The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Yan Weilou casually slapped the knife on the table next to him.

There was a "bang" sound, and the astonished shopkeeper almost subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, and immediately felt his hands full of blood.

Finally, I realized that the person in front of me was extremely skilled in swordsmanship alone, which was rare in the world.

A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Oh, misunderstanding, this is such a huge misunderstanding!" A figure crept down the stairs on the second floor, "This guest officer really misunderstood.

""That subordinate of yours is a very good person. We just invited him to be our guest, and we don't dare to show any slights."

"A soft female voice sounded slowly, and the woman who came down from the second floor moved lightly and came to Yan Weilou, revealing a lotus face that could be either angry or happy.

Yan Weilou turned the scimitar on the table carelessly. After a few random turns, the wrapped blade pointed directly at the visitor as if by accident.

"So, you are going to invite me to be a guest with you?" The man in black robe who was playing with the scimitar casually raised his eyelids and glanced at her, with a faint smile in his dark pupils, and his tone and expression were very relaxed.

But it makes people feel an inexplicable danger.

The woman bent down slightly, her curvaceous figure was extremely attractive: "My guest, you are joking.

It's just that my master wanted to do a small business with you, but he couldn't find any way, so he had to find another way.

" "You just need to test my quality first, right?" If I had been tricked just now, I think the corpse below would probably become another small business in your mouth.

"But now everyone is happy."

"The young woman smiled and did not deny it. She just extended her hand towards the second floor and said, "My master has invited me.

"No rush."

" Yan Weilou raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the second floor. He felt a secret and long breathing sound, and he stopped playing with the scimitar.

"If you want to invite me to see you, you should let me test whether he has the qualifications!" He suddenly tapped the table with his palm, and the dark scimitar suddenly jumped up from the table, and the wooden table and chairs But he didn't move at all, and didn't seem to feel any strength.

In mid-air, the scabbard split into two parts.

One fell, and the other suddenly unsheathed and flew up, just to be held by an outstretched hand.

The knife handle wrapped with cloth fell steadily into the slender pale palm.

Then the blade of the blade moved from bottom to top.

A mighty river of sword energy rolled away from bottom to top like a river rewinding, like a sudden thunder and lightning in the clear sky, or like a tornado suddenly rising from the ground, but it never brought up anything in the lobby. It seemed that All the sharp blades were restrained and then struck heavily on one point.

Bang! "Presumptuous!" A hole was suddenly cut open on the ceiling directly in front of him by a blade. Someone shouted from the sky and fell from the sky. His cold palms were like the weight of a mountain, glowing with an iron-blue light.

An extremely fierce palm wind fell heavily along the opened hole, accompanied by flying wood fragments, and the palm dispersed the unfinished sword energy, directly covering Yan Weilou's face.

The wind in the palm is fierce and unparalleled.

If this strike were true, it would probably smash half of his head into pieces.

It seems that the aura on this person's body has not entered the Tao.

But his strong and powerful energy seemed to be a step higher than Yan Weilou.

Yan Weilou did not dodge, he grabbed the handle of the falling knife in the air with his left hand and swept it upwards, facing the wind of the palm, while the Han Yue in the other hand slashed out diagonally, and in a few breaths it came out. Hundreds of knives.

The person in mid-air seemed not to have expected that he moved so fast. After slapping the handle of the knife with one palm, his body changed direction rapidly like a top, moving and turning several times in a small space in a short period of time.

Not forgetting to use his fists and kicks at the same time, the wind from his palms and legs turned into an afterimage, attacking Yan Weilou one after another.

There is a fierce and fierce aura in every move he makes, using his fists and feet as weapons, opening and closing.

#最#新#网#地址# find#Back#……６ｕ６ｕ６u. ㄈòМ#最新#新#网#地址# ｂｽ2021. There was a loud banging sound in the lobby of the ㄈòМ inn, and the fat shopkeeper and the other woman scurried away, leaving the space in between to the two of them.

After the exchange of blows, almost half of the entire inn was demolished by the two of them, with all kinds of tables, chairs, and benches flying around.

The other two people ran out in embarrassment. The shopkeeper seemed to have a pity for the beauty. He ignored the bleeding wound and protected the young woman behind him, dodging towards a safe place.

However, accidents are hard to prevent.

But a woman's cry suddenly sounded, as if she had been hit by something or tripped.

The sound was like a signal.

Among the two people who were still fighting, Yan Weilou didn't react at all, but the other person took the initiative to slow down his movements.

“Stop it.

"The man shouted loudly, exchanged a palm with Yan Weilou, and then flew out with the help of his strength, landing firmly on the other side of the inn.

He stepped back a few steps, a flush rising on his face, which he quickly dispelled.

Yan Weilou also flew backwards, his expression did not change much, he just raised his long knife upside down and smiled.

"That's enough testing, this acting makes me embarrassed.

"He casually picked up a stool that was relatively Wang Jing, sat down with the knife in his arms, and leaned against the wall.

Looking straight in one direction.

"——Do you think so, the real owner of this place?" The woman who was lying on the ground patted the dust on her skirt while being watched by Yan Weilou's calm gaze, and stood up equally calmly, smiling curiously: "How did you recognize her?" Her smile was completely different from before. If she was still a lady, dignified and charming, now she is more like a knight-errant, free and sassy.

"It's very simple.

Among all the people present, you are the only one with the highest kung fu.

"Yan Weilou said in an understatement.

"What's more, I have never heard of any of the two Shadow Envoys from Angetu using such unparalleled foreign martial arts.

"As he spoke, he pointed at the man in green who had just fought with him.

If his first words only made the woman change her color slightly, then after these words were spoken, the other person's expression became completely solemn.

It is certainly not easy to see through her hidden cultivation at a glance, but it is not impossible for people who have practiced certain special techniques to do it.

However, telling their origins in one breath is a bit enigmatic.

Under the woman's fearful gaze, the enigmatic Yan Weilou smiled even more enigmatically.

The above inferences all sound reasonable and flawless, but to tell the truth, of course it is because he has seen this person in his previous life, and he is also one of the souls killed by his sword.

It's a pity that Yan Weilou in his previous life adhered to the principle of "villains die by talking too much". Except for a few special targets, he never talked too much when killing people.

Not only was he not blind, he also did not allow those people to be blind.

Whenever someone felt regretful and wanted to tell his last words before he died, he would kill him with a knife as soon as he uttered half a word.

It's a pity now that I think about it.

If he had been more patient in his previous life, not so quick to strike, and listened more to his last words, maybe now, he would be able to hold in his hands no matter the righteous path or the evil path, or all the black materials in the world.

With these black materials in hand, there is almost no disadvantage.

...What a pity! If he were the protagonist Long Aotian in some novels, he might be able to rely on the information gap of resurrecting his life to find out what the other party had been grappling with for many years, where his missing sister was, and how he was forced to be driven by the secret chamber to regain his freedom at all times... Wait for all kinds of girls' worries, and then help each other solve them, and from then on, they will be happy to have a harem.