Dawn dawns.

The dawn is in a hurry.

A cool breeze swept across the empty and silent long street, and the wine flags were hunting beside the road, and the dead leaves were swirling all over the ground.

That's when it happened.

There were footsteps on the street.

Unusual footsteps.

The footsteps came from the city gate, approaching slowly, but they were extraordinarily calm, not in a hurry.

It is indeed very steady, this kind of footsteps, just like a person who weighs a thousand pounds, has indescribable confidence and strength, step by step, step by step, sonorous and powerful, crisp and neat, never dragging mud and water, such as the wind and clouds, such as thunder transients, but it is weirdly silent, such as floating clouds and light wind, not startled by falling wood.

The change between static and dynamic has reached an unbelievable level.

In fact, it doesn't matter how you lift your feet or how you settle down, what matters is to stand firm.

It's like someone who wants to store gas before he speaks, and someone who wants to store strength before doing things, and when he steps down step by step, his momentum is like a long river stacking waves, one wave after another, surging endlessly, unstoppable.

Looking at the small and seeing the big, you can know that the master of this footstep must be extraordinary.

This is a man with a convex forehead and a cheek, dressed in brocade clothes and eyebrows, extremely heavy, his pupils move slightly, like thunder bursting out, golden light bursting out, breathtaking.

He walked slowly, with the five fingers of his hands slightly hanging down on his sides, and at this moment, the tendons and veins on his fingers were hidden and floating, and they were tense.

In fact, this step is not owned by one person.

There was another man beside him, who was walking with him, or rather half a step behind, dressed in a golden robe, tightly tied with cuffs, with a hat on top of his head, a sword on his right waist, and a pair of lifeless, dead-gray eyes that were pressed down to the brim of the hat.

These two.

It is now sweeping the world, shocking the Quartet, and making the black and white colors frightened, the leader of the Money Gang, Shangguan Jinhong, and his henchmen, Jing Wu.

There is a very strange scene under the feet of the two, stepping out, the same step distance, the same rise and fall, that is, when to lift the foot and when to land is inconceivably the same.

Walking here, the pace of the two of them is actually hidden into a strange rhythm.

These two people are synchronized together, could it be that they have reached the point of the same heart?

Such a scene, I am afraid that Li Xunhuan will be terrified when he sees it, and the old man of Tianji will be moved when he sees it, all over the world, if the two people in such a realm have the same mind, I am afraid that no one will dare to stand in front of them, in the world, who can beat the other two?

However, there are always exceptions.

In this world, there is no absolute invincibility.

Shangguan Jin Hong's eyes suddenly tightened, his city was extremely deep, this frowning, staring, just like a lion and tiger staring, domineering and palpitating.

Just because, he had sensed an undisguised killing machine, as if it had melted into the cool cold wind, which was biting cold and terrifying.

This killing machine came suddenly, like an arrow on a string, shot from afar.

It was a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes like water, and he was glancing at him from an alley, and the other party's face still had a warm and flat smile, this was a green-shirted man, with a knife and a sword on his waist on his shoulder, and he was walking out step by step, stroking his palms and praised: "Okay, Shangguan is really a hero!" ”

It was Su Qing.

Like an arrow, the gaze falls on it.

For some reason, in the distance between the two sides, a sharp wind blew in an instant, stirring up dust and rolling leaves, and the stagnant qi was almost suffocating.

It was at this time that Shangguan Jinhong suddenly stopped.

As soon as he stopped, Jing Wusheng also stopped, and the two of them only stood at the door of the Yuelai Inn, looking at Su Qing who was more than ten or twenty zhang away, and Shangguan Fei who was carrying the money.

"What do you want? Right? Sharp? ”

Shangguan Jinhong's copper-like cheeks trembled inexplicably, and his voice full of gold and iron texture fell.

Su Qing laughed.

"Huh, right? Even your rights are given by me, and I just want to take them back now, of course, with a little extra interest! ”

Shangguan Fei couldn't help but remind: "Dad, be careful, he is the great dragon head of the Blue Dragon Society!" ”

Shangguan Jinhong's hands with five fingers slightly open, when he heard the words, he held them tightly, the green tendons in his grip burst out, his blood was bulging, and his high sun was trembling slightly at this moment.

