Zhang Ping said, "Even so, there are really too few people who can do this, but your two sets of kung fu will definitely be of great benefit to your cultivation of fossil magic in the future."

Mu Jiu said, "Do you know that Jiang Yulang spread rumors outside that you secretly got the treasure of Yan Nantian in those days, and Jiang Biehe discovered that you poisoned Jiang Biehe, and he was also poisoned by you, so there are more martial arts experts in the martial arts under the banner of Jiang Biehe’s revenge."
Zhang Ping said, "The world is famous and the afterlife is bustling and beneficial. If you weren’t born in a mu family, I wouldn’t be like them if I didn’t have this martial arts."
Mu Jiu said hastily, "You and I will not dare to go to Mu Villa if we talk about it."
Zhang Ping said, "I don’t have to be a purple blood demon all my life. I want people in the Wulin to see my magic."
Mu Jiu said, "Do you have to go?"
Zhang Ping said, "Be sure to go."
Mu Jiu said, "Then I’ll go with you."
Zhang Ping said, "If you practice the sixth level of fossil magic, you can go with me to kill him."
Mu Jiu said, "You … You …"
Zhang Ping said, "Tell me more. Go. I’ll make good preparations today. Don’t worry, I’ll come back and have a drink with you after the first world war."
Mu Jiu looked at Zhang Ping and knew that he would never change again. Just like a farewell in Emei a few years ago, he said, "I will cook good wine for you on a fine day, so you must come back early."
This night, there was a surge of wind and clouds in the small Anqing city, and several Wulin people from the north and south of the Yangtze River gathered here. They realized the so-called Jianghu justice, eradicated the purple blood demon road, which endangered the Jianghu’s great devil, and made Yan Nantian’s treasures and cheats stand out in the Jianghu and couldn’t sleep all night.
At this time, in addition to those who come to the Jianghu on hearing the news, Xiaoyu, Mu Jiu, Mu Shuang, Mu Shanshan and Zhang Jing are also sleepless all night, tossing and turning one by one and don’t know what they are thinking.
While Zhang Ping’s out-of-body experience at this time is the method of practicing auspicious treasure and moonlight rotation * * slowly practicing fossil magic, which seems to have no intention of putting the Japanese war in mind.
When it always flies by inadvertently, it’s already in the blink of an eye. After Zhang Ping finished his morning class and rehearsed some mixed work again, he cleaned up and dressed and walked to the outside of Qingyu Hall.
At this time, the sky is still not bright, and the street is still somewhat hazy. Zhang Ping is wearing a purple robe today, wearing a green crown and a scarlet belt and carrying a four-foot sword.
He strode to a street stall at the entrance of Qingyutang, took out a folding fan from his left sleeve and said, "Dude, give me two cages of crab roe soup packets, four or two sets of fried fruits and a big bowl of hot soup. He knows that there must be a fierce battle today, so he must have no time to eat at this time."
Just as Zhang Ping was eating breakfast slowly, he felt less than fifty eyes looking at himself. However, no matter how many ants looked at an elephant, Zhang Ping still went his own way and did not move at all.
As the sun rises slowly, the early morning sunshine brings plumes of warmth to Anqing, a small town. Shops on the street are knocking at the door of the store, and flowers and plants on the roadside are also straightening their waists. Looking around from Qingyutang, they see Han Zheng, who is armed with various weapons, coming from all directions.
However, Zhang Ping is still struggling with fried fruit in his hand at this time, as if the goal in Wulin is not himself but his goal today is to fry fruit in his hand.
As Xiaoyu and Mu Jiuyi walk out of the room, Zhang Ping knows that this quiet and peaceful street will soon become a dead place, and the blood of several Wulin people will be dyed red here. The flowers will definitely be more dazzling in the spring of next year, and he may come here to enjoy this wonder.
Chapter ninety-one A bloody battle in the strip
As the first knife-wielding man came from the north street, Zhang Ping knew that the bloody curtain was about to be pulled.
Zhang Ping is still slowly drinking hot soup, but the big man with a knife is getting closer and closer. Zhang Ping, however, sees that his physique is magnificent, burly, extremely dark skin and iron tower-like body contain several forces.
