Taking Marvel back to the Northern Song Dynasty

The two people with swords against each other are both arrogant people. Cao Shaoqin is cold and arrogant, and acts arbitrarily and independently; Yuhuatian is cold and arrogant, and is more confident in his own strategy. At this moment, the two are facing each other, and everything is gradually changing.

The sun was getting higher, a hint of wind came, and a few leaves from the trees fell and floated, passing by the two of them, and some stuck to their robes - with a bang, the two swords pushed away from each other, and each slid out a step . Yu Huatian stepped back, took a few steps, and turned into a white afterimage. He stepped on the big stone and swung his sword. The silver light on Zuiyu's sword separated, and the two small swords flew around.

Across from his field of vision. Cao Shaoqin, who was dressed in a black robe, had a face as pale as water, unchanged. The only change was that his eyes were half-closed, with a cold and murderous intent. Suddenly, he flicked his sleeves and robe, held the White Dragon Sword in his backhand, took two steps in succession, and his whole body shot out like a sharp arrow. String, heading towards the rainy fields in mid-air.

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With two consecutive sounds, the White Dragon Sword was swung, and two small swords, one on the left and one on the right, were split open. In the blink of an eye, the sword blades hung horizontally. In mid-air, Yu Huatian raised his sword, retracted the two small swords, raised the sword lightly, and the two figures suddenly collided with each other.

The energy was like a blade, invisibly swaying away from the two men and rushing around. Two nearby small trees with crooked necks as thick as their wrists were instantly shattered with a crack, and the other one was directly uprooted, causing soil to splash everywhere.

As soon as they met, the two of them obviously felt stagnant, then swung away and landed on the ground. Cao Shaoqin ran towards him again with his sword in hand, and suddenly swung his sword, the blade of the sword tearing at the wind, as if to split the air. Yuhuatian snorted coldly, drew his sword, and flicked the sword twice with his index finger. It made a whirling buzz, like the roar of the mountain wind, and then the main sword struck straight like a dragon.

Dongchang Fanzi, who was far away, did not see clearly how they fought. The only one who saw them was Cao Qianhu. The sword rotated and shook out to form a huge sword flower. He heard two clanging sounds and the small sword emitted silver light. After being knocked open, Yu Huatian saw this and inserted the sword edge horizontally into it, stirring it up.

The two clashed again, and their movements suddenly changed. The sword blades touched each other, the arms stirred, the sword hilts rotated, and a sharp vortex suddenly formed between the two.

The squeaking friction kept coming from the two swords, which was extremely harsh.

Suddenly, Cao Shaoqin and Yu Huatian's arms stopped, and they half-stepped backwards at the same time. The White Dragon Sword faced the Zuiyu Sword, point to point in a stalemate.

"You are very powerful..." Yu Huatian retracted his sword, walked to the small sword that fell on the ground, picked it up gently, and dropped it back to the main sword to embed it. He turned his head and looked at Nuan Ri, and said in a cold voice: "... Better than those Caosang."

Cao Shaoqin's face was still watery. He put the White Dragon Sword back into its scabbard, turned around and walked away. After taking two steps, he stopped and turned his face and said, "Song Jiang's head belongs to Dongchang. You'd better not attack anyone." What do you have to prove? Put your ambitions back in front of the Governor."

"How does it compare to you?" Yu Huatian's strands of black hair slid across his eyes, shining with confidence.

Cao Shaoqin snorted coldly, turned away, and walked away. An arrogant and deep voice came, "Within ten moves, he will turn into white bones."

The wind calmed down, and under the warm sunshine, Yuhuatian looked stunned, then stiffened.

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Among the undulating hills and forests, the influence of night cannot be seen in sight. At this time, the light is excellent during the day. Song Jiang and others fled towards the west bank of Liangshan Water Park. Along the way, they saw Liangshan defeated soldiers who were hacked to death and abandoned from time to time. Some were still making running movements before they died, and some had faces twisted in fear, with a trace of their bones clearly visible. The knife mark almost severed his neck.

