Chapter 198: Deng Tai’a Snapped His Fingers With Six

When the two figures out of the city into the sea, Wudi City after a short period of dead silence, and then instantly erupted into a wave of noise, whether it is the people of the city or foreign heroes, are a brain out of the city, if you can look down on the city overlooking the city, the four gates near the four as if convergence of four torrents, and then three of them turned, and killed the East China Sea shore, some of the impatience and the martial arts of the jianghu people can not be bothered to walk at the speed of a tortoise, direct In the city flying eaves and walls, leaping out of the city, this hundreds of people together with the spectacular scene of the migratory birds, really rare.

Only half a teacup of work, enough to stuff down 100,000 people of the city of Wudi will lane empty and cold, surprisingly cold and quiet, after all, that claimed Li Chungang’s one-armed old man, not to mention, a hand of imperial sword 1,000 eight of the immortal skills, can not be false.

Moreover, Wang Xianzhi sat in the town of Wudi City has been more than half a century, whether it is the sword god Deng Tai’a or Cao Guanzi, have not let him go out of the city to fight, with the butt think all know, this reputation has long been out of fashion although the old man in sheepskin fur, but a rather domineering role, so unattainable peak of the battle, choose to visit the city of Wudi or settle in the jianghu people, who do not have a great desire to? If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

The original crowded bustling main road, instantly gone clean, even the wine stall boss and two shopkeepers are scattered feet ran out, leaving His Highness and his entourage forced to duty, can only stay in place, Shu Shy itchy to itchy, but into the Wudi City, such as treading on thin ice, not to mention that the current situation is that His Highness and the old God of the sword two people join hands to create, has been located in the center of the vortex, will not dare to follow the flow out of the city to watch the show, just in case! His Highness made a mistake, the king of Beilang is not good to take the art of high bold Li ChunGang open knife, take her ShuMia to make an example of the monkey, ShuMia is wanting to a life against a life are all extravagant, destined to end up worse than death.

The paralyzed and mute Yang Qingfeng glanced at Shu Shy, and then continued to look at the head of the inner city, not moving, the center of the inner city there is a towering attic, like the Emperor of East Vietnam because of the side of a broken sleeve word actor that “do not dare to speak out of fear of frightening the sky people”, and spent half of the national treasury to set up a pavilion of the sky. The world’s second is precisely from the shot, “fell” into the East China Sea, about to fight Li Chungang in the blue sea tide in the misty ocean. Yang Qingfeng face as usual, in fact, the heart and soul stirring not to lose Shu shy, as long as it is a martial artist, who is not for Li ChunGang that borrowed the full city sword of the immortal handwriting and boldness of the atmosphere to fall in love with? Moreover, the two old-timer’s grudge, almost throughout the entire Jianghu a big main line, since Li Chungang out of the northern Liang, the ghost gate on a sleeve splits the river two hundred feet, Xiangfan City, defeated Wu family sword crown, Daxue Ping achievement sword immortal realm, is not everything, are for today’s battle paved the way?

Little bug while cheap old man dumbfounded when, struggling to jump off the high horse, probably weak feet cause, fell a dog shit, get up after patting the dust, go to the wine stall self-care picked a few bottles of good wine, sit down after self-care self drinking self enjoyment, is very old-fashioned, finally conscience, towards the fishing for a guest when the flower thief old man beckoned, smiled and said: “old man, drink wine, no money. Drink drink drink, no money.”

Long Yu Xuan which have mood to drink, afraid of His Highness and the old sword god Li Chun Gang are accounted for in the city of Wudi, he was blocked in the city of the Northern Liang Secretary, is not a five horse or trampled into the mud of the end of the ah. Long Yu Xuan did not dismount, but a donkey man against the current into the city smelled the fragrance of wine, picked a table away from the naughty children, also went to rummage around to get a few jugs of wine, but did not forget to take out a few grains of broken silver from the pocket on the table, sitting on a donkey on the teenage swordsman boy sighed and sighed, jumped off the back of the donkey, carefully vigilant staring at the gang of strangers, is a very strange partner, the face of the dead ghost of the man, the coachman is a clear green clothes Sister, and the aunt riding on the horse, chest peaks can be really high ah, are going to break out of the clothes, look at the young uninvolved sword boy a heartbeat, especially Shu shy and he sent a charming autumn wave, the teenager is the face of the red neck thick, breathing flurries, the name of the sword is not real boy twisted turned his head, do not dare to meet with the aunt, the side of the drinking master often reminds, walking in the jianghu have taboos, the old road nuns, innocent children, with the aunt, the old road, and the young girl, and the young girl, and the young girl, and the young boy, and the old road. The young man who was named Sanlu by the master lowered his head and secretly thought that the aunt looked good, but unfortunately older, and not like the style of a serious lady, he did not like it much, and it is almost as good as having a good look.

Just when the teenager regret, a glimpse, saw the carriage through the curtain of a face, instantly dumbstruck, beauty through the curtain.

