "But I struck quickly, he must not have felt any pain... Are you delaying time? That person clearly said that you are cold Ruthless, it made me excited for a long time."

Bai Yutang stretched out his hand, gently closed the little apprentice's eyes, and stood up.

"Tsk tsk." The person on the roof shook his head and sighed, "So gentle? Don't you say you are Shura? Could it be that I was deceived?"

Bai Yutang stood up, walked out of the hut, and finally took a look at the opposite roof.

The man on the opposite roof was wearing a red cloth robe, Bai Yutang frowned slightly... Among the men he knew, only two wore red, Lin Yehuo and Zhan Zhao.Lin Yehuo was very bright in red, and his robes were made of all kinds of good materials, always fluttering in the wind.But Zhan Zhao's red robe is the most common red cloth robe, ordinary cotton cloth, soft and straight.

Zhan Zhao's red robe is very similar to his official robes. Bai Yutang used to think that the official robes of the Song Dynasty were too ugly!The vulgarity of silk and satin, and the shabbyness of cloth and silk.However, such an ugly red robe looks exceptionally good-looking on Zhan Zhao.Zhan Zhao's appearance and temperament suppressed the red robe very well. This unique temperament, which can see aura in the ordinary, almost reshaped the aesthetics of the fifth master, turning the red color that was the most unpleasant to the eye into a red robe. He chose a color that was super pleasing to the eye, but at the same time, he also hated seeing others wearing red cotton robes.

The man on the opposite roof was also wearing a red cloth gown. Although the style was different from Zhan Zhao's, the material felt very similar.

The man looks very young, and he should be very young in fact, at most 25 six, tall and thin, with a good-looking appearance, a little big and small eyes, if you look carefully, there is a long scar on the eyelid of the left eye, probably That's what causes the big and small eyes, but it doesn't look ugly.That person also had a smile on his face, and he spoke slowly...the same person wore red clothes, always had the same smile on his mouth, and the same soft-spoken voice, but that one from Ke Zhanzhao was just right, while the one on this side felt very contrived.

Bai Yutang looked back and asked, "Are you with those masked men?"

"That's right... But they are low-level players on the fifth floor, and I am a master on the second floor." The man smiled, patted his chest and introduced himself, "My name is Mo Qi, and I am the son of Lord Mo."

Bai Yutang didn't speak, his eyes noticed the flute used by the Tianshan sect in Mo Qi's hand for communication.

The man also noticed Bai Yutang's gaze, so he simply jumped to the ground and landed opposite Bai Yutang... After a close encounter, the man smiled, "Oh! It really has the face of a master! But his personality is quite impressive. I'm disappointed."

After finishing speaking, he put the flute behind his back, raised his hand, and a long knife flew out from his sleeve, "Do you want to avenge your friend?"

While speaking, he glanced at the dead young disciple of the Tianshan School.

"He's not my friend." Bai Yutang replied flatly.

Mo Qi was taken aback, "Oh? Then you miss him for a long time."

Bai Yutang looked down at the knife in his hand, "It's just a pity."

"What a pity?" Mo Qi tilted his head in confusion, and then seemed to understand, "Oh... you mean you died at such a young age?"

"It doesn't matter if you are young or not when you die." Bai Yutang stretched out his hand, pulled out the Yunzhong Dao, held it in his left hand, and threw the scabbard into the grass shed. Next to the wrist tied with a red string, Bai Yutang raised his eyes and looked at his hand. The tip of the knife, said to himself, "It's a pity that when you die, there are still people who can't let go."

Mo Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up when he smiled, "Usually, the person who uses the knife is the most particular about the knife, but you should draw the knife out early, ah! I see, you want to Use a short step, right?"

Bai Yutang glanced at him, but said nothing.

"This kind of saber technique is very difficult to learn." Mo Qi smiled cheerfully, "Is there a rhythm to using a saber? Usually, it involves exerting force, lifting, slashing or swinging... at least three steps. You can omit the movements of exerting force and lifting, and the speed will be accelerated. The force is not passed through internal force, but the speed is also accelerated. Only the masters of the masters can practice this kind of sword technique."

As he said that, Mo Qi also pulled out the knife, in a similar posture to Bai Yutang, "However, I can do it too... Am I very smart?"

Bai Yutang looked at the posture in which he held the knife, and roughly knew his type...

