As a partner, even if you don't learn much, you often do things together, and everyone has some accuracy in their hearts about what the other party's strength is.

Regarding the strength of the big man, the sick young man can be regarded as having some understanding, and he should be a line worse than himself. But now it seems that it is a bit of a side by side.

"Looks like I'm going to work hard......"

The sickly young man's eyes flickered, but the willow leaf flying knife in his hand was clasped in his hand and was not launched. He felt that the big man alone was enough to deal with Qi Xiang, and he didn't need to make up for it.

Besides, at this time, Qi Xiang seemed to be scared stupid, and the whole person was motionless.

It is clear that the end is doomed.

At the right time, the sick young man put away the knife, turned around and said, "Ah Biao, you solve him, and I'll deal with the two outside." ”

"Boom!"

At the moment when the sick young man turned around, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned around again. Then he saw the burly body of a big man, along with a wall in the room, rushing towards him.

"What's going on......"

The sick young man was startled and stunned, and hurriedly jumped and dodged.

"Bang!"

The big man slammed on the ground, his thick arm seemed to be broken, a piece of white bone came out of the flesh, blood splattered and gushed, and he sweated profusely, his lips squirmed, and with a pop, he squirted and fainted.

In a face-to-face effort, he lost half of his life.

"Ah Biao ......"

The sick young man was shocked, and then his ten fingers, which were still slender, touched his clothes, and there were seven or eight willow leaf flying knives between his fingers. These knives are small, as thin as willow leaves, but they are sharp.

Throwing knives in hand. His mind must have shot in an instant.

Eight lancets, scattered differently, erratic, from different directions, from different angles. The shuttle is like electricity.

This can also be regarded as his famous stunt, chasing the soul with eight knives!

At the same time, the sick young man's stomach suddenly bulged, and he surged up in one breath, but he was holding it on his face. If anyone looked closely, they would notice that his cheeks suddenly swelled like a big bun.

"Poof!"

Suddenly. The sickly young man opened his mouth, and in the subtle sound of an air explosion, an even smaller lancet flew away, trembling slightly in the air, and then suddenly disappeared, as if invisible.

Wait until the small lancet reappears again. It has been pierced directly in Qi Xiang's heart.

Eight knives chase the soul, and nine knives kill you.

The ninth knife that kills you. This is his killer weapon, the kung fu at the bottom of the box.

Over the years, he has relied on this hand to defeat many enemies who are stronger than him.

After seeing the miserable situation of the big man, the sick young man knew that Qi Xiang was very strong. At least better than him. Therefore, he didn't dare to wait, nor did he dare to try, as soon as he made a move, it was a killer move.

The ninth knife squirted out, and the sick young man couldn't help coughing violently. It's out of breath. On the pale face, an abnormal red tide appeared. Most of the reasons for his illness are at the root of this ninth sword.

With the breath of the heart, promote the outbreak of the ninth knife.

That speed was several times that of the flying knife in his hand. The knife is fast and almost invisible. If you even miss this knife, you will miss it. Then he has only one way to die.

So although the sick young man coughed badly, his eyes widened, staring at Qi Xiang, and he was shouting in his heart: "Pierce him, pierce him, you must be ......"

As a result, he was disappointed.

Chasing souls, criss-crossed, it seems to be very sharp, but in fact it is just a cover for confusing people. Qi Xiang didn't move at all, and the eight knives flew diagonally beside him.

Only the ninth knife that killed him made him startled, and his face was a little moved.

"Breath to the ......"

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qi Xiang's body shook like smoke and disappeared in the corridor.

The ninth deadly knife of the sick youth passed through the afterimage he left behind, through another wall, and then deep into the wall at the end of a room.

I'm afraid that even a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate can penetrate this power. The problem is that if you can't hit the enemy, you can't kill the target, and no matter how powerful your skills are, you're a waste.

At first glance, the sick young man made a quick decision, and he didn't care about the big man who couldn't afford to be seriously injured, so he turned around and broke down the door and fled, calling at the same time: "Boss, Awan, help......

Qi Xiang was not in a hurry, but unhurried, and followed behind the sick young man to the core area of the main hall.

It is no longer a place for guests to eat, drink and have fun, but the office of the owner of Dangui Heavenly Palace.

At this moment, the staff who worked in the office were also slaughtered.

Many of them were tortured and killed. Looking at the marks on the corpses, you can know that they must have endured some severe torture before being killed.

However, the sick young man fled here, but suddenly disappeared.

Qi Xiang's eyes swept away, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of running water. The source of the sound was in the northwest direction, in a room with a closed doorway.

At the right time, Qi Xiang's heart moved, and he suddenly kicked under his feet. A chair whizzed away and slammed into the door of the room. With a bang, the door exploded, and the vision suddenly opened up.

"It's ......"

Qi Xiang stared, and saw that in the spacious room, there was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears who was full of blessings, tied to a chair. He had a towel in his mouth and was covered in scars.

