Chapter ninety-four Who is the hero
The ram feather turned his eyes and sneered, "Hey, you are absolutely right."
At this time, Su Liu said, "It's really lively today. Is Master Jiuru there? "
There was deafening laughter on the shore, and a big monk flew in like a meteor.
This monk is Master Jiuru who has disappeared for several days. Laughter came before he arrived. "Su Xiaozi, why don't I come on such a day?"
Wind flow in the mind a tight, this young man with white hair and white robe is already an extraordinary figure, plus a martial arts expert who doesn't know how tall is the first sword in the world, and now there is a strong monk, who can not be easily provoked.
With three enemies and one, I'm afraid master will suffer. Liang Xiao naturally ignored her mind. Liang Xiao sighed slightly: "So many romantic heroes, at this point, were not under the sword of Huashan."
Faced with so many masters, the situation is extremely unfavorable to him. In the battle of Fancheng, he played the five wonders with the master of Dream Circle. Now the tables have turned, but Su Liu trapped him.
Liang Xiao was almost surrounded by death. Feng Lian motioned for him to escape with his eyes more than once, but Liang Xiao turned a deaf ear. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's great that the Nine Masters King Kong and the Thirty-two Phases have achieved great success. The founder of Shaolin Buddhism did not have such attainments. "
Jiuru laughed: "What ancestor Buddha, the monk also killed him with a stick, you little prick, you didn't think of today?"
However, Liang Xiao doesn't seem to be afraid at all. He just smiled mysteriously and said, "Maybe I didn't have anything today."
Su Liu smiled and said, "You killed yourself. Today's game is doomed, but there is nothing to say. "
Liang Xiao sighed leisurely: "Brother Su, you are really the first person in the world. Why can't you see this clearly? No matter who wins or loses, it's just a few bones left in the long grass. After thousands of years, can these bones still be divided into enemies and friends? "
They smell speech slightly leng, the in the mind have a feeling, Liang Xiao this transcendent human nature, really can yet be regarded as an unruly genius, and such a person who looks down on the whole Ling Ran people as opponents, that is only one sentence to describe:
A bosom friend is an enemy.
On the contrary, Basiba sank and smiled on his serious face. He said, "Su Jushi, you said that the West Kunlun would fail, which is not necessarily true."
The words sound just fell and the hoofbeat in the distance was like thunder. At first glance, it was dark, like a dark cloud.
Bo Yan, commander-in-chief of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, and the Red Sun French King led the troops.
The Red Sun French King was Kublai Khan's first master before driving, and his arrival itself can show that the new emperor Kublai Khan attached importance to this war.
The hoofbeat thundered, and Bo Yan rode a horse. He wore armor inside and white mourning outside, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was murderous. As the commander-in-chief of his three armies, he shouldn't have pursued the enemy himself, but he thought he had received Xiao Gan's body.
Bo Yan is also regarded as the elder of Liang Xiao. He clenched his hard bow and gnashed his teeth. "Liang Xiao, your teacher just died at this hand."
Liang Xiao also revealed a little surprised look on his face. He looked at Su Liu among several masters, but he was not angry. He said, "Master Blackwater really died at your hands?"
Su Liu smiled indifferently and said, "So what?"
Liang Xiao caressed the sword box on his back, looking lonely and unprovoked. He sighed: "You can kill Master Heishui, but Li Zhenren, who forgot his true self, must have turned the hardships of Master Heishui's life into his own use. I underestimated the heroes in the world, but I didn't expect such figures in the world. "
The wind gave Liang Xiao a loving look, and this magnificent West Kunlun is her master.
Only such people are qualified to control Excalibur, which places the hope of elite swordsmen.
The Red Sun French King turned pale and said respectfully, "I am also convinced that the adults in West Kunlun can practice my tantric fingerprints to the highest level. No one in the world can beat him. "
He is tall and powerful, even if he says something flattering, he is sincere and does not give people a feeling of deliberately pleasing.
Eight thought smell speech, just hanging eyes smiled.
