Supreme hour

Almost at the same time as Li Qi moved, Xiaolou was intoxicated by the white-clothed wind and stepping on the bamboo, and the three tigers of the Wu family came back to their senses together, staring directly at the place where Li Qi came over.

Behind a low wall in the backyard of the small building, a figure twisted slightly, and disappeared, leaving a cold shadow with a twist in the wind.

The dagger is called the snake curve, the treasure that Yan Xi obtained from the Bibo Building, is known for its mysterious and vicious, and today is its first battle.

In the distance, a figure hung on the rock wall five hundred meters away, and if you didn't look closely at it at night, you thought it was a shabby garment.

Jin Zhong took out a blue-cyan crossbow arrow from the mustard quiver, and gently placed it on the delicately carved black crossbow in his hand, and the front end of the arrow was aimed at Li Qi's position, chilling.

Lang Youping, who was lying on the ground motionless and didn't dare to move, suddenly couldn't feel the murderous gaze, he raised his head slightly, and his eyes burned with thick blood.

The sound of the "......" sword blade rubbing against the rhinoceros skin scabbard was originally very small, like the ghostly sound of a hole flute, but at this time, it somehow seemed much more obvious and a little out of place.

Ouyang Mo's toes lightly touched the bamboo leaves, her body was as light as nothing, she didn't seem to be aware of the sharp gaze from the west and the killing intent contained in it. The sloppy old man on the second floor squinted his eyes and looked at Li Qi's location with a smile, but suddenly sighed lightly, as if he had found something interesting.

"Click...... On the long street, there are young men coming with their hands in their hands, and under the blue moonlight, the bitter character mask is bewitching and abnormal.......

Li Qi walked towards Xiaolou with such a big grin.

This is **naked contempt!

Lang Youping snorted coldly, picked up his sword, and began to rush forward.

Boom! Boom!

Every time you settle down, it is like a spring thunderstorm, the long street shakes, and the bamboo leaves are swaying.

Lang Youping's speed was getting faster and faster, and he was like a crazy rhinoceros, dragging his sword and rushing towards Li Qi.

Yan Xi crouched deep in the corner, the whole person seemed to blend into the shadows, as the shadows slowly squirmed, the pure black dagger tip of the snake curled with a sweet smell of scarlet.

It's highly toxic!

Jin Zhong's hand holding the crossbow was stable, he squinted, staring at Li Qi's movements, and the front end of the crossbow arrow did not leave Li Qi's body.

He cooperated with Lang Youping and Yan Xi I don't know how many times, not to mention such an unknown assassin, it was the older generation of fourth-order masters who were cultivating, and countless people had died at their hands.

He is not in a hurry, Lang Youping is good at hard fighting, Yan Xi is like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, which can greatly affect the mind of the bitter word assassin, and all he has to do is a crossbow arrow.

One crossbow bolt is enough, enough to determine life and death.

But in an instant, Lang Youping rushed to Li Qi's side, jumped up with his chest straight, and pulled the whole person backwards into a bow shape, and the long sword dragged behind him was like a heavy hammer, smashing down towards Li Qi.

Accompanied by a gust of evil winds, the momentum is amazing.

The almost transparent rice grains and golden lotus slices in Li Qi's hand flew over and turned into thirteen arc-shaped sword lights that collided towards the long sword.

His golden-clothed purple heart lotus, he has only seen snow jade, and those dozens of dead people, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, he is afraid of what if, Li Qi does not dare to show people with fire feathers, fortunately, these days he has mastered the golden-clothed purple heart lotus, and he can still change the color slightly.

Thirteen blue-gold arc sword lights were waiting for the rabbit, like thirteen continuous fortresses, stuck on the way of the incomparably long sword.

Lang Youping did not change the trajectory of the long sword swing at all, since ancient times, the self-proclaimed emperor of the soldiers, two sides of the front, only the spine of the sword supports a sword, the sword skills are mainly stabbed, the most unsuitable for such a knife to be so arrogant and unreasonable to cut down.

What's more, Lang Youping dragged behind him, this strange sword that is twice as long as an ordinary long sword, and if you are not careful, it will be the end of the sword breaking and dying. However, as if he didn't know, he still cut down like this, and he didn't seem to see the thirteen green gold barriers that flashed with cold light in the night.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, and unexpectedly, when the middle section of the long sword touched the first lapis barrier, it broke into two from the collision, and Li Qi's figure stopped abruptly, as if facing a great enemy.

The broken long sword was covered with a layer of gray light, sticking to the broken sword, like an ox pushing and grinding, slowly pushing and moving, hanging without falling.

The layers of heavy force fields were like spider silk, tightly binding Li Qi in it, as if he was about to breathe, and he couldn't even move.

"Lao Tzu's grinding sword has just gained momentum, don't let me down. Lang Youping was shrouded in earthy light, he grinned, his words were calm, and a smell of blood came to his face.

Li Qi didn't move at all, but his body was shaking slightly in a hurry, and he shook the cobweb-like momentum out of his body with his own strange power.

