"Coming is like flowing water, passing like the wind, I don't know where it comes and where it ends. Naturally in the middle hall, the seven stars cross the tiger and exchange swords. Tai Xuan Jue is in the body yin and yang, and the friction is soft and rigid. The advance and retreat are not intentional, and the transformation of virtual and real is determined to be medium and long. Looking left and right, the jade girl shuttled in all directions. The lion dribbles forward, and the giant python turns around. Left and right high and low butterflies love flowers, turn around and flirt like windmills......"

The Zhao family's Taixuan knife recipe was recited in the young man's mouth, intermittently, whining, and crying.

Zhao Xuanji's breath became weaker and weaker, and the last trace of candle flame breath was quietly extinguished, and the remaining breath walked to the edge of the clouds, his body was weak, and he was unconscious.

The first person in the world to use a knife died.

Zhao Wuji hugged his father's corpse, howling and crying, full of grief and hatred for the young man, he grabbed the Taixuan knife, pointed to the first person in the world to use a gun who was about to die, and shouted viciously: "Han Xianba, I want to kill you!"

"It's a pity that I couldn't slaughter you little bastard on the river. Han Xianba sneered with a sneer, and his tone was indescribably disdainful: "Zhao Wuji, have you looked at your mother's corpse, tsk, it's so miserable, Han Mou personally did it, and he didn't dare to take a second look." At this moment, your enemy is in front of you, do you dare to come over? Even if Han Xianba looks like this at this moment!"

The young man's face was hideous and distorted, and he threw the Taixuan Knife in his hand violently, stabbing at Han Xianba.

Han Xianba slowly closed his eyes, he hid a move, but only when the young man stepped forward could he have power, since the young man did not step forward, he would die by himself.

With a loud bang, a figure fell in front of Han Xianba, the cuffs rolled, and in a moment, he rolled the Taixuan knife and threw it down, the Taixuan knife cut out a streamer and pierced into the ground, the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and the blade of the knife screamed softly.

The one-armed Yu Qing glanced at Zhao Wuji lightly, and then glanced at Han Xianba sideways: "Your Majesty said that you, Han Xianba and Your Majesty, are the same kind of people, both are blinded by hatred, and they can't tell right from wrong, but they both know what they want to do and what they want to do, even if it is not necessarily right." Your Majesty asked me to ask you, do you have any last words?"

Han Xianba shook his head: "Please ask Father-in-law Yu to go back and thank Your Majesty for Weichen." ”

"If you say it, I'll get it. Yu Qing stepped on Han Xianba's chest, slightly forced, and stepped on the breath of the first person in the world to use a gun: "Your Majesty said that I will send you a copy of the curse of life and death, wash away your sins, and not affect your little sister in the next life." ”

Han Xianba slowly closed his eyes and passed away suddenly, inexplicably relieved.

Yu Qing exhaled, his long sleeves flew, and the Taixuan knife flew and stabbed in front of Zhao Wuji: "Knife, take it, people, stay!"

Zhao Wuji held the Taixuan knife in one hand and held it horizontally in front of him: "The knife, I'll take it, people, I'll take it too!"

"Good. Yu Qing nodded, made a gesture of please: "Your life and death, Your Majesty and Lord Chu have not said much, since you want anything, then see if there is a life." ”

On weekdays, Li Yuanying often scolded Yu Qing for being stupid and stupid little eunuch and knocking on the little eunuch's head, in fact, when Li Yuanying was away, the little eunuch had a calm temperament and was extremely domineering, and he was the same as Zhao Governor back then.

Zhao Wuji's face was resolute and serious, and he held the Taixuan knife with both hands: "Daddy, Wuji will take you home!"

The young man tried his best to rush forward, the Zhao family's knife trick was like mercury pouring into the ground, the combination of virtual and real, light and shadow, when thousands of sword shadows became one, the blade of the Taixuan knife had already come to Yu Qing's side three feet away, and his clothes and hair were blown by Ling Yan's knife, and they all scraped in one direction.

