"Sword in the shaft?"
Yan San stayed with Luo Yan in the casting room for several years, and was used to seeing good soldiers. He is also a good hand at casting. Such a thin sword casting room has naturally been cast before, but it is extremely difficult to have such a slender and slender sword body to leave such a beautiful steel pattern on the body. God can't help but take it away.
"This sword is called Splendid Valley Flower. I was ordered by my teacher to spend six years to create a set of swordsmanship. It is based on spring, summer, autumn and winter. It has not yet been published. I specially invite Feiyan to pass the sky to axe."
Yan San was about to decline, but several sword lights swept across his shoulders. Had no choice but to dodge to avoid, but did not dare to draw the knife.
However, the Kuanglu sword is as strong as the wind, combined with the characteristics of the thin sword, which is good at stabbing, it is really not easy to see clearly. Yan San avoided the three swords with light effort, but he didn't dare to support him again, he pulled out his saber at his waist, dragged it horizontally, and took the defensive position.
Kuang Lu smiled at this moment.
"There are hundreds of flowers blooming in spring, and the theme is splendid. Hero Yan advises."
He said so, the sword light fluttered slowly, like a warm spring breeze, the sunlight reflected, and it was not stained by fine dust. The light pattern on the sword body is like a golden calendula flowing wind, falling one after another.
The sword stance seems to be moving with the wind, and it is extremely erratic and agile. Yan San didn't dare to attack back, he was just on the defensive, and he was already hit with several swords in a short time.
Kuanglu's sword stopped, a cold star on the tip of the sword aimed at Yan San's throat, and laughed.
"This trick is called 'so wearing the garden tree to make flying flowers'. I haven't mastered it yet, so Xia Wanwangyan will enlighten me."
"This sword really is a very exquisite swordsmanship, the son's magic skills, the villain is definitely not an opponent."
Although this sword is wonderful, it is not true if Yan San is completely invincible. It's just that he has a cheeky mind, and no matter how provocative the other party is, he always ignores it. Even a little skin injury is nothing.
Kuang Lu smiled and said, "The sword does not change color in the throat. Hero Yan is so self-contained."
Yan San also smiled and said: "The villain is just a servant of Luojian Villa, how can he be the three characters of Yan Daxia, the son has killed the villain. The villain has no self-discipline, but I believe in the presence of all martial arts heroes. , the son can't take the life of the villain for no reason."
Kuang Lu smiled casually: "Really? Since you are a servant of Luojian Villa, why do you help Zhou to be abusive, and help your second master to turn against your young villa owner?"
Yan San calmly said: "Whose slander are you listening to? The owner of the young village is only out for a few days, so I will take care of this place. The second master and the owner of the young village are blood relatives and have no intention of harming them. This kind of thing happened. There must be someone behind the scenes, don't believe it."
"Really? It turns out that the second uncle and my blood relatives will never harm me?"
This slow voice reached his ears, and Yu Yansan was really like a bolt from the blue. No matter what, he never thought that this person would appear here.
A servant behind Ling Gongzi suddenly raised his head and took a step forward, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. Not Luo Si Ming but who is it.
"Young, young master?"
"Yansan, what are you afraid of?"
Luo Siming's voice was unprecedented indifference in Yan San's ears.
"My second uncle and I are blood relatives, how can I harm you?"
There seemed to be two fires burning in Luo Siming's eyes, which made his smile look extremely cold, even... a little cruel.
"Am I right?"
"What? The Ling family kid wants to bring someone to visit the island?"
Someone came to report the matter, and Luo Si Ding pondered over it.
Luo Siding naturally knew that Young Master Ling had an old affair with Luo Siming. Not only did he know that the other party was also the person he could not have wanted to win over. Luo Si Ding admired the prestige of those playful children in the Lushan Sword Temple. Luo Jian Shanzhuang was extremely strict with family education, and he was so busy that Luo Yan had no time to discipline him, but he still did not allow his son to make any mistakes. Luo Si Ding has long been unbearable.
"Luo Siming and Ling family boy got acquainted only because he is the young owner of the Luo family. From now on, the young owner will be me. I don't believe that they won't come to please me."
Luo Si Ding was satisfied and said loudly: "Let them in. Let them see and experience the hidden sword pavilion of my Luo family."
Manager Luo Wuchang shouted: "No! Young Master Tang, this is the forbidden area of Guizang Island! Outsiders are not allowed to come in, and you have already violated the ban today. How, how come you even let in outsiders? This is not in line with the rules!"