Especially on the arm, it is still bleeding.

The sound of ticking, ticking, was just as the blood dripped on the ground, forming a small pool of blood.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Seeing Qi Xiang, the middle-aged man's eyes revealed an ecstatic brilliance, full of pleading. His fat body wanted to struggle.

However, a strong rope of cow tendon was firmly tied to his body. He struggled, and then tightened into his flesh, and a trace of blood and sweat oozed directly, making his face distort in pain.

Qi Xiang glanced at it and knew that the middle-aged man should be the boss of Dangui Heavenly Palace.

"What will be their goal?"

Qi Xiang fell into deep thought, the boss of the Dangui Heavenly Palace was not dead, and the scars of torture on his body should have been tortured to ask about some confidential things.

At first, he thought. The gang of door thieves is desperate to destroy people all over the house in order to rob money.

After all, the entire Dangui Heavenly Palace, which is making money every day, has definitely accumulated a huge fortune over the years. It is understandable that this gang has been frenzied.

But now it seems that things may not be so simple.

"Is it ......?"

Qi Xiang thought of a possibility, and lost his mind a little.

At this moment, a sword light fell from the sky, like the Milky Way flying straight out, rushing like thunder. The sword light is very fast, as if it is dedicated to stabbing the king, like a comet hitting the moon. Ruthless and accurate, he wants to kill with one blow.

"Coming?"

Qi Xiang flashed carelessly, and his body moved three feet horizontally, just avoiding the range of the sword momentum.

In desperation, as soon as the sword light was collected, it condensed into an unstoppable light, turning an arc on the ground, like a white rainbow running through the sun. ran to Qi Xiang again.

"Huh?"

At this time, Qi Xiang was calm. Seeing this swordsmanship, I vaguely felt a little familiar.

"Killer Sword!"

Qi Xiang thought about it, and immediately felt a little stunned. That's right, it's the killer's swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship is ruthless, simple, and neat.

The sword is out and there is no return. Nothing fancy and superfluous.

The purpose of this sword technique is to kill people. Every move, every style, everywhere does not deviate from the enemy's vital points. And in swordsmanship, there are no defensive moves.

Because. The killer firmly believes that as long as his sword is fast enough, he naturally does not need to defend.

Attacking instead of defending is the essence of this swordsmanship.

Qi Xiang had seen a swordsmanship like this before, and he was relatively familiar with it, so he remembered it when he saw it.

"Heaven's Gate ......"

Qi Xiang suddenly spoke: "Are you from Tianmen?" ”

Hearing this, the rushing sword light suddenly froze slightly. Immediately, the condensed sword light suddenly bloomed with ten thousand golden lights, like the rising sun in the east, very blazing.

"Even if you change your moves, you can still see the traces of the Heavenly Gate Killer Sword."

Qi Xiang commented: "However, the heat is too bad, and I didn't get the samadhi." I have seen a person, his killer swordsmanship, as soon as it comes out of the sheath, he will see blood, and the sword moves are varied, which is really difficult to know like yin, and moving like thunder. ”

"Compared to him, you...... Too far away, too far away. ”

Qi Xiang was in the sword light in the sky, as if he was taking a leisurely walk, easily avoiding the ten thousand golden lights, and then did not attack at all, but just pressed with his pace.

He just approached the person who wielded the sword step by step, which was enough to make that person's sword technique slightly panic and gradually disintegrate.

This process is simple to say.

In fact, only those who are immersed in the scene can understand the horror of Qi Xiang. For example, Awan, who claims to be a master of swordsmanship, is now slowly pouring out dense hot sweat on his forehead, but he doesn't dare to reach out and wipe it.

"Where did the monster ......?"

Awan's heart was furious, and he felt very strained. Every step Qi Xiang took was deliberately aimed at the flaws in his swordsmanship, and it was also aimed at the empty door on his body.

If he didn't return to defense in time, as long as Qi Xiang handed over his hand at will, he could directly break his sword move. However, this is a master, a terrible master, if the sword move is broken, the other party will definitely kill him as soon as he makes a move......

All of a sudden, Awan not only sweated on his forehead, but also sweated like mercury on his chest and back, soaking his clothes.

That's it, under the pressure of Qi Xiang step by step, Awan also had to retreat step by step. However, after retreating a dozen steps, I have reached the wall, and there is no way to retreat.

"Agu ......"

In desperation, he had to shout: "Kill! ”

Break the cauldron and fight against the water.

Awan gritted his teeth, and the blood surged to his heart, making him fight hard. At this time, he didn't dare to have the slightest reservation, and he didn't care about covering up the flaws in his swordsmanship.

The sword is like a comet hitting the moon, and the white rainbow runs through the sun, full of momentum that will never return.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

The sword style is like poetry, and it is easy to be cold!

The sword is tragic, tragic, overwhelming, and fierce......

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