"Drive!"

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

……

Early morning.

On the official road, I suddenly heard a rush to drink, and the sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and I drove out of Luoyang City.

The sound was as fast as a drum, and when it was near, I saw two fast horses galloping after each other.

Take the first ride, white horse Tsing Yi.

The one who is slightly behind, the black horse is white.

The two of them rushed one after another, Su Qing in front and Di Qinglin in the back, just waiting until "Luoyang City" had disappeared and went to a mountain.

Su Qing pulled the reins at this time.

But seeing the surrounding green mountains and clear waters, green leaves and red flowers, and the mountain fog has not dispersed, the two of them are in the middle, as if they have fallen into the flowers.

Di Qinglin also stopped, and said lightly, "It seems that you have picked a good place for yourself to bury your bones!" ”

Su Qing smiled.

"Bragging!"

Di Qinglin snorted coldly: "Look how you will die later!" ”

Su Qing leaned forward slightly, as if he was about to lie down on the horse's neck, but under Di Qinglin's gradually changing eyes, he took out the bronze mask in his arms slowly, and said with a smile, "I said you bragging, don't believe it!" ”

Di Qinglin suddenly stopped talking.

He stared at the dragon-headed mask without blinking, his pale face seemed to have an abnormal flush, and his eyes were full of incredity. "How did you get him?"

Su Qing said, "It's simple, wouldn't it be nice to grab it!" ”

He said it very casually, but Di Qinglin couldn't be calm anymore, his eyes were cloudy, and he glanced around vigilantly.

"Don't look at it, I don't have so many twists and turns, just me, you should think about how to greet me, the boss of the green dragon, now!"

Su Qing smiled and shook his head suddenly.

"No, I don't like this name very much, I'll still call it Da Longshou in the future!"

He took a closer look at the handsome little marquis in front of him.

Who would have thought that Di Qinglin, who is admired by women all over the world and stammered by all the forces of the rivers and lakes, would actually be a member of the "Green Dragon Society", which is very interesting! ”

Di Qinglin seemed to have regained his previous cold and indifferent appearance, and he asked, "So, he's dead?" ”

Su Qing shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, now, it's what you think!"

Di Qinglin's eyes lit up.

"My thoughts? What do you mean? ”

"You should know that since ancient times, every change of power always needs supporters, and now I am waiting for your answer, you have two ways, one is to kneel in front of me, and the other is to fall at my feet!"

Su Qing said with a smile, smiling calmly and freely, but there was a shuddering coldness in his eyes, he said it very clearly and understood, this was a naked solicitation.

Di Qinglin actually grinned when he heard this, and his smile was strange. "Actually, I think I'm better suited for that position than you!"

People are ambitious, the greater the ability, the greater the ambition, Di Qinglin was born noble, unspeakably expensive, ordinary people have worked hard for all their lives, he has at his fingertips, can arouse his interest, there are very few in the world, and this dragon head is among them.

Su Qing seemed to have guessed this result a long time ago.

"Okay, you can get it!"

He had put the mask on his face.

Di Qinglin smiled and said, "Okay! ”

As soon as the word "good" fell, he suddenly pressed the horse's back, turned over and jumped up, like a bird, he was not holding a sword, but a knife, a knife as thin as paper, thin and almost transparent, like cicada wings, as if even the morning sun on the edge of the sky can pass through the blade, exuding a pale golden brilliance,

This person is Bai Yujing's henchman in the "Green Dragon Club", and he can be a confidant who can put his heart into his heart, I am afraid that the two of them were born with unusual identities, which created an unusual relationship with each other, and even made friends.

One is the world-famous immortal sword, but it secretly manipulates the general trend of the rivers and lakes and instigates changes. A hereditary first-class marquis with a noble status on the surface, and he is suave, handsome and chic, and is recognized as a chivalrous young man in the rivers and lakes, but behind his back, he is insidious and ruthless, and kills people like numbness.

On the rivers and lakes, in fact, there are some people who can't be killed. Because after killing them, it will have a great impact, a big trouble, such as those righteous heroes, this kind of person must have many friends, as long as something happens to him, his friends in the rivers and lakes will definitely think of revenge for him.

The rivers and lakes are like this, love and hate, and deceit.

Also, the background is not small, if such a person dies, the government will definitely track it down.