"I should have thought of it!"

He said.

Su Qing said softly: "It's okay, it's not too late to know now, what the victory or defeat is, you always have to divide the level under your hands, and it doesn't matter what your identity is!" ”

As he spoke, he took out the Blue Dragon Head Mask from his bosom as if he had identified himself and covered his face.

"Where's your ring?"

Shangguan Jinhong suddenly seemed to have no expression, he no longer looked at Shangguan Fei, he didn't look at his son, he thought that he had been a hero for half his life, planning for decades, for the sake of now, how could he give up halfway, give up because of his son, and be distracted.

He is in the prime of life, as long as he does not die, the bloodline will naturally not be broken, not to mention that he has more than this son, Shangguan Jinhong swept his gaze at Jing Wusheng beside him, and his expression became more and more weird, really like a statue of a god who does not like or anger.

Moreover, Su Qing still has a big enmity against him, the revenge of killing his father.

In today's battle, we must not be distracted, let alone defeated.

Seeing that Shangguan Jinhong no longer looked at herself, Shangguan Fei's face only seemed to be desperate, and his face was like ashes.

Shangguan Jinhong said in a deep voice: "Ring in my heart!" ”

Su Qing said: "It's always this set of rhetoric every time, even so, take it out and let me take a look!" ”

What he said casually on his lips was already secretly condensed in his heart, the dragon and phoenix ring belonged to the ranks of strange soldiers, and they were dangerous and treacherous weapons on the rivers and lakes, good at change; But in the hands of Shangguan Jinhong, he turned this kind of extremely insidious and dangerous weapon into a powerful and stable weapon, which is really beyond the reach of people; Speaking of which, it is similar to Li Xunhuan's Xiao Li flying knife, because the flying knife is also transformed from a hidden weapon into a bright weapon, which is just and big, which is contrary to common sense.

That's what makes them special.

Shangguan Jinhong's eyes froze, as if he was frozen in an instant.

"When you make a move, you will naturally see!"

Su Qing smiled.

"I'm already in front of you, so you won't make a move?"

Shangguan Jinhong said coldly: "Why don't you make a move?" ”

Su Qing only said in his heart that this guy was really cunning, and he could be so calm, for fear of revealing flaws.

He no longer continued to waste time, but turned his gaze to the hat-wearing Jing Wusheng.

"Aren't you looking for me? Why don't you make a move? ”

This time, Shangguan Jinhong didn't say anything, Jing Wuming raised his hat, and his dead gray eyes suddenly seemed to bloom with a terrifying light, and he said, "Okay! ”

While speaking, Jing Wuming had already walked towards Su Qing from Shangguan Jinhong's side, his steps were slow at the beginning, silent, just like before, but Shangguan Jinhong behind him followed closely at this moment, and fell in one step, and there was a muffled "bang" sound on the bluestone slab, like a thunderclap on the ground.

More than 20 feet, the two of them did not stop at their feet, but they were thundering step by step, the sound was booming, sonorous like a drum, and every sound seemed to fall into people's hearts.

"Want to build momentum?"

The hustle and bustle was everywhere, the strong wind was blowing, Su Qing pursed her thin lips and squinted.

We can't wait any longer, if we wait for them to attack in front of them, I am afraid that we will have to face an earth-shattering, terrifying blow.

Thinking of this, Su Qing's dantian's qi was lucky, and his heart and blood surged, and only a terrible ghost cry roared from his mouth, piercing gold and gravel, shocking the sky.

The floating leaves of the square and round zhang xu all broke at this moment, and Shangguan Fei hummed even more, rolled his eyes, and was stunned on the spot.

And the two people who were approaching step by step on the opposite side suddenly stagnated.

Jing Wuxian felt as if his mind had been pricked by a needle, and at the moment of stinging, he was busy steady.

I didn't want to see a wisp of blue rainbow like water in front of me, accompanied by a crisp sound of "choking", and it flew straight out of the sheath and shot straight into his eyebrows.

The sword light was in front, and after the sword light, a cyan figure seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke, bringing out layers of phantoms, moving and changing, dragging a long knife upside down in his hand, flashing over, and instantly slashing out thousands of sword lights.

Faint words sounded in his ears.

"Boy, let me see how much you've grown!"

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