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Su Qing sat on the head of the Buddha.

He said that he abandoned the blade, and some who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a name for themselves joined in the fun, and instantly untied their swords and weapons, trembled, and shrank in a corner, for fear that they would be killed and have no place to be buried.

He said kill.

The masters of the Qinglong Congregation all roared, turned into phantoms, and went straight to choose their opponents, there was no lack of their enemies, their opponents, at this moment, they moved their whole body, on Longmen Mountain, fighting everywhere.

"Su Qing, suffer death!"

"Come on!"

"Die!"

……

Hurriedly shouted, in the shadow of the sword and sword, he suddenly saw that the masters of several factions were unanimous, all of them formed a formation, and surrounded him.

Su Qing took a breath and said softly: "I really don't understand, why do you always like to shout twice and call twice before you start?" Could it be that the louder the shouting, the higher the skill, the higher the skill? ”

"Longmen? It's a familiar and unfamiliar place! ”

The momentum of his fingertips changed, his right hand flicked lightly, only on the string to pluck it lightly, and with a bang, an astonishing energy burst out of the string in an instant, like a bow shooting at the moon, and submerged into a person's body.

"Boom!"

Several factions of masters, the first one did not scream, but saw that his face was full of tendons, and wisps of energy exploded and scattered under the flesh, like earthworms drilling, and then exploded in the air.

The remaining few people, their faces were awe-inspiring, but they were all changing their offensives, their bodies were changing, and they were scattered, delusional that Su Qing was losing one and the other, and it was difficult to support the left and right, the sword light stabbed his left arm, and the knife light slashed his right arm, and some people used the skill of grabbing, falling down, wanting to buckle his shoulders, and secretly there were hidden weapons hitting him, and the palm technique attacked his back heart, and there were figures everywhere at a glance, and there were killing machines in all directions.

In such a desperate situation where there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground, anyone will get a layer of cold sweat, and there will be death and no life.

What about Su Qing? He just sat on the head of the Buddha, his eyes drooped slightly, and his fingers stirred waves, shaking as if he was quietly watching the flowing clouds. The mountain was noisy and noisy, screaming and killing everywhere, but when he came to him, everything was quiet, quiet as if it was a little dust, and it was beautiful.

Only in a kind of indescribable calm and free, Su Qing's right hand seemed to be a flower, and the index finger and middle finger pulled the string, like shooting an arrow, and immediately saw an arc-like streamer flying out, knocking down all the hidden weapons in front of him, and the remaining momentum was unabated, cutting through the neck of a person and falling to the ground, leaving a thin slash mark.

He plucked the strings with one hand, pressed the body of the piano and opened the five fingers of the other hand, and also fell on the strings, not as light and soft as the right hand, but rigid and domineering, if you want to tear the piano wire all the way to break, simple and direct, each of the five fingers hooked up a piano wire, I don't want to, the same is like shooting an arrow, only the strings are pulled away from the body, and the distance of several feet is extended back, and the strings are piercing, so not harsh.

Su Qing's five fingers were clasped tightly but did not loosen, as if he was gathering momentum, and at this moment, the few people he attacked together were actually accompanied by Su Qing's drag and pull strings, three feet in front of him, like falling into the mire, no matter how difficult the sword is, no matter how difficult it is to add fists and feet, as if it is blocked by an invisible barrier, it is frozen in the air.

The qi of the whole body is surging.

The hairband behind Su Qing suddenly broke, the black hair was flying, the green clothes were agitated, and those people were even more like a strong wind, all the hair was blown to the back of their heads, and the facial muscles were writhing like muscles blown by the wind, and they were violently rushing, and their clothes were all bulging.

It's just that there are eight strings on the piano, the five strings have been moved, and there are still three strings left, Su Qing's expression is flat, and his right hand is stretched out again, and he stretches out his hand again. This time, he plucked the tail end of the string wire, such as picking flowers and pulling silk, probing a finger, and the three strings were broken from this, to be precise, it was more like he was untied from the piano, he raised his arm and raised his hand, and the three strings were stretched up quickly, like a fluttering ribbon, buzzing from the Buddha's head to fly down, flying to the three directions, and did not enter the fight.

