The town of Fish, in a large courtyard.

Twelve young warriors with good temperament are collectively silent, some wiping their swords and some sitting and practicing.

These teenagers are the bamboo sword gate in recent years carefully selected carefully trained inner disciples, each of them is extraordinary, the age is not more than 16 years old, but the cultivation is already the fifth level of the spirit body to the seven layers of the spirit body.

They are all coming to their own feet today, everyone is holding their breath in their hearts, vowing to save the blue color heart, annihilating the big river gang, and breaking the dead body of Lin Xuan.

In this silent atmosphere, it is as if a volcano is brewing, and once it erupts, it will destroy the earth.

Bam!

A huge iron fist bombarded out, in the basal iron cast of the human target chest, bombarded a deep hole, the surrounding air was squeezed and bombarded, into a strong wind swept.

The owner of the iron fist was red with his eyes, and he roared in a low voice: "Is he?My king can't stand it!At the thought of the sister falling into the hands of Lin Xuan's little brute, my heart was like an ant gnawing, and this feeling was better than death!I will kill Lin Xuan immediately and destroy the forest house!"

Wang Xiong is big, strong as a lion, roaring like thunder, full of muscle piercing, like black iron casting.

As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped moving, and it seemed that there was a volcano in everyone's eyes that was gradually erupting.

“I don’t want to stand it either!It is dark now, and my brother is afraid it will not come!Let's go!"

"Good!With the strength of the big river gang, these people of us have more than enough to clean up, there is no need to wait for the return of brother-in-law!”

"Hmm, Brother Xu was in the wind of God's feathers, and I heard that he was playing with the hot of an elder's granddaughter with God Yu, and perhaps he had forgotten Sister Blue, what are we waiting for him to do?"

Among the younger generation of bamboo sword gate, the top three are Xu Tianhang, Blue Color Heart and Wang Xiong.

Although almost all teenagers are in love with blue color, there is only one person in the heart of blue color.

In the eyes of most people, the sky and the blue color are indeed very similar.

Both of them are outstanding in the same talent, the jade tree of the man is in the wind, the woman's face is in the city, it can be described as the world, the two have been built into the sword soul after the marriage.

Today, I learned that the blue color heart was taken by Lin Xuan, and someone had already passed the book on flying pigeons and handed the news to Xu Tianhang a hundred miles away.The news also came that Lin Xuan's head must be cut off by his own hand.

But now the eyes see that the sky is dark, but there is still no shadow, and everyone is impatient.

Everyone looked at each other, tacitly packed the blades, led by Wang Xiong, and walked to the door.

“Who said I wasn’t coming?”

Suddenly, a handsome, tall, temperamental teenager appeared at the door.

His sword eyebrow star, face like a crown, the eyes of the glitter of wisdom of the light, the corner of his mouth glittered with a calm smile, through a strong self-confidence that everything is in control.

“Brother Xu is back, great!Brother, if you don't want to come back, we're going to leave, sister is still in Lin Xuan's hands, let's hurry to save people!"

“Oh!Brother Xu's momentum is much stronger, and it will not break through again!"

The people gathered up enthusiastically, hush cold and warm, and praised Xu Tianhang's various surprises, but Wang Xiong stood silently behind the crowd, expressionless, and did not say a word.

"Yes, I've now advanced to the eighth level of the spirit body."

Xu Tianhang glanced away and confidently said, "Although you are reassured, since I have come back, I will never let my color be wronged again!"Let's go, save the color, and break the dead of Lin Xuan, and raise my bamboo sword and the name of the door!"

"Brother Xu said well, our bamboo sword gate has been dormant for too long, it is time to revive the strong wind, let the world remember us!" 」

Thirteen young people are fierce in war, the spirit is full of spirit, one by one, a healthy jump on the horse, and the huge rush out of the town to the crocodile bay.

Ten years of grinding a sword, frost blade has not tried, today drawn the sword, who dare to call the hero?

At this moment, the whole town of Yulong seemed to be trembling under the horseshoes of the bamboo sword gate.

...

At the Gowong Bay Great River Fort site, a bonfire is born every few tens of meters, which shines within a radius of kilometers as day.

On the small post, Lin Xuan and Shi did not have enough people sitting around the stone table, drinking and eating meat while waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Below, Lin Fan, Lin Hu and other twenty-four Lin family children, and dozens of members of the big river gang dispersed, holding the sword, the look of vigilance around.

Although there is Lin Xuan's order, but the Lin family children still do not come for various reasons, some stomach, some feet, some return to the old house filial piety, and so on.

In their view, the hard touch with the bamboo sword door is to find death, they do not want to give Lin Xuan and the river gang to be buried, so they made a choice that they thought they were the most favorable.

There are also some people who have just recently recruited the bottom martial arts in the Dajiang Gang, who originally had more than 100 people, and the kung fu of eating at night has secretly slipped more than half, leaving less than 40.

In this regard, Lin Xuan was not angry and laughed at it.

The road is chosen by itself and cannot be asked for.

But as long as you stay tonight, you have the opportunity to get his careful cultivation, and there is great hope to become the backbone of the big river gang in the future.

“Brother, can you say that the man of the Bamboo Sword Gate can come tonight?”If not, wouldn’t we be waiting in vain?”

The fat man took out a sharp pig-killing knife and wiped it carefully with his sleeves over and over again.Perhaps a little too much to drink tonight, this guy has a face, his eyes are fierce, and there are a few outlaws.

“They will be back tonight.If we don't have to endure a day, it is already their limit, if we really let us sell this little girl into the green building, there is no need to mix after the bamboo sword door."Lin Xuan drank a sip of wine, and faintly glanced at the blue color of his eyes that was tied to his hands and feet not far away.

After all, the blue color heart is the top master of the seven layers of the spirit body, the body has been very strong, the recovery is also amazing, only after a day, the body of the injury has been restored a lot, the beauty is also restored a little bit of beauty.

She is also a goddess in the eyes of the disciples of the sword, even if she is embarrassed, it is difficult to hide the natural beauty, this scene actually gives people a poignant visual feeling.Not far away, the stone is not lacking and Shen Jianchuan's heart can't help but produce a little unbearable, hidden some pity and cherish the jade mind.

"Lin Xuan, if you know me, immediately release me and apologize for kneeling!"Otherwise, you and the river gang are afraid that you will never see the sun tomorrow again!”

The blue heart is cold, even in prison, still arrogant.

Lin Xuan laughed and taunted, "You still pray for your teacher, don't send a group of wine bags tonight, otherwise by this time tomorrow, you may have washed your ass in a young building and ready to pick up guests."

“You are... shameless!”The blue color of the heart is cold, and the silver teeth clenched.

The fat man laughed on the side: "Hey, Xuan Ge, you don't lack this little money, this little mother is also very Peugeot, you simply leave yourself as a warm bed girl."

"Forget it, I don't like to find myself not happy, like this kind of untamed horse, or first sent to the green building to teach some more appropriate, when others tuned, we will not be late."Lin Xuan's mouth angle pulled up a curvature of abuse.

The author's antonymity: Well, I'm a disgraceful headline party.