"No need to guess." Mo Qi smiled, "I'm the same as you, I'm the type to fight with my brain, I can guess what move you will make next! We have similar internal strength, you don't know me, no I know what kind of kung fu I usually use, but I know what kind of kung fu you will use. Someone told me, so... you say you have no chance of winning? I think I can kill you within a hundred moves. "

Bai Yutang didn't speak, kept his head slightly lowered, his eyes were looking at the ground, his face was expressionless, he swung the knife in his hand sideways, held the knife, and walked slowly towards Mo Qi.

Mo Qi was surprised, "Is it okay to walk so slowly?"

Bai Yutang walked unhurriedly, his eyes cooling down little by little.

Mo Qi smiled faintly, "It's so murderous, don't you intend to capture me alive?"

"Family teacher has fate." Bai Yutang lightly supported the handle of the knife with his right hand, and the blade turned forward. The cold light carried a murderous aura under the moonlight, "Whoever kills a disciple of the Tianshan School will be killed without mercy."

……

On the other side, the Chen brothers in the military camp were looking at the sand table map in the study and analyzing the situation around the sea area when they heard a strange wind.

The two were taken aback for a moment, and Chen Bang drew out the knife, but it was too late...a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

In a critical moment, Chen Feng bumped his brother away, "Be careful!"

……

After all, the two brothers also had a good kung fu background, this time saved Chen Bang's life, but there was a bloody mouth on Chen Feng's shoulder, and the blood burst out.

The two fell behind the desk, looked up, and saw a person squatting on the table at some time, stepping on the pile of sand representing the tower of Chuzhou Prefecture, and the flag was crushed flat.

The man was wearing a white cloak, his hair was dyed or something, and there was a faint blue light, which looked very strange.The appearance is not ugly, the skin is yellowish, the nose is high and the eyes are deep. It doesn't look like a Central Plains person, and the eyes are murderous.

He held a three-foot long silver sword as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand. Seeing that the two avoided his sword, he sneered, "Not bad..."

Chen Feng and Chen Bang also stood up at this time, and they both frowned. This person's tone of voice was weird and he had a very strong accent, so he should not be Han Chinese.

Chen Bang realized that this person's kung fu was extremely high and he should be unable to beat him, so he blocked Chen Feng behind him, "You go first."

Where is Chen Feng willing?Brothers naturally have a good relationship, let alone twins.

The man in white smiled, "Although it is said to be the lackey of the Zhao family, but the brotherhood is very good, I will act faster..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh" and subconsciously turned his face back.

Just as he raised his face, an ancient black sword brushed past his chin. The man in white wanted to avoid the sword, so he had to turn over from the table.

He fell under the table and took two steps back, looked up...and saw a man in red appearing on the table.

The Chen brothers were overjoyed, "Master Zhan!"

At this time, Zhan Zhao's knees are slightly bent, his toes are touching the edge of the table, his right hand is holding the unsheathed Juque sword horizontally, and his left hand is sheathing the sword... This is the movement he just landed. Zhao has already used his strength to dodge...

The man in white reacted quickly, leaning back several times in a row, dodging the swords that Zhan Zhao swept over, dodged sideways and flew out of the window... Zhan Zhao chased him out of the window.

At this time, all the nearby soldiers ran over, shouting, "There are assassins."

The white-clothed man fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust... But he didn't have time to stand still, because Zhan Zhao's sword arrived just as soon as it hit the ground, and he didn't know if Zhan Zhao did it on purpose, every sword swept his chin... …To escape, you have to look up, and people can control their face up, but their hair and clothes cannot be controlled, and they will all float forward.

So... a lot of white cloth and hair fell on the ground.

Finally, the white-clothed man leaped out of the circle, left the barracks, and arrived at a deserted street. He raised his hand to block it, "Wait!"

Zhan Zhao landed about ten steps in front of him, raised his eyes and looked around...the surroundings were unusually quiet.

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes, "When you came in, you used your internal force to stun the people nearby?"

The man smiled, "In case they come out and get in the way."

There was no smile on Zhan Zhao's face, and he asked instead, "Are you a pig? Didn't you know that this kind of internal force can hurt people? Old people and children will die! Are you so stupid and still wearing white?!"

The man in white was taken aback by what Zhan Zhao said, and asked with some uncertainty, "Are you sure you are Zhan Zhao? That person told me that Zhan Zhao has a gentle personality..."

"He lied to you, you have been betrayed." Zhan Zhao replied, at this time the clouds that originally covered the moon in the sky parted a little bit, and Zhan Zhao could see a little more clearly. The scabbard pointed at him, "If you look like this, you still have a face in white, take it off quickly!"

