The prince is very fierce

A long bluestone street runs through the town to the front door of the Tang family.

Many Jianghu people gathered in Goulan Restaurant and Tea House and Inn. They were actually skeptical about whether the Sixth Celebration Party would come to their door. After all, the news was spread before they arrived, giving the Tang family time to prepare in advance. It's inappropriate no matter how you look at it.

It was already early in the morning, and it would be daylight if we waited any longer. Many people in the world were dizzy waiting, and were ready to lie down and continue waiting tomorrow. At this moment, the sudden commotion on the street attracted everyone's attention.

Under the dark sky, two large lanterns were hung at the entrance of Baizhang Street.

The heavy snow in winter made the vision hazy, making it difficult to see what was happening in the distance. At some point, the waiter with sharp eyes spotted a dark figure appearing on the street, walking towards the Tang family, with steady steps but extremely fast speed. Quickly, he passed the street outside the window in the blink of an eye.

The Jianghu people who were sitting in the restaurants and tea shops to keep warm took a quick look and saw that the visitor was wearing a gray long jog, with his hair tied up with a cloth belt, and an unsheathed iron sword hanging on his waist. He was walking on the snow-covered street. But there is no trace of stepping on the snow.

Zhu Liu was born in Youzhou, and he was somewhat famous when he was young. He was able to come over to watch the lively crowds, and he was probably well-informed and had some skills. Although nearly twenty years later, he still recognized him from the appearance that resembled the old sword master Zhu Coushan. Who is coming out?

"Mukuro?"

"Coming, coming..."

"Wish you heroes..."

"Blessings to the Sword Saint..."

The people gathered in the small town were all agitated, but knowing Zhu Liu's purpose, no one dared to come forward to strike up a conversation. A few old people with some reputation in the Youzhou world even tried to persuade him:

"Liu Lang, why are you here alone? This matter should be considered in the long run. You are the only spark in the Zhu family. You must not act impulsively..."

When the Zhu family was in trouble, not everyone looked on indifferently. Many people from the Jianghu community who had been cared for by the Zhu family in Youzhou spontaneously ran to lend a helping hand. Among those who rushed over, there were many apprentices who studied under the Zhu family. This incident They all looked ashamed and did not dare to raise their heads.

Zhu Liu stood upright and said nothing as he walked down Baizhang Long Street and went straight to the gate of the Tang family with swords drawn and crossbows drawn. He faced hundreds of Tang family children and cowardly Yamen policemen who did not dare to step forward. , simply spit out two words:

"Open the door."

The person guarding the door outside was Tang Zun, the second master of the Tang family. Seeing Zhu Liu coming alone in front of a large crowd, his face turned slightly gloomy.

But in the final analysis, the Tang family is still a martial arts family, and they also call themselves a swordsmanship family. No matter how bad their reputation is, they cannot abandon themselves and lose face. If Zhu Liu and his men sneaked into the Tang family, the worst possible outcome would be to swarm them and destroy them. Nowadays, when people come to the door in an upright manner, you can't just chop them off with a knife in a hurry.

Tang Zun stood with his hands behind his back and said in a cold voice: "Zhu Liu, I think it's not easy for you to work hard to gain a reputation. Go back today and I, the Tang family, will let bygones be bygones..."

Sa——

Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of sword light in front of the Tang family's door.

Before the many people who came to watch could see what was going on, the bolt of the Tang family's red door had been broken and slowly opened, revealing the dragon screen wall behind it.

Tang Zun put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and the sword was half an inch out of the sheath. His left hand was covering his throat. Blood seeped out between his fingers. His eyes were about to burst. He stared at the empty street in front of him, and he fell down after a long while.

Plop—

"you……"

"Second Master!"

The face of the Tang family disciple holding the sword suddenly changed, but facing the contemporary sword master, how could he dare to take even half a step forward, hold the sword and retreat to the high wall, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Zhu Liu's iron sword was still hanging on his waist, as if it had never been taken off. He turned his head and glanced at Tang Zun, who was still breathing, and said in a cold voice:

"Let's forget the past? Are you worthy of it?"

Tang Zun was obviously unworthy, so he had no chance to answer.

