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1 first sight
?There are people coming and going in the teahouse outside Luoyang City, and the proprietress in purple dress shuttles between the tables serving tea and water.
Amidst the din of people, the guest in the corner was very strange and conspicuous. He poured his own drink alone, seemingly leisurely but did not chat with others.
Looking at the clothes, the man was covered with darts and shimmering silver, the blue and black leather jacket wrapped the perfect waistline, and the ponytail was tied high with a hairband decorated with silver ornaments. The proprietress guessed that the man was a disciple of the Tang Sect without looking carefully.
That's right, this person is Tang Jiabao's eldest brother Tang Ling, who has practiced a set of Tianluo deceitful ways of mind to perfection.This time I came to the Central Plains for thousands of miles to broaden my horizons and gain some experience, and to learn martial arts with all the knights in the rivers and lakes.
When the master of Tangbao sent him out of Sichuan, his words were difficult to understand, and he only said that he would come back only after he had learned something and broke the bottleneck.
He had been sitting here for half an hour, and the cold aura around him made others voluntarily give up a few empty seats.Amidst the raucous chatter, he sat out a bit of the coldness of sitting alone in a secluded room.In fact, he didn't want to disturb people's business here like a statue, but just now he saw a group of white shadows flying into the gate of Luoyang, and he saw that his lightness skills were excellent.Where did Sheng Sheng have to enter the city in such embarrassment, leaving the city gate wide open and insisting on flying over the eaves and walls?That person must not be a person of the righteous way, and he doesn't look like the Central Plains martial arts if his footwork is unpredictable. Could it be the Turks and Tubo?Why did he enter the city like this?
Tang Ling's rare interest was actually drawn out by a mysterious white shadow, inexplicably wanting to try that person's skills.
It's time for two sticks of incense again, the noon has passed, and the sun is slowly setting towards the western mountain.
Tang Ling got a little impatient and got up to pay the bill.
Putting away the recovered copper coins, he casually raised his eyes to look in the direction of the city gate, Tang Ling was so shocked that his heart shivered.
It's that man!He actually bent over and walked out of the city through the gate at a strange and fast pace!He carried double blades on his back, and the scimitar shone brightly. The guards who guarded the city turned a blind eye and let him leave Luoyang City so casually!
At that time, Tang Ling recognized it, but floating light and shadow is the Tang family's unique secret skill, how could that person know it?What's more, Tang Ling knew that once the skill of floating light and shadows was used, his footwork was limited and his skill was hindered. If he wanted to hide his figure, he could only move slowly. How could that person walk like flying?
Seeing that the man raised his hand and lifted his white robe and was about to fly away, Tang Ling didn't care to pull out the receiver and shot out a bullet.The missile whizzed away dragging the blue shadow, hitting the man's boots right in the middle.
The man in white was suffering from pain, but his figure recovered to be upright after only a stagger.He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction where Tang Ling was.
Only now did Tang Ling see the man's clothes clearly, and was shocked again.The man was actually wearing the clothes of the Western Regions, with a hood covering his face, his chest was wide open revealing wheat-colored skin and muscular chest muscles, the gold ornaments on his body were shining and the hem of the clothes fluttered lightly, and the white bone dagger at his waist was still glowing with blood.He only hesitated in the blink of an eye, weighing the pros and cons, and the man drew out his two sabers to ride the wind and attack!
The two knives slashed on the thousand-mile box, the clanging sound was deafening, and Tang Ling felt the tiger's mouth go numb.If it wasn't for his instinct to block, the scimitar would have cut his throat.Tang Ling couldn't help but think in his heart that he was so vicious as soon as he shot, directly attacking the vital point.
After being distracted for a moment, the two knives pierced through the air and came towards us again.Tang Ling dodged with difficulty, and then he took a few steps away from the wind and waves.
The eyes of everyone in the teahouse have long been attracted by the two fighting on the edge of the city, watching with relish and not forgetting to comment.What's more, two tables were put together to open a small game to overwhelm the two to win or lose.
