"Bang...... Bang Bang Bang Bang ...... Puff ......"

After an instant, all the magic weapons flew upside down, like straw blown away by a gust of wind, flying back from where they came from, falling to the ground thousands of kilometers away, losing their light in the fierce friction and collision. Among them, a small number of magic weapons flew towards the owner who controlled the magic weapon, and in the disbelief gaze of its master, it pierced the body, leaving a wound that was difficult to heal.

When the others saw this scene, their faces changed and they were frightened. They all put away their contempt and pointed at Yang Qiu with new sword techniques. Yuan Ruofei's face showed a hint of surprise that could not be concealed. Shocked and angry, he pulled out a blood-red long sword, flew a hundred meters, stabbed at Yang Qiu's face, and said, "Die!"

Yang Qiu's feet had already moved horizontally to the left with a slight touch. Yuan Ruofei missed a sword, unwillingly turned around and took out another sword, turning the thorn into a slash and slashing at Yang Qiu's back. Yang Qiu recognized Yuan Ruofei's identity and said in confusion: "Why do you want to kill me?" Yuan Ruofei, I just knocked you away once, do you hate me like this?" A look of anger appeared on his face.

"Click!"

Yuan Ruofei's blood sword split the earth, leaving a crack half a meter deep. An unwilling look appeared on his face. He didn't hear it, drew his bloody sword and chased after Yang Qiu again.

Yang Qiu's face was even more angry. He took a deep breath, compressed his true qi into Gang Qi again, and waved his palm to slap Yuan Ruofei, when suddenly the evil wind in his back was not good. His face changed, and he was anxious to get out of the way.

A thick black light rushed out of his arm and landed on a large tree a hundred meters away. There was a "boom", and it was smashed to pieces on the spot. It turned out that the sword trick that the other eight people were playing with had been completed. Eight sword rays flew out in unison, fusing into a thick black pillar of light in the air, which was incomparably powerful and several times faster.

Yang Qiu had just narrowly avoided a blow, and the pillar of light formed by the fusion of the second sword light swept horizontally, swinging like a towering ancient tree being pulled out by a giant as a stick, and the momentum sank. Unstoppable, fast as the wind, it slammed into his left arm.

The entire left arm lost sensation in the blink of an eye. Then, with a pop, it shattered, and there were no bones left. Yang Qiu's face was full of anger, replaced by an unconcealable shock. He looked in horror and horror at the pillar of light, which was already powerless. fell into despair.

But at this moment. An inspiration crossed my mind like a meteor piercing the night sky.

Yang Qiu's face changed, and he said in his heart, "Wait." Although this sword is ridiculously strong, it is formed by the fusion of the swords of eight flying swords. Other words. The eight sword rays are the body, and the main reason why this pillar of light-like sword rays are so powerful is that they use some invisible and intangible methods, which are the same as the principle of the formation. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Qiu's eyes lit up, and his heart moved slightly. The Cursed Key floats in the palm of your hand. He clenched his right hand into a fist. Grab the key and wave it forward. A green light lit up from his palm, covering the entire arm. Together with the fist, it slammed into the unstoppable black sword.

"Boom ......"

After an instant, both sides trembled violently at the same time, and the green light and black sword light dissipated together. Yang Qiu's face finally showed a hint of joy that could not be concealed. The corners of one side of the mouth are raised upwards.

The faces of the eight monks changed dramatically, and they were all as pale as white paper. But the eight people glanced at each other, and they all had the same look of disbelief, and once again pinched out the sword trick and pointed at Yang Qiu. Eight sword rays erupted, fusing into one halfway, and then turned into a thick pillar of light and crashed into Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu's right arm shrank and threw another punch. The green light rushed out of the heart of the fist, turning into a shockwave and slamming into the sword, and after a loud bang, the sword was scattered again.

The eight spurted blood and staggered a step. His face turned even paler, and his heart was already filled with endless fear. But seeing Yuan Ruofei in the eyes of the envoy, these eight people stiffened their heads again, sighed secretly, controlled the flying sword, and pointed at Yang Qiu for the third time.

Yang Qiu's face changed, and he finally smiled confidently, waved his right arm, and punched forward. A powerful qi rushed out from the heart of the fist, like an unstoppable wind, slammed into the eight flying swords, slammed five of them, and shook back the other three, and the eight people who hit them all fell from the air involuntarily, falling in embarrassment.

