Seeing Meng Luogong's upright scolding, Pei Ziyun secretly admired him: "Since ancient times, all heroes have been upright and upright."
"Only petty thieves consider themselves villains."
"Ahem!" Shen Wanlin stood up at this time: "Uncle, you have raised me for so many years. I was worried about the fate of my parents back then, so I secretly learned some knife skills for self-defense. I didn't expect to use them today."
"Go to hell!" At this moment, on the battlefield farther away, a man waved his arm and fired with hidden weapons.
Pei Ziyun fell downwards and turned into a dizzying stream of light sticking to the ground. All the hidden weapons were hit empty. The sharp light that broke the wind flashed and his right hand was severed. Then there was a "sand" sound and half of his neck was cut off. The figure could no longer move. Distinguish the entity, the sound of gold and iron is deafening.
The light of the sword suddenly dimmed, and the figures separated. Six people lay dead on the ground. One of them was even hit by a sword in the abdomen, and a lot of internal organs spurted out, and he screamed on the ground.
Pei Ziyun gasped slightly and looked down, only to see a two-inch long crack on the outside of his left arm. If this knife was half an inch lower...
Pei Ziyun stepped forward, his knife hand retreating continuously, with a look of fear on his face.
"Meng Luogong, today is your day of death." After Shen Wanlin blocked him, Pei Ziyun had already broken through the crowd and slowly approached him, with a heart-stopping light on his sword.
"Is this the Yuan Shen Yu Jian?" Shen Zhen took advantage of the gap and swallowed a few more pills. His face looked a little better, and he thought to himself when he saw this strange appearance.
This is the highest secret skill of the Shen family. Shen Zhen originally thought he could be invincible in the world, but when he heard them talking, he realized that this was Taoism and it didn't seem too rare. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the knife.
"Who are you? I don't feel any hatred towards you. Why are you making an enemy of me?" Meng Luogong asked, with a horrified look on his face. This man's martial arts skills were even higher than mine.
"Pfft!" Pei Ziyun didn't say a word, just a sword strike. Meng Luogong saw this familiar move, it was the same sword strike, one sword and one sword, two swords fighting with almost the same arc.
There was a sound, and Meng Luogong stepped back again and again. A strand of hair fell, and his head was cut off just short of a hair. Then a force hit him, his face turned blue, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, he felt a familiar feeling, a long-lost fear. The fear came to his heart that he had not had it for many years. More than twenty years ago, he was injured and almost died. He hid his head and tail, not daring to show his face. He struggled to recover, and then painstakingly sent his sister to the Shen family. , I haven’t encountered this kind of fear since then.
Now he was tasting the long-lost fear, and both the old and new wounds started to hurt at the same time - this "pain" was the unbearable feeling. He hissed: "What kind of magic are you doing?"
"This is not Taoism, it is the ninth and tenth levels of hardness and softness. It seems that Xie Chengdong didn't teach you." Pei Ziyun was about to pounce, and several swordsmen pounced on him.
"Kill!" Shen Zhen, who was panting after taking the pill, pounced forward with murderous intent in his eyes. The sword flashed, and one man screamed and fell to the ground.
"You guys, stop me!" Meng Luogong shouted loudly. This Immortal Sect disciple who came from nowhere has no chance of winning at this time. The only way is to leave first and then think of a way, or to ask for help from the Young Master. .
Thinking of this, Meng Luogong rushed out of the temple.
Pei Ziyun went to kill him, and Shen Zhen also covered his wound and went to kill him. Shen Wanlin let out a sweet cry, and Shen Zhen looked back. Shen Wanlin's eyes were full of hatred at this time, and he also came forward with a knife in his hand.
Several people charged at extremely fast speeds, their swords flashing and emitting fierce light. These swordsmen seemed to have some shadow of the Shen family's sword skills, but they did not convey the essence.
To the outside world, these swordsmen are extremely fierce, but to those who are proficient in the Shen family's swordsmanship, they are full of flaws. Blood spurts everywhere under the sword's light, and as the blood splashes, various limbs appear.
The hands, feet, and head fell with blood, making clanging sounds from time to time. There was originally a pool of water in the open space in front of the temple. In less than a minute, the water was dyed red. In three minutes at most, most of the water was gone. It turned into blood, extremely thick, glowing with a strange red color under the dim light of the stars and moon.
"Poof!" The last swordsman fell to the ground, the wound on his throat was torn open, and blood spurted out.
"Ouch!" Then there was a sound of vomiting. The two looked back and saw Shen Wanlin stabbing the ground with a knife and vomiting. Two knifemen were lying in front of her. They were killed by Shen Wanlin. .
"I never heard that Shen Wanlin knew martial arts in my previous life. Oh, no wonder, even after being attacked by an assassin, Shen Wanlin still lived until the wedding. It turned out that he knew sword skills." Pei Ziyun finally understood.
Seeing Meng Luogong fleeing far away, he was surprised. This man was vicious and vicious. In order to seize the Ming Dynasty and the Eight Qing Dynasties, he decisively attacked his relatives. He could endure it for more than ten years for the sake of a narrow path, but he secretly plotted against his nephew to ruin his reputation. Then dozens of people surrounded him and killed him. He missed a single hit and ran away immediately when there was a life or death crisis. If such a person participated in the dragon fight in troubled times, he would be qualified to become a general. No wonder he was selected by Xie Chengdong.
How did such a person die in Shen Zhen's hands back then
Although Pei Ziyun was surprised, his task was urgent at this time, so he said to Shen Wanlin: "You take care of your brother, and I will kill this Meng Luogong."
After saying that, he ran out the door. When he saw a few horses standing alone at the door and not running away, he rode on them and shouted "drive". The horses followed Meng Luogong's figure in the distance and chased him.
