Pei Yu's face was expressionless, still cold.

However, there was a sudden mutation.

Wei Zhishan, who was already walking towards the gate of the courtyard with a gun, suddenly, almost no one could see his movements clearly, and under the moonlight, a hideous silver snake appeared in everyone's eyes, and its fangs shone with a bloodthirsty cold light.

With a gun in one hand and a back in the other, the gun came out like a snake and swooped straight at Pei Yu.

Kill Pei Yu.

Back to the carbine!

Fast!

Invisible to the naked eye fast!

Under this relapse, time has no meaning.

As if breaking through the shackles of time and space, the last moment, Wei Zhishan was still walking towards the courtyard gate with a gun, and the next moment, the tip of the gun was already in front of Pei Yu.

If you have to measure it in time, there is only one word to describe it.

Moment!

What is a moment?

Flick your fingers!

However, not only that, there is a Buddhist saying: 60 moments in a snap of a finger, 900 births and deaths in an instant.

The Sanskrit scripture "Sangha Law" also records: a moment is a thought, twenty thoughts are a moment, twenty moments are a snap of a finger, twenty snaps of a finger is a Luo pre, twenty Luo pre is a moment, and there are thirty moments in one day and one night.

It's just 0.018 seconds.

Faster than lightning.

Wei Zhishan, who has the saying that "holding a gun like a hammer can shake the mountains", should have taken a heavy and brave road, no one expected that his gun would be so fast.

Almost at the same time, Li Qingchen, who seemed to be slightly drunk after drinking, also moved.

The short sword in his hand stabbed at Jiang Ran with a thud.

Slow!

It's incredibly slow.

Not only Jiang Ran can clearly see the trajectory of Li Qingchen's sword, but Zhao Chengzong can also, and even Qi Pingchuan, who is watching the battle from a distance and is now just a layman in the martial arts sect, can also see it clearly.

Can such a slow sword kill people?

Yes!

And by all means!

Because this sword is not only heavy, but unusually heavy, as heavy as thunder.

It also forms a shackle of space.

With this sword stabbing out, Jiang Ran seemed to fall into a strange realm, in his eyes, he could no longer see any foreign objects, and everything between heaven and earth disappeared from his eyes.

All he saw was the dagger stabbing at him.

And he also understood one thing: no matter how he dodged, he would face this sword.

This sword cannot be dodged!

This is the potential.

A kind of power that a martial arts master can only possess after a hundred battles.

and Wei Zhishan's fast.

It's just two diametrically opposed extremes, Wei Zhishan's spear is fast enough to surpass time, and Li Qingchen's sword is so slow that it forms a spatial shackle, but both have extreme lethality.

Shooting is a trick.

Wei Zhishan and Li Qingchen understood that if they wanted to kill Pei Yu, they couldn't have any secrets.

Qi Pingchuan was a little puzzled.

Lao Wang sighed and said sincerely, these two people are much stronger than the three golden sword righteous sons at the beginning, if any of Wei Zhishan and Li Qingchen were there, they would not be able to kill Liang Qi that day.

Qi Pingchuan cut it disdainfully, saying that you seem to be very powerful, Liang Qi is really killed by you.

If Lao Wang is really so powerful, will he be so undisciplined?

There is no master's demeanor.

Look at the people who blow snow at Ximen, Ye Gucheng and the like, which one is like you and is full of discipline.

Lao Wang smiled and didn't speak.

Qi Pingchuan stood up suddenly, looked at the courtyard incredulously, and muttered that this Nima is not scientific, this Nima is still a river and lake? It's fantasy......

Boom!

Pei Yu seemed to have expected that Wei Zhishan would return to the carbine.

She was still sitting there.

It's still cold.

But the extremely wide long knife, which was longer than her height, was lying behind her, but at this moment it appeared strangely in front of her, as if it was held by an invisible hand.

Across there.

Wei Zhishan's spear was like a hideous silver snake, biting the knife.

The blade trembled slightly.

