But seeing this old man, his face was like a crab shell, his color was close to green bricks, his white eyebrows were like snow, and the corners of his lips were downward, although he was a eunuch, he still grew a beard.

Of course, he is Mi Youqiao.

On the rivers and lakes, as we all know, that is the old man's words, which can make countless lives and countless deaths, and he beckons, and he can make countless masters of the rivers and lakes work for him, as if it is like a holy decree.

But now, seeing this old man make a move, everyone present has looked over, and their eyes seem to be firmly attracted by a magnet.

Because, this opportunity is too rare.

is the reason why he is famous all over the world, not because of his hidden martial arts, but because of his power, but now, he wants to make a move.

Everyone only knows that this old eunuch has entered the palace since he was a child, but few people know his origin and martial arts.

But to this day.

Everyone has reached a common understanding, this person is definitely the world's top immortal master, the ultimate strongman, but how high his martial arts are has always been unknown.

Looking at it now, it's really high, and it's so high that it's earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods.

Cai Jing also slowly widened his eyes.

The Black Light Master looked straight at the eyes.

Zhu Yueming stopped laughing.

Even Yang Wuxian had lost his voice silently.

Even the calm and cold face of Ruthless seemed to tremble.

The night was cold.

Facing the moon.

Mi Cangqiong jumped high with a stick and only smashed it at the man.

But this stick has shaken out nine stick flowers, the stick shadow sweeps the moon, the stick wind hits the moon, and the strength comes out through the stick, which has shattered the moonlight, the long street flies sand and stones, and the wine flag suddenly rolls upside down.

Heaven and earth seemed to let out a mad scream.

The stick of the rice firmament is a little strange, the stick body is extremely long, from thick to thin, at this moment it seems to be a living thing, between its hands, struggling and frenzied, like thunder and lightning, like a demon dragon, everyone who looks at it is terrified.

The image of his stick stirred up a whirlpool, danced out of a black hole, and emitted a terrible and piercing strange sound, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, like an ape roaring wolf.

His dancing stick, his thin and withered body suddenly seemed to swell, his gray beard seemed to become extraordinarily yellow, and his eyes turned faintly blue, blue like cloisonné, and his long body jumped as if he had turned into an unshakable troll, jumping high, like the moon in the sky, and smashing down on the mysterious man with a bronze mask.

The dust flies like the earth, and the sand flies away.

In the shadow of the splashing stick, a stick suddenly appeared, bent like an arc moon, split down, smashed down.

Everyone was overshadowed.

Including Su Qing, as well as Di Feijing, who fought with him.

But long before this stick was beaten, Di Fei was already shocked, stunned and shocked.

Because he had clearly detained the other party's vein death point, but the other party didn't seem to be affected at all, his body shook and twisted, slippery like a loach, flashing like a spirit snake, and had moved out sideways.

But now it was too late for Di Fei to think about it, he was already withdrawing, because of an indescribable fierce aura, which spread all around, as if there were thousands of huge waves pressing on, suffocating.

There was one more person who was suffocating.

Su Qing.

"Mi has a bridge?"

There is no need to look back, he knows who is behind it.

Among the masters present, Cai Jing, the old fox, will never make another move, the Black Light Master and Zhu Yueming, together with Di Feijing, have also fought with him and are even fighting, ruthless will not make a move easily, Yang Wuxian is only afraid that he will not make a move, then the rest is only Mi Youqiao.

Only this old eunuch has such skills.

It's a good time to see.

With such a blow, he didn't have time to turn around and parry.

Seeing that he was about to be smashed and killed on the spot, everyone was distracted for a while.

Because Su Qing really didn't turn back.

But his clothes swelled up rapidly at this moment, as if a strong wind burst out from his body, and the qi was surging like waves, swinging in all directions, visible to the naked eye, it was already possible to see that there were dragons behind Su Qing who were undulating and swimming, becoming a terrifying scene.

He was actually going to hard-connect and block directly.

"Smack!"

At the last moment.

The stick had struck him on the back as if the sky had fallen.