Three Lu such as a lightning strike, slow drinking middle-aged man to see the sword boy lost soul, sprinkle a smile, along with the teenager stagnant line of sight to look, is a male and female beauty of the face, the boy’s eyes are good, to say that the three Lu is salivating beauty before so, is wronged this kid, the curtain behind the head of the young woman good-looking is good-looking, but compared to not long ago in the Garden of the God of Luos see the woman of the Chen surname, or a bit poorer, and did not see the three Lu! So soulful, hiding behind the curtain of the woman seems to be annoyed Sanlu’s straight eyes, gently frowned, loosened the curtain, no longer see each other. Sanlu slowly back to God, full of heart full of self-humiliation, look at the man a burst of laughter, is not really like it? The man of these men and women love know nothing about love, but also can not talk about how to go for the three Lu untie the knot, let nature take its course is.

Flower thief Long Yu Xuan saw the master and servant two, has been hanging mind, someone riding a donkey is not strange, can donkey plus peach blossom branches plus Wudi City, can not be underestimated, although the new God of the Sword Deng Tai’a came out of nowhere, because of his preference to carry a peach blossom wandering the martial arts, triggering a lot of blind worship of the God of the Sword elegance of the men and women of the jianghu something to go to follow the gourd to draw a dipper, leading to some of the old-school jianghu people are very disgusted, imagine that, every time the peach blossom is in full bloom, the jianghu people are very happy. Whenever the peach blossom is in full bloom, walking on the street, ten sword-wearing ranger woman will have three or four carrying peach branches wandering, what kind of behavior? Aren’t you tired of it? This is with the official son Cao Changqing triggered the wave of green shirt is a reason, then it can be said to be full of all the city wearing green shirt, popular north and south of the river, on the popularity of the top ten masters, ranked in the top three Wang Xianzhi Deng Tai’a Cao Changqing, can be behind the seven thrown away from the ten streets. Long Yu Xuan naturally did not have the opportunity to witness the true face of the God of the sword Deng Tai’a, also know that the jianghu is not just any which riding a donkey carrying peach blossom is the God of the sword, but in front of the eyes of this man with a gentle look, look is not like an ordinary person, the God of the convergence of the Hua, the temperament is not ordinary, Long Xuan Yu, such as a formidable enemy, see the little bugs don’t know the sky is high over there to fill the wine, hesitation, dismounted from his horse to sit carefully next to the child, the little brat with the main servant and the two people apart! .

On the empty main road of Wudi City, His Highness the World Son always carried wine forward.

Under the root of the wall stood side by side six of the world-famous martial arts slaves of Wudi City, a total of twelve slaves, all of them are the top masters of the Jianghu Lake of the past years who must be slaves for life after losing to Wang Xianzhi, four swordsmen, three swordsmen, one master of gunnery, two masters of boxing, one qin master, and one chess player.

Wudi City sent out half of the martial slaves to stand under the city wall, I think it will not be that means of attentive hospitality, but to make that white horse out of Liangzhou’s world son’s highness know what to do. Wudi City has never had a national law, only the rules of the city set up by Wang Xianzhi, where the emperor’s old man princes and lords and public ministers speak does not matter. Whoever it was had to follow the rules, unless your fist was hard enough, so hard that even the land god Wang Xianzhi had to face it squarely.

Sword boy Sanlu stole several times to knock on that carriage curtains, were not able to see that amazing face again, so he had to drink to strengthen the courage, no words to find softly asked: ”Master, who is that young man, the tone and guts are also too big, dared to provoke the old man Wang, now Li Chun Gang went out of the city, how should he walk up to the head of the city? Six martial slaves close to the first grade realm, wouldn’t they just beat him into a pig’s head?”

The man who was drinking with his head down narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man’s back, vaguely having a few familiar scents from back then, and said in a trance, “He ah, Ma Hu is a distant relative, according to seniority, he has to call me an uncle.”

Sword boy was shocked on the spot, “Master, Sanlu since you know you, you have not talked much about the family history, why don’t you give a talk today?”

The man thought for a moment, hanging in the air with his bowl, and finally laughed, “When I was practicing my sword somewhere back then, his mother, a distant cousin, had treated me with the grace of a meal, the grace of saving my life, and the grace of teaching me. This trip to bring you to Wudi City is to return that favor.”

The young man straight to say: “Master, not I say you, according to you, this favor is big to go, how do you return the law? In addition, the two of you are also related to the family, if you are cheap, I can not stand to see! In the future, see if I give you back to boil water to cook!”

The man flirted, “I don’t know what you’re thinking. You still think that the gentleman is related to the girl you fell in love with at first sight, and you want to use me to do a good deed? You ah, this is called generous at the expense of others, otherwise with your stingy stingy nature, ten sticks down can not hit half a copper.”

The sword boy was annoyed, no longer pay attention to this mean-speaking master, but the corner of his eye was cast to the carriage, fearing that the girl would hear it and have a bad impression of him.

