The sword is like a streamer, like the waves of autumn water, very beautiful.

Pretty often means danger, and under the dazzling light of beauty, it is often fatal.

The moment Mu Qingshan fell from the top of the main hall, a snow-white and shiny long sword struck him from the side and hit him in an ambush.

"Humph!"

At this moment, Mu Qingshan sneered, confident, and unflustered: "I knew that you must be ......"

As he spoke, his long sword fell from the sky, blocking the snow-white long sword. The blade rubbed, and a string of brilliant sparks flickered in the air. It's like fireworks in the night sky, burning and then disappearing immediately.

However, the spark is gone, but the sword light is still there.

Jun Bu appeared in the main hall, carrying a long sword with an indifferent expression. Also, above the main hall, there is no reason for him not to know about the big movement.

Since Mu Qingshan made it clear that he was going to trouble him. Then there is nothing wrong with him striking first. Nipping danger in the bud is what smart people should do.

Besides, there's nothing to say about it, just one word.

Kill......

Jun Bu gently waved the snow-white long sword in the air, and a cold sword light appeared in the air again. The sword light was as cold as the moon, silent, but full of a murderous aura.

This is a killer swordsmanship, the sword is ruthless, and there is no place to turn around.

"Good time."

Mu Qingshan screamed and found Jun Buful's trace, which made him very happy. In the excitement, he thought in his heart, and the long sword flying in the air also circled around and returned to his hand.

He can also be regarded as a self-aware and well-known master of his "swordsmanship", which scares the little knowledgeable and half-masters. That's not a big deal.

But when encountering a real master, the speed at which the soldier's soul flies is not as fast as other people's swords. A sword to fly, the so-called sword control skills, must be goofs.

Mu Qingshan can't afford to lose this face.

Therefore, instead of losing face in front of experts, it is better to fight for strength. Mu Qingshan also has self-confidence, and his own strength is not necessarily much worse than Jun Zheng.

This is also true.

The two are also masters of using swords. But the styles are very different.

Jun is useless with a fast sword, the sword is sharp, and the pursuit is speed. One sword is faster than the other, like a raging storm, wave after wave, making people breathless.

Only attacking and not defending, this is absolute self-confidence, sweeping everything. It is full of oppression.

Mu Qingshan's swordsmanship is not bad. His swordsmanship is unpredictable, like clouds in the mountains after rain. From time to time, from time to time, from time to time, from

When two people play each other, it can really be described as a chess opponent. Find one's match. Between the sword qi, the antiques and antiques in the hall are unlucky.

The sound of ping-pong. And so on.

Looking at the vases one by one, or on the display table, they were hit and shattered by the sword qi. Or in the midst of the strong wind sweeping, falling to the ground and breaking, Manager Bao's heart is constantly dripping blood.

Some of the picture scrolls on the wall, when the sword light is intertwined, are twisted into pieces of paper, and they are fluttering in the air, like butterflies.

In addition, one by one, the ornaments are flattened, broken, broken, cracked, and turned into powder and slag.

Seeing such a situation, Manager Bao was directly insensitive, completely stupid, and cried silently. The loss of the main hall is huge, it has exceeded tens of millions, and he must not be able to afford this thing......

When I turned around, I wanted to take a piece of tofu and hit my head to death.

There is no greater sorrow than death.

Manager Bao was completely desperate, so he simply gave up on himself, squatted down directly, and hugged his head to watch the excitement.

Not to mention, if you stand from the perspective of a third party, the fight between two people is really pleasing to the eye.

Between the flashes of sword light, the two of them were in the main hall, flickering and moving. One moment in the air, one moment on the ground, and sometimes, on the temple beams, every inch of space, there are their figures.

Especially when the blade hits, it produces a puff of sparks.

The starlight shimmers, as if fireflies fly by in the night, and the scene is very magnificent.

However, this magnificent scene comes at a great cost.

The entire gorgeous hall has become potholed and riddled with holes in an instant.

The walls of each room were mostly torn down.

Looking at the appearance of the two of them, it seems that they will not tear down the main hall, and they are afraid that they will not stop.

The most terrifying thing is that they still have the strength to demolish the temple.

Looking at the shaky palace, which seemed to be collapsing, under extreme fear, Guan Zhao calmed down, and after swallowing his throat hard, he reached out and hooked Qi Xiang's shoulder with a trembling hand, and whimpered: "Brother...... I'm ...... Let's go, we can't stay in ...... anymore Here it is. ”

"Yes, yes, yes......"

Manager Bao's teeth chattered, and he agreed: "Hurry up, get out of here......"

A small life matters, and it is better to die late than early.

Over the years, he has been saddle up for the boss a lot, without credit, and with hard work. Perhaps, the boss spared his life for the sake of his hard work for many years, so why rush to seek death.

Besides, even if this is a man-made disaster, it is similar to a natural disaster, and it is a factor that cannot be resisted by human beings.