A terrifying scene appeared, the strings were like willow filaments, swinging with the wind, but they were like a spirit snake meandering in the field, quickly passing through it, like wearing a sugar gourd, the strings were like soft swords, submerged into the body of one person after another, the edge was incomparable, leaving only a needle-like blood hole, falling down one after another, so not treacherous and demonic.

Surrounded by a heavy siege, Su Qing could still distract himself and pay attention to the situation in the field.

"What a vicious scoundrel!"

Seeing that the disciples of the sect were killed and injured countless times.

The few people who were fighting with him were already stunned and furious.

Su Qing didn't speak, his right hand only shook, and the three strings were immediately withdrawn.

One person has quick eyes and hands, and he is about to grab it, he only thinks that the strings are such idle things, but the five fingers have not had time to clench, and in a miserable scream, half of the severed hand has been thrown to the ground.

"Respect the evil martial arts, Hu also came to lead the teaching!"

Listening to a deep voice, among the people watching the battle, a sloppy man holding a bamboo cane and a gourd around his waist was about to jump out.

As soon as the sword flower is pulled, it is a superb swordsmanship with exquisite and unparalleled swordsmanship, the sword is prosperous, the sword shadow is all over the sky, and the white light on the tip of the sword is swallowed, and it soars by more than a few feet, which makes many people exclaim for it.

Su Qing's eyes that had been drooping slightly finally lifted, looked at the sword, and then looked at the person, looking at the other party's dress, as well as this exquisite swordsmanship.

And he heard the man call himself.

"Hu? It could not be the one! ”

"Hu no return?"

Su Qing's eyes flickered, and he flicked his sleeves again, and the three twisting strings instantly stretched straight, like a long sword stabbing, shooting directly at this supreme swordsman, he actually led the sword with a string, and this person was for a while.

Seeing that someone made a move, some people couldn't bear it.

"I'm here to learn how to do it!"

A handsome burly man with eight silver halberds in his hand, dressed in brocade clothes, with a cold face and heavy eyes, his eyes suddenly burst into fine light, his feet moved, flew down from a cliff, his body was even vertical, the rabbit rose and fell, a swallow three copies of the water such an ordinary body method, it was actually made by it is the peak, two or three dodges, has passed the distance of one or twenty zhang.

"Ah, Silver Halberd Wenhou Lu Fengxian?"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed again.

Before Su Qing arrived, this person, the halberd in his hand was shocked, rounded, swept in the air, and smashed on a Bodhisattva statue, a stone statue of several kilograms, with a "bang", the air was smashed towards Su Qing's chest, and the wind whimpered, making people's scalp numb.

"Trouble!"

Su Qing squinted and muttered to herself.

With a hook of the index finger of his right hand, the three strings suddenly flew back to one, circling around him like a swimming dragon, blood beads splashed in the air, and several people who were stalemate and stagnant around him stood as if they were deflated, and the eyebrows, throat, chest, waist and abdomen were all pierced by the strings.

Su Qing's left hand, which had not changed, was suddenly loosened at this moment.

The five strings trembled and returned.

Those people flew and fell to the ground, their expressions were stiff, their faces were strange, they opened their mouths and wanted to speak, but in the next moment, their throats were stalked, and they all seemed to be hit by lightning and fire, and their bodies exploded and shattered on the spot.

All these changes seem to be a long time, but in fact, they are just a fleeting change in the mind.

Seeing that Hu Bugui's swordsmanship was exquisite, Su Qing lifted his fingers again, and the remaining two strings had also flown back, but when he took it back, he had silently cut over the Bodhisattva statue, and the Buddha statue was split and fell to the ground one by one.

He twisted his fingers and only wiped the end of the piano, and the three strings were tied back as if they had never been broken.

"Good!"

With a loud shout, there was already one more person in front of Su Qing, raising the halberd, the halberd body was bent like an arc moon, and when he smashed his head at Su Qing, Hu Bugui followed, and the sword was shining.

"Zheng Zheng~"

Two more piano notes.

The faces of the two people in front of them were all grim, and they slashed halberds and swords, and they actually scattered the strength of the strings in the air.

"It's not the Heavenly Demon Qin!"

Su Qing whispered.

"Well, I'll do it too!"

Another man swept out.

