The judge nodded: "I think so too!" ”

"So, do I have to die?" As soon as the word "death" came out, Wei Qing's sword had already been shot.

The judge sat at the table without getting up, he raised his pen, he had already sealed Wei Qing's sword, and slapped his left hand on the table, and a row of short arrows shot out of the table.

Wei Qing swung his sword and slashed down, just blocked the short arrow, the judge's iron pen had reached the face door, he just shot, not only shot out the short arrow, but also jumped up and stood on the table with the help of strength, the original short weapon now has the advantage, Wei Qing's sword is still under the table, there is no time to lift up, he leaned back hard, the whole body fell to the ground flatly, although he avoided the iron pen, but has exposed the whole body to the judge, the judge pounced downward, the iron pen hit Wei Qing's lower abdomen, this time Wei Qing can't dodge it anyway.

But Zhao Yueru stood behind Wei Qing, Zhao Yueru's sword had already struck, a sword struck the iron pen, and with a twist of the wrist, the sword hit the judge's right chest.

The judge's iron pen moved horizontally, sealing the sword's momentum, but Zhao Yueru did not change her moves, she scolded coquettishly, strengthened the sword, pushed away the iron pen, and stabbed the judge's right chest with a sword.

The judge screamed and fell backwards, and as soon as Zhao Yueru's sword left the judge's right chest, it had already pierced into the judge's lower abdomen.

The judge slammed down on the table, and there was a sharp crack, and the mechanism of the table was triggered again, and a row of short arrows shot out, all into the body of the judge who was standing in front of the table.

Wei Qing got up from the ground, touched the big green bag knocked out of the back of his head, and inhaled in pain.

"How did you get so strong!" Wei Qing asked Zhao Yueru, the judge had obviously sealed Zhao Yueru's sword with an iron pen, but she still forcibly took out the sword to kill the judge, this person who has no strength in his hands can't do it, when did this weak woman become a martial arts master.

Zhao Yueru shook her head: "My strength has not grown, and your strength has not decreased, I just watched him write my name more seriously!" ”

Wei Qing was a little dizzy when he heard it.

Zhao Yueru pushed away the judge's corpse and pointed to the word "Wei" he wrote for Wei Qing to see.

Wei Qing looked at it for a while, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips: "So that's the case!" ”

What does it mean that the Wei character written by the judge, when it is written vertically, is drawn with silver hooks and iron, and it is divided into three points, but when it is written horizontally, it is written in different shades, what does this mean? This shows that the judge does not have enough strength when he does the "writing horizontal" movement, and if he does not have enough strength when he writes horizontally, what happens when he has to seal the opponent's sword horizontally with an iron pen.

So Zhao Yueru said, because she watched the judge write more seriously.

"Let's keep walking!" Wei Qing said: "Be careful, there may be people blocking the road ahead!" ”

He turned, opened the way, and continued on.

Zhao Yueru followed behind Wei Qing, her heart was beating hard, she felt that her hands seemed to be a little feverish, and her face was also a little feverish, she hoped that these people were just hired by Gu Weidong to kill Wei Qing, and they would not be unfavorable to her uncle.

Sure enough, there was a man in front of him, a man who planted the land, but he did not plant crops or trees.

He planted a short sword.

The path is not wide, and there are rows and rows of short swords densely planted on the path, the hilt of the sword is planted in the ground, the blade is exposed on the ground, and the blade is dark blue, this is not only a sword, but also a poisonous sword.

The man had planted a short sword with a distance of three feet on the path, and seemed to be very satisfied with his results, and was sitting on the road resting, with a dozen short swords beside him.

Wei Qing stood by the short sword, looking at the farmer who planted the sword from a distance, and the farmer also looked at Wei Qing.

"You are humans and ghosts!" The farmer shouted at the top of his throat.

"We are human!" Wei Qing actually replied seriously.

"So, get out of here!" The farmer seems to have finally figured out their type: "I am a sword farmer, and I grow swords to stab the feet of ghosts!" ”

"Your sword is not good!" Wei Qing said: "If you plant it like this, it won't be long before it will all wither!" ”

Jiannong was stunned.

He didn't expect his opponent to be able to talk nonsense than him: "Go back quickly!" The sword farmer was angry: "Don't trample on my sword field!" ”

Wei Qing sighed, turned around and walked back slowly, Zhao Yueru also turned around slowly, her hand had moved to the hilt of the sword.

Wei Qing suddenly turned around again, exerted force under his feet, and rushed towards Jiantian, the Chixiao Sword in his hand was swung out, and the swords on the ground were picked aside one after another, and in a blink of an eye, a way had been opened, and he rushed towards Jiannong.

Jian Nong was taken aback, he didn't expect Wei Qing's sword to be so sharp, he was almost stunned for a while, and when he reacted, Wei Qing was already close.

The sword farmer swung quickly, and three or four short swords were thrown at Wei Qing one after another, and Wei Qing's sword danced impenetrable in front of his chest, knocking down these flying swords one by one.

The sword farmer's hand shook, and a small sword with a three-foot iron chain struck out.

Wei Qing was about to attack, but Zhao Yueru stretched out her sword from behind Wei Qing and struck her sword on the chain.

The little sword was flying in a hurry, Zhao Yueru's sword hit the iron chain, the little sword with the iron chain circled several times, and it was already wrapped around Zhao Yueru's sword, the sword farmer was shocked, and hurriedly regained it, but he suddenly felt that he had no strength in his body.