Liang Xiao in West Kunlun is the sworn answer of Kublai Khan's new emperor. In all the Mongolian countries, everyone knows it. In addition, he is young, and his martial arts is already very first-class and his future is very promising. Needless to say, even though the Red Sun French King and Bathba are in the same strain, they are not on the same track. Bathba was outstanding from an early age and entered the sight of Mungo. As a faithfulness, it is unnecessary for the Red Sun French King.
Liang Xiao looked indifferent and without any pride, but he didn't deny the words of the Red Sun French King.
Nine monks laughed and said, "You old monk are shameless. What's his name? Red Sun King? I feel even more shameless. "
The red sun French king's face hung up and his face was slightly heavy. He said, "What, is the old woman wrong? Adults in West Kunlun first broke a few of your five wonders, and even Guo Jing was broken. "
Ram feather sneered, "I'm a barbarian, and I can't recognize any powerful people among the Han people."
"Oh, I only heard that there are five masters in the Central Plains, and the rest are not fierce masters. I'd rather listen to your opinion. "
The Red Sun French King unscrupulously took a look at the Ram Feather, and heard clearly that this is half of the master of the West Kunlun Adult, and his martial arts are naturally extraordinary.
The ram feather smiled; "There are countless heroes in Middle-earth. First, there are five wonders of the Central Plains. As a monk, you know such things are rare. In addition to the Five Wonders, there are the ancestors of Nanpai, Zhang Zi ~ Andy ~ Yang Zhenren. I am afraid you don't know. "
The Red Sun King smiled and said, "Since he is unknown, his skill is not good either ..."
Before he could finish, Su Liu sneered. The Red Sun French King knew that Su Liu was also a pain in the ass and was unhappy. "What are you laughing at?"
Sue took him seriously and laughed at herself. She didn't want Liang Xiao, but she couldn't help but sink a track: "Ziyang is really a great master. In the past, Wang Zhongyang was a supernatural force in China, and was called the father of the North and the South. They have also fought and won each other, but Ziyang has a low-key personality, so his reputation is not obvious. "
Ram feather suddenly laughed wildly: "Zi ~ Yang is a real person. Do you still need to be a Tatar? "
Liang Xiao looked calm and said, "Mr. Ram, why don't you tell me what other heroes there are in this world, so that I can open my eyes."
Ram feather rolled his eyes and sneered, "If you want me to talk, I won't talk to you."
Su Liu smiled, but the red sun French king was so angry that his eyes stood straight and he shouted, "How dare you, crazy Confucian!" "
Everyone saw him with a face of lost face and took a heavy step forward, like a roaring mad lion.
Liang Xiao waved and said simply, "People in the Central Plains are outstanding. I am ignorant, and I have only seen Huang Shiyou in the Five Wonders, or he is handsome and beautiful, but he is less domineering. "
At this time, on the vast Hanshui River, a gondola appeared, as if someone was beating a blue water wave, which rolled up like snow foam.
But whose Yu Di is whispering?
Peach blossom Cheng Ying is lonely.
Cheng Ying came in wearing a blue suit. If people have feelings, that song will also have gods. Only by combining God with meaning can we point out the softest place and arouse the hidden emotions in people's hearts. Su Liu has heard of many beautiful women playing the flute, including the sad sound of the piano and the beautiful scenery of Tianxiang Building. In fact, the beauty of melody has reached the extreme, but Cheng Ying is broad-minded, but the pattern is better than Ren Yingying and others.
On the field, people can't help but close their eyes, hang their hands at their sides, and tap their fingertips at their sides, quietly feeling the beautiful feeling of invisibly introducing people's hearts with the ebb and flow of the tide.
It's just that Cheng Ying's tune suddenly turned, rising like a towering building, and the flute became more and more urgent, but it made people feel the fierce and high-spirited flute of the player. Everyone jumped and didn't want to wake up in this beautiful thing.
Tantric Sect, the king of the red sun, advocates penance and is willing to rest as hard as iron. He has a natural sense of exclusion from the external enjoyment of this melody, but Cheng Ying's songs are natural and not artificial at all. It really made him feel very clear, and he couldn't help saying, "Which disciple is this girl? It is really a good seed. "
The so-called know yourself and know yourself, the person who can play such a flute must be a sincere person.
The Red Sun French King didn't even refute Ram Yu's words. The crazy Confucian also smiled at the handsome and heroic Cheng Ying and realized something.
