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Ye Qiong's gaze suddenly stopped on the white-background wall of the room, and there was actually a long knife hanging in a glass frame, the scabbard style was simple, and the expensive and luxurious items before were out of place.

"Famous knives?"

Ye Qiong was puzzled, raised his finger, and the glass frame with the knife embedded in it broke away and fell onto his hand.

With a vigorous shake of his hands, the vitreous shattered in response, and he held the embedded knife in his hand, which had enough weight to be a noble artwork that he could not use in his imagination.

Ye Qiong held the handle of the knife with a simple pattern, and gently pulled out the long knife, the blade was unsheathed, and a touch of shining silver-white cold light flowed, the blade was as clean as snow without any dust and flaws, and the edge was as thin as a cicada's wings, and there was no doubt that the hair was blown and broken.

His eyes were bright, and he pulled the knife completely out of its scabbard, and the blade was long and narrow, like a bend of bright autumn water, and like a small crescent moon.

With a flick of the fingers, the blade of the knife kept trembling, and the sound was as crisp as a dragon's roar.

"Good knife!" Ye Qiong couldn't help but admire, full of like, although this knife didn't know where it came from - the twelve or twenty-one works of the big fast knife were still not famous, but it was absolutely extraordinary.

Ye Qiong had really never come into contact with the famous sword fast knife series since he cultivated the Dark Night Stream, and now he was fortunate enough to get an extremely high-quality knife.

Instead of being placed on the wall as a work of art by the Tianlong nobles to admire, it is better to follow him to face the battlefield of the strong.

Swords have always been soldiers of slaughter, and not drinking drenched blood has always been the greatest shame for them.

"Since you're with me, you'll be called 'Snow Fall' in the future. ”

Ye Qiong laughed, held the snow in his hand, and swung it upwards hard, revealing his edge, and a round of sword light burst upwards like a black crescent, tearing through the air, and Ling Li's sword qi easily cut through the entire house with a solid texture.

He stomped on the ground and rushed out of the incision of the house overhead.

Standing on the roof of the house, you can clearly see the flames in the slave area of the holy land in the distance, constantly burning and spreading to other places, and most of the fat-headed and big-eared Tianlong people who heard the sound everywhere are still holding slaves who are walking dogs out to watch the excitement.

Born in sorrow, and died in peace.

Being comfortable on the top for so long has already made these Celestial Dragons have no dangerous concept of facing it.

"Don't do it, don't stop it......" Ye Qiong's mouth sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes also showed a cold glow of cold and murderous intent.

Now, the relationship with the world government has reached the point of irreconcilability, it is better to let them have an angry headache or a painful realization.

"Didn't the Navy call me a 'demon', so let's show you the bloody methods of being a demon. ”

Ye Qiong retracted the snowfall, stretched out the huge ROOM body with both hands, and then controlled the compression inside.

The huge body of air inside is compressed by the circular space, and finally the basketball court is condensed into a basketball-sized round ball of light.

The ball of light was held in the palm of his hand, and after looking at a densely populated place, he simply threw it over.

A faintly luminous ball of light pierced the night sky, like a meteor, and fell to the ground under the surprised gaze of some Celestial Dragons.

One moment it was silent, the next-

Rumble!!!

A little light as bright as day shone at the landing point, and then the terrifying power burst open, and the scorching and violent waves of air boiled, crushing in all directions with a central point, sweeping the holy land, and the nearest gorgeous buildings were instantly crushed into powder, and the dust and waves were churning upside down, pushing horizontally a mile away, and the affected buildings also shattered and collapsed.

The Draconians in it didn't even have time to howl before they turned into powder.

"Oh, this is what is called the descendants of God, you - you have nothing of power. Ye Qiong sneered.

This is the nature of this world, the law of the jungle.

Killing a group of Celestial Dragons is really less guilty than killing a pig.

Looking at a circular ruin with a radius of several miles or so protruding under the smoke and dust in the sky and the night, Ye Qiong nodded with satisfaction, and once again propped up the huge circular space with both hands, and repeatedly compressed it into an air bullet.

"Buy one, get one free, and I'll get you another one. Ye Qiong smiled devilishly and threw the air bomb towards another intact area.

The air bullet pierced the sky like a meteor, and when it was about to fall, a sword qi struck like lightning, and the sword light resisted the fall of the circular air bullet.

