"Are you saying that the original leader of the Naked Party has the blood of Garuda and belongs to the Ten Royal Family?"

Rocks were shot in the sky and turbulent waves hit the shore. A strong figure stood on a rock in the upper reaches of the Baijiang River. A large knife was inserted in front of him. The blade was extremely long, about six feet, and the arc was slightly more curved than an ordinary broadsword.

Qilin swallowed his mouth, the blade was dark red, and the handle swallowed gold. Whenever a huge wave hit, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier, and every drop of rebounding water mist was dotted with a drop of red.

What's even more strange is that this man's face is actually 70% similar to Qi Lung's. He has an extra beard, his hair is thicker, and his eyes are slightly closed, like a sword that cuts the sky.

"Yes," Jia Sidiao coughed twice and offered a heart. The heart had already shriveled up, and the blood inside the organ had not completely dried up. Instead, it condensed into a palm-sized camel of blood inside the heart. The four hooves occasionally swayed, and the heart

Just jump once or twice.

"Marquis Lutuo only left behind a bloodline treasure, and Marquis Lu Shu didn't even snatch the body. How crazy would this jealous woman Yingzhao be if she knew that her husband's body was gone?"

'Qi Cong' changed his voice and said, "But this is not the first reason why you told me. There are four roads on the mountain and five roads on the sea. One road and one public road are in charge of everything. You should go directly to Tianyan City to inform Zhu Yangong and Tuohou Hou

That’s probably what I told you too.”

Jia Siduan fanned his fan and said with an elegant expression: "I think it is related to the royal family. It may be more appropriate to tell you that in the ancient country, there are seventy-two princes and thirty-six princes. Those who are not of divine blood cannot be called princes, and those who are not of military merit cannot be called princes.

, in addition to the blood of the ten royal families, there are twelve royal families with different surnames in the ancient country, which divide the border areas and protect the ancient country; times have changed, and the ten royal families of the year have gradually become one line of royal families. Now they are almost extinct, and the different surnames passed down in the ancient country

The king’s bloodline, according to legal principles, is the orthodoxy of the earthly army.”

"The king is your lord."

'Qi Long' let out a light sigh and said, "You actually know so much."

"Since I have chosen to join the Earth Army, I naturally have to judge whether this force has development potential. I am very optimistic about it."

"But the Earth Army has a fatal weakness. It is not upright to hold the country." Jia Sidao said with a smile: "Zhongwu Shenhou, who first raised the banner of justice, was actually just a mere marquis, and he was a non-bloodline noble who was conferred in the late ancient country.

Inheritance, with such a raised voice, how can we gain the loyalty of the descendants of the famous tribes from all over the Zhongwu ancient land, and how can the rootless water set off huge waves——"

Before Jia Sidao finished speaking, 'Qi Long' slowly turned around, his eyes like a knife. It was a strange knife that had just been cast, with the edge branded red and smoking.

Jia Sithi's throat was strangled hard, and his whole body seemed to be stuffed into a steel-making furnace, hot, cramped, and filled with iron gas.

Life and death are charcoal, good and evil are copper, ever-changing, and killing is work.

The broadsword was slowly withdrawn, as if the knife was being withdrawn from his neck. Jia Sidiao's eyes bulged, his hands clenched his neck tightly, blood spurted out, and there were bulges like beans on the taut skin.

I got goosebumps, and my mouth subconsciously screamed.

After a long time, he realized that it was just an illusion. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been frightened to death. Even him, if he hadn't survived by a knife three years ago, he would have almost fainted.

Already.

Jia Sidao's eyes flashed fiercely, but then turned into a provocative smile: "This knife is not as good as the one three years ago. You, Qi Laosan, are not qualified."

'Qi Lung' said calmly: "Soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape. The victory or defeat is not important at the moment. To kill, only one sword is needed in the end."

"Jia Sipi, you are just like your name. You dare to steal the country, but you are not willing to submit to others, so you often do the following things to overcome your superiors, but you never thought about it, so you really

Let you succeed, can you really manage this foundation? It is difficult to practice Kung Fu, and even harder to maintain Kung Fu. It is difficult to conquer the world, but it is easy to defend the world?"

Jia Sidao's face turned white and blue: "You have soiled the royal blood flowing in you."

"The best good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting. The same should be true for the royal family. There is no eternal dynasty in the world. If you want to use me as a stepping stone, use those who are proud of the old fame as your chess pieces, and let you become a dragon-swallowing plate.

In this situation, please forgive me for not accompanying you, as long as the Lord God is here, I, the blood unicorn, will never have any second thoughts."

"Go and give this heart and the letter you destroyed to Zhu Yangong. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

After saying this, 'Qi Long' stepped into the turbulent river step by step.

"The best is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting. When will my sword reach the state of being as good as water?"

The sound of the sword on the stone was loud, and for a while, the water in this section of the river actually weakened, and the stormy waves turned into calm.

However, when his head submerged into the water, the next moment, turbid waves hit the sky.

…

The Baijiang River passes through Xingyuan Prefecture, splits continuously, and eventually turns into thirty-nine water veins, one of which is called Qianshui Bay. The biggest feature is that the water surface is calm, the underwater undercurrent surges, and the bamboo raft stops on the water without any trace.

But if a piece of rotten wood sinks underwater, it will be stirred into countless wood filaments and whiskers in the next moment.