Let out a long, crisp moan.

Don't retreat!

Wei Zhishan, who was holding a spear, suddenly had a layer of flush on his face, and the tip of the spear began to tremble, and then the body of the spear, and in the end, even his whole body was trembling.

Airplanes!

There was a muffled sound.

There was a little ripple at the point where the tip of the spear and the blade touched.

Like a boulder falling into still water.

Circle after circle of waves spread out in all directions from that point, layer by layer.

Visible to the naked eye.

The waves were scattered, and there was a gust of wind, Pei Yu's hair was flying in the air, and his clothes were even more hunting, he was already very beautiful, Pei Yu, who had a baby face, was like a female sword fairy entering the mortal world at this moment.

Especially the wind, blowing the long hair and blowing the dream, lining the chest scenery of the world more and more spectacularly.

Amazing time.

It's too beautiful to want.

Wei Zhishan's clothes hung like iron cloth.

The wind blew the dead leaves all over the courtyard and danced wildly in the wind, which was a spectacular mess.

Bang bang!

The window lattices of the wings behind Pei Yu burst into pieces after the waves blew away. On the surrounding courtyard walls, dirt splattered, and there seemed to be invisible swords slashing on the green bricks, leaving countless messy wounds.

Oooo

Wei Zhishan retreated seven steps.

Step by step, between him and Pei Yu, on the hard bluestone slab ground, seven footprints as deep as an inch were left.

The face is flushed and turned white.

As soon as his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood poured up, and he wanted to vomit blood.

But he snorted and forcibly swallowed it back.

The secret channel in my heart is not good.

He knew that Pei Yu was very strong, as a special existence in the Golden Sword Yizi, Pei Yu's sword was among the twenty-four Golden Sword Yizi, not to mention the first, but also the first three.

But I didn't expect it to be so strong.

I thought that I could temporarily delay Pei Yu for some time and fight for Li Qingchen to kill Jiang Ran and Zhao Chengzong, but I didn't expect it, it was simply delusional.

Li Qingchen, who couldn't hold Pei Yu back, and put all his energy on Jiang Ran, not only couldn't kill Jiang Ran, but even had to face Pei Yu's knife.

There is only one ending:

Die!

Li Qingchen also knows.

But he had no choice, at this moment he had already used his sword with all his strength, and he would also face Jiang Ran's soft sword.

There was no room for him to be distracted.

He had only one choice: continue to use his sword, kill Jiang Ran at the same time, and die under Pei Yu's knife.

So, he continued to draw his sword.

He chose to believe.

He believes that no matter how strong Pei Yu is, Zhang Xueying, the scholar who has not appeared for a long time, will inevitably appear, and he should be able to take a knife, you must know that Zhang Xueying's identity is not only the master of the Guozijian, but also one of the most powerful masters in the hands of Zuo Xiang.

One knife is enough time to kill Jiang Ran by himself.

However, unexpectedly, after the extremely wide long knife blocked his return to the carbine, he actually took advantage of the situation to fall back to its original position.

She didn't mean to make a move at all.

She just looked at Wei Zhishan coldly, and the meaning of the overlook in her eyes couldn't be more obvious:

Under my Pei Yu's knife, you are all ants!

In her eyes, whether it is Wei Zhishan, Li Qingchen, or even Jiang Ran and Zhao Chengzong, they are all ants who she doesn't care about life and death at all.

What a boldness.

In other words, what kind of strength is this to support the confidence!

Wei Zhishan was convinced.

But also anger.

No one, no one has ever dared to despise himself so much, even if he broke the formation in Taizhong, the Taibao who was the first in the way of the sword under the command of King Wei, he did not dare to despise himself so much.

There is only one fate for those who despise me, Wei Zhishan: death.

Or......

It's better than death.

Wei Zhishan laughed angrily, holding the gun in both hands, wanting to strike another thunderous blow.

He has ignored Li Qingchen.

As the Taibao of King Wei, will he care about the life and death of the master of the house?

That's weird!