The condensed air bomb was picked open by the long sword under Ye Qiong's surprised gaze, and rushed up to the sky, and finally exploded like a thunderbolt, with an astonishing power, and the momentum was huge but did not affect the holy land.

One moment is as bright as day, and night becomes day.

Ye Qiong frowned, and subconsciously pulled out the snow falling, twelve points of vigilance.

An old man with a sword landed on the top of a building not far away, wearing glasses and wearing a simple traditional kendo robe.

"Hmm...... The 'demon' Ye Qiong with a bounty of 500 million. The sword-wielding old man's eyes were sharp, and he judged his identity at once, and his voice was vigorous and powerful, not giving others the slightest feeling of decay and aging.

Ye Qiong's pupils contracted, and he also guessed the identity of the other party.

Rushing to the holy land so quickly, he is an old man with a sword, and he has the sword skill of picking up air bullets, and he is only one of the five old stars.

Forty years ago, the peerless swordsman who defeated his master who had just won the title of 'World Great Swordsman' in a dozen moves. According to the judgment of his master Night Emperor, the swordsman in front of him, one of the five old stars, has unfathomable strength, and it is definitely not an existence that he can compete with at present.

Before this, he had imagined the appearance of a peerless swordsman destined to be an enemy in the future many times, but he didn't expect to meet him here so soon, and at first glance, it turned out to be just a white-haired old man who knew the destiny of heaven.

But it was such an ordinary old man who looked a little sharp in his eyes and had been in a high position for a long time with a hint of majesty, which brought Ye Qiong a terrifying pressure like an abyss, making his whole body tense infinitely.

When the impetuousness of being a swordsman is completely precipitated, and the sharp energy of the edge is hidden and converged, the mystery of the sword technique is even more unimaginably terrifying.

"Five old stars, long admired the name. Ye Qiong looked straight at the road, clenched the handle of the knife falling by the snow, and the tip of the knife was straight to the old man, it was one thing to be afraid, and it was another thing to be afraid.

If he fled directly today, he didn't even dare to make a move, let alone defeat and override in the future.

"Oh?" The old man was slightly surprised, and he didn't know if it was because Ye Qiong saw his identity or knew the names of the five old stars but didn't show timidity. His fingers stroked the blade of the sword, like a puddle of autumn water, without the slightest murderous aura.

Ye Qiong's expression froze, but he secretly sighed that he had already fallen half of his momentum.

He stepped on the tiles of the palace, made a decisive move, and the armed color domineering covered the snow, and the opaque ink-black blade swung forward.

"The light of rice grains also dares to compete with the sun and the moon!"

The old man calmly looked at Ye Qiong, who was approaching at great speed, picked up the long sword in his hand, and the next moment, his whole body was like a rejuvenation, and his sharpness was revealed.

At this time, he was like a dusty peerless sword that wiped away the dust, revealing only a trace of edge, but it made the moonlight in the sky dim!

The snow-white and bright edge burst out, and the cold light shone on the holy land, tearing through the night sky and hitting the leaf dome that leaped into the sky.

"Night, Night!"

Ye Qiong held the snow and waved it down, but it was completely different from the old man's might, the black crescent moon was like this long night, destroying everything, and the light was going to be cut off.

Laugh at!

The powerful swords of the two sides collided with each other at great speed, and they were silenced in the air, along with the disembodied light and air.

The air wave churned and burst, and the two of them landed steadily on the roof of the building.

"Night Genre?" said the old man, whose glasses lit up slightly, and was surprised again.

"But you remember. Ye Qiong said coldly.

"Being able to fight with me for more than a dozen rounds of sword fighting, the Night Emperor is a rare opponent. The white-haired old man sighed slightly, and also guessed that Ye Qiong, who came out of the advancing city, was most likely a disciple who had inherited the Night Emperor's swordsmanship.

"Not necessarily. ”

Ye Qiong snorted coldly, forty years ago, the Night Emperor was amazing in the way of the sword, and in ten years, he created his own night stream and swept the world to obtain the name of "the world's first swordsman", if he was not defeated and imprisoned in the city, the Night Emperor who had reached the peak of the night school might not be defeated by the white-haired old man in front of him.

But he had to admit that the white-haired old man's attainments in swordsmanship and swordsmanship were indeed impressive, and the mountains looked up to him.

It's just a game of swordsmanship, which is inevitable, and retreating from difficulties has never been Ye Qiong's style.