Chapter 52 Four Battles Before and After

Jianhu, Diting.

The cold wind wrinkled the water of Jianhu, the cold ripples, and the deserted flute pavilion.

The mysterious swordsman was standing under the flute pavilion with a narrow red silk wrapped box on his back, making it even more chilly in the wind.

How lonely and sad the lake, ancient pavilion, landscape and shadow look in the cold wind.

However, at this moment, today is destined to never be lonely. The wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the ancient pavilion have moved with the wind, obviously welcoming everyone all the time.

On the five bridges, the mysterious swordsman could even hear the faint footsteps on the five stone bridges, but he still closed his eyes to refresh his mind, unlike looking at the bridge.

The murderous atmosphere is stronger and stronger. There is an invisible murderous atmosphere on every bridge, and there are top masters of the rivers and lakes on each bridge.

On the contrary, the murderous spirit on the bridge with the most miscellaneous footsteps and the most people in the middle is the weakest. The mysterious swordsmen can even feel the murderous spirit surging on the other four bridges and constantly changing directions. Although the murderous spirit is strong, it is obviously defending and avoiding. They are far away from the flute pavilion for fear that the mysterious swordsman will send out A fatal blow.

On the stone bridge in the middle, there stood far away, such as Fat Mile, Li Weng and others in the unknown village. They watched the battle from afar and walked to the middle of the bridge and did not move again.

The mysterious swordsman was always indifferent. He slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "The nameless four?"

Situ Wujian stood on the easternmost bridge, where the sunrise was. At this moment, he was also on guard, but he couldn't let go of the arrogance of his whole body and said proudly, "Yes, the mysterious swordsman is really trustworthy, Tianjue, and Situ is harmless."

Sikong Wuming put on his veil again at this moment and wore a plain white dress. He looked like a Lingbo fairy. Luo's socks were dusty, and his ethereal voice sounded: "Dijue, Sikong Wumei."

Liuhe boy made a grimace and smiled at the mysterious swordsman. In fact, he was more afraid than anyone else.

The mysterious swordsman glanced at the corner of his eyes and said coldly, "Liuhe boy? I'm afraid this is the most bitter and ugly face I've ever seen in my life.

The old man in the Eight Wastes held a crutch, with a childish face and trembling down the stone bridge, like a weak old man, making people look at him afraid of suddenly falling down.

The mysterious swordsman frowned and sneered, "It turns out that the nameless four love acting the most. The child pretends not to care, but the most indifferent old man has to pretend to be scared, hehe, haha."

The old man deliberately bent down and coughed, "Are you a stinky boy's mysterious swordsman? Solve it, solve it!"

The cough stopped, and the figure in front of the flute pavilion was a flower, and the four absolutes went out at the same time. They stood according to the four directions in the southeast and northwest. In particular, the circle around Tianjue Situ was the largest. There was half a circle far from the flute pavilion from the east bridge. Then it was back to the south and north. The most rare thing was that the four people had coughed and went out at the same time and stood well at the same time. , without any flaws.

The mysterious swordsman's eyes are like fog, and the light is restrained. At this moment, he has been surrounded by the four unique arrays. Next, it must be the four unique arrays that everyone in the 3,000 worlds are afraid of. The mysterious swordsman suffered from not grasping any flaws, and the four arrays were like water and nature.

The mysterious swordsman untied the narrow red silk wrapped behind him, just like stroking his lover's hand. Si Jue looked at it in a dazed way, stepped on their respective positions, and calmed down. It seemed that he didn't think anything at this moment, and nothing could interfere with the minds of the four people.

Even Sikong had no life to let go of Mr. Mingyue and Dark Night Liuxiang, but he just told Situ Wushu about the injury. Situ Wushu knew that the enemy was present and suppressed his anger, but just said nothing. At this moment, the two should have been guilty and indignant, but all other ideas, seven emotions and six desires were thrown behind their heads, and their thoughts and goal were only one: the mysterious swordsman.

The mysterious swordsman tore off the red silk wrapped in the sword box and gently brushed the red sandalwood lacquered sword box, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, just like facing a long-lost lover.

The four unknown masters stared at every action and every detail of the mysterious swordsman, and dared not miss the slightest. Suddenly, the sword box cracked, followed by a dazzling brilliance, and people's eyes could not be opened.

In the sky and underground, the strongest sword light, even the brightest flowers in the world, even the moment of the iceberg impact, the eternal cold crystals are not as brilliant as this light, and the straight lake lights up half of the sky.

Situ Wujian could no longer imagine that this sword was aimed at him. His conceit was the most impeccable link in the four arrays. He was also the strongest martial arts power among the four swords, but the mysterious swordsman stabbed him in this direction.

Situ Wujian saw the dazzling sword light. Without hesitation, his body flashed back more than ten feet away, and a broken jade decision. The blue light suddenly rose, like tens of thousands of ice condensed together like a sword light.

Sikong Wumei, Liuhe Boy and the old man retreated more than ten feet at the same time, with their own magic power, the wonderful lotus flower of the earth, the silver knife of the Liuhe boy shooting the moon, and the dimness of the old man of the eight wilderness at the same time hitting the brilliant sword light of the mysterious swordsman.