……

The man in white frowned and looked at Zhan Zhao—the young man in front of him had a very cute and lovable face, but his temper was not as good as the legend said. You are allowed to wear white"...does it mean that people from the Central Plains stipulate that those who wear white must be handsome and smart?

Zhan Zhao glanced at the sword in his hand again, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Are you with Wu Su and the others? Also Master Mo's men?"

The man in white smiled, "I'm not at the same level as Wusu and the others..."

"I see." Zhan Zhao nodded, "You're obviously annoying."

The mouth of the man in white twitched. He didn't speak Chinese very well. Zhan Zhao felt awkward when he saw him in white. In addition, he almost succeeded in sneak attacking the Chen brothers. Most importantly, he hurt innocent people. It was unforgivable. .Now Zhan Zhao is extremely upset, and has already switched to the pure black cat mode, so black that he has a mouth in his mouth.

"I'm on the second floor, they're just on the fifth floor." The man in white smiled, "My name is Mo Yu, the son of Lord Mo."

Zhan Zhao nodded, "Your father definitely doesn't love you, otherwise who would name their child Cuttlefish? Why don't you just call him Squid."

Mo Yu felt puzzled, pointed at Zhan Zhao and asked, "Why do you speak so badly? You clearly said that everyone loves you..."

Zhan Zhao nodded appreciatively, "So you're not human. A squid."

Stranger could only roll his eyes...

Unexpectedly, Zhan Zhao's teeth were grinding, "Don't roll your eyes while wearing white clothes, you are sick!"

Mo Yu said in his heart, you are the only one who is sick, okay... Wearing a white dress offends you?

Raising the sword in his hand, pointing the blade at Mo Yu, Zhan Zhao gently placed his left hand on the side of his right elbow, looked up at him, "It seems that he came prepared."

Mo Yu smiled, raised his sword, and did almost the same action as Zhan Zhao, "You are a very talented type, fighting is completely based on instinct, so coincidentally, so am I! I know what you are good at, and you are good at it." We have a weakness... We have similar internal strength, do you think you are going to die today?"

Zhan Zhao looked at him for a while, and finally smiled.

Zhan Zhao laughed, but Mo Yu was stupefied, thinking... Maybe this person is usually gentle and lovable.

Zhan Zhao restrained his smile, flicked his sword, walked forward slowly, and walked straight towards Mo Yu, his steps gradually became faster, and finally jumped forward suddenly...

Mo Yu was startled, and when he looked up, he felt the wind behind him... Hurriedly backing away, Zhan Zhao, who suddenly appeared behind him, swung his sword, and "punctured" a cut on the back of Mo Yu's white clothes.

Just as Mo Yu stood firm, Zhan Zhao stepped forward.

Mo Yu instinctively leaned back, and there was another "stab" in the chest, a big gash.

Mo Yu looked at his torn white clothes, luckily he was wearing a black undershirt, otherwise he would be naked, what's wrong with Zhan Zhao?

"Talent?" Zhan Zhao sneered, "Can you fly?"

After finishing speaking...Mo Yu saw Zhan Zhao leaping into the sky...

While Mo Yu raised his face, he heard the wind blowing in his ear, and turned his head quickly... The clothes were swept from the collar... Look again, there was only a black inner jacket left, and the white outer robe was left behind. The lower hem is almost the same as wearing this white skirt.

Mo Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Is this pleasing to the eye?"

Zhan Zhao flicked a piece of white cloth hanging from the sword, and asked, "Why did you come to the Central Plains and kill so many people?"

Mo Yu's eyes froze, "Revenge!"

"Really?" Zhan Zhao nodded, "There is a wrong and a debt, who on this street has dug your ancestral grave?"

"No way." Mo Yu sneered, "For a better future, some bloodshed is necessary."

"What is the difference between your argument and the stupid king who decided to exchange the lives of prisoners for pirates?" Zhan Zhao raised his sword, "Kneel down and admit your mistakes to those who have taken away their future from you! They died like you Just like the ancestors! You are the same as the murderer back then, killing for life!"

……

At the top of the watchtower, Tianzun could clearly feel the internal strength of Yutang and Zhan Zhao, the inexplicable seriousness of the two was beyond Tianzun's expectation, did they get touched by some kind of negative scale?It's so serious.

The opponent's forehead is indeed very high, although I don't know how this kind of internal force is obtained, but... Wugong does not rely on internal force alone to determine the winner.If all external factors are excluded, the real contest is actually very simple.

A knife against a knife is like a knife.

Sword against sword is like fencing.

There is only one final result, the strong wins!