Su Liu shook his head and smiled: "This is the youngest disciple of Dong Xie Huang and my younger brother."
At this time, when the boat approached, Cheng Ying twisted her slender waist and landed lightly on the edge of the Hanshui River, standing beside Su Liu and calling, "Brother." The voice was crisp, I saw everyone's eyes, and then I leaned my head and said something in Su Liu's ear.
I didn't know that Su Liu was actually a disciple of Huang. He sighed and said, "I was wrong about Huang Laoxie!"
The Red Sun French King was speechless when he heard this sentence. There's nothing to say about it. One of Huang's apprentices is Shen Tonghou, and so is a little apprentice.
Even dare not speak ill of West Kunlun, let alone him! ?
"Master, can this Yellowstone be worthy of your admiration?" Asked the exotic beauty Feng.
Liang Xiao looked stunned, as if thinking about the blue flute like a sword, and said absently, "He is really a great man. He doesn't want to die, and Xiao Gan, the owner of Blackwater, can't keep him. "
The Red Sun French King nodded and said, "Huang is indeed a figure, but Hong Qigong, a beggar in the north, can be called a strong palm, but there is nothing strange."
On the day of Hong Qigong's death, he was first poisoned by Ouyang Feng's five elements. He was extremely strong, but he was assassinated by a sword. His death was wronged.
Sue laughed; "The seven emperors are heroic, and it's great to teach an apprentice like Guo Jing."
As we all know, Guo Jing's eighteen palms of dragon-descending really succeeded Hong Qigong, the last leader of the Beggars' Sect.
Liang Xiao said silently, "Although the Seven Duke was killed by my heavenly punishment, he was also a great weather hero."
The Red Sun French King wanted to ridicule the Wulin of the Central Plains by the death of the Seven Duke, but he didn't want Liang Xiao to respect the Seven Duke very much. He just frowned and said, "It's no use saying anything. No matter how high the sky is, Qigong's martial arts are not as good as others. "
Feng pitied: "Big monk, you are wrong."
Being cut off by such a beautiful woman, the Red Sun French King was depressed, but he knew that this woman was an apprentice of the West Kunlun adults and was not easy to get angry. He snorted: "What do you think?"
Feng Lian said seriously: "Master said that they talked about martial arts, and the third-rate people compared the exquisite martial arts moves, while the second-rate people compared the advanced skills. As for the first-rate people, it depends on the weather. "
"It is great for him that Hong Qigong can teach people like Guo Jing and Guo Daxia."
The Red Sun French King was about to refute, but he couldn't think of anything to say. What he said just exposed the deficiency of his meteorological mind, which made people laugh. He snorted and said, "That Nandi died in the iron palm of the benevolent mage, but he grew older and bolder. After all, his martial arts are declining and he can't be banned. "
He left himself a way out, but he didn't die.
Su Liu shook his head and said, "Nandi used to be the emperor of Dali. He gave up the honorary title of king of this country. Later, he became the leader of Zhang Tiejiao, that is, the kind monk. He gave birth to thirteen iron palms in a row, that is, palm strength. Just watch. "
While speaking, Su Liu has begun to raise his hands as heavy as Mount Tai and came to the top.
With a backhand palm, the wind and cloud are torn and overturned, the airflow is broken, and there is the sound of dragons.
What a mighty iron palm!
The Red Sun French King was wary and did not dare to neglect him. He grasped his foot firmly and squeezed his strange hand with both hands. What suddenly caught his eye was the fierce means in the big handprint, but the result was surprising. The mysterious big handprint of Tantric Sect can't stop this flat palm.
Bang!
After a thunderbolt rocked the track, the Red Sun French King was shocked and could not bear the pressure, so he took a step back to stabilize himself. After that, the meridians seemed to be on fire, causing unspeakable pain.
Just one hand, just one hand!
The tantric protector, the King of the Red Sun, has been badly hurt by Su Liu!
Only from the details can we see the overall situation.
Although the Red Sun French King only took a step back, his skill was not as pure as Su Liu's. Although he doesn't want to admit it, everyone knows it.
He barely got a palm, but Deng ate thirteen palms in a row, which made people dare not think. It's really human compassion!
(To be continued. )