Naturally, there were more disciples of the Tang Sect on the gambling table. Everyone in the Central Plains knew the legends about the extraordinary skills of each Tang Family.
But they don't know that this foreign tribe in the Western Regions also has extraordinary origins, and the desert sword technique is even more weird and exquisite.His name is Lu Misheng, and he is a disciple of Shadow Moon under the sect of Night Emperor Kalubi of the Ming Cult.The Shadow Moon branch of the Ming Sect is composed of elites from the Sect, responsible for assassinations outside the Sect and espionage.Lu Misheng came to Luoyang just to find out the situation and explore the way forward for Mingjiao to enter the Central Plains.Needless to say his martial arts, he has undergone devil-style training since he was a child, and his cultivation level of the Burning Shadow Sacred Art alone is unmatched among his generation's disciples.
While panting, Lu Misheng swung his two knives fiercely again. Tang Ling managed to dodge it, but the blades turned quickly and hit his face, so he had to raise his hand to prevent it. into two halves.The shattered hidden weapon slammed into the soil, and Tang Ling was shocked by the sharpness of the man's knife and took a few steps back.He was about to raise his crossbow to make a move, but was attacked by Lu Misheng, who took a few quick steps and jumped up, like a vigorous Persian cat.Tang Ling couldn't care less about why he compared that man to a cat. The continuous attacks made him overwhelmed.
Tang Sect's martial arts are not good at melee combat, after several rounds, Tang Ling has gradually lost the wind.If it goes on like this, it will undoubtedly lose.If you want to turn the tide of battle, you must put a distance between the two of them.
Relentless Tang Ling stopped blocking this time and charged towards Lu Misheng head-on.He blocked the tip of the knife with his body, and he didn't slow down even though the sharp blade cut through his clothes and cut his flesh.Lu Misheng didn't know if he made a move, but it was too late to stop at this time, and when he stopped, Tang Ling was already ten feet away from him.
Lu Misheng wanted to come closer again, but he only felt pain in his ankle, and his feet were locked by the mechanism.In an instant, Tang Ling buried Kunpeng's iron claws at his feet!
Lu Misheng smiled back without haste, the corners of his mouth under the shadow of the hood slightly raised, showing a nice curve.Tang Ling was a little surprised but didn't dare to relax at all, and let out another blast that exploded.Lu Misheng squinted at the green poisonous mist unscrewing under his feet, and his smile deepened. He actually held the machete behind his back, and licked the blood left by Tang Ling with the tip of his tongue.
The bloody and cruel smile penetrated so deeply into Tang Ling's heart, even after many years, he still felt chills in his back when he remembered it.
Lu Misheng raised his head and glanced at Tang Ling, then bent over and arched his back suddenly.Before Tang Ling could see clearly, a cloud of dust rose from Lu Misheng's feet.The flying yellow sand confused his vision, and Tang Ling secretly shot a few starvation bombs forward, but he didn't hear the muffled sound of hitting the target.
A gust of wind suddenly blew by his ears, and Lu Misheng actually got behind him!Before he could turn around, Tang Ling felt his wrist being grasped and flung out vigorously, and when he heard a "click", it must have been dislocated.Just like that, Lu Misheng had already handed over the thousand receivers into his hands, raised his leg and kicked again, kicking Tang Ling to the ground with a muffled groan.
This time, Tang Ling was trampled on his chest by the gorgeous boots before he could get up.Tang Ling frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
Lu Misheng looked at him condescendingly, smiled strangely, and asked in substandard Central Plains dialect: "Who are you?"
Tang Ling stared back without fear: "Tang Ling, a disciple of the Tang Sect."
Unexpectedly, when Lu Misheng heard this, his smile deepened, and he asked, "Why did you make the move?"
"..." Tang Ling didn't answer.
"According to the rules of our Western Regions, if you lose, you have to listen to me, Tang Ling."
After finishing speaking, Lu Misheng dragged Tang Ling up from the ground, and pulled a rope from his waist to trap his hands.
Are you a bold Central Plains person? Interesting.Lu Misheng thought to himself. ?