The brilliance of this moment was reflected from afar on the surface of Jianhu Lake. The fragrance was seen on the boat in the dark night, and he pointed out from afar and said, "Look!"

Mr. Mingyue saw a burst of light coming from the direction of the flute pavilion, and still didn't understand what it was. The crazy knife muttered, "What a strong sword light, what a strong sword spirit!"

In the dark night, Liuxiang said happily, "This sword spirit must belong to my brother. They are still fighting. He is not dead yet!"

Mr. Mingyue hurriedly ordered the prince: "Ship family! Come to the shore. I've already seen the pavilion. It's not far away. Let's run over!"

The three jumped to the shore, and Liu Xiang couldn't wait to step into the flute pavilion in the dark and rushed to the front. Mr. Mingyue shouted in the back, "Slow down, Xiangmei! Be careful not to fall."

The fragrant head at night did not return: "Quick! What are you doing? I also think that I am not a three-year-old child, how can I trip over running?

In the dark night, Liuxiang was in a hurry. Suddenly, his feet slipped and his center of gravity was unstable. He fell forward in a hurry. Suddenly, he felt a strong force to hold himself up so that he would not fall forward.

Looking up blankly, I saw a beautiful young woman with a flower basket blocking her way. The young woman smiled and said, "Girl, you have trampled on my flowers. Pay me quickly."

Liuxiang was in amazed. I don't know that Mr. Mingyue just didn't mean to remind him that he would definitely fall down. Looking back, he really stepped on a bunch of trumpet flowers and made him slip.

Mr. Mingyue and the mad knife also ran over and couldn't help laughing. In the dark night, he looked at Mr. Mingyue's gloating and couldn't wait to punch him on his face. He was also a flower lover and felt very sorry for the flowers. Unfortunately, things could not be delayed urgently. He took out an ingot of silver and said with a smile, "Sister, I'm sorry, this is the silver for you. I'm leaving!"

I never thought that such a beautiful young woman could have so much strength to hold herself up when she was about to fall down. The young woman stretched out her arm and said with a smile, "Slow down! Don't go. You are unreasonable. You only pay ten taels of silver for such a precious bouquet of flowers, huh.

Liu Xiang was puzzled and said angrily, "Isn't this an ordinary morning glory? Red, purple and white, where is it precious?

The young woman smiled and said, "Yes! But think about it, it's the middle of winter now. Do you think my flowers are rare?

Mr. Mingyue suddenly said, "Yes! The morning glory in winter is really precious and tight!"

Liuxiang turned around and stared at him fiercely and said with a wry smile, "That sister said how much money should be paid, but I still have something urgent to do. Can you make way first?"

The beautiful young woman smiled and said, "I know that the mysterious swordsman over there is fighting with the people of the unknown village. It's a hot fight. You must go to see the fun."

Liu Xiang was stunned in the dark night and said, "Yes, since you know it, let us go."

The beautiful young woman smiled and said, "It's not too late for me to calculate how much my flowers are worth and count a few hours."

In the dark night, Liu Liu raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Are you going to stop us?"

The beautiful young woman smiled and said, "Of course! You don't know who I am yet, do you? In fact, I'm also an anonymous village. My name is Qianhua's mother-in-law.

The three of them were shocked. When Mr. Mingyue and Kuang Dao saw her in all kinds of obstacles, they knew everything. They had guessed that she was an unknown village, but they never thought that this young woman, who was less than 25 years old, would be called Qianhua's mother-in-law.

Mr. Mingyue was stunned and said with a wry smile, "Are you Qianhua's mother-in-law? It seems that you are very young. I heard that Fat Mile is very good at martial arts.

The beautiful young woman was neither surprised nor angry. She nodded and smiled, "Hmm! Excuse me, what's your name, little white face? Do you like me? I still like the flowers in my basket, answer honestly.

Only then did Liu Xiang in the dark understand that Grandma Qianhua deliberately stopped herself and said angrily, "You won't let go?"

Grandma Qianhua ignored her and continued to laugh with Mr. Mingyue, "You must like my flowers. Do you think I look very old?"

Mr. Mingyue said, "Of course you are not old, but why does everyone call you mother-in-law?"

Grandma Qianhua sighed, "Oh, it's not why. It's just that I'm too much of my mother-in-law and talkative, so they call me Qianhua's mother-in-law. In fact, my original name is Qianhua. I'm 23 years old this year. They insisted on adding two words to my mother-in-law. Do you think it's funny or not?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, my mother-in-law is tight!"

Liuxiang in the dark night couldn't bear to hear it and shouted angrily, "Get out of the way! Don't talk too much and look at your palm!"

Qianhua was still not surprised or angry. She lightly dissolved the palm wind that left fragrance in the dark night, and still muttered that her morning glory was planted and finally grew. Liuxiang, who listened directly, was upset and couldn't wait to slap the long-tongue woman half to death with one palm, but unfortunately he couldn't hit her with one palm.