This fall, several people did not recover in one breath, with shock and fear that was difficult to add, and they died with a whimper. When the three of them, who had barely recovered their breath, got up in embarrassment, their faces were already covered with cold sweat and unconcealable fear.

Yuan Ruofei's face changed greatly. He never expected Yang Qiu's strength to be so strong, so he swung a sword weakly, slashed at Yang Qiu's back, and at the same time gave the other three people another look, using their eyes to imply that if they didn't work together to fight Yang Qiu, everyone would die.

Yang Qiu felt that the evil wind in his back was not good, and he moved sideways to avoid it. A sword light swept behind him and landed on the big tree not far away, cutting down the big tree violently. He saw Yuan Ruofei come out from behind, stretched out his right arm and punched. But at this moment, three sword rays swept from the side in the distance, like thunder.

A hint of annoyance appeared on Yang Qiu's face. He had to put his punch back a meter. But it was when he retreated and retracted his punches that Yuan Ruofei gained time to react.

Yuan Ruofei swerved in the air and stabbed Yang Qiu with a sword, and Yang Qiu had to jump to the side.

It was the moment he jumped away, and the three flying swords that he had avoided before all turned around and rushed over again, cooperating with Yuan Ruofei to stab him more than twenty times in one go, but they were all dodged by him so wonderfully.

Yuan Ruofei saw that Yang Qiu was getting easier and easier to avoid, but the accuracy of the other three flying swords was getting worse and worse, and the speed was getting slower and slower, thinking that it was not a way to go on like this, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes firmly pinched out a powerful sword technique, pointing at Yang Qiu. A circle was drawn by a blood-colored flying sword, like the sun shining brightly, sprinkling a piece of blood light to cover Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu felt weak all over his body, and it was difficult to move, and he dodged the whistling flying sword with all his strength, but found that "puff puff" was hit one after another, and in a blink of an eye, he was already scarred, took a sharp breath, and blew towards the three peak killers of the Yuan Infant Stage who controlled the flying sword. A powerful Gang Qi rushed out. Turning into a violent wind, it hit the front of the three of them, blasting them out and disappearing into the distant sky.

An instant later, three whistling flying swords were in Yang Qiu's back heart. The position of the right arm and the center of the eyebrow was less than half a meter in mid-air, and finally, "Qiang Qiang Qiang" fell to the ground three times, lost its luster, and never moved again.

Yuan Ruofei's pupils shrank, and his mouth opened wide in disbelief. The fear in his eyes was even stronger.

He made a more decisive move, swinging his sword and slashing at Yang Qiu's back. Yang Qiu only felt that the evil wind in his back was not good. His face sank, and he invoked his true qi for the second time. The wound on the left shoulder is dehiscence. Blood gushed out like a spring, with a freshly compressed Qi of Gang Qi. With a thud, the thunderous aperture hit the aperture above his head, shattering it.

After a moment, Yang Qiu finally resumed his actions. Take a sideways step to the right. An incomparably sharp flying sword slashed across the left side under Yuan Ruofei's swing. Leave a lingering afterimage. Yang Qiu turned to the right, swinging his right fist like a hammer and smashing it on Yuan Ruofei's sword-holding right arm.

"Kela"

After a crisp sound, the entire right arm broke. The flying sword slipped from his hand. Yuan Ruofei's face turned even paler. He fell to his knees clutching his right arm in pain, letting out a heart-rending scream.

"Ah......h

Yang Qiu's right arm stretched out. The fist turned into a claw and tightly clasped Yuan Ruofei's throat. He asked with a gloomy face, "Now, do you still want to kill me?"

Yuan Ruofei shook his head in horror, unable to speak.

Yang Qiu clasped his neck and asked again uneasily. He said, "Really, do you really think that in your heart now? Don't you dare to kill me anymore?"

Yuan Ruofei nodded like pounding garlic, and his whole body trembled violently. A smell of urine filled the air. It turned out that I was already scared to pee my pants.

Yang Qiu looked down. Seeing that his crotch was wet, he finally relieved himself and said, "Just remember." If you dare to think of revenge again in the future. I won't spare your life next time. This time, I will give you a chance to repent. Get out!" threw Yuan Ruofei out of the distance like garbage, turned around and went to the resting room.

"Thank you. I promise never to dare again. Yuan Ruofei nodded gratefully. But when Yang Qiu turned his back, the expressions of gratitude and remorse disappeared, and the fear disappeared, and a rich sneer appeared. He looked proudly at Yang Qiu's fading back, and counted in a low voice: "1...... 2…… 3……”

Just as he was about to count the fourth number, he didn't say the number, but changed it to a "pour". Just when these words came out, Yang Qiu only felt dizzy in his head, as if he had been poisoned, his whole body was weak, he staggered a step, and fell to the ground involuntarily.

