"Whew-"

It was an astonishing sight.

The soft and warm fox fur was actually straight that could be shaken by someone, and the cloak flew out in a whirlwind, slashing straight towards the few figures that swept by.

Such a domineering strength, such a terrifying internal force.

Rao is Li Xunhuan couldn't help but change color when he saw it, he only thought that Bai Xiaosheng could embed a porcelain cup on the desktop was an extremely clever means, but now that he saw Su Qing's hand exposed at will, in comparison, Bai Xiaosheng's methods were as naïve as a child's tricks.

In fact, this matter has been proven before, because Bai Xiaosheng, the smartest person in the world, is lying there quietly, already dead.

"To deal with people like plum blossom thieves, you don't have to talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes!"

Someone was carrying a steel knife, with stiff ribs and a beard, and his body was strong and vigorous, but it was Tian Qiye's subordinates, and his eyes showed fierceness.

But he is not alone, there are six or seven men, and his skills are extraordinary.

Looking at the cloak flying in the air, the seven people raised their breath and drank lowly, and the seven knives were like seven bright flying rainbows, bringing up a cold knife wind, not retreating, and shouting and cutting down at the cloak.

But they guessed the power of the cloak wrongly, and the corners swirled around, and it was as hard as a knife, and when one person slashed it down, although the blade did not enter the cloak, but he himself was cut off by the chest, and the lower half of his body was still on the ground, and the upper half was already tumbling on the ground.

The cloak's remaining momentum was unabated, killing three people in a row, and when it came to the fourth person, it was shattered into pieces of palm-sized rags during the collision, and they were sprinkled one after another.

Su Qing stood on the roof, slowly pacing back and forth from side to side, his indifferent eyes only looked at the people surrounding below, and his hands seemed to be slowly glowing with ice under the moonlight.

"Bah, die!"

"Bang! Bang! ”

At the same time as the words were spoken, two walnut-sized iron galls had flashed through the night, like thunderbolts, one hitting Su Qing's forehead and the other hitting his chest.

After the two iron galls, one person held a four-foot-two-inch long gold wire winged soft stick, with a rich man-like and amiable appearance, this would already be cold and fierce, it was Tian Qi.

This person is extremely prestigious, known as "a stick to dominate the world, three iron galls to control the world", is a famous master in Luoyang Mansion, with a strong foundation.

Su Qing raised his eyebrows, flashed, and didn't look at the two iron galls, the cyan robe sleeves were only waved by him, like holding the piano and catching the moon, and the sound of the iron galls rushing changed instantly, like a stone that was slapped away, one left and one right, one was submerged in the night, and the other was deeply embedded in the plum branches.

The short stick had swept up to the roof, knocking on Su Qingtianling's shoulders and neck.

"Smack!"

A stick landed on his left shoulder.

"Huh!"

Su Qing tilted his head slightly, as if he couldn't notice the pain, pursed his lips and chuckled, his eyes were flat.

Tian Qi was stunned.

I saw that under Su Qing's robe, there seemed to be a storm and clouds, and the anger was bursting, and it seemed to be smashed, but in fact, it was like hitting the cotton, the muscles and flesh were writhing like a dragon, and it was extremely weird, like a layer of cotton under the clothes.

Even if you don't move.

As soon as his pupils tightened, Tian Qi shouted "hey", and the momentum of the stick turned into a point poke, he was smart, he only thought that Su Qing had the method of horizontal practice, and wanted to attack the acupuncture points, and the stick shadow was dotted, and directly attacked several points on Su Qing's chest.

But no matter how fast his stick shadow is, a slender palm can always stand in front of his stick shadow at the right time, no matter how hard he urges, as long as he touches those hands, it will be difficult to save.

"Help me!"

"Hey!"

Several more figures swept up the roof.

A purple-gold thick-ridged machete flashed a powerful light in the moonlight, and when it went around Su Qing's back, it was a cross knife light, covering his back.

