This is a Miracle

Come on, let the old man try.

Old Reed is very casual. Unlike most of the kings the queen met, he is a miracle body with a lot of accumulation, so the senior sister doesn't know how much potential the old Reed can bear.

Now, pull out your knife, the senior sister's voice came from in front of the old Lu Wei: Cut to me.

Um?

Old Lu Wei was stunned for a moment, his eyes trembled slightly, and then he smiled: So, is that so?

The senior sister disappeared, and the person who replaced her standing in front of the old Lu Wei was one of the senior brothers he was very familiar with, the Li Xueshan Xianzhai that Bai Luo met before.

My demonic obstacle.

Old Lu Wei slowly drew his sword: From the beginning to the end, it was you.

What's wrong?

In Bai Luo's line of sight, the old Lu Wei just exchanged a glance with his senior sister, and then there was no movement. Even Bai Luo, who is the master of miracles, couldn't detect the state of the old Lu Wei at this time.

He is realizing.

The senior sister said, But I don't know what he saw.

The queen's ability, senior sister, is not good enough. If it were her, it would probably be easier.

puff!!

At this moment, in the old Lu Wei's world, after a lot of swords and swords, the old man successfully beheaded Li Xueshan Xianzhai.

Why?

For my lord, Old Lu Wei looked at General Dong who was going to the end, and said without changing his face, For loyalty!

Old Lu Wei has been looking for a lord for himself all his life, selling him the martial arts he has practiced, and then being a loyal minister for the rest of his life, until he wields the blade for the last time, and will not rest until he dies.

As expected of you, senior brother.

Will you be next? Old Lu Wei said, Shizuo.

Ah, it's me, it's me.

Shi Zuozheng returned, the twelfth junior brother of the old Lu Wei, who was also the youngest outside the Lixue Mountain Xianzhai brought back by the master.

I am not your opponent, senior brother, so, can you put down the knife, can we talk slowly?

He is wearing a thin feather woven, with a fan and a sword stuck in the belt around his waist. He has the temperament of a scholar rather than a warrior: I am different from Lixue, I am a man of culture .”

Don't lie, kid!

The old Lu Wei swung the knife away, but at the moment when it was about to touch Shi Zuo's neck, a blade blocked the old Lu Wei's attack.

Oh, oh, don't worry, please listen to the little one, just say a few words.

Shut up, brat!

Regardless of whether the Shi Zuo in front of him is the Twelfth Junior Brother that Old Lu Wei knew, if it was really him, then he couldn't let the other party speak.

Old Lu Wei's thirteen brothers, each with outstanding talent.

Lixueshan Xianzhai is good at training soldiers, and his methods of governing are extremely clever. Unlike General Dong, Shi Zuo is a person with outstanding eloquence, and what he is best at is lobbying and gaining trust.

In terms of pure speech ability, Shizuo is much better than Haierbo, so old Lu Wei doesn't want to listen to his nonsense.

He wanted to kill this kid with two strikes, no more than three strikes at the most, otherwise, if he had to finish his sentence, Old Lu Wei might not be able to make a move.

Boom!

Um?

However, a figure stopped in front of Old Lu Wei: Ahem, please stop.

With a pale face and a stunning appearance, this is a woman in her twenties, wearing a light green haori, but she puts her hand in front of her mouth, coughing repeatedly, and looks sickly: What is the reason, let senior brother Are you going to kill us in the same sect?

Little flower water.

The Baihe Fan was in the dark, although the woman looked weak, the blade in her hand was not weak at all, and she did not lose the wind even when facing the pressure of the old reed.

However, her physical condition seemed to be really problematic, so after just a few confrontations, she already showed some signs of exhaustion.

Phantom, is it extracted from my heart?

Do you think we are phantoms?

Jibu Mingzo also did not wear a blade,

He sat on a rock, overlooking the old reed from behind: If you think so, then take it for granted, anyway, it doesn't matter.

It's okay, Senior Brother Ninth.

The person who came was a woman, she was wearing two blades, and she put her hands in her sleeves: If we are real, Eldest Brother won't be able to do it.

I said yes, big brother?

Different from the beautiful porcelain-like Anhuashui, Dao Jingliuyue has a long and narrow scar on her face. She looked at the old Lu Wei with a slightly playful look, and at the same time slowly drew her sword. She was the only one among the group of brothers. The two swords flow.

Boom!

In terms of sword skills, Dao Jing Liu Yue is a formidable enemy that even the old Lu Wei dare not underestimate!

Bah bah bah!

The blade is still there, but doubts have arisen. Are you wondering why we are so real?

While fighting old Lu Wei, Dao Jing Liu Yue spoke his mind: Since you have no fear, why didn't you kill me!

Boom!!!

One knife blocked two, and just as Old Lu Wei was about to make a move, An Huashui attacked him from a dead corner.

The forced old Lu Wei had no choice but to fend off Dao Jing Liu Yue, only to avoid the opponent's sneak attack.

Slap!

Ding.

Dao Jingliuyue stood still, sheathed her knife, she shouted: Come on, why are you still hiding, come out and meet our senior brother, he is going to kill us all!

Crack clap clap.

The person who came clapped his hands. He was short and always had a faint smile on his face. It was the Sheguan Fengtai Pavilion that Bai Luo had met not long ago.

monkey.

Stop scratching your head.

Baimei of Ruiyuyuan is dressed as a military general. She wears white armor, and she looks like a statue of Guanyin carved from jade, which is sacred and gorgeous.

That boy Lixue, is he dead? Isn't that a little too much, Senior Brother Lu Wei?

Three figures appeared not far away one after another, and the one who spoke was Wu Budu Zhaoyu. He was the strongest among all the brothers, second only to Old Lu Wei in strength.

But at this time, Wu Budu sighed again and again: He should die in the hands of the enemy, but why, you want to kill him, just because he wants to die?

This is fate, everyone is determined by the sky.

The third senior brother Yiyushou Yuangong, and the fourth senior brother Yuzi Yinshouzhong, the two of them have seen too much killing each other, and they seem to be used to it: So in the end, are we the same, we can only kill each other and leave no one alive?

That's all.

Iyoshou is a man, but he is more beautiful than a woman. He picked up the wooden flute in his hand, and the transparent white gauze falling from his head fluttered in the wind: You fight as you want, and if you win or lose, just tell me. One sound.

If Senior Brother wins, Yi Yushou said, I will be beheaded along the way, and I will not swing my sword at any of you no matter what.

Junior Sister and I, too.

Li Gu Azhu was holding a bamboo stick and knocked on the ground. She is blind, but her swordsmanship is so superb that even the old Lu Wei's neck would shudder thinking about it: I can't repay the kindness of senior brother. If you want to take my life, take it! , so what the hell.