The man softly lamented, ”Before Wu Su left the Wu Family Sword Mound, and I said goodbye at the Sword Mountain, I had promised one thing. Later on, she went into the Imperial City alone for Cripple Xu, I didn’t have time to follow her at that time, so that she fell sick, and I feel guilty to this day.”

Speaking, the man stooped down from the bookcase to take out a yellow pear wood box, finger a wipe, gently pushed open, revealing twelve handles of varying lengths but are exquisite pocket-sized small sword, small sword color is very different.

Before making a move, the man with a very harmless appearance turned his head to the two carriages and said with a smile, “Under Deng Ta’a, when practicing the sword owes Princess Wu Su a matter, today first repay half. I hope you all won’t stop me.”

Long Yuxuan sprayed a mouthful of wine out of his mouth and coughed vigorously.

Frightened, his face turned white.

“Unlike Wangfei into the world to save people’s sword, Deng Tai’a practicing sword never only to kill, also not with the vulgar vulgar show box twelve swords, this time make an exception out of six swords.”

The heartless little worm unprecedentedly reveals a grave expression.

Qing Yi even gripped the Shakura Gun tightly, not taking it lightly because of the friendly gesture of the man who called himself Deng Tai’a.

Shu Shy Yang Qingfeng looked at each other in dismay.

Murong Tong Huang lifted the curtain once again, staring wide-eyed and frowning tightly.

The teenage sword boy closest to the Sword God Teng Tai’a had a heart of grandeur and was glowing.

For a moment, everyone nearby held their breath.

How many people in the world had the honor of seeing the Peach Blossom Sword God, who boasted that he was the best in the world at killing people, use his sword to kill people?

The yellow pear sword box neatly arranged twelve swords, the longest is only the middle finger, the shortest is only as short as the thumb.

Only to see the current jianghu popularity far more than the old sword god Li Chun Gang’s first person of the sword road, a slight smile, stretching out an index finger, towards the left hand of the first red small sword hilt, gently flick, calmly said: “Xuanjia.”

The small sword jumped into the air, and after a slight stagnation, shot towards the city.

Teng Tai’a extended his middle finger again and tapped both fingers together, “Qingmei, Bamboo Horse.”

The two swords’ auras popped into the air lively and flew off again.

The last time was three fingers.

“Spring Water, Morning Dew, Peach Blossom.”

The small sword box happened to be half empty.

Even Princess Jing’an was provoked with curiosity and awe by this man whose legend was as thick as ink, and with his gesture, she looked down at the city wall along with Shu Shyun Yang Qingfeng Long Yuxuan and the others.

Only Little Bug and Green Bird were always staring at the inconspicuous yellow sword box.

The people who looked away with open eyes did not know that the man had only flicked his finger to point out the sword jumped out of the box, and almost instantly, the six small swords had already returned to the box two feet above, slowly falling down.

Waiting for Deng Ta’a cover yellow pear wood box, the crowd only after the realization, see six martial arts slaves seem to be a thing pierced through the skull, burst out six columns of blood, six bodies hit the city wall, and finally slowly fall limp.

At this time, Teng Tai’a, who had snapped his fingers and killed with flying swords, got up, but did not move the yellow box containing twelve valuable flying swords, and smiled at the little bug that was gently shaking its head, ”Teng Tai’a congratulates Old Divine Master Zhao for returning to the basics and getting away from the land. Trouble Old Divine Master to give this box to His Highness the World Son, and say that Teng Tai’a’s flying sword killing techniques are all in this box.”

Little Bug sighed with a sad face, “You’re just going to pat yourself on the back? Are you forcing Wang Xianzhi to fight Li Chun Gang to the death? If Li Chun Gang loses, how will Xu Fengyen get out of Wudi City? What’s the point of sending the twelve flying swords or not?”

Deng Tai’a picked up the peach blossom branch, led the donkey, and laughed, “Old Goddess, this has nothing to do with Deng Tai’a anymore.”

Little Bug said with blank eyes helplessly, “Nowadays, the jianghu, the poor Taoist really can’t understand it anymore.”

The flower picker Long Yuxuan’s eyes almost fell to the ground.

Without any obstacles, His Highness the World Son smoothly walked up to the city, approached the rosewood sword case, sat down on his knees, rested the bowl of wine in front of his eyes, and looked towards the East Sea.

Perhaps that old monster of the Wudi City knew the waves in the city, moved to real anger, the sea suddenly stirred up and overturned.

The old man really want to teach that the water of the East China Sea are standing?

Xu Fengyen looked out over the river, the waves were getting stronger and stronger, the sagging sword curtain was like a black cloud pressing down on the city, he suddenly grinned and said: ”The wind is tight and pulling! Old yellow, wait to come back alive from the North Mang side, then come back to see you.”

This day, in addition to the hundred years of Jianghu two generations of sword god in the Wudi City out, there is another thing sensational world.

The young headmaster of Wudang Mountain, rode a crane down the mountain.