Of course, the little scholar Zhang Xueying would not miss this opportunity, and immediately displayed the unparalleled three or two magic skills in the world when he saw this.

A bloody heart was plucked out.

Qi Pingchuan died.

The end of the play!

The author Jun Xinshu hit the street, so he had to continue to move bricks.

……

……

Of course, the plot can't develop like this, it doesn't matter if the author moves bricks or not, the important thing is that he has to live, there is no way at the moment, he is in mid-air, and he can only shoot three crossbow arrows.

hopes to stop Zhang Xueying from performing three or two magic skills on himself.

Having said that, Qi Pingchuan is now more and more eager for these three or two divine skills, if this thing is a causal law martial art, there is a high probability that it will not lose to Xiao Li Tanhua's flying knife.

The little scholar Zhang Xueying's eyes tightened.

He was not afraid of these three crossbow arrows on the bright side, but Pei Yu then struck.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Even though his three or two divine skills are unparalleled in the world, Pei Yu's knife is indeed not to be underestimated, not to mention that there is also the demon knife of the head-catcher, which is not a good stubble.

Pei Yu held the knife for the first time.

After coming to Shuangyang City, she really went out for the first time.

So I didn't see anyone, I didn't see a knife, I saw an autumn rainbow falling from the sky, like a Milky Way in the night, flying down 3,000 feet, spectacular and a mess.

Lao Wang, who was "fainting in blood", did not miss the opportunity.

He's out of the knife.

Demon Knife!

This knife did not cut at the little scholar Zhang Xueying, nor did it cut at Pei Yu.

He slashed at himself.

The yamen-standard saber slashed at himself, but the knife appeared in front of Pei Yu, which was really weird.

However, at this moment, everyone knows his demon sword.

This knife will definitely not hit Pei Yu.

Who will be cut?

The little scholar Zhang Xueying didn't know, and neither did Pei Yu, who had been integrated with the knife to form an autumn stream, but both of them knew that Lao Wang's knife was definitely going to kill the last person to win.

On the contrary, no one cares about Qi Pingchuan anymore.

After all...... Even though Qi Pingchuan had killed the fake Zhang Xueying before, it was a sneak attack with crossbow arrows, and his real strength was almost negligible.

Disheveled!

The little scholar Zhang Xueying stretched out the big black umbrella in his arms in the electric light and stone fire.

In an instant, it's like night again.

I don't know what material the big black umbrella made of the little scholar Zhang Xueying's body was completely enveloped, and three crossbow arrows were shot at the surface, like defeating Leather, and the bullet fell aside.

The autumn rainbow that Pei Yu turned into was like heavy rain pouring down on the umbrella surface.

Cracking sound!

The brilliance overflowed, and the knife intent fell on the umbrella surface like water, and then fell to the ground like a stream of water, splashing everywhere.

The big black umbrella is as steady as the wind and the mountains.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the little scholar under the umbrella stretched out a hand.

Between the lightning and the fire, Pei Yu's muffled hum sounded in the air.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Lao Wang's knife flashed in an instant.

The autumn is gone.

Pei Yu appeared in his original position, his face was pale and his long hair was messy, and the long knife at his waist was still dragging on the ground.

The right arm hung limply to the side, and there was a huge wound on it, and the white bones were clearly visible.

The blood is relished, and the chest is instantly dyed red.

The crimson blood flowed across the snow-white chest, and under the impact of visual contrast, it was amazing.

With all his strength, he couldn't break Zhang Xueying's big black umbrella, but he was stripped of his arm to the heart area by three taels of divine skills, fortunately, his family background was rich - even if he wanted to pick her heart, it was estimated that he would have to make three moves in a row.

After all...... Big breasts!

However, Rao is like this, and Pei Yu has also lost the strength to fight again.

The little scholar Zhang Xueying held an umbrella with one hand, and leaned back a little, revealing a face that should have been childish, but now it was full of arrogance and anger, and he was holding a strip of flesh and blood in his palm.

No more, no less, three or two!

Blood dripped.

Not only Pei Yu's blood, but also his blood, Lao Wang's demon knife really has the characteristics of cause and effect, and he hit his wrist at the last moment, but unfortunately he shot along the big black umbrella, and the strength of Lao Wang's knife was removed by the big black umbrella by more than ninety percent.

Otherwise, the hand should be cut off.

Even so, the wound on his wrist was also visible to the bone.

