my infinite personality

Jiangdu,

In a big mansion,

The young girl and the old woman, the red face and the white hair, have a strong contrast in the scene, which makes people have an unforgettable impression at first sight.

That young girl was extremely beautiful, her appearance was nothing more than nothing, her shiny black hair was only tied with a hairband, and it fell naturally like a waterfall, her white and tender skin was as smooth as jade .Her figure is slender and well-proportioned, her figure is indescribably beautiful, and she has a unique charm and temperament.

The old lady she supported was white-haired, her eyes were half-covered by eyelids, she seemed to be blind, and her face was covered with deep wrinkles. I am afraid that some people will believe that she is wearing a black robe at this time, covered with a white silk blouse, her forehead is protruding, her cheeks are sunken, and her complexion is strangely pale, revealing a look that does not belong to her age. Pink.

You Chuhong, the head of the Dugu Clan, is one of the few masters in the world today.

In today's world, there are four big clans. In terms of martial arts, the four big clans are not the strongest, but they have the most people, the most money and the greatest power.

Lingnan Song clan, the head of the four great clans in the world, the clan leader "Song Que", titled "Tian Dao", is the world's number one Dao Dao master.

In his early years, Song Que ascended to the position of lord, rectified Lingnan, quelled unrest, and united with the heroes of the southern bureaucrats. At that time, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty "Yang Jian" swept the south and wanted to conquer Lingnan with an army of [-]. Song Que led [-] elite soldiers against the army of the backer king. , the two sides fought a decisive battle in Cangwu.

Song Que and the Backer King fought ten battles together, winning seven of the ten battles, and their reputation spread far and wide.

Li Clan in Guanzhong, one of the four powerful clans in the world, the lord "Li Yuan", has power in the Taiyuan area of ​​Guanzhong, occupies one side, has a high position and sufficient armor.

Especially the four sons and one daughter today can be said to be extremely competitive. Although there may be disasters in the future, but under the current situation, they support each other and are a hero for a while.

Yuwen Clan, the lord "Yu Wenshang", is the number one master of the Yuwen family, and among the four masters of the next family, "Yu Wenhuaji", the chief guard of Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, is the most well-known in the world. , the first person who practiced the secret skill "Bingxuanjin" handed down in his family.

And finally there is the Dugu Clan, a big family who is getting old and out of control, and You Chuhong, the pillar of the Dugu family, is currently having a problem with his practice, which hurts his meridians and heart.

"Cough cough cough, do you know why the old man called you here?" You Chuhong looked at the children of the Dugu family in the room and asked.

"My child doesn't know, please tell me clearly." Dugufeng clasped his hands and asked.

"I came here this time because of a person whose name is Dugu Jian!"

The scroll unfolded in the air, and the figure of a sharp-eyed young swordsman emerged in it. He was dressed in black and had a long sword. He was the fast swordsman who had recently gained fame.

It only takes one move to kill, and the sword is merciless.

Even through the picture scroll, you can feel the coldness and loneliness that go deep into the bone marrow.

A kind of loneliness that is cold into the blood and into the bone marrow.

A kind of indifference that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but it has a kind of murderous intent.

Dugu Jian, the world has rumored that this mysterious swordsman is a member of the Dugu family, but is this person really a member of the Dugu family?

"Feng'er?" You Chuhong looked at Dugu Ce.

"There is no heir named after the sword among the direct descendants of this generation, and it is impossible for the offspring to be named after the sword, but I don't know about it." Dugufeng said.

The sword is the weapon of a gentleman, and it is the most commonly used weapon by people in the Jianghu.

Taking the name of a sword is either arrogant or really powerful.

"Grandmother, maybe she used the name of our Dugu family to avoid vendetta." Dugu Ce said with a smile.

There are people like this everywhere.

Therefore, Dugu policy should not be taken seriously.

But You Chuhong's face became gloomy. She can tolerate Dugu Ce's lust and domineering, but she can't allow Dugu Ce to be stupid.

But at this moment, Dugu Ce showed his stupidity.

Seeing his grandmother's face darkened, Dugu Ce didn't dare to laugh anymore.

"Some people don't need to rely on other people's names, because their existence is already a kind of name." You Chuhong said. "As soon as he debuted, he killed an eagle of Fushan Double Eagle, even picked up the eight big cottages of the Yellow River Gang, and single-handedly killed the abbot of Wei Tuo Temple..."

"It's arrogance to name a sword, but this young man named Dugu Jian has already proved his strength with the sword in his hand, and there is no need to use the name of my Dugu family."

