"Well, what can you do?" Song Que looked at Su Ze.

In fact, it is asking: How can you be virtuous?

"Break it with force!" Su Ze said very simply: "In terms of public opinion, resourcefulness, and human feelings, we are not as good as Cihang Jingzhai, so we can simply break it with force! ”

"Do you know that Xie Hui of Duzun Castle is my brother, a friend of life and death?" Song Que pressed Su Ze with momentum.

Su Ze smiled faintly and said calmly: "I not only know that Xie Hui is your brother or in-laws, but I also know that Xie Hui will inevitably betray you!"

"Why?"

"Because of the existence of Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui, Xie Hui will inevitably surrender for her. ”

"Heavenly Sword" Song Que and "Martial Arts Judge" Xie Hui are both in love with Fan Qinghui, which is a fact that everyone in the martial arts knows.

"Van Qinghui"

Song Que read the name, and his heart was full of bitterness.

Su Ze stuck a knife in his heart again:

"When she was young, Fanqing Huimei was so beautiful that it was hard to believe, even if she saw it, she still didn't believe that there was such a person in the mortal world, and the concubine Xuan had her true biography in this regard.

That is the phenomenon of cultivating the immortalization of the Cihang Sword Codex.

Shi Fei Xuan has climbed to the realm of sword heart and clarity, and she is better than Qinghui's heart. ”

Song Que glanced at Su Ze, and this glance was full of vicissitudes.

Song Que's demeanor returned to calm and leisurely, and said lightly: "Life is not as expected, and it is always eight or nine times out of ten."

When I met Qinghui, it was a night when the moon was shining. At that time, I was your age, Bi Xiuxin had not yet debuted, and I never told anyone about it. ”

Looking at the sky again, he sighed lightly and said

"When Bixiuxin was humiliated by Shi Zhixuan's traitor, Qinghui went down the mountain for the second time, and I met her again, with a gap of more than ten years.

When I first met her, I was still an unknown person, but the power of Yueshan, the 'Badao', was in full swing, and Qinghui had already looked at me differently, and swam with me arm-in-arm, talking about the current situation in the world, the rise and fall of ancient and modern chaos. ”

"Talking deeply, Lord Song doesn't plan to let me go, right?" Su Ze suddenly interjected.

"Haha, you kid is very self-aware. Now that you stimulate me to confide in the past, do you still want to get out alive?" Song Que laughed.

"Lord Song's inner words have been held in my heart for many years, right? Then let's talk about it to my heart's content, I listened to it. "Su Ze can still be as plain as water.

Song Que glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "For decades, I haven't dared to think of her. Do you understand that feeling? It's so painful to miss it!"

Su Ze took the opportunity to ask, "Then why don't you murmur together?"

Song Que smiled bitterly: "What's the difference between not being together?"

I can only choose between Dao Dao and Fan Qinghui, assuming that she betrays Cihang Jingzhai to come from me, I am sure that Song does not have this kind of achievement today.

Outside of the sword, there is nothing else to pay a price, and it is a very cruel price.

She and I also have opposite political views, if we come together, one of them must change, but I will never change my beliefs.

So when we started, we knew there would be no results. ”

"Well, spiritual love. Su Ze nodded with deep feeling.

"It's a pity, Lord Song is not a big devil, otherwise Fan Qinghui will definitely give up everything and sacrifice himself to feed the devil!"

"I don't allow you to say that about Qinghui, she is holy!" Song Que couldn't bear it anymore and took the case.

Song Que pressed his hand on the wall, and with a "zheng" sound, one of the knives made a groan as if it had come to life, and it jumped out of the sheath, which was no different from holding the handle of the knife in someone's hand and pulling it out, and it was cold in people's hearts.

Song Que grabbed it again through the void, and the thick-backed big knife fell into the grasp of his left hand stretched out to Heng Yi as if it were pulling an invisible rope.

Strange changes are sudden.

Su Ze felt that at the moment when the thick-backed broadsword fell into Song Que's grasp, Song Que's person and the knife merged into an inseparable and integrated whole, which was completely a strong and profound feeling, subtle and indescribable.

Song Que's eyes shone brightly at the same time, covering Su Ze, making Su Ze feel that there was no part of his body inside and outside that could be concealed from the observation of this master who was known as the world's number one knife master, and he was seen through it, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow.

At the moment when Song Que took the knife, an invisible but solid sword qi like an iron wall was forced towards Su Ze with Song Que as the center, making him have to resist with luck, and even more so to force himself to surge up his fighting spirit, otherwise he would inevitably be frightened and collapse without a fight.

Song Que's eyes roamed back and forth on the blade of the knife, and said softly: "This knife is called Narcissus, and I have created the "Eight Tricks of the Heavenly Knife" for the characteristics of this knife, with ten knives per knife, a total of eighty knives. The knife is ruthless, Su Ze boy, be careful!"

Su Ze also stood up and said with a smile: "In terms of sword technique, I really don't have anything more subtle than the 'Eight Techniques of Heavenly Sword' in my hands, so I can only use my strength to break the skill." ”

He stretched out his right hand, but suddenly a big stick appeared. The arm is thick and thin, and there is a golden hoop on it.

"This rod is a wishful golden hoop stick, which is transformed by my divine thoughts. The length and weight are as desired, and they can be changed at any time. ”

Song Que slashed with a knife.

His spirit and the blade in his hand are combined into one, and they become one, reaching the wonderful realm of "meaning is the knife, the knife is the meaning", and even "there is nothing else except the knife".

Su Ze waved the stick to meet him without inferiority, and among the stick techniques he knew, only the beggar gang's "dog beating stick method" move was quite subtle.

Song Que's knife is fast, and Su Ze's stick is not slow.

In the blink of an eye, two weapons had been met.

With a bang, countless sparks burst out.

"Come again!"

Su Ze fought vigorously, without any tricks, just a round stick and slammed hard.

Although Song Que's sword technique had countless subtle changes, it couldn't stand Su Ze's speed.

Before the trick was fully deployed, Su Ze's big stick had already been knocked countless times.

Song Que was helpless, so he could only fight hard.

But Su Ze's stick is not only fast, but also powerful.

The collision again and again shook Song Que's arm sore.

Song Que wants to cry without tears, why don't you kid follow the routine? We compare the subtle moves, not the barbaric bull power.

"Make you look down on me! Make you want to kill me! Let you not marry your daughter to me!"

The more Su Ze hit, the more excited he became, and the harder he hit.

It's just that the last reason is wrong, right? Song Yuzhi has already had a deep love affair with Kou Zhong, do you still want to snatch love?

"Stop, stop," Song Que shouted.

"Stop, what's the stop? Your graceful demeanor murmurs? Aren't you the first person in the world to use swordsmanship? Aren't you the world's top master?"

Su Ze's big stick danced like a windmill.

Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken!

Song Que couldn't take full precautions, and was knocked on his body by a big stick, it really hurt!

Su Ze, this bastard boy, even has thunder and lightning on the stick!

The slightest flash of thunder, even if it didn't hit the body. The big stick collided with the thick-backed big knife, and it also transmitted thunder and lightning to Song Que.

Song Que's whole body was jumped up by electricity, and his hair stood straight up.

He exhaled a puff of black smoke: "Stop fighting, I admit defeat!"