"Rules, whose rules are you talking about? Luo Siming's rules, or Luo Ming's rules."
Mr. Luo's old face flushed: "This is the rule of Luojian Villa."
Luo Si Ding kicked Director Luo in the face, knocking him into the sword stand. If the ancient sword is not sheathed, it will be seriously injured immediately. Luo Si Ding sneered: "From now on, there are only my rules!!"
He looked around.
"I tell you, I don't care about this hidden sword pavilion at all."
Luo Si Ding patted the knife on his waist and said with a smile, "I use a knife. These things seem to me to be rubbish. I don't know what to do with them? No, I heard that these things are still used. Pretty valuable."
The old servant who was lying on the ground with less air and more air heard it, and immediately shouted: "No way! Can't sell it!"
"Stop the fucking bullshit!"
Luo Si Ding added another kick, and the old manager immediately lost his voice.
"The Ling family is rich and loves swords. If the Ling family kid likes it, I will sell it at that time. I will not keep any of these scraps, and sell them all. You see, this 'Wind Into Song', how much can you sell it for?"
Suddenly, three male voices came from outside the door.
"More expensive than your life!"
Chapter 94 Luo Jian Lingfeng · Ao Ling and Fei Xue (3)
Before the voice fell, two figures, one after the other, were as fast as lightning, with a cold light. The wind and clouds rushed to Luo Si Ding's side.
Luo Si Ding couldn't even see the person coming, he only felt that the first figure came a little faster beside him, and he was suddenly pulled away.
"Be careful, son!"
Seeing that the person who pulled him away was Yan San, before he could react, Luo Si Ding was standing just now with a long sword passing through. Although it only stabbed with a long sword, the momentum is unparalleled, like a torrent, and it has the momentum of piercing the mountain wall. Luo Si Ding was dodging, but the scumbags behind him had no such luck. It was a stab, and the nine people collapsed at once. Everyone was in the middle of the sword and died.
Luo Si Ding did not know that this was the flying stabbing technique of the Lushan swordsmanship. But the world's defensive nemesis. It is a trick that is difficult to avoid when used for assassination and sneak attacks. In the blink of an eye, he actually walked around the gate of hell. He scolded himself, "Yansan, what the hell are you doing?"
It was Feiyan Jingtianyansan who arrived first and rescued Luo Si Ding with his extraordinary merit, and Ling Gongzi of Lushan Jianguan was naturally the one who chased and killed him with the flying stabbing technique. Yan San didn't have time to fight back, didn't dare to stop for a moment, grabbed his right hand to push, and pushed Luo Si Ding away again. He single-handedly took Ling Gongzi's stabbing technique.
"You, what tricks are you playing?! Hey, how, how could it be you!"
Luo Si Ding was pushed back by Yan San, but he just avoided the sword from the side. The sword's momentum was condensed, and in terms of power, it was far inferior to the stab that Ling Gongzi had just chased into the Tibetan sword pavilion. Obtaining the position is so wonderful, the internal force on the sword is hidden and silent, and it is silent. If Yansan hadn't alarmed the police and avoided it in advance, the head on Luo Si Ding's item would have been a ball rolling on the ground.
Luo Si Ding was so frightened that his heart was cold, and he suspected that something was wrong with his eyes. The one who wanted to kill him with the sword was not someone else, but his cousin Luo Siming who was supposed to be helpless in Canhu Lake Town.
"Uncle Impermanence..."
Luo Siming's sword failed to succeed, but he didn't care. He picked up the old man who had vowed to take care of his father since he was a child, and then took care of his brothers. He had lived, worked, married and had children in the Luo family since he was born, and dedicated his life to this place, but now he is vomiting blood on the ground.
When his true qi penetrated, the old manager opened his eyes and shouted, "No! No! It was left by the ancestors!" Then he saw Luo Siming, and said happily: "Ah! Young master! You are back, Cangjian Pavilion, Hidden Sword Pavilion..." choked up and couldn't continue.
"I'm back, Uncle Impermanence. Don't worry, you can't lose anything from your ancestors."
Luo Siming glanced at his cousin slowly.
But the moment of eye contact, Luo Si Ding knew: Luo Si's life has changed. Even though the two of them were at odds, they grew up together and knew each other well. He knew his cousin, gentle and polite, honest and polite. Although he is not without his own opinions, he is a gentle and good son, and he will never fight right and wrong. Not to mention killing people, not even taking the initiative to fight.