"However, not to mention [-]% of the people with the surname Dugu in the world are from my Dugu family, so my mother thinks that this person is related to my Dugu family." Dugu Feng said.

"Even if there is no karma, there was already a karma when he was called Dugu Jian." Zhong Chuhong looked at her "stupid" child and sighed inwardly.

Since the ancestor Dugu believed in it, it seems that the yin has flourished and the yang has declined. For some reason, the men of the Dugu family are always inferior to the daughters of the Dugu family.

"Feng'er, just go and have a look at this person. If you can win him over, that's the best. If you can't, you have to leave a good relationship." You Chuhong has also begun to calculate the family's fortune. Back way.

Dugufeng, the hidden handsome young man of the Dugu family, was supposed to enter the palace to become the prince or the concubine or side concubine of a certain prince, but the current emperor has already made the Dugu family who supported him the most have already started to put it up for sale.

He hated the powerful families and the people of the world, and even the lieutenant soldiers complained quite a bit.

This emperor, in just a few years, turned the world upside down, which is also a different kind of skill.

If the backer king still has a loyal army supporting this dilapidated country, I'm afraid...

In a mansion in Luoyang City, Shang Xiufang, who was wearing a loose white cotton robe, was sitting in front of the window, holding the snow-white shirt in her hand, and was sewing it stitch by stitch. This was a piece she had prepared for a long time. A gift, a gift prepared for the world's first-class swordsman who is about to be born.

"Miss, do you really believe that he will become a peerless swordsman? There are far more geniuses who die than grow up." Elder Zheng said.

He was also a swordsman, but that was already a very distant story, and he himself would feel that his memory was vague.

"Others will die, but he won't, so he is the god of death holding a sword. His sword is born to kill, and he kills to live." Shang Xiufang stroked the soft and silky robe, as if returning to the one she saw for the first time. day.

Her eyes never missed anyone, and the first moment she saw Dugu Sword, she believed that he would become the most terrifying swordsman in the world, and the poisonous dragon in his hand would bring death to his enemies and destruction.

Chapter 450 Three Night Siege

Chapter 455 Chapter 450

A swordsman is sincere in his heart, or sincere in his sword.

The sword is originally made of iron, and it becomes psychic because of holding it, moves because of the heart, lives because of blood, and dies because of non-thought.

The noodles are cold.

But the swordsman didn't care.

Because his blood is hot at the moment, even boiling.

Then, seven men in gray appeared like ghosts in the darkness.

Seven gray-clothed monks with ring scars and strong bodies, monks should be calm and steady, but at this moment, only hatred and anger are left in their eyes.

Seven monks.

In their left hands, they carried long-polished wooden sticks, and around their waists hung sharp pointed knives.

They are more like butchers and bandits than monks.

The first person's face was ashen, with high cheekbones, it was Lei Yao, the former leader of the Thirteen Bandits in Diancang Mountain.

The swordsman continued to eat noodles, and he was obviously not surprised to see these seven monks appearing here.

"Great, you haven't run away yet, do you know who you offended?" Lei Yao said in a bitter tone.

The swordsman didn't speak, but was still eating noodles.

"Very good, very good." Lei Yao smiled angrily.

Then seven people had already surrounded the swordsman, and the seven people posed in strange poses, forming an inexplicable formation.

The dim light shone on their livid faces, showing their deep hatred.

The lame old man selling noodles couldn't help shivering.Step by step, he retreated into the corner of the wall.

"You killed the abbot of Wei Tuo Temple, and half of our brothers, and you still dare to sit here and eat noodles, thinking that our brothers are eating dry food?" Lei Yao said.

A few days ago, the swordsman killed half of their brothers and made them run away like dogs, but now, they seem to have the full confidence to kill the swordsman.

The swordsman was a little strange, and it was strange what gave them such great confidence.

At this time Lei Yao suddenly laughed, with a ferocious and secretive smile.

In this kind of smile, there seemed to be a strange self-confidence, and he seemed to be sure to kill the swordsman.

The dim light swayed in the wind.

The seven monks suddenly raised their wooden sticks and swept them away. With a sound of "Chi", all the surrounding lights were turned off.

There was darkness all around, and the seven monks waved their sticks vigorously, while the swordsman's hand had already landed on the hilt of the sword.

"Many people like to drink a glass of wine before killing people. I can buy you two drinks." The swordsman said.

"What we want to drink now is not wine, but blood, your blood!" As the words in blood came out, the cold wind from all directions had already hit.

A hidden weapon, and a hidden weapon that is highly poisonous.