He looked down and saw a blade glittering across his chest.

Wei Qing's sword had already pierced Jian Nong's chest.

Kennon fell.

His death is inevitable, in the life-and-death struggle, just one mistake is enough to be fatal, and he made two, he didn't expect Wei Qing to break through his sword field, and he didn't expect Zhao Yueru to actually entangle his flying sword with a sword, so he would definitely die.

Wei Qing wiped his palms, his palms were covered with cold sweat, he actually ran into two killers in a row along the way, Gu Weidong really didn't hesitate to spend his money! I just don't know if there's a killer ahead.

"Go ahead!" He said firmly.

At the end of the path, about two feet away from them, sat a man with a fishing rod in his hand, but not of wood, but of brass, and on it was a long rope with two rows of sharp blades tied up and down.

This man would never use it for fishing, and if he wanted to fish, he would also catch sharks.

The fishing rod and rope are long and long, and such a weapon is definitely suitable for long-distance fighting.

"Get out of the way!" Wei Qing shouted.

"Those who are presumptuous to the blood-eating fishermen will not end well in the end!" The fisherman replied coldly.

Wei Qing didn't fight back, he had already rushed out as soon as his figure was displayed.

Sometimes, no answer is the best answer.

The Blood-Eating Fisherman's hand shook, and the rope struck out with a sharp sound, and just halfway through the flight, the rope suddenly began to deform, forming circles one after another in the air, and the blades dazzled in the sunlight.

Wei Qing had no choice but to stop.

He originally thought that as long as he broke through the periphery, once he approached the Blood-Eating Fisherman, his fishing rod would lose its power, but he underestimated the Blood-Eating Fisherman too much, and now like this, the rope did not directly attack Wei Qing, but drew countless circles, each section could be attacked, the closer it was, the more attack points there were, although the Chixiao Sword was sharp, the rope of the Blood-Eating Fisherman was attacked from all different angles, and it did not collide with the sword at all, so it could only be lost in vain.

This weapon, which was only suitable for long-range attacks, became a sharp weapon suitable for both near and far in the hands of the Blood-Eating Fisherman.

Wei Qing stood there waiting, no matter how high his martial arts were, it was impossible for the rope to stop in the air forever, as long as the rope fell, he could rush up.

The rope did not fall.

The Blood-Eating Fisherman's hand seemed to be really fishing, his hand gently lying together, and the rope fluctuating wave after wave like a wave.

The blood-eating fisherman was also waiting, he saw Wei Qing's anxiety, and he wanted to wait for Wei Qing to take the bait.

Wei Qing sighed, he knew that he would definitely not take advantage of this time, this blood-eating fisherman was not only strong in martial arts, but also took advantage of the location, now he and Zhao Yueru were standing on the path, unable to move left and right, while the blood-eating fisherman was sitting at the end of the path, if necessary, he could advance, he could retreat, he could be left, or right, and he couldn't use the overlord bow, because the blood-eating fisherman was Zhao Yueru's uncle's mansion with a few palms behind him, if he used the overlord bow, whether he hit the blood-eating fisherman or not, the mansion would be seriously damaged.

This battle cannot be won in any way.

Wei Qing shouted loudly and rushed out, since he couldn't win, then fight well.

Zhao Yueru stomped her feet, and also raised her sword and rushed forward.

They bit the hook almost at the same time, and the hand of the blood-eating fisherman seemed to be an artist performing a hand shadow performance, constantly deforming, twisting, staggering, and shaking, and the rope had been woven into a net, a net full of sharp blades and glittering cold light, wrapping Zhao Yueru and Wei Qing tightly in the net.

Zhao Yueru and Wei Qing had no time to attack the Blood-Eating Fisherman, they could only deal with this net with all their might, and there were ropes and sharp blades everywhere around them.

Zhao Yueru had been cut three times by a sharp blade, her sword was dancing wildly in her hand, but she could never cope with the omnipresent sharp blade, she turned around, turned her back to Wei Qing, and retreated towards Wei Qing while swinging her sword.

Now there is only one way to defend against this terrible rope, and she and Wei Qing are back to back. It's not a good idea, but it's the only one available.

A smile appeared on the Blood-Eating Fisherman's face.

When he saw Zhao Yueru's approach, he knew that he was about to succeed, and they were about to fall, once they dealt with the rope back to back, he would immediately let the rope form a ring around these two people, and the bodies of these two people would be cut into countless pieces of bloody flesh by the sharp blade, which was the source of his blood food fisherman's blood food.

"Wei Qing, back off!" Zhao Yueru took three steps back, but she still didn't touch Wei Qing's body, she was anxious, was Wei Qing delirious? She had no choice but to remind her.

Wei Qing retreated, but not slowly, he slammed his feet and hit it vigorously, knocking Zhao Yueru directly into the air.

Zhao Yueru screamed, shocked and angry.

By the time she landed, her anger had vanished, and only horror remained.

Wei Qing faced the Bloody Fisherman, she turned her back to the Bloody Fisherman, Wei Qing's collision knocked her out of the Bloody Fisherman's attack range, she was safe, especially now that the Bloody Fisherman was being entangled by Wei Qing, she had every chance to escape calmly.

But Wei Qing will die a miserable death.

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