Along the way, scenes like this came into view, and Song Jiang, Wu Yong, Zhu Wu, Deng Fei, Yang Zhi, Ou Peng and others couldn't help feeling sad.

"I, the righteous soldier of Liangshan, are the most indomitable heroes in the world, but each of them ended up in such a miserable state. There are still jackals, tigers and leopards gnawing at the corpses in the wilderness. I feel really uneasy."

Song Jiang was depressed and said sadly: "It was Song Jiang who harmed all the righteous men. Originally, I just wanted to build a peach garden with you in this lake in Liangshan Mountain, so that we and others who were forced by the imperial court could have a place to live. We are just trying to eliminate injustice and eliminate violence, but those thieves will not let us go."

"Brother Gongming... don't be sad." Wu Yong wiped his eyes and said: "If Liangshan hadn't collapsed, we would still have a place to live, and there would be many brothers on the mountain living together happily."

Deng Fei and Ou Peng clapped their chests and said, "Don't worry, brother. We will do our best to protect brother Gongming when he returns to Liangshan, even if he is killed."

At this time, Zhu Wu came back from behind, shook his head and said: "I'd better not say any more frustrating words. Brothers Wu Song and others have not seen them at this time. They must have been entangled by officers and soldiers. They must leave immediately and return to the village. That’s the best policy.”

Song Jiang wiped away his tears and agreed.

Immediately, the group of people set off on the road again. After a few miles, they could already hear the sound of water. Deng Fei and others hurried up and were stunned. They saw that on the other side of the water village, although the fire was no longer visible, black smoke was still rising like pillars. The entire cottage was scorched black, and on the water bank, the faint smell of blood floated up from the water at their feet.

At a glance from the water, hundreds of floating corpses were floating on the water. At this moment, Song Jiang sat down on the ground slumped and murmured: "Liangshan is gone..."

"Liangshan is gone -" Song Jiang roared ferociously, beating the water splash with his hand.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a sharp blade being drawn out of its sheath.

Deng Fei suddenly turned his head and saw a cold light shining on his neck, and the head on his shoulder fell to the beach with a clatter. Ou Peng on the side was suddenly startled. Before he could raise the knife, he felt a pain in his stomach. The long knife that had just killed Deng Fei turned around again and struck him in the abdomen in an instant.

Then another knife came, hitting the neck, and immediately two headless corpses overlapped on the beach.

At the other end, Song Jiang and the other three turned their heads when they heard the voice, only to see Yang Zhi's face covered in blood, with a murderous smile, revealing his white teeth, and the green birthmark was particularly ferocious.

"Yang Zhi, you..." Zhu Wu was furious, but was pulled by Wu Yong, and then pulled Song Jiang to signal him to get up and leave quickly.

Song Jiang did not move, with a look of pain on his face, and sighed: "Now the Liangshan Mountains are falling apart, the trees are falling, and the hozens are scattered. Everyone has their own ambitions. Since Brother Yang wants to kill Song Jiang and send him to the court, Song Jiang's life will be given to him to be a good person." Let’s look forward to the future, I only hope that Brother Yang can leave Song Jiang’s body intact for the sake of Song Jiang’s care in the past.”

The knife was dripping with blood. Yang Zhi walked over and ignored Wu Yong and others. Instead, he stared at Song Jiang who was sitting slumped on the ground with a complicated look, "Is that all you said?"

Song Jiang nodded, looked away, and bowed his head to sacrifice.

Suddenly, the knife was put down.

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Then he kicked out, kicked Song Jiang to the ground, and stepped on him. Yang Zhi's eyes flashed fiercely, and the knife fell on his neck.

"You fucking cut me... ah..." Song Jiang watched the knife fall with fear on his face, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.

The bodies were immediately separated.

Yang Zhi spat on his corpse and cursed: "Do you think I'm easy to deceive? I was robbed by you Liangshan twice on my escort missions, which made me so depressed that I needed to sell my ancestral sword. Do you think you don't have any resentment in your heart? "

Immediately, he grabbed his head and glanced at Zhu Wu and Wu Yong with great disdain.

He turned around and walked into the woods.

ps: The third update of 7000 words is over. See you tomorrow.