Shen Wanlin came to his senses and quickly helped Shen Zhen: "Brother, are you okay?"
"It's okay. My death has not officially started. The damage is not big and the wounds are not serious. It is just that I was poisoned. I just took a few pills to detoxify. Although it is not very symptomatic, I can barely suppress it."
"I'll just slowly prepare the medicine to detoxify when I get back." Shen Zhen looked pale and forced a smile, but he knew that even if he didn't activate the killing technique, the poison and injuries had actually damaged his vitality a lot.
Naturally, he couldn't say this to his sister. He looked at Shen Wanlin with a little guilt: "Sister, it was me who dragged you down."
"No, if it hadn't been for this, I would have been miserable if I had really married this ungrateful Zhang Ping."
Shen Zhen nodded after hearing this and changed the subject: "You were knocked unconscious. Was it the person who saved you just now?"
"Yes, it seems his surname is Pei."
"The surname is Pei?" Shen Zhen pondered, and did not speak immediately. After a long time, he said: "Although he used a sword, he did use the sword skills of our Shen family to kill people."
"You haven't noticed that this person fights with people who know my Shen family's sword skills. Every once in a while, every time he kills an enemy, he learns several more changes."
"The Shen family's thirty-seven moves refer to the thirty-seven changes in the swordsmanship of this family, and each change is a killing move."
"I just saw it. This man killed sixteen people in a row, and he has collected twenty-one changes in his sword skills. This is really incredible."
"The most terrifying thing is that once each change is learned, it is very pure, as if it has been practiced for ten years. There are some slight changes. When I think about it carefully, I feel horrified - this is an improvement."
When Shen Zhen said this, he even showed a look of fear: "This is really shocking. The surname is Pei. Who in the martial arts family has the surname Pei?"
Shen Wanlin hesitated and said, "He doesn't seem to be a martial arts person. I asked him about it on the way, and he said he was a scholar and a scholar."
"Scholar? Juvenile?" Shen Zhen was startled, and suddenly a flash of light flashed across his face. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe it: "Could it be Pei Ziyun and Pei Jieyuan who are famous in Yingzhou and who must be happy to be successful in life?"
Shen Zhen had heard of Pei Ziyun's name, but he was from two different worlds, so Shen Zhen never thought that this terrifying and terrifying man was Duke Jieyuan of Wenman Yingzhou!
"No, I can't catch up, so I have to sacrifice this horse." At this time, Pei Ziyun was riding the horse, but he was not good at riding. Seeing that Meng Luogong's horse was much faster than him, he raised his finger and pointed at the horse's head. The horse's eyes immediately became filled with blood, and it galloped away like a flash of light.
"Meng Luogong, you can't escape." Pei Ziyun approached.
"What kind of magic did you use on this horse? This is obviously an ordinary horse, how can it be so fast?" Meng Luogong looked back, his expression twisted in anger, even though he knew it was a Taoist magic, he still yelled that it was a magic trick. It’s law.
But when he seemed to have reached his destination, he saw Pei Ziyun chasing him, so he immediately jumped down and ran into the forest on one side. Pei Ziyun also jumped down and went straight into the forest.
The forest was not big. Meng Luogong passed through the forest and saw a big river with a big boat in front of it. He jumped on it and jumped up to the deck.
"Any response?" Pei Ziyun also jumped forward.
At this moment, a man drew his sword. The sword was like autumn water, and it rushed towards him. The light of the sword was instantaneous. Strangely, he didn't hear the wind and thunder, and it shot in Pei Ziyun's eyes with an arc!
Like the shape of clouds, recalling the changes in the wind, or thinking nothing.
"Zhang Ping?" Pei Ziyun thrust straight forward, the sword light also without thinking, with a cold light, "pop", the figure suddenly separated, the opponent took two steps back, the clothes on his right rib were torn, and a shallow sword appeared The mark was quite deep, revealing the blue underwear underneath.
"Thirty-seven moves of the Shen family?" Zhang Ping was shocked, touched the cut area and screamed in surprise.
"Aren't you also using the Shen family's thirty-seven moves?" Pei Ziyun smiled: "Meng Luogong, Zhang Ping, you all stole the Shen family's sword skills. The Shen family is really unlucky to marry you."
"However, according to intelligence estimates, Zhang Ping, you have only been practicing this sword technique for three years, and you have already advanced to the eighth level."
"Meng Luogong, you have lived like a dog your whole life. The Shen family has taught you the swordsmanship for twenty years, and you have only reached the seventh level."
Meng Luogong was disdained by this, his eyes narrowed, and he clenched the knife in his hand: "You are the thief, how can you know the thirty-seven moves of the Shen family? Did this bitch Shen Zhen or Shen Wanlin pass it on to you?"
"You just realized it now? Even if I use a sword, humming, it shows that you are good at conspiracy, but in swordsmanship, you are just ordinary."
Pei Ziyun sneered: "You all come together!"
"Kill him!" Someone on the deck shouted at this time. The two people following Zhang Ping drew their swords almost at the same time and attacked together.
Nowadays, gangs have evolved to the point where they swarm together. Except for a few people who have a particularly strong sense of heroism, almost no one will fight alone.
"The shape of the cloud, the change of the wind, nothing to think about!" Pei Ziyun shouted, the sword light turned into a rainbow, and rushed into the two people. He only heard "Puff, puff, puff" repeatedly, and the two of them straightened their upper bodies and shouted. , a big crack opened, blood gushed out, and the internal organs were squeezed out.
Zhang Ping and Meng Luogong quickly gathered together, with horrified expressions on their faces, and they felt their hairs rising all over their bodies: "The ninth level of the Shen family's thirty-seven postures, or the tenth level?"
"You have actually reached this level of cultivation!"
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