However, the most striking thing is that there is a scar on the back of his hand, which is long and deep, like a snake curled up there. I think many years ago, this hand was almost cut off once. Zhang Ping knows that if a man’s hand is almost cut off, he must work much harder than ordinary people when he picks up a knife and practices it again. He slowly walks towards Zhang Ping with a golden knife. It must be that setbacks have made him understand what it is to bear the wind blowing through the street many years ago.
"Iron Escort Head and Golden Knife Hand?" Zhang Ping asked.
"The iron escort is dead, and the golden knife hand is not the same as before," said the big fellow.
"Good Dao" Zhang Pingzan is a knife and a hand.
The big fellow followed Zhang Ping’s eyes and said, "Good eye."
"It’s a pity …" Zhang Ping said and slowly drank a small spoonful of hot soup.
"What a pity?" The big fellow asks
Zhang Ping said unhurriedly, "It’s a pity that you should find a place to practice for another three years. At that time, if you show up in the Jianghu again, you will be able to reach your peak. You will have another chance when you come here today …"
"Purple blood diabolism is good for me. You have a good eye. I didn’t expect you to be just a hollow reputation. Cut the crap and push it." It was said that the big fellow pulled out his gold knife, which was four feet long and three inches thick, and it was really a beautiful sword.
Seeing that Zhang Ping was still sitting there, the big fellow pointed his knife at Zhang Ping and said, "Where’s your weapon?"
Zhang Ping said slowly, "The sword is in my heart."
"Make a good sword in your heart. I hope your sword is as sharp as your mouth." The big fellow said, "Suddenly, a stride and then a knife split at Zhang Ping. This knife is fast and fierce, and the wind has a faint whistling sound. It is impossible for a person to practice this knife without decades of hard work.
However, the knife that cut the gold and cut the jade stopped an inch in front of Zhang Ping. The big fellow murmured, "Good … Sword …" Then it collapsed, only a little shallow red at the throat.
Just as the big fellow just fell down, a large group of people suddenly came in the distance. They were dressed in different weapons, and they were all well-dressed. There were both high-ranking brothers in Wulin and five unscrupulous people. In the crowd, a 17-year-old boy with a dark face and a broken right arm was walking slowly in the crowd.
Zhang Ping saw these people from a distance and sighed, "I didn’t expect that it was you in the black dress on the spring of the four seas and you didn’t die. But this time, you learned a lot. It’s really good to choose a person with strong martial arts to come to die and try my kung fu, and you lied to so many people to accompany you to die."
At this time, a middle-aged swordsman with a blue robe and a green light sword stepped forward: "Purple blood demon said that you killed the Wulin hero and plotted against the Jiangnan warrior Jiang Biehe and his husband Jiang Yulang. If the evidence is conclusive, don’t give up quickly, otherwise don’t blame everyone for their swords."
Zhang Pingdao: "The three-ring sword chasing souls and killing lives is a big sigh. You are not by your river. Be a good boy. The local tyrant and Jiang Yulang actually ran here to die. If you are a Han, don’t say any nonsense and just shoot."
However, yang shen grasped the sword in his right hand and never dared to be the first to draw his sword at Zhang Ping, because he didn’t see the sword that killed the Golden Knife Hand. He was waiting for someone else to make himself have a chance to see the sword. Every famous expert in the Jianghu for a long time naturally waited for nothing, but sometimes he had to give up waiting, because some people were not afraid of death but were afraid of losing his name, and yang shen was just a person who valued his name more than life.
Just when yang shen had decided to fight to the death to protect his name, that Jiang Yulang suddenly shouted: "The evil deeds of the purple blood demon road are terrible. You don’t have to talk about Jianghu morality to cut him to pieces together."
Yang shen didn’t want to do it alone. At this time, when Jiang Yulang encouraged everyone to do it together, he immediately shouted: "Purple Blood Demon Road Shen Mou was kind enough to give you a chance to live. I didn’t expect you to be stubborn. This time, everyone together called you a rogue. After you died, you can’t blame Shen Mou." Then he shouted: "Let’s all do it together to punish this thief!"
