The vulture was frightened, you must know that the two jumps in this moment can be regarded as the leader of light skills in the entire rivers and lakes, this is undoubtedly the peerless light skill of the Tang Sect "chasing the wind and catching up with the clouds." ”

The vulture's biggest advantage is the long-range hidden weapon, and the melee combat is definitely a loss, so he retreats while meeting the wind and the wind.

The wind didn't dare to make a move with all his strength because he was afraid of the secret weapon of the vulture's body, but the vulture was afraid of Lu Xiaoqi on the side.

With Lu Xiaoqi's light skills, it was impossible to jump three feet high, so he took eight steps forward, and he had calculated that the vulture would definitely land in this position.

The vulture really couldn't hold it for that long, and he needed to change his breath, so when his body landed, the wind was overjoyed, and his palms came out together, and the sand in the sky was like ice blowing towards any part of the vulture's body.

The vulture secretly screamed in his heart, because he saw Lu Xiaoqi waiting for him below, he threw it forward, and more than ten money darts hit the wind like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

"Woo ......"

A series of endless sounds, after the sand and money darts collided, they all hit the ground.

Lu Xiaoqi was even more shocked in his heart, because the vulture's secret weapon had reached the realm of doing whatever he wanted, how could he not be frightened.

What frightened him even more was that the vulture took it in his hand, holding all the remaining sand directly in his hand like holding a flower and holding the moon, and then when his body fell, the two hands were one again.

The sand was densely sprinkled towards Lu Xiaoqi like a drizzle of embroidery needles.

The kung fu of this hidden weapon alone is enough to make people sigh, and he can easily return the hidden weapon he received to others.

Lu Xiaoqi didn't know when there were two more walnuts in his hands, they pinched them with their hands, and then the walnut skin turned into pieces, floating in the air to meet the vulture's sand, and the sword in his hand stabbed forward like lightning from the bottom up, only hitting the vulture's heart.

Although the whole action was complicated and abnormal, Lu Xiaoqi completed it in an instant.

The vulture obviously didn't expect that Lu Xiaoqi, who had died once, still had such skills, and secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, and his body couldn't help but continue to deviate to the right.

The sword had stabbed almost to his heart, piercing directly between the vulture's ribs.

Lu Xiaoqi's sword was unsheathed, and a stream of blood spurted out in an instant, which was very poignant.

Lu Xiaoqi shook his head, if he hadn't died once just now, he was completely sure to pierce the vulture's heart.

"What a fast sword!" The vulture's body is crumbling.

After the wind landed, seeing that the vulture was no longer good, he was secretly happy in his heart, and couldn't help but say excitedly: "The vulture is taking his life!" ”

He slammed his palm forward, and the vulture closed his eyes reluctantly, knowing that his struggle was nothing more than a battle of trapped beasts.

He really didn't expect that Lu Xiaoqi would have such a strong skill after dying once, and this wind is usually silent in the Tang Gate, and he has actually learned the peerless light skill of "chasing the wind and catching up with the clouds." ”

The sound of the wind instantly jumped in front of Lu Xiaoqi, and directly slashed at the vulture with one palm.

But at this moment, his figure suddenly faced Lu Xiaoqi, and his palms slashed straight at Lu Xiaoqi's head.

"Huh? Transposition? How is this possible? The vulture screamed.

Feng Sheng smiled, his mood was very happy, thinking that if he could kill Lu Xiaoqi and the vulture two top masters in Dashu in an instant, then his position in Wolong would undoubtedly replace Lu Xiaoqi, and he could also replace the vulture in Tangmen.

The wind has been accurately calculated, such a close distance, coupled with his sudden attack, with the current speed of Lu Xiaoqi's sword, he will definitely not be able to escape.

A ray of light is like a sun that rises after setting, piercing the throat of the wind from the bottom up.

Heaven and earth instantly lost color, and only a blood injection remained.

Blood blooms in the air, like a beautiful flower.

With horror and disbelief on the face of the wind voice, Lu Xiaoqi's sword drawing speed was even faster than before he died, which was absolutely impossible.

But the moment before he died, he saw Lu Xiaoqi's left hand holding the sword.

Lu Xiaoqi's words, but unfortunately he will never hear them.

"Actually, I grew up as a left-hand child, and it was only after I went to college that I started to try to write with my right hand and eat with my right hand. And my left hand is always faster than my right! It's a pity that the wind and snow can't wait! Lu Xiaoqi was expressionless and sighed.

The vulture could still hear the sadness and loneliness in Lu Xiaoqi's voice, and he could also see the sadness in Lu Xiaoqi's eyes.

"Your left sword is faster than your right hand!" Vulture said.

"Yes." Lu Xiaoqi replied.

"You've been using your left-handed sword."

"I've always used my left hand since I was a kid."

"I just want to know why you didn't use your left hand in the ring?"

"I want to try how fast the sword of the late autumn sun is first, but unfortunately in the end, there is no chance." Lu Xiaoqi sighed.

"You said you didn't even have the chance to draw your sword with your left hand in the end?" The vultures do not believe.

