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Shi Wuwei's sword is both poetic and picturesque.

The reason why this inky black sword qi was different from any of his previous sword qi was because this sword qi was very long, very long.

It was as if he was holding a brush in his hand, drawing a long black line on a snow-white scroll in one breath.

Moreover, this sword qi is different from any person's sword qi.

Because at the same time as he drew out, this sword qi did not directly attack away, but stopped under this moonlight, in this night sky, waiting for him to complete this final touch.

The domineering and unfinished sword qi was still stopping in the air at this moment.

And Shi Wuwei's right hand holding the sword was still swinging to the right side in the air.

Every time he drew an inch in the air, the black sword qi in the night sky would stretch by a foot.

It wasn't until a moment later, when he stopped his luck and stopped swinging.

In front of his eyes, a black sword qi about two feet long suddenly appeared.

You must know that the sword qi of ordinary martial artists is basically equal in length, and it can only cover the bodies of two people.

But Shi Wuwei's sword qi is extremely long.

Compared to ordinary sword qi, it is more than three times stronger.

And just after he finished the sword.

This dark and shiny sword qi was like breaking through the air, and it shot towards the influx of people.

……..

"This sword qi ...... It's quirky".

This voice came from the second floor of the teahouse opposite the Fulai Inn.

The voice sounded a little hoarse and a little sharp.

The person who spoke was a hunchbacked, somewhat sharp-beaked middle-aged man standing beside the young gang leader at this moment.

His attire was very shabby, and on the whole, it looked more like it was haphazardly sewn with some burlap.

But just by virtue of his attire, and by the fact that he could stand beside the young gang leader at this moment, it was enough to prove his identity.

"Old turtle, it is estimated that it will be difficult for your people to block this sword."

The person who spoke was a woman.

Although the voice was a little itchy, there was a hint of roughness in it, which betrayed her age.

Although she is wearing a flaming red dress, her bumpy figure is perfectly set off.

But the lines at the corners of her eyes and a few wrinkles on her neck still show that she is already a twilight beauty.

She said this lightly, and at the same time looked at the hunchbacked middle-aged man.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of ridicule.

These two people are the only two people left beside the young gang leader at this moment.

The hunchbacked middle-aged man is the hall master of Xuanwu Hall, Jia Yiping.

The beauty of the twilight is the hall master of the Suzaku Hall, Suzaku.

Looking at the bottom, the sword qi on the other side of the street seemed to sink into the bodies of his disciples.

The corners of the Xuanwu Hall Master's eyes trembled visibly.

Although these disciples are not very powerful people.

But seeing his own people being ruthlessly killed by others, his face has always been unbearable.

…..

In the moonlit inn.

Shi Wuwei's long sword qi had already submerged into the front row, the bodies of more than ten disciples.

And these flesh and blood bodies that don't have the true qi of the body can't stop his sword at all.

Therefore, even after this sword qi entered their bodies, they still did not feel the breath of death.

Because the expression on their faces is still so crazy.

Their eyes were still greedily staring at Shi Wuwei and the others.

Even though this sword qi broke through their bodies and rushed out from behind them, their expressions still didn't change at all.

The disciples who first rushed into the inn were already dead.

But the most terrifying thing is that they don't even know how they died.

And this sword qi, after rushing out of the body of the person in the front row, did not dissipate because of this.

It's just that the inky black color in the sword qi has faded by a few points.

The sword qi was slightly blocked, but it continued to move forward and slashed at the body of the second row of people.

But this time, this sword qi was not as sharp as it was when it first entered the crowd.

Maybe it's because the people in the front row have already consumed most of the true qi in this sword qi, or maybe this sword qi has been castrated.

In short, this sword qi did not kill the people in the back row.

It just smashed heavily on their chests, smashing them, each like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight into the crowd further behind.

。。。。。。

The outer door of this inn, after all, is only more than ten people wide.

Therefore, even if there are more disciples of the Money Gang, they can only squeeze in a dozen people at a time.

And Shi Wuwei is a person who is like being in danger. The sword he sent out was more like a momentum of one person taking the pass, and ten thousand people couldn't open it.

I saw that the scene on the stairs in the Fangcai Inn seemed to have been reproduced. This row of people is falling behind them one by one, in embarrassment.

"This sword? ……”。

Mu Yiyi, who was on the left side of Shi Wuwei, watched his senior brother send out such a sword, and he remembered the appearance of the master in his mind, and remembered the scene of passing on the gong on the snow that day.

"Master, your old man has a spirit in the sky, if you see this sword of your senior brother, you should also be pleased."

………

"Hahaha, old turtle, these people under you are all waste."

The hall master of the Vermilion Bird Hall, seeing that these disciples who were also members of the Money Gang were cut into twists by the young man's sword, not only did he not help, but instead wantonly ridiculed another hall master.

And this hunchback hall master with a very ugly face may have been fed up with the ridicule of the other party, or he may be reluctant to send his own men to death.

In short, before Suzaku's ridicule fell, he had already flown out of the window.

"Look!! It's our hall master! ”

"It's the hall master who is coming."

…..

Just as the disciples below who had already turned their backs were all looking up, cheering for their hall master to make a move.

This so-called Xuanwu Hall Master had already flown into the inn where Shi Wuwei was.

In fact, the teahouse opposite is only one street away from the inn where Shi Wuwei is located.

But this hall master, I don't know if he was angry, or what.

I saw that he seemed to use all his strength, and directly rushed to Shi Wuwei from the second floor of the teahouse.

And Shi Wuwei had already noticed the two figures on the second floor opposite.

He knew that the two people beside the young gang leader were the worst enemies of the night.

He knew that if he wanted to kill the young gang leader tonight, or leave safely, he would have to deal with these two people first.

Therefore, looking at the menacing hunchbacked man, slamming into himself so hard, he just threw out a sentence without looking back.

"Little monk, this person will be handed over to you~"

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