Ahh

Laughter, majestic and terrifying laughter, on Tianquan Mountain.

Listening from afar, it is like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and ghosts crying and howling.

Some people on the mountainside who were still rushing only looked towards the source of laughter, and they already saw an unbelievable and thrilling scene in their eyes, but they saw that in the rain atmosphere on the mountain, layers of invisible ripples, like layers of big waves accompanied by the breath of wild laughter, rose and fell, impacting.

Crush the wind and rain.

Sonic boom mountains.

It only provoked a flock of birds to fly in shock, causing countless people's hearts to follow the ups and downs.

At this point, they didn't dare to go up the mountain, and they couldn't go up the mountain, because those who were a little weaker in their skills had already felt that there was a faint dizziness attacking, and they were upset, and their skills were a little uncontrollable.

The mountainside is already like this, and the top of the mountain will be so miserable.

Lei Mei covered her ears and kept retreating, Yang Wuxian was also retreating sharply, and other people watching the play kept coughing up blood and flew back, just like running for their lives, crying and crying for their mother, running down the mountain.

Retreat, everyone is retreating, but these two words, on behalf of only a few people, others can not retreat, they have been in the seven orifices spurting blood, falling to the ground, wailing, screaming, some people are even more crazy, showing a stupid smile, dense rain is like a broken pearl under the laughter, intermittent, chaotic, like a demon dragon on this mountain.

The green tiles on the fourth floor shook together, the spring water flowed backwards, and the sky shook the earth.

The rest of the people all looked at the person sitting on the chair, as if facing a great enemy, and their eyes were full of solemnity.

The man was still laughing, squinting, laughing horribly, roaring and roaring, venting from his throat, his head full of green silk fluttering and fluttering, almost like a human demon.

Who would have thought that who would dare to imagine that this mutilated body actually contained such unimaginable power, incomparable, domineering and evil.

The seventh in the world has not retreated, although he has not retreated, he has been coughing up blood, Zhu Yueming has not retreated, a fat face is full of cold sweat, his face is as pale as paper, his ears are bleeding, and the person with his head down, the old man with a hat, they have not retreated, but they are all moved.

Then, in unison, they all shot together.

Such a strong enemy, how can he be kept.

"Hate Extreme Fist!"

The seventh in the world is coughing up blood.

The man with his head bowed was also coming.

Zhu Yueming jumped up, like a leather ball, tossing and turning, odd jobs, and flashed behind Su Qing.

Finally, there was the old man.

The old man didn't move, he turned and went down the mountain.

As soon as the seventh man in the world attacked, Su Qing's laughter had stopped, and the green silk raised was scattered.

But the seventh in the world suddenly showed a ghostly appearance, and he saw this person in a wheelchair, and a string of soft groans suddenly shook in his sleeve, and then a very beautiful knife light suddenly appeared in the rain curtain.

The crimson sword light is stunning and moving.

Thrilling.

This is a red short knife, the blade is transparent, as thin as a cicada's wings, and it has been pinched between Su Qing's fingers, bringing a kind of vulgar and poignant demeanor, provocative and seductive.

This knife flashed in a flash.

"Ah, the Red Sleeve Knife!"

The seventh monster in the world screamed, turned around and retreated sharply, simply and neatly, without hesitation.

The other two people who were going to shoot with him were all pupils shrank when they heard the words "red sleeve knife", and they all turned around and left, flying away.

They all shot out because they wanted to get rid of this great enemy that appeared out of thin air, but when they saw this sword light, they knew that they would not be able to kill Su Qing today.

It doesn't help to stay for a long time.

But there is also a Zhu Yueming.

"Ahem, that's enough!"

Suddenly the sound landed.

A cold voice rang out.

It is ruthless who speaks.

He seemed to have already guessed such a result, and he was already reminding Su Qing.

After all, this is the capital in the end, and Liwei must also be moderate.

Su Qing glanced at him, and the light of the knife in his hand was retracted, and he disappeared in an instant.