A group of nursing homes, there is no way. He is a dead fat man, how can he have the power to save the sky?

Manager Bao is a little at ease when he is like this.

So without hesitation, I called Qi Xiang and Guan to withdraw together.

"Go ......"

The big fat man and the little fat man supported each other, trembling and cats, like two balls of meat, moving towards the door little by little.

Qi Xiang raised his eyebrows and followed.

Anyway, now, with the picture in hand, two people can fight, it has nothing to do with him. Besides, looking at their equal strength, it is estimated that they may not be able to distinguish the winner from the loser after two or three days.

Since this is the case, let them continue to fight, as long as they are tired of fighting, they will naturally stop.

With such a thought, Qi Xiang was silent, followed behind Manager Bao and Guan Xin, and soon arrived at the door, seeing that he was about to walk out of the palace smoothly.

At this moment, Manager Bao and Guan suddenly stopped.

"Why don't you go?" Qi Xiang is a little strange, the exit is right in front of him, as long as he takes one more step, he will be able to get out. Why did the two of them suddenly freeze?

Manager Bao and Guan Zhao, the volume of his body is relatively large, which is equivalent to two screens, blocking his view.

The screen didn't move, he felt that something was wrong, moved slightly, left the barrier of the two mountains of meat, and saw the situation outside the palace.

At first glance, Qi Xiang's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart sank slightly.

Between the lightning and the fire. He suddenly thought of it, and took care of what he hadn't said just now. When I was in the box, I once passed a sentence. In the clubhouse, there are not only masters, but also the last line of defense.

At this moment, Qi Xiang finally understood what the last line of defense was.

"Gun ......"

At this time, outside the palace. I don't know what it started, but suddenly there were hundreds of people in ambush.

These people, silently lurking around, surrounded the palace. Most importantly. In each of them, they were holding a gun, and the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at them.

And no wonder. When he walked to the door, Manager Bao and Guan didn't dare to move anymore. Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, the two people were all over their bodies. Sweat was pouring constantly, and my clothes were soaking wet, and I almost collapsed.

"Menghu ......"

After a long time, Manager Bao reacted, immediately raised his hands, his voice was urgent and small, and he said in a suppressed voice: "It's me, don't shoot......"

Take care of the same, trembling, afraid that if someone suddenly goes off, he will also be shot and destroyed.

Qi Xiang's expression was a little more cautious, and he asked softly, "Is that a real gun?" ”

“…… Replica gun! ”

Guan Bao's voice trembled: "However, the power of bullets is not small, and they can kill people." ”

Qi Xiang suddenly knew that at this time, he would not lie.

More than a hundred guns, even if they are imitation guns, even if they are only half as powerful as real guns. But once there are many of them, the lethality must be extremely terrifying.

And these gunners, at a glance, know that they are well-trained. Perhaps, he is still a veteran of the army and a good hand at playing with guns. From their resolute and cold eyes, they knew that they were not showy, but really dared to shoot.

Here, in the end, is it a golden nest or a tiger's den in Longtan.

Qi Xiang looked at the gunman outside, and then looked back at Jun Buyi and Mu Qingshan, who were still fighting.

"I'm dying, I don't know yet, it's really ...... Stupidity. ”

Qi Xiang shook his head and suddenly shouted: "Don't fight, there is an ambush outside, more than a hundred guns, aimed here, just waiting to hunt you down." ”

Qi Xiang's voice reached the ears of the two of them, which naturally made their sword momentum stagnate. Immediately, the two of them rose from the ground, like two sky-high cranes, directly breaking through the top of the main hall and appearing high in the sky.

"Hit ......"

Caught off guard, someone was outside giving orders.

"Knock knock!"

"Beep!"

In an instant, the vast clubhouse suddenly sounded with deafening heavy metal rock music, and the sound of firecrackers resounded in the sky.

The two voices are mixed, and it is a hundred times noisier than the lively vegetable market.

In the midst of the noise, bullets were sprayed out of imitation guns, intertwining, colliding, flying, and scattering in the air......

Of course, in the field, only Qi Xiang could capture the trajectory of bullets in the air.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a different scene. They just saw that in the midst of the gunsmoke, the two people in the air suddenly joined forces, rolling up dense sword light around them.

"Dingdingding......"

The bullet hit the sword light, and the fire was as brilliant as fireworks.

During this period, it was accompanied by a muffled snort, and I don't know who was shot and saw blood.

"Whoa!"

The two of them fell into the hall again, their expressions solemn, cold as frost, and exuding a thick murderous aura.

Of course, this murderous aura is not aimed at the other party, but at the people outside.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot."

At the same moment, Guan and Manager Bao were so frightened that they fell directly on the threshold, holding their heads in their hands and trembling.

Without the barrier of the "screen", Qi Xiang stood in the doorway, facing the rain of bullets...... (To be continued.) )