"Yes, under the late autumn yang sword, either you always use your left hand, or you always hold the sword with your right hand! Otherwise you don't stand a chance at all! ”

"What a terrible sword!" The vultures exclaimed.

"The most terrifying thing is that trick of flying immortals outside the sky! In the end, I have used it to break and stand up, but I still haven't resisted that trick of flying immortals! It's really a meteor streaked across the night sky, you can only see, but you can't catch it. ”

Then Lu Xiaoqi closed his eyes and carefully recalled that sword, a sword that he will never forget! He sighed, and then his eyes were shining, "Only those who are immersed in the scene can see the splendor and splendor of that sword, and the glory of that sword is indeed unparalleled!" ”

Night.

The moon is bright, and even the wind is warm.

At the end of autumn, Yang's heart was neither as bright as the moon nor as bright as the stars, and whenever his sword pierced through the throat of others, the blooming blood flower made his heart tremble, which was a kind of joy and a kind of splendor and brilliance.

He is a swordsman, as Ye Guxue said, if a swordsman does not compete with swords, then he is not worthy of being called a swordsman.

The life of a swordsman is that sword, a dazzling sword, and only when he holds the sword can he feel beauty, and that beauty cannot be exchanged for anything in the world.

Just because he's a swordsman!

Swordsmen are ruthless, people are merciful!

If a swordsman's sword has feelings, then his swordsman's career is also facing the end.

Thinking of this, Qiu Moyang poured another bowl of wine, and he drank it in a deep sip, the wine was not spicy in his stomach, but only bitter.

It is more bitter and astringent than bitter gourd and white lotus.

At this time, he saw the moon flower through the window again.

Here, he can still smell the fragrance of the flowers, and he can still see the showiness of the flowers.

He loves flowers, he loves nature, but flowers are resentful, and of course it is butterflies.

When the flowers are young, the most vigorous, the most beautiful, and the most fragrant, the butterflies begin to revolve around them.

But now that the flowers are close to withering and withering, he has to admit that the flowers are now old, so he can't see the beautiful figure of the butterfly now.

Isn't this like people, when the spring breeze is proud, everyone revolves around you, and when they are frustrated and depressed, they all hide far away.

Is Lu Xiaoqi frustrated now? The swordsman has affection, so is his sword also rusty and dull?

How could he let him go if he asked the wind and snow?

These, the late autumn sun understands.

When people have something on their minds, they will always get drunk quickly.

Late autumn Yang was no exception, and he was already drunk by now.

If Lu Xiaoqi's last move was made with his left hand, then who would they fall?

At the end of autumn, Yang didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't bear to think about it, he can only drink now, drinking will forget, drinking is of course the most affordable, and now what is more important than drinking?

At the end of autumn, Yang couldn't think of it, and he didn't want to waste time on this, after all, there was still half a vat of wine waiting for him to drink.

When the jar was empty, so were his people.

All that remains is a remnant shell (qiao) and an empty shell (ke).

The night was very late, and the late autumn sun was very tired, and he was going to the inn now, go to the inn to book a private room, and then go offline in it.

Only the inn is the safest to go offline, because the inn is a place where PK is not allowed.

After paying the bill at the end of autumn, he staggered out of the tavern.

The long alley is still bright, and the lights are still dazzling, but the late autumn sun is no longer felt at all, and all he feels is darkness and bitterness.

There is no end in sight to the long alley, just like the heart of the late autumn sun.

When he crossed the first intersection, he saw a man wearing a hat.

He also had a sword diagonally stuck in his waist, a very thin and extremely long sword, and his sword was stuck on the left.

His people are like zombies walking out of the night, not only are his body and feet stiff, but even his face is stiff.

It was as if he hadn't laughed in a long time, and he had even forgotten what it looked like.

He really hasn't laughed in the past few days.

At the end of autumn, Yang felt a kind of despair, a bone-chilling, a kind of coldness in terror. This feeling is completely from the murderous aura, the strong murderous aura!

"A sword?" At the end of autumn, Yang already felt a strong murderous aura, and there was only one sword that could give him such a desperate murderous aura in Shuzhong!

"Hmm." Even the voice is stiff.

This is exactly what is completely revealed when a sword kills. Only when he kills people will he not disguise, he will reveal himself.

"You're going to kill me?" At the end of autumn, Yang said straight to the point. At the same time, his wine was half sober.

"Hmm!" The sound of a sword is still tepid, lukewarm.

Only then did Yang feel the horror of a sword, and this was also the first time he saw the nature of a sword.

Undisguised nature!

"Admire!" Late autumn Yang sighed.

"Not necessarily!" One kendo.

"It's just that you can't kill me, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you this time." At the end of autumn, Yang said quietly, although his voice was calm, but the words were sonorous and powerful.

"Not necessarily! There is nothing in the rivers and lakes that I can't do with a sword. ”

"I know, but you're never going to do it this time."

"Why?"

"Because of it."

The pupils of a sword contracted, and he saw a sword, a sword as black as night!