Kureyama!

With Wang Qing's angry shout, the majestic sword qi came out of his body.

218 sword qi, the current limit of Wang Qingwan's sword return. The amethyst transparent sword qi was smeared with a layer of paleness.

As Wang Qing's body turned, the wind rose and the sword moved.

The wind is raging.

With Wang Qing's current divine sense, it was absolutely impossible to control 218 sword qi, and he could only control it slightly. But with the assistance of the wind, it's different.

The sword qi circled around Wang Qing in an orderly manner, and as the wind turned faster and faster, it brought a storm of sword blades. Instantly enveloped the five people in the sea of sword blades.

"Little thief, you dare!"

The other party never expected that Wang Qing, who has always been a conspirator and speculator in the eyes of the imperial court, would be so strong. Just a first-class first-class, dare to face the five old first-class hard steel, is this crazy?

I have to say that Wang Qing's drama is good, and Wang Chen's image is very good. It may also be that the bigwigs of the court, who live by themselves, can set off such a big storm, how can they be a wise and gloomy person.

Six Doors may know a little bit about the real Wang Qing, but the big man who is high up will care about the opinion of a dirty department.

Wang Qing is a swordsman, and some of the conspiracies and tricks are in charge of capable people. He is only responsible for using the sword in his hand to cut away all the thorns in the road ahead.

They are all old and first-class, although they are a little stunned, but no one is afraid.

This kind of large-scale outbreak of martial arts is not long-lasting, as long as it carries the first wave, what remains is just a weak thief. No one thinks about whether they can resist or not. A rookie who has just entered the first-class, even if he comes from a famous family.

Eunuch Zhaoyue's nails lengthened, and there was a ghostly glow. A giant serpent with two wings took shape behind him.

That's Teng Snake, the ancient yin, synonymous with falsehood.

Han Zhengping shook the long sword in his hand, and a Taiji phantom rose. That's not the Taoist Taiji diagram, that's the reason, the principle of Cheng Zhu's science.

In comparison, the other three village owners are much inferior, tigers, wolves, leopards, faint phantoms, almost unformed.

Wang Qing looked at Han Zhengping's reasoning, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"It is easy to have Tai Chi, which is to give birth to two rituals, two rituals to give birth to four elephants, and four elephants to give birth to gossip. Master Han, try my Tai Chi? ”

A point exploded.

The ancients called it Tai Chi, science called it the singularity, and the birth of the universe exploded.

The three owners of the village did not know why, but Zhaoyue and Lord Han changed their faces greatly.

Zhaoyue's shrill voice sounded.

"Hell, what kind of realm do you realize?"

The blade storm came with the artistic conception of the Big Bang and slashed hard at the five people.

The five of them didn't care about the scattered sword qi, and all their energy was focused on fighting the artistic conception attack.

But after the sword qi was easily defeated, a trace of strange aura invaded the bodies of several people along the place of contact.

Dead and dead!

The sudden intent to die eroded the minds of the five people.

The three village owners did not check, and suddenly they were distracted, and a dead word completely occupied their minds.

By the time they realized that something was wrong and hurriedly guarded their minds to get rid of the intent to die, it was too late. The loss of mind directly affects the artistic conception attack of the outside world.

The phantoms of tigers, wolves, and leopards instantly disappeared in the explosion.

The artistic conception can only be resisted with the artistic conception, the collapse of the artistic conception, the internal and external blows, the fragile flesh, but an empty city without defense.

Under the wear and tear of the sword storm, the poor three village owners didn't even say a word, they were divided into corpses by the chaotic blades and turned into fluorescent in the sky.

It's a pity that these parallel goods are different from those on Purgatory Island, and Wang Qing hasn't looked at them squarely. But Zhaoyue is different from Lord Han, one is a secret legend in the palace, and the other is a Confucian branch, which is a real first-class master.

The storm subsided, the explosion stopped, and Wang Qing stood there with a pale face, with 47 of the 218 sword qi remaining floating beside him. The weak can only use the broken star as a crutch to support the upright body.

The other side is not much better. Zhaoyue's nails were almost smoothed, and the hands and forearms were densely covered with small wounds. The wings of the snake behind it were broken, and its body was illusory, almost dissipating.