There was also a pair of hands, pushing the palms flat, the palm wind attacked, and several sword lights came towards Su Qingshu almost at the same time, and there were seven or eight weapons falling towards him.

Li Xunhuan's middle finger trembled below, and a flying knife had quietly slipped out of his sleeve, as if he saw that the opportunity was wrong, and he was about to make a move.

Suddenly, there was an extra figure in front of him, which not only blocked his vision, but also blocked his flying knife.

"Fun, let's go!"

Long Xiaoyun looked anxious.

See this scene.

Li Xunhuan's eyes seemed to tremble.

"Ahh

Can be abrupt.

Some onlookers in the audience suddenly let out exclamations, as if they had seen something extremely amazing.

Li Xunhuan's heart sank.

Long Xiaoyun didn't seem to be able to bear it anymore, and turned around to look.

But seeing the rooftop scene, it is indeed amazing.

In the midst of the siege of everyone, Su Qing, who has not moved, will finally have a change, he is not only using his hands this time, two fists are difficult to defeat four hands, not to mention that there are more than four hands here, he is still a mortal after all.

He drew his sword.

His sword was at his waist, a soft sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time, and his right hand was drawn from his waist and his right arm was extended. This exhibition brought out a snow-bright sword light, an indescribable sword light, as if it had really become light, blooming under the moonlight that made everyone move and lose their voices.

In the world, there is such a sword light?

The light was like a dragon out of the water, like Bai Lian flying, like thunder and lightning, like a waterfall torrent, in a strange trembling sound, followed Su Qing's right arm, and drew a round of crescent-like arc light in the air, and the tip of the sword was cold.

Su Qing's body didn't move, his feet didn't move, he didn't even turn his head, he looked like he waved his sword at random, and he slashed behind him from the right side, and the long sword changed from flat to obliquely behind his back.

The slanted tip of the sword just didn't sink into someone's heart.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

……

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind him sounded one after another, as well as the sound of weapons breaking.

Su Qing looked at Tian Qi in front of him indifferently, his right hand retreated, the tip of the sword withdrew, and the long sword trembled.

Su Qing slowly turned his head again and looked at the person the tip of the sword was pointing at.

Zhao Zhengyi.

This old man, known as the "iron-faced selfless", has raised the purple gold knife in his hand, but he can never cut it down, and a sword wound on his chest is as narrow as a rain-like thin blade, spilling blood.

looked at Su Qing's face that was so discolored when he saw the moon.

"You, you,"

Zhao Zhengyi seemed to lose his strength, opened his mouth, the blood gushing in his chest had flowed out of his throat, and the knife in his hand seemed to have become a thousand pounds, so heavy that he kept retreating, and then fell from the roof.

"Plop!"

Another crash to the ground.

"Ahh

A hysterical roar that seemed to be in a desperate situation suddenly erupted in front of Su Qing.

Tian Qi has long since lost his color, I'm afraid no one knows everything that happened before better than him, the man in front of him, his real killer weapon is not those hands, such a fast sword, or a soft sword, very powerful, treacherous and elegant, the people who came up at the right time to surround and kill, this will, all of them have died under this sword.

He was like a lone wolf fighting back.

Slammed a blow at the man in front of him with his head tilted.

The short stick whined.

Just as he was about to fall, he didn't want a right leg to suddenly rise high from the bottom up, and between the lightning and flint, it had been kicked in his jaw, and it fell firmly, and a mouthful of blood with broken teeth spurted out, and the throat bone was broken, and it rolled down, and there was no movement.

Su Qing stood in place, on the roof, he was still alone, the soft sword trembled like a dragon, and the blood beads on it splashed down one after another, choking, and under the eyes of everyone, the soft sword was gone.

Glancing at Long Xiaoyun who was standing in front of Li Xunhuan, Su Qing smiled and said gently: "Now, do you believe my words?" ”

The garden is dead silent.

No pop-ups()