He nodded, as if he had returned to his undisturbed appearance.

"Good!"

"Ruthless, as one of the four famous catchers, how can you sit idly by and let this person make waves in the capital?" Zhu Yueming's fat face was pale, he was extremely angry, he was shocked, and his palpitations were not gone. "Su Qing, don't forget that this is in the capital, you not only resisted arrest, but also killed someone, you-"

Su Qing looked for the person who bowed his head and the old man, this will be gone, it seems that most of them have seen what they want to see, and they feel that they can't kill themselves, so they all left. The goal has been achieved, and what these people are thinking about now is probably how to recruit him, or cooperate with him, or how to deal with him.

"Manager Yang, you'll take care of the rest!"

Su Qing also seemed to lose interest.

Zhu Yueming was still aggressive, he saw that Su Qing ignored him, his round face was ugly, and he was about to speak, not wanting Yang Wuxian to suddenly take out something.

His face instantly turned red and blue and then white.

Then "plop" to kneel.

I saw Yang Wuxie's hands pointing upward, holding an iron book in his palm.

"The royal iron scroll is here, see this scroll, like the emperor is here!"

"Get up!"

Zhu Fatzi was unwilling to get up.

He just regretted it.

But I forgot about this stubble.

Under the sky, there are five sides of the iron scroll, it is said that one side is in the hands of the Queen Mother, one side is in the hands of Fang Xiaohou, and the other two, one is in the hands of Master Cai, one is in the hands of Mr. Zhuge , and one is in the hands of Su Mengzhen.

And this side of Su Mengzhen was clearly given to Wang Xiaoshi back then, but now, it actually came out again.

Could it be that Su Mengzhen gave it to him? Or did Su Qing snatch it?

But after all, Su Mengzhen is dead, and there is no way to verify it, now, with this life amulet, if it is not for the crime of rebellion and rebellion on the side of the court, I am afraid that even he, the boss of the criminal department, is not qualified to move Su Qing.

"Fat Zhu, why don't you look around and think about what you want to say, how to say it?"

Su Qing glanced at him sideways, and his words were understated, as if he was smiling.

Zhu Yueming's face suddenly changed again when he heard this.

I saw the dozens of people surrounding before, people from all sides, this will all run away unconsciously, except for some struggling people on the ground, only he and Ruthless are still here, and even the seventh guy in the world has run away.

At that moment, I had to change my expression and snort.

Then he carried the two people on the ground, and when he turned his head, the people had jumped down the mountain quickly, and disappeared as soon as they slipped away.

Lei Mei didn't know when she had walked behind him, tied his hair for him, and said, "How?" ”

Su Qing sighed and said softly: "No, most of these people want to come to captive dead soldiers, just to test my strength, there are few masters who really make a move." ”

His eyes froze, and then he said calmly: "Today is just a temptation, sooner or later in the future, one day you will meet me with life and death!" ”

As Su Qing spoke, he looked at the place where he had sat ruthlessly before, which was empty at the moment, and there was really no trace of coming and going.

The rain is as good as ever.

Su Qing returned to the Red Mansion.

Downstairs, Yang Wuxian was presiding over the funeral, and the two coffins were carried out of the "ivory tower" and walked towards the grave dug not far away.

"Isn't it strange to look at your funeral?"

Su Qing sat by the window and looked at a person on the side, this person was dressed in a wide black robe, hunched over, and was standing in the shadows on crutches looking at the coffin that belonged to him.

"Yes, it is strange that people live for a lifetime, from birth to death, especially if you are still alive, but everyone thinks you are dead!"

He limped out of the shadows, it was Su Mengzhen.

But it was only a few steps, but he was already tired and sweating profusely, but this was undoubtedly much better than when he was terminally ill and poisoned to death a few days ago.

He had already sat down in front of Su Qing.

But seeing Su Qing raise his hand to exercise, his strength was in his hand, and it was already against his back.

……

On this day, Su Qing was famous in Beijing.

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