Han Zhengping didn't have any injuries on his body, but the sword in his hand was cut into a saw blade. The rationale behind it has faded.

Wang Qing's wind came to Wushan not only with sword energy, but also with a fast sword. Just now, he stabbed Han Zhengping 69 swords in an instant, but unfortunately they were all blocked. However, the high-grade sharp weapon is not enough in front of the broken star, and the long sword is basically unusable.

Zhaoyue's shrill voice sounded again.

"Okay, okay, little cub, I underestimate you. What now? Yes? Tsk, you can't stand on your feet, didn't your master teach you to shoot seven points of strength? ”

As he spoke, he stuffed a pill into his mouth and slowly walked towards Wang Qing.

Wang Qing smiled weakly.

"My master only said that whoever commits Kunlun will die!"

The 47 sword qi flew back into Wang Qing's body one after another. Wang Qing took out another delicate pill and threw it into his mouth.

Guiyuan Dan, this time it was raised by a serious first-class true temperature.

With the return of the sword qi and the medicinal properties of the Guiyuan Dan, Wang Qing's true qi instantly recovered nearly forty percent. But the feeling of weakness remains, which is caused by the exhaustion of the divine sense.

But it doesn't matter, sitting and forgetting nothing, a part of the true qi and qi and blood have been transformed into ethereal divine consciousness.

"Hehe, the miscellaneous fish is dead, it's time for us to settle the old score."

Anyway, swing the sword and fight Zhaoyue in one place.

Both of them are not in a good state, and the excessive use of artistic conception not only can't use artistic conception attacks. The excessive consumption of divine consciousness also causes a sharp decline in perception. The two first-class masters are playing like two second-rate rookies.

Suddenly, Wang Qing's heart was alarmed, and he hurriedly floated back. A sharp sword full of cold light stabbed at his place.

"Hehe, the Sanpin master also plays sneak attack. What about the face of the imperial court? ”

"Extraterritorial demons, all deserve to die."

Well? Extraterrestrial demons, as they are called, are kind of interesting.

NPCs generally refer to the player as the Son of the Sky, which is forced to enter by the Heavenly Dao, that is, the system. But what the system inputs is only a concept, and high-level NPCs have independent intelligence, and the system does not interfere with their thinking. So while most NPCs treat the player equally and kindly, there are always some exceptions.

Some cults like to refer to players as extraterritorial demons, and develop among NPCs with the intention of expelling the player.

Wang Qingwan didn't expect a big Song Sanpin member to say such a thing. So is this his personal meaning, or is it the consensus of the top leaders of the Great Song Dynasty?

Wang Qing showed a strange smile on his face, which was interesting.

Han Zhengping also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he kept silent, but stabbed Wang Qing faster than the other.

Zhaoyue also had a bad face and secretly scolded the idiot. whispered.

"Catch him alive, I can't let him show up in a short time."

"Little thief, don't you look at your men? Outnumbered, the situation is worrying! ”

Zhaoyue was fighting, and she didn't forget to disturb Wang Qing's attention.

Wang Qing sneered.

"I gave them the best cheats, the best equipment, the best resources, and they couldn't even beat the garbage, so they died. However, you must die. ”

With a twist of the sword, the purple lightning on the shattered star disappeared, and a trace of pale climbed up the sword body.

"You, aren't you Zixiao Sword Intent? How can there be murderous intent, the information is wrong? ”

Wang Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, otherwise how could he say it. It can't be said that the sword killing will always be, but it can't be killed. You are disrespectful to my wife, I want to kill you. It's a bit of a fall.

By chance, the murderous sword passed down from the Sword Saint, although it no longer has any artistic conception of the Sword Saint, there is only a little bit of the purest Dao Killing Intent. But it was undoubtedly a window that allowed Wang Qing to come into contact with the way of killing swords early. It's just that it doesn't match Wang Qing's state of mind, and he can't comprehend it for a long time, and he has nothing to show for it.

Today, Wang Qing really wanted to kill someone. Not only did the other party verbally insult his daughter-in-law, but also the irritability that has been shrouded in calculations for many days.

Uncle, isn't Lao Tzu just going to do a task? One by one, the flies pounced on them when they smelled it.