Qi Pingchuan is not afraid of death, because as a traverser, he knows that he is the protagonist of the novel.

Sword maniacs are not afraid of death, of course not afraid.

But unwilling to die.

Not necessarily.

He had 10,000 ways to torture and kill Qi Pingchuan.

For example, the offensive situation at this moment had no effect on him at all, and the sword maniac only adjusted the bamboo piece slightly, and then met the tip of Bang Xia's sword, although the momentum plummeted.

But the sword remains indestructible.

It is enough to kill one Qi Pingchuan.

The sword maniac met a bad master in his life, and in the early years he used a heavy sword, and nothing could be broken.

Later, with a light sword, he sharpened iron like clay.

And now with bamboo chips, it is more devastating than the light and heavy swords of two divine weapons.

He knew that sooner or later, there would be no need for bamboo chips.

Everything can be a sword.

On that day, he will stand at the pinnacle of the way of the sword, looking down on the billions of swordsmen in the world.

However, Bang Xia was not among the top ten famous blades in the past, but even Zhang Xueying's big black umbrella could pierce it, and it was a divine weapon.

The sword maniac knows about it.

And doesn't care.

Even if it is a piece of bamboo, the weapon of the divine weapon can only fall apart, such a thing, he has not encountered it, the spear at the end of the former ten famous blades is broken under his bamboo chip.

One reason, of course, is that the gun user is too weak, and the sword maniac is too strong.

In the blink of an eye.

The bamboo piece was dotted on the tip of the piercing Bangxia sword.

Qi Pingchuan's face changed suddenly.

Boom!

The tips of the swords touched, and there was no devastation, and a crisp sword sound resounded through the sky, stirring throughout Shuangyang City, deafening.

Hundreds of people covered their ears.

Those who are close even have blood on their eardrums.

Rumble~

Qi Pingchuan is like a kite with a broken string.

In the air, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the bamboo strips of the fruit stall in the distance.

The sword maniac was stunned for a moment.

The piece of bamboo in his hand, the tip of the sword, had turned to ashes.

There was some surprise.

Taizu Yuqi gave the sword Bang Xia, and he was able to block his own blow, Qi Pingchuan was not strong, so there was only one explanation: Bang Xia's sword could enter the forefront of the top ten famous blades in the past.

For a madman with a penchant for murder, no chance is missed.

The sword maniac was stunned for a moment.

The figure disappeared in place, appeared in front of Qi Pingchuan, and enjoyed the wonderful picture of Qi Pingchuan vomiting blood and struggling, and then raised the bamboo piece in his hand, wanting to pierce his heart with a sword.

His brow jumped suddenly.

And Pei Yu!

When Qi Pingchuan was shaken away, Pei Yu's mind kept echoing Qi Pingchuan's words: How can a man let a woman stand in front.

A strange feeling welled up in her heart.

Warm and peaceful.

She's killed people.

She has protected King Ming and those princes of King Ming.

But......

No one has ever been her dependent.

But Qi Pingchuan made her feel that she had someone to rely on, and she suddenly felt that what she did today was unforgivable, and she even wanted to kill him.

She wants redemption, she doesn't want Qi Pingchuan to die.

When he saw that the sword maniac wanted to kill Qi Pingchuan with a sword, Pei Yujiao screamed, held the knife in both hands, bent his legs slightly, twisted his waist to the far left, and then the long knife in his hand suddenly swept out from the far left.

Bright!

The huge long knife turned into a huge autumn rainbow, ten meters long, and traversed most of the street.

With a loud bang, a huge sword light slashed the sword madman.

I want to cut him in two.

Where the huge sword light passed, all the houses facing the street on one side were cut off, and in the crackling and collapsing sound, dust flew up from the sky, and the flying sand and rocks were like the end of the world.

The sword maniac knew Pei Yu's strength.

He never despised her.

In his eyes, once this untalented apprentice can be ruthless and unjust, her sword can not only catch up with her, but also surpass the freak of the first son of the golden sword.

This knife is very strong.

The sword maniac didn't dare to be careless, turned around, and upside down the bamboo piece.

Rungs.

Historically, the attacking side has always had an advantage over the defending side.

Even if the opponent is a sword maniac, it is no exception.

Pei Yu did his best with this knife.

When the sword light split the erected bamboo fragments, the great enemy at the feet of the sword madman, suddenly in the crackling sound, countless cracks appeared, spreading towards the wide long street behind him.

like half a spider's web, and like a dead tree.

The sword maniac was shocked.

He stretched out his other hand, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the tip of the sword with the other.

But it still can't be stopped.

He retreated.

Step back, step by step.

The sword light was wild, with Pei Yu as the center, it swept across most of the circle, and only when it was a hundred meters away did it shatter and disappear, turning into stars and scattered into nothingness.

The long street was in shambles.

Dozens of rooms were cut off, and the sky was filled with dust.

Pei Yu received it and came to Qi Pingchuan, helped him up and asked worriedly, "Can you go?" ”

It is obvious that you can't win.

The best choice at the moment is to take advantage of the dust to go first.

Qi Pingchuan smiled bitterly, "I've suffered internal injuries, I'm afraid I won't be able to go far." ”

Escape is not the way to go.

Shang Yousu was stopped by the sword-wearing young man, and he couldn't kill the sword maniac today, so he could only be killed by the sword maniac.

"Whoever I want to kill, no one can escape."

In the dust, the sword maniac held the bamboo piece upside down, and the figure approached step by step, "Your knife has reached the extreme, if you can still swing such a knife, I can't kill Qi Pingchuan, but you can't." ”

Pei Yu was silent.

Indeed, she had done her best with that knife.

The sword maniac stared at the two people who were dependent on each other, his face flushed, he knew that Pei Yu was no longer afraid, Qi Pingchuan was just dying, and the next thing was the moment of torture and killing.

Said slowly: "Back then in the Tiger Prison, I once cut open a prisoner's stomach and strangled him with his intestines, in the early years, before my kendo was completed, in order to kill a kendo master, I hid under his toilet for seven days, and finally waited for him, a sword pierced into his anus, stringed a rock sugar gourd, I also killed a person, when he lost the strength to fight back, I used a long sword inch by inch, from his toes, cut him into pieces. ”

After a pause, "Which one do you choose?" ”

Pei Yu's face was like ashes.

Qi Pingchuan looked past Pei Yu, looked at the dust in the distance, suddenly smiled, and then turned around and stretched out a finger to the sword maniac, hooked his fingers, full of provocation, "Come here!" ”

The sword maniac's face was expressionless, "For Qi Hanqing's sake, I'll send you to die quickly." ”

Airplanes!

and turned into a thread.

The sword maniac was gone, and the bamboo piece was gone, only a thin line could be seen, passing through the space, swinging through the dust, like a flash of lightning, tearing through the air and making a sharp whistle.

I want to shoot through Shuangyang City.

This sword wants to pierce Pei Yu and Qi Pingchuan to death together, so that they can be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate.

Syllable!

The bamboo slice of the sword maniac failed to pass through Qi Pingchuan and Pei Yu.

Because someone is coming.

In front of the two of them, a square-faced red-faced man leaned sideways in front of the line, and he just gently pulled out the short knife at his waist for half an inch, just blocking the line.

In an instant, from the short knife at his waist, a bolt of lightning burst out, spreading from the ground like a fire tree, shooting out into the air.

The sky was clear and thundering.

Roll and drain.

Between square inches, there is thunder!

Blocks swords.