The red lacquer door opened, and the Tang family disciples behind them retreated to both sides of the road with swords in their hands, their eyes horrified, and they were in a dilemma.

Behind the dragon screen wall, Tang Jiao, dressed in rich clothes, walked out from the side. He looked up and saw the body of his second uncle lying on the street. His eyes turned blood red for a moment. He paused for a moment, but he recovered after a moment and held his sword. Handle walked to the martial arts stage and said coldly:

"Zhu Liu, you are so brave!"

Zhu Liu walked slowly through the windy and snowy small square and stared at Tang Jiao coldly:

"Give you a chance, challenge me to a duel, and only kill all the men in your family. If not, all the men in your family will die."

Tang Jiao glared angrily: "Just you?"

"Just me."

Zhu Liu kept walking, slowly took off the iron sword from his waist, pointed it diagonally at the ground, and walked towards Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao clenched the sword inlaid with pearls in his left hand. At first, he remained motionless and looked at each other calmly. However, Zhu Liu quickly reached thirty steps away, without any intention of stopping, and kept walking forward.

Nearly a hundred Tang family disciples gathered in the square, but at this time they all seemed to have turned into pieces of wood, standing there blankly. No one even spoke to stop them.

Tang Jiu'er and Tang Xun were usually arrogant and domineering, but at this moment they seemed to have become modest gentlemen. They stood behind their father, looking at the toes of Zhu Liu's shoes, not daring to move their eyes even half an inch upward.

"Zhu Liu, if you think that I, the Tang family, are made of clay!"

Tang Jiaoqiang held up his momentum and shouted angrily, but after saying this, Zhu Liu was already twenty steps away.

For a master-level master, ten steps to kill is the basic skill, and twenty steps is basically equivalent to walking to the face.

Tang Jiuer gritted his teeth and quietly moved back. Tang Xuan glanced at his younger brother and moved back silently.

No matter how powerful Tang Jiao was, he was still not strong enough to arm-wrestle with the contemporary sword master. Seeing Zhu Liu cross the distance of twenty steps, he stepped back without any hesitation and said loudly:

"close the door!"

The children of the Tang family under the high wall heard the sound and ignored the cynicism of the Jianghu people outside. They hurriedly closed the door and blocked it with their long swords to prevent the Jianghu people from rushing in with their swords drawn to help.

In the huge square, apart from the disciples of the Tang family, only the Sword Master Zhu Liu was left.

After closing the door, Tang Jiao apparently put his face aside and quickly stepped back, saying loudly:

"Master Song! Master Song!"

It was only then that Zhu Liu stopped, holding the unsheathed iron sword in his hand, and said coldly:

"Tang Jiao, do you think you can escape disaster by calling Song Ying?"

Beads of sweat rolled down Tang Jiao's forehead, he almost leaned under the martial arts stage, gritted his teeth and said:

"I, the Tang family, have served the country with a clear conscience for what I have done. If you have the ability to destroy the entire Tang family today, just do it."

Zhu Liu stood in the wind and snow, but his eyes were condescending:

"Tang Jiao, don't you think you are living like a dog? You don't even dare to draw your sword against me?"

Tang Jiao swallowed, gritted his teeth and said:

"What age are you still talking about these rules of the world? Since you came here today, there is no way you can get out alive."

Zhu Liu's eyes were dull: "Now that I'm here, I don't want to get out alive, but you and your sons will definitely die here today."

Behind the Panlong Screen Wall, Song Ying and Yintong couldn't wait any longer when they saw Tang Jiao being forced into this state.

Song Ying jumped up onto the Panlong Shadow Wall with her Yanling Saber in hand, and hunted in the wind dressed in black wolf guard clothes:

"Zhu Liu, you can't destroy the Tang family today, and you can't kill Tang Jiao either. I would like to advise you. Show as many people as you have brought. If you can't beat them, I'll just leave. If you can, I'll give you a chance to escape. "

When Tang Jiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment and raised his head:

"Master Song, you..."

Song Ying's eyes were cold: "Why, do you still expect me to risk my life for the Tang family?"