On the ground of the stone street under Su Qing's feet, a shallow pit with a wide diameter was instantly cracked, and the hem of his clothes and hair were lifted.

He turned.

Mi Cangqiong flipped upside down in the air, his body leaned back, and he retreated with a stick, and the long stick was still difficult to stop.

Under the mask, the warmth dripped and dripped like ink from Su Qing's chin.

"Okay, good stick!"

He muttered, his words calm.

A stick was useless, Mi Cangqiong retreated more than ten steps, just stood firm, and his hair was scattered like a lion's mane, like a mad lion, a crazy demon, only when everyone was dizzying, he let out a long roar, and the gray hair was windless and automatic, shaking the stick into one.

Like an arrow off the string, it stabbed straight at Su Qing, and the stick changed rapidly.

Su Qing's cold eyes narrowed, the long sword shook, the dragon chanted, like an immortal guiding the way, the green mangs on the sword suddenly converged into a bunch, turning into a long rainbow, straight through the oncoming stick tip.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

The stick is as heavy as a mountain, and the sword is as powerful as a wave.

Everyone was affected by the aftermath of the two people, as if they were in the midst of a stormy wave, and there seemed to be thousands of thunders in the air, bursting out of thunder and firelight, and the frightened people couldn't look directly.

The next moment.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

With the help of a stick, Su Qing had already retreated like a storm, turning into a black shadow and falling towards the roof.

He raised his sword and held his sword, glanced at the old eunuch below, and said with a low smile: "Okay, it is indeed worthy of being the descendant disciple of Huaiyin Zhanghou, the master of the main hall of the Cutting Hall, Mi Cangqiong, it is indeed powerful." ”

Someone came again in the distance.

In the crowd, the word "Dragon Ba" was faintly heard.

It's getting more and more lively.

Su Qing had no surprise.

He looked at Di Fei, this person was already standing, with his head bowed and his hands down, of course, all the people present were scheming and clever people, he was not thinking about framing the blame or anything.

He just opened his lips slightly, and said two words to Di Fei in a small and loud voice.

But he believed that Di Fei could definitely see and hear.

What he said was—"Lei Chun! ”

The woman who has experienced frost and is still clear in the snow.

Rise.

The man who had kept his head down, finally raised his head.

Di Fei was startled, this "low-headed divine dragon" raised his head suddenly, suddenly, and abruptly.

It turned out that his neck was not broken.

As soon as he raised his head, a pair of eyes were already looking straight at Su Qing, with an indescribable chill, palpitations, and murderous intent.

This man who has always been calm, always calm and calm, and unfazed, has a rare, unprecedented appearance of killing intent towards a person.

Just because of those two words he said.

His eyes are very beautiful, as if he can express feelings, melancholy and deep, the whites of his eyes are pure and flawless, his pupils are as black as night, and his long eyelashes are curled and curled, which is more than that of a woman.

Now, however, it is like frozen into ice, condensed into frost.

"He's deliberately stalling for time!"

Mi Cangqiong finally spoke.

The blue in his eyes seemed to be gone, and it seemed to be hidden, with a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

It seemed that he had sensed something, so he burst out, wanting to test a thing or two.

Now, finally confirmed.

"Smart, guess what I'm going to do?"

Su Qingdao.

"Guess what, take you down, you still need to guess!"

A round and fat fat man had dodged behind Su Qing at some point, and when he wanted to sink his injury, he grabbed him.

Su Qing didn't say anything, his body didn't move, his head didn't turn back, but a pair of arms turned from front to back unbelievably at this time, as if they were like soft whips without bones, and they were not bound by joints.

The sword and the sword are shining.

illuminated Zhu Yueming's disgraced face.

In the shocked gaze, I saw that Zhu Yueming's palm was sticking out, and the flesh and blood flew in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, it had become Bai Sensen's bones, and then it seemed to be cut into 83,000 pieces in the air, turning into a rain of blood in the sky, splashing out.

"Like a bed bug, I really can't kill you!"

Su Qing withdrew his arms and shook his sword.

And he saw a head with staring eyes, and rolled into the street.

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