Tai'an City's new royal cat was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect that the young man could make such a move in his grief, the long sleeves were gently rolled, and the Taixuan knife was wrapped in a thousand shots, and the knife went three inches through the sleevecloth, as if it was stuck in the mud, and it was difficult to enter a minute.

With a slight force, Yu Qing's long sleeves were like a big cloth bag full of wind and waves, and it was completely drummed, the Taixuan knife trembled for no reason, the young man took off the knife with both hands, and was pressed on his chest by Yu Qing with a palm, and flew out upside down, Yu Qing held the handle of the knife with one hand, and threw it gently, and the Taixuan knife stabbed the young man to the ground like an arrow off the string.

Zhao Wuji turned his head sideways with difficulty, and the blade of the knife was pressed against his head to the ground, and the blade cut a blood groove on his face.

"Dodge?" Yu Qing couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and then calmed down: "It's still the same sentence, knife, take away, people, stay." ”

Zhao Wuji looked at Yu Qing viciously, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, and was actually ready to fight again.

The new royal cat has run out of patience, his body is floating, and a palm is pressed on the body of the Taixuan knife, the blade of the knife bends an arc, and smashes heavily on the young man's chest, where can Zhao Wuji resist Yu Qing's strong and strong breath, the Taixuan knife bounces in his chest, Yu Qing fishes the moon in the water, holds the handle of the knife lightly, and kicks the opponent's chest.

If Zhao Wuji chooses to retreat and use his speed to offset the force of the collision, the injury will be lighter, but he chooses to hit hard.

"The choice of holding back. Yu Qing naturally did not show mercy to his subordinates, his fists were like raindrops, and his feet were like peas on the ground, so that Zhao Wuji had no power to fight back.

Not far away, Murong Yanzhao, who was holding Sang Sang, had a face that became colder and colder: "Idiot, if you continue like this, you will be killed!"

Gently putting down Sangsang, Murong Yanzhao looked around, his hands and feet were on the ground, his body bounced out like a leopard, and he continued to swim around the big pit, slowly approaching the bottom of the pit.

Yu Qing took a long time, glanced at Murong Yanzhao who was wandering, and didn't quite understand the young man's intentions, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly understood, and let the young man continue to wander.

Murong Yanzhao landed silently, and when he was close to the two of them, he suddenly rose into the air and hit Zhao Wuji's neck hard, the Taixuan knife came out of his hand and stuck it on the ground, Murong Yanzhao reached out to catch Zhao Wuji, and kept laughing at Yu Qinghehe: "Hero, this kid is sick, you have great mercy and treat us as farts, hehe." ”

Yu Qing looked at the young man and asked, "Looking at your footsteps and body style, do you know Murong Feng?"

Murong Yanzhao's head shook like a rattle: "I don't know, I don't know, the little one is called a dog mongrel, the Murong Feng you are talking about is the Western Regions Poisonous Sword Immortal who died in the hands of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, how can a person like me see such a big person." ”

Yu Qing smiled faintly: "You go, take Zhao Wuji with you." ”

"Thank you for the grace of the hero not to kill, thank you for the grace of the hero not to kill. Murong Yanzhao picked up Zhao Wuji and turned around to leave.

"Stop. Yu Qing suddenly spoke, Murong Yanzhao stiffened, turned his head warmly, and said with a smile: "The hero still has something?"

Yu Qing pointed at the Taixuan knife: "Take the knife away." ”

Murong Yanzhao bowed his head, held the handle of the knife, lifted it slowly, and then fled into the distance like a rabbit, came to Sangsang's side, clamped the little maid into his arms, and walked away, passing by the carriage driven by Zhao Wuji, paused slightly, and then resolutely continued to flee.

Yu Qing at the bottom of the pit nodded, in this way, Zhao Xuanji and his wife can be regarded as dead and can be regarded as the same cave.