Golden Age Legitimate Fei

On a mountain road from Dachu to Xiling, Ling Tiehan and his three men rode a horse leisurely. Although Yan Wang Pavilion lost a lot this time, it was not important for Ling Tiehan, who had already retired. If it is still there, it is still a big problem who will be in charge of the yama Pavilion in the future. After all, killer organizations are different from other organizations. If they are not properly employed, they may cause great trouble.

While talking and laughing with two younger siblings, Ling Tiehan suddenly frowned. Not waiting for Leng Liuyue to speak, Ling Tiehan said in a deep voice: "you retreat." Although Leng Liuyue two people do not understand the elder brother's meaning, but saw his face dignified appearance, still obediently rides the horse to the other side to walk.

"King Ding, why don't you come out and see him Ling Tiehan's voice is clear.

Leng Liuyue and the sick scholar, who were not far away, were surprised. The news that King Ding had already passed away had already been spread all over the world. But big brother

When they were worried, a figure in white appeared in a small depression on the mountain road. White clothes like snow, white hair like frost. Mo xiuyao held the burning sword in his hand, staring at Ling Tiehan on his horse. It doesn't seem strange why Ling Tiehan knew he wasn't dead.

Ling Tiehan sighed helplessly and said, "King Ding, please."

Mo xiuyao was not polite to him. A cold light cut through the sky, burned out the sword, and instantly came out of the scabbard. With the overwhelming murderous spirit, Mo xiuyao pressed towards the direction of Ling Tiehan. Ling Tiehan beats the steed under the seat, leaping out of thin air. At the same time, the iron sword in his hand also came out of the scabbard, and a strong sword spirit passed in the direction of Mo xiuyao. The impact caused by the collision of the two swords made both of them step back more than ten steps to stabilize their steps. However, the trees where the swords went were all twisted and broken.

Bang a crisp sound, Ling Tiehan in the hands of the iron sword and broken. Ling Tiehan's sword is also a good sword from thousands of miles, but it is still much worse than the famous sword handed down by Mo xiuyao. Therefore, it is not an accident to break into a few paragraphs. Mo xiuyao had always despised deceiving people with magic weapons, but this time it seemed that he didn't care at all. It seems as if Ling Tiehan is holding an iron sword. Even if Ling Tiehan is unarmed, he can still sweep away the burning sword. This also let Ling Tiehan understand, because he was angry with Ye Li.

"Big brother!" Leng Liuyue couldn't help exclaiming. Raise your hand to throw the weapon in your hand. Leng Liuyue is good at concealed weapons and is not proficient in swords. But because of this, Ling Tiehan has prepared excellent weapons for his two brothers and sisters. Leng Liuyue's sword is much better than Ling Tiehan's own sword. However, no matter how powerful the sword is, it is useless to burn it. So ling Tiehan waved his hand and refused Leng Liuyue's sword.

Mo xiuyao pointed to Ling Tiehan from a distance, and said calmly: "I have always been the leader of Lingge, which is a rare opponent, but I have never been the leader of Lingge. I want to kill him. Today's exception is bound to be a great pity. "

Ling Tiehan said with a wry smile: "I never thought I would meet King Ding in life and death. But there are a lot of things that have to be done in this world. " Mo xiuyao snorted, no longer wordy. He burned the sword in his hand, and the cold edge appeared, shooting at Ling Tiehan. He didn't want to know what he had to do. For Mo xiuyao, the one who did it to Ali should die. There was no reason, no right or wrong.

On the mountain road, the two figures quickly formed a group. With the martial arts of Leng Liuyue and the sick scholar, at most, he can only see two virtual shadows shaking in the air, and there are almost breathless murderous air all around. From time to time, the fierce shooting of sword Qi almost ground everything that came into contact with into powder. Leng Liuyue grabs the wrist of the sick scholar nervously and stares at the place where they are doomed to see clearly. The sick scholar was not so good. He had been cured for a long time, but just now, the strong killing gas that made people unable to breathe made him want to cough again.

"Big brother?" In two people anxious inexplicable time, Ling Tiehan's voice suddenly fell from the air. The sick scholar jumped up in a hurry and caught Ling Tiehan's falling body. Leng Liuyue bit his teeth and drew his sword and rushed to Mo xiuyao.

"Second sister, stop it!" Ling Tiehan exclaimed, "King Ding, be merciful!"

"Bing -" only half of the sword in Leng Liuyue's hand was left, and the tip of the sword in the section of Mo xiuyao's hand shot at Leng Liuyue. Leng Liuyue retreated again and again. Finally, she could not help falling and sitting on the ground. The tip of her sword flew over her face and was nailed to the tree behind her. Leng Liuyue sat on the ground, but was sweating. Just now, she clearly felt the chill of the sword edge flying over her cheek.

Mo xiuyao looked down at the crowd, his eyes were cold and merciless as if the gods in the sky, "beyond their capacity."

Leng Liuyue glared obstinately at Mo xiuyao and said in a sharp voice, "my elder brother did not kill the princess Ding. It's too much for the king to act like this!"

Mo xiuyao sneered, "it was not killed. A Li was injured a little. I chopped up all the people in yanwang pavilion to feed the dog! "

Xu was annoyed by Mo Jingli's attitude of seeing mole ants. Leng Liuyue also forgot his fear and sneered: "my elder brother really wants to kill Ye Li. Do you think Ye Li still lives now?" Yan Wang Pavilion is a killer, Ling Tiehan is the only killer in the world. If you really want to kill Ye Li, how can she almost escape? Even if it is to avoid offending Ding Ding Wangfu, Ling Tiehan is merciful indeed."Liuyue." Ling Tiehan frowned and said in a deep voice.

Leng Liuyue had no choice but to stay. Ling Tiehan stood up slowly. After stopping for such a short time, he also adjusted his breath. Although the injury is very heavy, but not as yet does not have the slightest strength to fight back. Ling Tiehan looked at Mo xiuyao and said, "King Ding, I still have some things to do. He must have something urgent to do. When we have finished our work, we will naturally give Wang an account. Then you and I will decide whether to live or not, OK? What's more Now Lord Ding is not intact, is he? If we do our best, can King Ding be sure to leave? "

Mo xiuyao was silent for a moment, then he said, "very good. In three months, I will come to see the leader of Ling Pavilion."

Ling Tiehan nodded, "I'm waiting for you at any time. Farewell. "

Mo xiuyao no longer spoke, Ling Tiehan and lengliuyue got on the horse again and went away.

"Lord." A bodyguard in black appeared in front of Mo xiuyao and whispered.

"No harm." Mo xiuyao said indifferently. Raise your hand to wipe, a trace of blood from the lip overflow.