Tang Jiao opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

Zhu Liu stood in front of the martial arts stage and glanced at Yin Tong who was standing behind the crowd. The enemies were basically here, so he raised his hand without saying any more nonsense.

In an instant, there were several muffled sounds of corpses falling to the ground from all directions in the square. A dozen elite Dayinglou soldiers, each holding a sword, appeared above the house and surrounded more than a hundred people in the small square.

The person who can become the core figure of Da Ying Tower may not be a military leader, but he is definitely the top tycoon in the world. Almost all of them are wanted criminals on the Jiazi No. and have a great reputation in the world.

As all the main forces of Dayinglou showed up, the faces of the Tang family disciples present gradually lost their color and gathered in the middle, turning from an encircling offensive to a defensive one.

Song Ying stood on the Panlong Screen Wall and looked around. He traveled all the way from Chang'an to Youzhou, not just for the Tang family. He had been harassing the Criminal Investigation Department for many years by attacking the Yinglou and was the most serious problem of the Criminal Investigation Department. The purpose of his coming was to eradicate this scourge in one fell swoop. Although the people present were all tough gangsters with names, the host Li Hansheng was not among them. If Li Hansheng, the rebel leader, was not brought to justice, it would be meaningless to kill more thugs.

"Pei Huaiying of Kowloon Walled City, Xiao Maitreya Wang Mi, Taoist Zou Ning of Moving Mountain... Hehe, there are quite a few people here, why didn't Li Hansheng come out?"

Zhu Liujianfeng pointed diagonally at the ground and said calmly:

"If you want to see Li Hansheng, you have to pass my test first."

Song Ying nodded and raised the sword in his hand:

"kill!"

"promise!"

In an instant, the elite Wolf Guards hiding among the Tang family's disciples drew out their weapons and rushed towards the nearby Dayinglou bandits.

Mr. Pei stood on a high place and said loudly: "The Tang family has brought trouble to the world for many years. They have betrayed their trust and harmed their brothers and sisters. Now I am attacking Yinglou to eliminate this great harm to the world. If you dare to obstruct the process of treating everyone equally, kill them! No one will be spared!"

"kill!"

Many heroes in Daying Tower jumped from the high-walled buildings.

In the huge Tangjiazhuang, swords flashed everywhere in an instant, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Zhu Liu single-handedly struck a sword, transformed into a white rainbow, and rushed straight towards Tang Jiao and his son who were standing under the martial arts stage.

The sword energy soared into the sky in the small square, and even the calm wind and snow were disturbed by the sword wind and sword wind.

Tang Jiao was self-aware, and when he saw Zhu Liu coming to kill him, he didn't even have the desire to fight. He raised his sword and rushed to the left, pounced on an Eagle Tower master who was killing the Tang family's children.

Song Ying Yanling's sword was half an inch out of its sheath, but her figure did not move, just staring at Zhu Liu's every move.

Zhu Liu came to take revenge, and his target was naturally Tang Jiao. He was approaching with lightning speed, but before he could rush to the martial arts stage, a black shadow jumped out from the corner of the martial arts stage in a blind spot, and threw himself at his feet with a ferocious smile. Cut off both legs with two knives:

"First pick up the young masters..."

Cha——

Yin Tong, the Cui family's chief retainer who had been famous for many years, didn't even finish shouting a word before he was transformed into more than a dozen pieces of rotten flesh under the rusty iron sword, and fell to pieces on the snow.

Zhu Liu didn't even pause, and in the blink of an eye he was behind the Tang family's father and son.

Tang Jiao, who was running at full speed, looked back and saw that Yin Tong turned into corpses without even finishing his sentence. He was shocked, and his face also showed a bit of panic. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he was in danger. He blocked Zhu Liu's sword that was stabbed like the fangs of the poisonous snake, and said urgently:

"Master Song!"

Song Ying was shocked when she saw Yin Tong being killed instantly in the blink of an eye. However, the Tang family was, after all, the court's front in the world. If he was killed in front of him, the emperor would definitely be angry. She stepped lightly on the dragon screen wall with her feet. The whole person rose into the sky, and a knife fell in front of Zhu Liu.

Ding ding ding——

A string of sparks burst out from the snowy night...