The footsteps of the seven monks immediately moved in a strange rhythm, surrounded the swordsman, and swung the wooden sticks and knives in their hands.

Their rhythm is getting faster and faster, their steps are getting faster and faster, and the dancing of their wooden sticks is becoming more and more urgent.

The circle surrounded by seven people has gradually shrunk, but the pressure has increased.

These seven wooden sticks flying in the air seem to have been woven into a net, which is gradually being tightened.

The swordsman suddenly felt like he had become a fish trapped in a net. The coordination of the moves of these seven people was almost flawless, without even a single flaw.

Moreover, there is a hidden weapon that does not know when it will be released, which makes it difficult to concentrate.

In this atmosphere full of chills, the swordsman still sat there quietly, not even moving, as if he had become a rock, as if he had become one with the earth.

And there is no pressure of any kind in the world, which the earth cannot bear.

The cold and confident faces of the seven monks showed a restless expression at this moment.

They suddenly realized that they were also under an indescribable strange pressure.

Because of their attack, there was no reaction at all.

Stress is relative.

The more pressure you put on others, the more burden you put on yourself.

Beads of sweat had already formed on Lei Yao's face, he suddenly stabbed the swordsman with a stick with his backhand.

The shadows of sticks interweave into dense gray images, occupying five meters around the swordsman.

It seems that within a five-meter radius, no matter where it is, it has been filled with these gray monks and their whistling long sticks, and there is no room for any strange existence.

Under such circumstances, the swordsman can see at least seven or eight long sticks hitting his head, chest, knees, and ankles in front of his eyes, and he can also hear the wind around the back of the head, back of the heart, tailbone, and cervical spine in his ears. different.

At the same moment, the swordsman suddenly let out a long cry, and the sword had already been released.

With a sweep of the long sword in his hand, sword shadows spread all over his body, forming a barrier around which water could not enter.

The lightning-like sword light rolled like a startled rainbow, piercing through the southeast and northwest in one go, sweeping across all directions, chopping with the upper finger and downward, turning the strong internal force into sword energy and swaying it wantonly.

This kind of wooden stick is covered with oily veneer on the outside, but the inside is made of refined steel.

There is no real weapon in the world that can cut iron like mud, and it is difficult for a swordsman to cut off the seven "wooden sticks" all at once, but some things are more fragile than wooden sticks.

Blood filled the sky, the seven arms and the wooden sticks in their hands were splashed, and thick smoke shot out quickly, but it was poured on their own faces.

The swordsman walked away, but a pair of iron palms had already slapped the swordsman on the back. The swordsman turned around and struck the blade of the sword with the iron palm. The heavy internal force penetrated the blade and hit the swordsman's body, causing the swordsman to bite Spit out blood.

"It's you!" The swordsman's figure suddenly stopped, and it was the one-eyed cripple who showed off his face.

"The benefactor's swordsmanship is excellent, but his internal strength is a little weak. Why don't you enter my Buddhist school, redeem the sin of killing, and participate in my Buddhist great law together." The one-eyed cripple said.

"Father, did he kill Seventh Brother and the others!?" Before the swordsman could reply, Lei Yao had already uttered angrily.

"Nie Zhan, I have already become a monk, and the Buddhist school is pure, where is my father and son?" But the one-eyed lame man said angrily.

"What a Buddhist gate, what a place to hide filth and evil. The father of the thirteen bandits turned out to be you, the big naughty thief 30 years ago, Baili Feihua Thunder!"

In an instant, the swordsman understood everything.

The thirteen bandits are as close as brothers, no.The Thirteen Bandits are brothers.

Like a thunderbolt and lightning flashing, there was a clap.

The moment the words fell, the swordsman's sword had already been struck, and there was a "dang" sound, and the sound of gold and iron rang, shaking the ears.

A pair of iron palms clamped the swordsman's long sword, and the swordsman's chest was already bright red, and a smile appeared on the old monk's old face, but suddenly the old monk felt a heat on his face.

"This blood will be repaid with your blood." He staggered back, but there was a strange smile on the swordsman's pale face, and he disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

And the old monk's figure was shaking, his face was rotten, and within a moment he could see the bones inside.

"Ah, it's...poison!"

It is poisonous, and it is colorless, odorless and highly poisonous, but when exactly?Obviously he put the poison on the opponent's face? !

Scenes flashed in front of the old monk like a lantern, and finally stopped on the copper plate pressed by the swordsman on the table. It turned out that the swordsman had already...

Such a ruthless person, such a ruthless sword, so ruthless poison!