However, this is only a matter of lightning.

Until this moment, Qi Pingchuan was able to fly in front of the little scholar, after abolishing Pei Yu and making sure that Lao Wang's demon knife could not break the big black umbrella in his hand, the little scholar Zhang Xueying had already decided about one thing.

I won.

There is no one in Shuangyang City who can resist his three or two divine skills.

In the eyes of the little scholar Zhang Xueying, this soft egg county lieutenant is almost an invisible existence, just an eye-catching ant, throwing away the piece of flesh and blood taken from Pei Yu's arm in his hand, and sneering, "Get out!" ”

It's okay to kill Qi Pingchuan.

As long as everyone is killed, then it doesn't matter who holds the edict.

However, it is better to get the edict.

It is because the master of the country did not perform three or two magic skills, after all, his right hand is injured, and his left hand has to hold an umbrella, and the best choice is to kick this soft county lieutenant away.

So he came out of his legs.

But at the moment when he came out of his leg, an alarm bell suddenly sounded in his heart.

He saw the smile.

Qi Pingchuan is laughing!

At this time, how can Qi Pingchuan laugh?

What else does he have?

Suddenly, Zhang Xueying broke out in a cold sweat: Qi Pingchuan didn't look at himself.

He was looking behind him.

Who's behind you?

The head catcher of the Yamen River in Shuangyang County, who was beaten half to death by himself.

Could it be that the man was playing dead, deliberately waiting for this opportunity to deal a fatal blow to himself?

The little scholar Zhang Xueying is a very careful person, otherwise he would not spend a huge price to find a puppet for himself - the more he is in a high position, the more he has a bright future, and the more afraid of death.

He's such a person.

Abnormality is a demon.

Regardless of whether the Jiang catcher was clumsy or not, he would not take this risk.

He tightened his legs.

Turning sideways between the electric light and the fire, he turned the big black umbrella forward suddenly, just blocking the flying Qi Pingchuan.

Sure enough.

At this moment, he saw two cold lights.

A cold light rested in the hands of Qi Pingchuan.

A cold light was behind him.

The cold light behind him did not come from the Jiang Zhutou who was beaten half to death by himself, but from the hand of a dead man.

Li Qingchen, who should have been dead!

How is he still alive?

As a dead soldier who was directly instructed by Lu Bing to be raised by embroidered clothes, he could be sent to Shuangyang City in this matter, and it would definitely not be a mediocre hand, which made the little scholar Zhang Xueying feel a huge pressure.

He didn't understand why Li Qingchen would make a move on him.

The edict fell into Lu Bing's hands, and it was obtained by Zuo Xiang, the difference between it would not be too big, no matter how he thought about it, Li Qingchen did not have the possibility of attacking himself.

However, it is true.

Li Qingchen's short sword was very slow and heavy, as if even the space in this place was imprisoned.

It's too late to perform three or two magic skills on Li Qingchen.

Zhang Xue took out his hand and grabbed the short sword.

Three or two divine skills were originally hand skills, after all these years of hard practice, Zhang Xueying's hands have long been hard and abnormal, otherwise even if there was a big black umbrella before, it would have been cut off by Lao Wang's knife.

Li Qingchen sighed, looking desperate.

Unexpectedly, he pretended to be dead, and took advantage of such a great opportunity to sneak attack with all his strength and failed to kill the real Zhang Xueying, one of the trump cards in the hands of this traitor is really powerful.

The point is that there are more such people, and there are more in the hands of traitors.

Grabbing the short sword and not caring about the bloody palm, Zhang Xue asked angrily, "Who are you?" ”

It suddenly understood.

King Ming's Jin Jian Yizi and King Wei's Broken Formation Taibao have all appeared, but the sharp fangs of King Xin are missing.

He said coldly: "You are the sharp fang dead soldier who is lurking in Kyoto by King Shin!" ”

Li Qingchen's face was like ashes.

He found that he couldn't let go of the short sword in his hand!

Zhang Xueying's face sank, "Give me death!" ”

If you want to perform three or two magic skills along the short sword, no matter who it is, absolutely no one can completely avoid their own tricks.

Absolutely no one!

However, at this moment......

Behind him, there was a somewhat cunning, smug and arrogant voice from the soft county lieutenant, "I am the real king of Shuangyang, you ignore me like this, as a scholar, don't you know how to write dead words?" ”