Chapter 133: Seven sword slaves

It is true that Shen Mengtian can inherit the heavy mountain air to this extent. At first Shen Mengtian fell in love with the enemy's daughter, causing a great storm, and was finally captured by the Seven Sword Slaves back to the Twelve Sword Towers.
Today, the children of Shen Mengtian have received the same treatment.
The Seven Sword Slaves, although they are called "Slaves", are actually old-fashioned kendo masters in the Twelve Sword Towers, and they are secretly cultivated talents.
These seven people are all the sixth masters of real life. Putting them in each ministry, they may all become the suzerain of one party.
Sending the seven sword slaves is even more terrifying than calling the elders on the twelfth floor, because the elders may not work, but the sword slaves will faithfully obey orders.
"If you go to abandon Jianshanzhuang, you must capture Shen Zhenyi and bring it to me!"
Shen Zhongshan personally summoned the head of the Seven Sword Slave and issued an order.
The sword slave promised silently and drifted away.
"Another capture!"
The old lady heard the order and gritted her teeth.
The surface of this heavy mountain is full of anger, deep inside, still think of Shen Zhenyi as Shen Mengtian.
At the time, Shen Mengtian made a terrible disaster, and Shen Zhongshan also gave the same order to the Seven Swordsmen of that generation-be sure to capture!
At that time, Shen Mengtian was the eldest master of the Twelve Swords Tower and also the biological son of Shen Zhongshan. Then he was so appeasing. Now a Shen Zhenyi, he can't bear the order to kill without pardon?
Before the Seven Swordsmen set out. The old lady secretly met the head of the Seven Swordsmen.
She opened the door and said, "I want you to kill Shen Zhenyi."
The head of the seven swordsmen was a tall, thin, cold man, and he shouted, "But the lord's order"
"The lord's order matters, or does my word matter?"
The old lady grabbed his hand and placed it on the roundness of his chest. The head of the Seven Swordsmen trembled, but instead of retracting his right hand, he grasped it like a sword.
The old lady's eyes were silky and she gave a seductive moan.
The night was as thick as ink.
Moonlight is dull.
Shen Zhenyi sat quietly under the moon, drinking tea leisurely.
He was calm, his waist stick was straight, and his coat of arms fluttered gently in the night wind.
Today, the abandoned sword mountain village has only one place in Fei Lanzhou, even in the Juntian Department, it can almost replace the original position of Jiu Zhongxiao.
The name of Shen Sangong, even if it is not coaxing the world, is not as obscure as when he first came to Baxiu World.
Of course, he never cared about his reputation, his eyes were always in heaven.
Eye of the moon in the sky.
Today is the new day, the moon's eyes are dull, there is only a new tooth, covered with dark clouds, very dim.
"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night of killing."
He suddenly spoke.
"what?"
The Lord Long Jun, who was standing by, looked at Chu Huoluo and looked at each other, wondering what Shen Zhenyi was saying suddenly.
"It is inevitable that there will be murder."
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Shen Zhenyi sighed and poured the freshly brewed tea.
He didn't hate killing, and the sword was one of the weapons.
But if a person becomes a slave to a sword and becomes a weapon, the smell will not smell well.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
In the darkness on all sides, there were soft claps.
"Shen San Gong is indeed a leisurely generation. Several of us were secretly, and no one had ever discovered it before we shot."
His voice was cold and harsh, but he was still in doubt.
The seven masked men in black slowly walked out from different directions. The head of the man was the tallest. It was just him who spoke just now.
"Seven swordsmen's stealth efforts are nothing."
Shen Zhenyi's tone was light and she didn't care.
Hiding in the dark, it is the Twelve Sword House Seven Swordsmen who are going to work against Shen Zhenyi. They are best at concealing breath. They secretly set ambush shots. Even if they are first-class masters, they are inevitable.
Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for them to arrive at their respective positions today, and she was screamed by Shen Zhenyi.
And when it came out, it was recognized again, which made the Seven Sword Slave even more suspicious.
"Do you know us?"
Shen Zhenyi smiled, "You are only sword slaves, not assassins. On the clothes, you have your own recognition. Isn't that golden sword shape on your right wrist your code?"
The Seven Sword Slaves were another one.
Their black sleeves on the right hand of their black clothes did have tiny golden sword patterns to prove their identity and ranking. The head of the group had one gold sword, the smallest had seven gold swords, and so on.
But this ornamentation is very small. In such a dark environment, Shen Zhenyi can see it at a glance.
"Shen Sangong's name is well-deserved, and his eyesight is enough to be a famous swordsman."
The head of the seven swordsmen lamented sincerely.
You have to practice your sword. If you ca n’t even see the swords of others, how can you become an excellent swordsman?
Shen Zhenyi's ability to see things at night may be his talent.
"I'm disappointed with your sword."
Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook her head.
The Seven Swordsman's face tightened--this man was really annoying to speak, and it is no wonder that the landlord was so angry that he couldn't get out of bed for a few days.
"Although our Seven Sword Slaves couldn't get to the Daya Hall, but the sword masters also made great promises together. I wonder what disappointed Shen Sangong?"
The tone of the head of the seven sword slaves was even stiffer.
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly. "The swordsmanship of the seven of you was originally to promote seedlings. By virtue of medicine and mechanical exercises, martial arts have been promoted to the present level. Once, there is no way to make a breakthrough. Second, it is inevitable. At first glance it was too crafty. "
Together with martial arts, it is especially important to realize that if you are too skilled, it will be difficult to become a master after all.
"However, this is still a small flaw. The key is that you never choose when you kill people. The sword is stained with blood. You only know that you are obedient. You do n’t know why you wield the sword in your hands. Then you become the slave of the sword. In the end, the swordsmanship became unsound. "
Shen Zhenyi said absent-mindedly, as if she didn't know how annoying she was.
He has always had such an ability to be mad, and Chu Huoluo and Long Junzhu both applauded secretly.
The seven sword slaves were mad at their teeth, and the leader was annoyed: "Shen San Gongzi is a good deal! But it is useless to say more. If you want to master swordsmanship, you still have to see the heights below you. Seven people in one battle? "