It was a man in black clothes and black robes, black shoes and black socks, a man in black who couldn't find a trace of white, and he was a swordsman, with a black sheath sword on his back.

As soon as he walked out, the iron sword in the sheath sounded for no reason, and it came out of the sheath on its own.

This person is tall and burly, with a broad back and broad shoulders, and he looks very upright, full of a vigorous and resolute vigor and ruthlessness, and chic and uninhibited.

There is no joy and anger on his face with an indescribable dead gray, his sword eyebrows are flying obliquely, his eyes are narrow, implying arrogance, and there are a few sparse mustaches under his chin.

In the whole world, there is only one swordsman who can have such a costume and such a sharp edge.

"Songyang Iron Sword!"

In fact, many people don't know that the four characters of Songyang Iron Sword represent not just one person, but a family, a very hidden martial arts family, the Songyang Guo family.

Over the ages, only the most outstanding swordsmen and leaders in the clan can bear this name, walk the world on behalf of the family, and break through the great prestige.

You must know that in the world, the rise of a top master is often not alone, if they are not unexpected, they will be accompanied by the birth of a force. For example, the Sun family of the old man Tianji, the money gang of Shangguan Jinhong, the Xie family, and the Guo family, even the Li family of Xiao Li Feidao, all of them have a foundation and a foundation; Even if Li Xunhuan handed over his ancestral family property to others, his four words of Xiao Li Feidao are destined to be an indelible mark, which was the case in the past, is the case now, and will be the same in the future.

With a "choking" sound, the sword roared, and the sword light was bright.

I only heard a choked dragon groan, and the sword had been struck.

His scabbard is jet black, and the sword body is actually jet black, obscure, the long sword falls into his hand, and the black mangs circulate, and the cold sword qi spontaneously emits on it, which makes people's skin cold, as if being pricked by needles.

The sword light just lit up, and the jet-black sword was already in front of him, and the sword qi was swishing and swishing.

There is also the sword of no return.

Lu Fengxian's halberd.

And a man's sword.

A left-handed sword swished silently from the crowd on the side, and Jing Wuming's face looked like it was carved out of ice at the moment.

"Retreat, block the mountain road!"

Su Qing suddenly spoke, his voice was no longer as light as before, it was very loud, very deep, very heavy.

In today's martial arts, these four people, no one dares to despise them, these four people join forces, no one can despise them, no, they can't do it, not even Su Qing.

Withdraw? Who did he let him with?

But seeing that the children of the "Blue Dragon Society" who were fighting all over the mountain were calling like a tide, they all retreated down the mountain in an orderly manner, but they were injured and had been dragged up, and the corpses on the ground were gone, and those who returned to Shun were retreating.

Even Di Qinglin also retreated, Peacock and they also retreated, and Xiao Siwu also retreated.

They all retreated.

In such a situation of death and lifelessness, he actually let his subordinates retreat, isn't it a way out of the way and a way to die? The right path has won in all directions? Did the gangs win?

Su Qing exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, his fingers stirred, the sound of the piano was shocked, the strength was released, and while forcing the four people back, his eyes swept away, familiar, unfamiliar, his eyes seemed to fluctuate, and he said lightly: "The eight tones have reappeared, the world has changed greatly, today this seat will be in this dragon gate, with this qin sound will be a martial arts group for a while, and see who can be better!" ”

The previous piano sound, the song is not a song, the tune is not in tune, but it is brought at will, the sound of picking it up, Su Qing's ten fingers are lightly buttoned, the green clothes have fallen, and the black hair has fallen, but the sound of the piano under his fingers is changing from slow to urgent, and the sound of Zheng Zheng is rising with the surging waves.

His gaze swept over the Xiangshan on the other side of Yishui, his eyes were thoughtful, and Su Qingfu said softly: "Everyone, be careful, Su wants to-"

The sound of the piano turns from light to heavy, from high to low, fast, ringing, full of bronze bells, also at this time, there is a huge sound of "Cen Cen", resounding through the sky, and the sound of the piano is integrated, booming into the distance, only the surging waves of the Yishui are stirring and rushing, the birds are in the air, and the swimming fish sinks to the bottom.

The unfinished words fell.

"—Killing spree."

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