Zhao Hei stood in the middle of the water, his legs and feet rolled up, the water surface was not under the meniscus of his knees, his body was hunched, his sleeves were rolled up, his hands were not above his knees, and there was no ape posture, he was just so relaxed

It hangs down, giving the impression of an old man taking a nap while basking in the sun.

But there was just such an old man, stepping on the vortex of the rapids and snoring slightly on the seemingly calm water.

I don’t know how long it took, but four bamboo rafts floated slowly over. They were four young people. One was sitting on the head of the raft, one was rowing a bamboo pole at the stern, one was standing in the middle of the raft, and one had a bamboo hanging around his waist.

, holding a piece of weed in his mouth.

As a result, the water surface rippled in circles, and Zhao Hei shuddered, as if he had been awakened, his dim old eyes opened, and he squinted, revealing his good teeth.

"Here you go, what are you doing in a daze? Let's do it."

"Pfft~"

A straw shot onto the water and stuck diagonally in the water. The young man holding the bamboo swung the bamboo sword into the water, clasped his waist with one hand, and clasped his thumb and index finger on his hip bone and false ribs, like holding up his pants.

The other hand controls the bamboo head, constantly slapping the water surface, and the soles of the feet move quickly above the water surface, causing water flowers to bloom.

When he was nearly four feet away, he took a breath in the palm of his hand, and the bamboo that had just been picked up from the water began to swish in circles, as if it was tied to an invisible silk thread. While ripples were being made around Zhao Hei, the bamboo was swaying in circles.

The head and bamboo tail are shaped like a stabbing sword, constantly piercing the vital points of the old man in front of him.

The bamboo swings back and forth in circles, like two invisible swordsmen thrusting swords back and forth. One circle is the circle of yin swords, and the other circle is the circle of yang swords.

In the Yin Sword Circle, the sword-wielding hand, with the palm of his hand facing down, first draws the sword sideways and back, then draws the sword in an arc to the front of the body and stabs forward.

In the Yang Sword Circle, the sword-wielding hand, with the palm facing upward, first stabs the sword forward, and then draws the sword sideways and backward.

Zhao Hei did not dodge. When the bamboo head poked the skin, the skin shrank and was squeezed away like a whirlpool. When the bamboo tail poked the skin, the skin bulged purple and black, pushing it open like a sarcoma.

The bamboo turned in a circle and landed on the young man's hand. A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. With a flip of his wrist, the yin and yang sword circles merged into one. The bamboo body rotated violently, with a constant buzzing sound, and the sword energy was breathed out half an inch.

Stab straight into the throat.

"Ah."

Zhao Hei's old face twitched, and he drew his left leg back in a half circle. He rubbed the top of his hand along the bamboo body, and then it collapsed.

Half a circle of waterline immediately exploded into a curtain of bead spray.

This sword, which could pierce through three layers of iron armor, fell into Zhao Hei's hand, and with a 'squeak' sound, the bow formed an arc.

The other three people's eyes tightened, and they used the special skill of blocking hands - opening and closing hands!

"go back!"

The sound of 'collapse' was like the sound of an iron bow pulling a bullet. The man and the bamboo took more than ten steps back on the water. Finally, he stepped on the head of the bamboo raft. With a sound of 'boom', the bamboo raft lifted up half a circle and stopped.

After three breaths, it fell back to the water again, and the water exploded. The bottom layer of the bamboo raft had been stirred by the rapids and was full of traces. When people stepped on it, it made a crunching sound.

"Bai Sanchi has met Senior Hei."

"Is the flesh on your body?"

"The flesh is on the sword."

"The evil ways."

Bai Sanchi's smile froze.

"It's still half a foot away."

Bai Sanchi looked stern and held his hands in thanks.

Zhao Hei stared at the young man sitting barefoot on the head of the bamboo raft.

The young man took a deep breath and stood up, like stepping on stairs, rising step by step. After stepping out of the water, the arches of his feet were like scales, and the soles of his feet and heels were hanging like two weights. One step could reach ten feet.

Far, then step on the side stakes, sill legs, step on the front sill, tap on the back sill, turn your toes outward, and with a flash of the arch of the foot, the person and the foot are thrown over like a copper lump, hitting the calf and tibia.

.

This killing move can break a waist-long log.

Zhao Hei chuckled, arched and buckled the soles of his feet, and sank his knees, just in time to hit the Chongyang point in the center of the opponent's feet. The man's feet were numb instantly, and his whole body was numb, and he was pushed over and hit directly on the bamboo raft.

He reluctantly stood up and said respectfully:

"Bai Chujiu has met Senior Hei."

"Is the flesh on your body?"

"The flesh is on the feet."

"No, the meat is on the spine."

Bai Chujiu was stunned for a moment, then fell into thinking, as if he had some realization.

"Uncle Hei, I'm on board!"

The young man rowing at the stern took a deep breath, plunged the pole into the water, and then swung hard, leaping into the air, spreading his arms flatly, somersaulting, and almost at the same time, five blades were shot out from both hands, and the toes were shot out.

Three silver needles popped out, the two big tendons under the knees stretched and bounced, the two spearhead ropes shot out, the head shrank, and a dozen nails hidden under the hair were driven out.

Zhao Hei snorted coldly, his palms were like imitating bird traces, and his five fingers were like wings, hooking, cutting, inverting, frustrating, shrinking, bouncing, shaking his waist to exert strength, opening and closing in six circles, not limited to one move or one move, all the energy in his body was unleashed
To be continued...