Say "heard a shout behind kill yang shen then pull out his three-ring sword to kill Zhang Ping.
However, yang shen just rushed to the middle and suddenly felt that the shouting and killing behind him was weakened. He quickly saw that no one else had rushed to the same place and kept shouting. yang shen spat in his heart: "These death eaters are dead today, but I didn’t expect Shen to be pecked by geese all day, and he was actually used as a scout pioneer."
However, although yang shen was afraid of Zhang Pingzi’s bloody diabolism, his "chasing the soul and killing the three-ring sword" was not a hollow reputation. He immediately rushed to Zhang Pingzi to attack the three swords.
Each of these three swords is slanting like a water snake swimming in the water, and one sword is intertwined with another. These three swords are impenetrable. After yang shen’s successful swordsmanship, he watched three water snakes playing in the moonlight on the river one day, and he felt that the three snakes cooperated with each other skillfully and created this sword, which attracted many Wulin experts to attract hatred here, and yang shen also took this opportunity to create a famous three-ring sword to chase souls and seize lives.
However, in the face of yang shen’s clever and secretive serial three swords, Zhang Ping’s right hand did not know when he had pulled out the sword behind him, and then they felt that an aurora flashed across Zhang Ping’s right hand and the sword was straight.
And yang shen’s green and bright sword suddenly got rid of it and broke two sections obliquely from it, but the delicate and gorgeous hilt was carved with gold wire, and the word "the sword is in the sword, the sword is in the sword" was engraved. Although the sun was not warm in the morning, it also shone brightly in the morning.
Follow the morning light is yang shen’s confident and fearful face, and the big man’s skin along the river is always white and tight. The morning light reflection seems to be a layer of fluorescent white jade. However, yang shen’s face is white and angry at this time, as if the sculpture carved out of white marble is smart and interesting
Then, like the most fragile building when the address came, a blood stain appeared from yang shen’s right neck and quickly spread to yang shen’s left abdomen and crotch, which became bigger and deeper and scarlet and cruel.
Yang shen’s body finally fell three-ring sword in a big word in the morning, telling his sadness that Zhang Ping’s sword was even more radiant.
Zhang Ping didn’t look at yang shen’s body, as if he had just used the exquisite swordsmanship of the three-ring moon. He was angry. He took a step forward and those Jiang Yulang who came with him took a step back. It seemed that if he slowed down, he would become the second yang shen.
However, just when Zhang Ping took the third step, Jiang Yulang finally thought of a way to deal with Zhang Ping.
Seeing Jiang Yulang shouting: "This purple blood demon is abhorrent. You don’t have to talk about Jianghu morality to make Dark Youth greet him."
Then everyone woke up from a rude awakening and took out all kinds of hidden weapons to fight Zhang Ping. There were different sects of hidden weapons, including, The Lancet, plum blossom dart, migratory locust stone, sleeve arrow and flying needle. At the same time, hidden weapons, a hundred martial arts experts, fought Zhang Ping like a rain in hidden weapons.
However, Zhang Ping didn’t show any panic to see his right-hand sword level off, and then the sunflower treasure Dian force didn’t retreat but flew in and pounced on Jiang Yulang and others. This robot was really fast if everyone saw a flash of purple. Zhang Ping had been swept out of seven positions, and those ten * * in hidden weapons fell to the place.
Later, Zhang Ping used the "broken arrow" in the nine swords of Dugu. This "broken arrow" is not only a variety of hidden weapons’s skill of listening to the wind, but also a variety of hidden weapons’s use of a sword to attack the enemy. It is the most exquisite three types of Dugu’s nine swords. Even if Zhang Ping did not dare to speak out of turn, it was more than enough to deal with the remaining hidden weapons.
But everyone saw that Zhang Ping’s gold and copper sword danced faster and faster, and it turned into a golden light, which was comparable to the sunrise in the sky. Then they hit hidden weapons and fell back in front of the crowd. Many good players escaped in no hurry.
Just when everyone was shocked and frightened by Zhang Ping’s ghostly posture and superb swordsmanship, Zhang Ping had rushed through the general distance and went straight to the people.
The original is not Qi Xin people at this time in the pressure of death was ready to work together for a spell.