Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Seeing those big and small gambling tables, Lei Wujie thought it would be nice if Xiao Se was there.

A short and fat man in a money coat, waving a fan in his hand, enthusiastically walked towards Lei Wujie and his party.

"Sirs, you must have come here to bet on the Unparalleled Token, right?"

Lei Wujie nodded: "Exactly."

"Then follow the rules, please." The short and fat man pointed at the gambling table beside him, smiling.

Su Muyu came to Lei Wujie's side and asked coldly:
"Before you go to the gambling table, you should put the items equivalent to the Wushuang Token?"

The short and fat man looked at everyone carefully, and finally looked at the clothes on Lei Wujie.

"We have the final say on the goods of equivalent value. I think the purple cloak on the young master is very good."

"Nani!" Lei Wujie's jaw drooped. Although the material of the cloak was ordinary, it was given by Mu Yumo. If the woman knew that she was using it as a gambling tool, she would not be able to chop him with a knife in the future.

Immediately shaking his head like a rattle: "No, no, this cloak means too much to me."

Fat man An showed a look of embarrassment, and his eyes fell on the swords of Su Muyu and Jimo Huaxue one after another, but both of them were masters of swordsmanship, and when they stared with sword intent, he was so scared that he quickly backed away.

It wasn't until he retreated to the side of the masked boss, who nodded, that he had no choice but to speak.

"Let's do this, I'm a loser today, you guys take out 100 taels of silver as a gambling tool."

This request is reasonable, after Lei Wujie put the money on the table, Sikong Qianluo eagerly stepped forward and sat down at the gambling table.

"Xiao Jie, I also want to experience Xiao Se's feeling at the gaming table in Beauty Village."

"Girl, the experiences of Tianxiafang and Meirenzhuang are different." The short and fat man laughed.

"There are a lot of beauties in Beauty Village." Sikong Qianluo shrugged: "But to me, there is actually no difference."

The short and fat man raised his finger: "The girl is very right."

Then he shook the dice box and put it down, and asked: "Then I wonder if the girl is betting big or small?"

"Squeeze it down."

"Remind the girl, the first nine times at this gambling table is big."

"I have a winning method, that is, when you believe you will win, you will win, so I insist on betting small."

Sikong Qianluo smiled firmly.

The short and fat man picked up the dice box, showing surprise on his face: "One one three, it's really small."

"Haha, Xiao Se's method works." Sikong Qianluo showed a smug expression.

Yue Yao who was behind Lei Wujie frowned: "Is this little fat man a member of King Chi?"

"Sister, what do you mean?" Lei Wujie asked blankly.

Yueyao squinted her eyes as she looked at the gaming table: "Their gaming table has tricks, and just now I identified the position through the sieve to listen to the wind, and I was sure that it was four, four, five, and he deliberately lost to Qian Luo."

Now Lei Wujie finally understood that this person wanted to send Wushuang Token to them deliberately to pave the way for them to deal with Xiao Chong's faction in Wushuang City.

The crowd rode forward all the way, passing through many checkpoints with the help of the Wushuang order, and when they came to a place with a dangerous mountain, they found more than a dozen guards of Wushuang City sitting on the ground in front of them eating, the leader was about 20 years old, The breath is strong, and there is a long gun beside him.

Lei Wujie and others showed the Wushuang order, and when they were about to pass, the guards hurriedly stopped them and stretched out their hands.

"Old rules, 1000 taels per person passing here."

Sikong Qianluo suddenly became angry, raised his silver moon gun and pointed at the man, shouting angrily.

"All right, I'll knock your head out with one shot."

The guards were a little angry at first, but seeing the glamorous Sikong Qianluo, the veiled Yueyao, and the red-clothed Jimo Huaxue, they suddenly became lustful.

"If you don't give money, it's because you don't want to, hee hee, as long as those girls."

Before he could finish his sentence, he hit his face with a flaming fist, his vision went dark, and he fell down.

"What a shameless city, it has been reduced to the point of extorting passers-by and robbing women's women. The coffins of your ancestors will not be able to cover them."

"In that case." Lei Wujie blew on his fist, "Let Dad teach you a lesson."

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death!" Those guards rushed forward with their weapons, but they saw a wave of Lei Wujie's sleeves and a gust of wind that knocked off all their weapons.

The guards were dumbfounded. What kind of big shots are these?

Sikong Qianluo didn't wait for them to react, the spear in his hand flew into the air, like a hundred birds chirping, the strong wind all over the sky immediately swept these people into the air, and then fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

"Bold, our Wushuang City is the No. [-] Martial City stronger than Xueyue City, are you two tired of working?" the man with the long spear said angrily.

"Oh?" Lei Wujie dug his ears, showing contemptuous eyes.

"Then dare to ask how many sword celestial beings in the world are you in Wushuang City? Are there any top-notch figures? Are there any peerless masters who are better than Ye Dingzhi?"

"It doesn't seem like there is any, so you dare to touch Ci Xueyue City and say that you are the number one martial city?"

At this time, a Wushuang City disciple who fell to the ground reminded: "Brother, that woman used Sikong Changfeng's spear technique just now."

Hearing this, the man with the spear couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "Are you from Xueyue City?"

Lei Wujie heard the words "Big Senior Brother" and narrowed his eyes at the man: "Are you Lu Yudi?"

"Song Yanhui, the lord of Wushuang City, is the eldest disciple of Lu." The man held the spear in his arms, looking very proud.

Lei Wujie waved his hands in disgust: "Let your junior brother Wushuang come out to play with me, you are not enough for me to fight with one hand."

Lu Yudi's face darkened. Although his talent was not as good as Wushuang's, no one dared to speak such nonsense in front of him, so he couldn't help but angrily said:

"It is rumored that Sikong Changfeng has eight points of spear strength in the world. I will let you see now that my spear strength is not much worse than his!"

"Your son is really good at bragging. Dad will let you recognize the reality now, Kang Mao, Baby." Lei Wujie hooked his fingers at him provocatively.

Lu Yudi couldn't bear it any longer, and swiped several shots in succession with killing intent, every shot piercing Lei Wujie's vital position.

His marksmanship has a total of 36 moves, each of which is a killing move, leaving no room for the opponent.

Just when he was about to stab Lei Wujie, the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a joking voice sounded from behind.

"Did your marksmanship be taught by your kindergarten teacher?"

Lu Yudi's expression changed drastically, and he was about to make a move to return the carbine, but found that his hand was empty.

"Where's my gun?"

"Bang!" A crisp voice sounded, and Lu Yudi suddenly felt a pain in the head, and turned around with difficulty, just in time to see Lei Wujie proudly picking up the direct spear to show off.

"How is it possible, how did you do it?"