"Hey, it's a little interesting, that's good, if it's so vulnerable from the beginning, it really disappoints me!" Lang Youping sighed lightly, not angry but happy, the broken sword in his hand was sticky, and the momentum became more and more vigorous, Li Qi was like falling into a quagmire.

"With the potential as the grinding plate, the sword as the center, hundreds of grinding discs, large and small, are pouring each other, that is, they are also fourth-order earth attribute swordsmen, and they don't seem to escape so easily, this Lang Youping's grinding plate sword seems to have a little meaning. "The window of the small building, the old man sat on the edge of the window, picking at the boogers, not in shape.

Li Qi turned a deaf ear to Lang Youping's slightly contemptuous words, turned his sword into a sword, and slashed towards the place where the broken sword was connected.

"It's useless, if my grinding sword is broken so easily, how can it be called a mastery. Lang Youping smiled darkly, and the broken sword suddenly sped up a little.

Li Qi's flaming feather sword just fell into its momentum, and it became extremely slow like an old ox pulling a cart, and by the time it touched the connection, it was no longer castrated.

However, the fire feather will not be the only means left, Li Qi's fingers in the sleeve lightly picked, and half of the fire feather exploded violently at the connection.

Only an indiscernible popping sound was heard, and the misty yellow light at the junction flickered violently, and the abundant fire elemental rampaged through the position, and the momentum that had not yet formed was suddenly scattered.

Li Qi's eyes behind the mask lit up suddenly, what he was waiting for was this opportunity, if it was only Lang Youping, he might be able to cut him under the sword by stepping forward, but there were still two people whose strength was no less than Lang Youping's in the shadows.

And he underestimated the power of the grinding sword, peerless, this is not the first time he knows this term, Senior Brother Blue's Fengyue Yinhua belongs to the category of peerlessness.

If Li Qi didn't guess wrong, the two sword techniques used by the dwarf master who followed him to the forest should also be regarded as the category of peerless learning, but compared with the grinding sword in front of him, they are not the same.

On the one hand, that dwarf master is only a third-order cultivator, and the power he can exert is limited, and Lang Youping in front of him has been promoted to the fourth order for some days, and the grinding sword is still a martial art created by him, so it is naturally the one he understands the most and uses it the most.

Moreover, when Li Qi dealt with the dwarf master, the whole person was in an ethereal realm, and he unconsciously compounded the state of mind requirements of the step forward slash, and killed the dwarf master in one fell swoop by stepping forward to slash.

It is undeniable that Li Qi is a little jealous of the Absolute Learning, and when he learned that Lang Youping created his own grinding sword, he did take a second look, but the previous battle with the dwarf master made him secretly despise the definition of the Absolute Learning, and this fell into the grinding sword.

Li Qi seems to be calm, but in fact he is a little miserable, his method of unshackling is much higher than Lang Youping's, and he came up with such a method.

In Lang Youping's eyes, those invisible green leaves were naturally the weapons of the bitter word assassin in front of him, who would have thought that these were just the condensation of the power of the elements, and when he was caught off guard, a faint gap opened in that momentum.

Li Qi used the residual power of gliding to turn into a cloud of green smoke and flew towards the gap, and the sarcastic words in his mouth had already been revealed: "If you want to fight, you will stand, there is so much nonsense, have you not seen a living person in three hundred years? No one said that you chatter like a girl?"

When Lang Youping heard what Li Qi said, he snorted coldly, his face was gloomy like water, like a hungry wolf, and he shook the sword in his hand, and the tip of the broken sword, which was originally like an old cow grinding and slowly rotating, suddenly increased its speed, and the hundreds of large and small grinding discs hidden in the potential were shattered in half, and the cracks that were blown out of the way quickly began to close.

However, in the end, it was Li Qi who seized the opportunity, and in the battle of masters, often a slight opportunity can kill people, and no matter how fast the gap closes, Li Qi escaped.

It's just that before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a charming whisper came from Li Qi's ears, as if a stunning woman was being held in his arms and grinding her temples, and the tip of her nose smelled a trace of sweet fragrance.

He felt a chill in his heart, and desperately turned his body, and the remaining dozens of fire feathers suddenly appeared behind him, turning into a thin net.

The whisper said, "Die!"

Hearing the crisp sound of "ping-pong", Li Qi only felt a strong force behind him, and in the huge force, there seemed to be a cold aura constantly swimming in snakes, desperately drilling towards his body.

There seemed to be a soft "huh" in his ears, and the man seemed a little surprised that the blow was not complete. Li Qi didn't have time to think so much, he didn't dare to go in anymore because of the grinding sword momentum, as long as it was glued, it would be an insect in the spider's web, no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain, no wonder Lang Youping was able to kill many seniors of the older generation with this.

He took advantage of his strength to rush to the side, just waiting for the tumbling to land, whether to stay or go is up to him, but at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue light out of the corner of his eye, pulling out a tail flame nearly five meters long in the night, and shooting at him violently.

At this time, Li Qi was still in mid-air, and it was when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, only for a moment, it was a matter of life and death.

It seems to be in a desperate situation.