Yuan Ruofei laughed proudly, picked up a flying sword, and said, "I didn't expect it, right? My urine is poisonous, and it is very toxic." It's a secret I've never told outsiders. You dare to make me scare my pants, Yang Qiu, go to death. Excitedly, he ran a few steps in front of Yang Qiu, and stabbed the sharp flying sword deep into his chest.

Yang Qiu opened his mouth wide in disbelief, spit out blood with a wow, and said angrily: "You...... You despicable ......" a thick murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Yuan Ruofei was startled, suppressed his fear, pulled out the flying sword, slammed the ground, and stabbed again.

The second half of Yang Qiu's sentence was forcibly blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say it anymore. But there was a stronger murderous intent in his eyes. His facial features are distorted, and his angry and angry appearance looks very hideous and terrifying.

Yuan Ruofei only felt a chill in his heart, and pulled out the flying sword and stabbed it for the third time, seeing Yang Qiu's expression, his face was as pale as paper, and finally showed a proud look, and he pulled out the flying sword and stabbed it for the fourth time, and said with a cruel smile: "Let you go against me! Let you go against me." Go to hell. Die. Die. Dead ......" gaze became more and more cruel, and his expression became more hideous than Yang Qiu's.

Yang Qiu snorted in pain, sighed in his heart, and helplessly cast the immortal technique. Two green lights lit up in his eyes, hitting Yuan Ruofei's chest as fast as lightning. After a moment, both of them shuddered in unison.

To the north, five thousand miles away, in a small town that is not too prosperous.

Yuan Yizheng walked into a tavern, ordered a few dishes, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "The business is finally negotiated." Now you can rest assured. That's a whole year's worth of expenses. As he spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted to one side, revealing a heartfelt smile.

At this moment, a fat woman walked in from outside the tavern. She ordered a bowl of noodles on the counter and walked to the wine table, inadvertently noticed Yuan Yizheng, who was drinking comfortably, walked over with a smile, and asked kindly, "Yo." This is not the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Yizheng. Why are you so happy?"

Yuan Yizheng recognized that the person was a famous monk in the town, took a bowl, poured wine, pushed it to the other party, and said generously: "It turned out to be you." Long time no see. Have a drink. I have just negotiated a deal, and the family's food rations for at least the next year have been solved. ”

The fat woman nodded suddenly, drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, wiped the wine stains from the corners of her mouth like a man, and said, "I see." Congratulations, congratulations. He clasped his hands into fists and congratulated Yuan Yizheng. At this time, a past event was remembered in my mind. She asked with interest, "That's right." Yuan Zhuang owner. How's your son's business? It should be done, right?"

"Son?" Yuan Yizheng was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Do you mean Fei'er?"

The fat woman nodded, kept smiling, and replied, "yes." Not long ago, he went to the black market in Black Pine City to recruit a group of monks to kill people, and I happened to see him. I saw that Ling Lang was angry at that time, he should have killed the enemy. How's that going? Is that enemy dead?"

Yuan Yizheng's face showed a deeper look of confusion. He shook his head and said, "I've never heard that Fei'er was going to kill someone? Although our Yuan family does have enemies, Fei'er is my adopted son, and it has nothing to do with my Yuan family's enemies, the Feng family. He hadn't been bullied before, it was really strange, how could he go to the black market to find a killer to kill people? Where is such a person?"

The fat woman saw that the more he talked, the more confused she became, and she knew that she shouldn't mention it again, so she clenched her fists and got up to leave.

Yuan Yizheng grabbed the fat woman and asked, "Do you know who he wants to kill?"

The fat woman's eyes flashed with remembrance. She thought for a moment, shook her head, and replied regretfully, "I'm sorry, I didn't stay in the black market for too long, and I didn't remember hearing who he was going to kill." ”

Yuan Yizheng let go of his hand in disappointment. But at this moment, the appearance of a man suddenly came to mind. The more he thought about this person, the more uneasy he felt, the more he thought about it, the more sure he became, and finally, he slapped the table anxiously and said, "Oh no! Qiu'er!It must be Qiu'er!" flew out of the tavern, turned into a ray of light, and disappeared into the distant sky. (To be continued......)