These are the two kinds of troubles that people in the rivers and lakes are most unwilling to get into.

But he didn't care, because no one could have imagined that he would kill someone, so he would never cause any trouble after killing someone.

He has killed many people, including heroes who are mighty and powerful, heroes who are famous in the south of the Yangtze River, young heroes who are as famous as the sky, or the older generation of celebrities who have been famous for a long time on the rivers and lakes.

But this is the first time that a person has been killed in the open.

The man has arrived, the sword has come.

The gorgeous and fluttering sword light is like Di Qinglin's people, pursuing the ultimate perfection, the faint sword light seems to be an intoxicating dream, and the speed of the shot is indescribable, slashing obliquely towards Su Qing's neck.

"Knife in the sleeve?"

"I have it too!"

Su Qing tilted his head slightly, feeling the sharp blade passing by, his right hand shook, and he saw a snowy knife flying out of the cuff in his sleeve, slashing horizontally towards Di Qinglin's chest, and the blade of the knife flew away from his hand unbelievably, no one drove it, and it didn't spin endlessly.

Di Qinglin's eyes changed, his muscles tightened, and the breath in his mouth was retracted, and he retreated violently, and the cold knife chased after him.

People are retreating, knives are flying.

In the blink of an eye, he withdrew three or four feet away, and made a horizontal block.

"Ding!"

The steel knife that swirled in front of him bounced back with a stress collision.

But before he could settle down, the knife that could fly back upside down was suddenly caught in the air by a calm and powerful right hand, but seeing that Su Qing had already swept in the air, he held it with five fingers, and slashed the knife while taking the knife.

A bright white light, such as a waterfall direct hit, the knife light soared, on the blade, there seemed to be a golden light swallowing and extinguishing, expanding and contracting, brilliant and dazzling.

Before the knife fell, Di Qinglin had already given birth to an illusion that his skin was open, and he was shocked and hurriedly blocked it. The cold sword light was imminent, Su Qing attacked above, and at the same time as the two knives met, it was like a thunder and fire exchange, a piercing buzz sounded, and between the blades, a scorching spark erupted.

Di Qinglin's feet sank, his standing was unsteady, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, his right hand trembled, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He looked at the ground, just under the knife of Su Qing's position, although it did not touch the ground, but on the soil and stone, there was a narrow and narrow straight shallow mark out of thin air.

Di Qinglin was shocked to see it, and he couldn't help but feel a wisp of warmth slipping off his forehead, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, only to see a faint blood mark on his forehead silently.

He hissed, "Who the hell are you?" ”

Su Qing was carrying a sword on his back, holding a knife, looking at him, hearing the words, he played with the long knife in his hand, his index finger bent and flicked, the blade of the knife stood up and trembled, and the knife light was cold, shaking Di Qinglin's face pale.

"If you can take me five times, I will spare you from death!"

He replied, his eyes under the mask blinking.

"Poof!"

His left arm also shook, and there was actually a knife.

With the two knives in hand, Su Qing's eyes were cold, and the killing machine burst out.

Without waiting for Di Qinglin to speak again, the green robe swayed and rolled, and suddenly a mountain mist blew.

The light of the knife in Su Qing's hand was bright again, and the golden light on the blade was uncertain, but there was no trembling, the horizontal knife was in his hand, and the knife was silent, silently slashing towards Di Qinglin's heart and neck.

At the moment of the knife, his body was vertical, and he was in front of the other party in an instant. The double knife changes with the body, flying without a shadow, and turning sharply like electricity. The arms are spread, the knife light seems to turn into a knife wheel, chopping the mountain stones, twisting the morning mist, the knife light passes, the ground, there are silent slender knife marks, submerged into the dust, straight as picturesque.

Quick, fast.

When the knife rises and falls, just listen.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding~"

The stormy sword light wrenched towards Di Qinglin.

"Bang!"

Finally, with an overwhelming cracking sound, the fragments of the remnant knife collapsed in the sky.

Di Qinglin's right hand was blurred with flesh and blood, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his expression was miserable, and he looked at the tip of the knife that was inches away from his eyebrows with cold sweat.

"Plop!"

As if out of strength, his legs went limp, and he really knelt down.

Su Qing walked up to him and said condescendingly

"Now, go and gather all the altar masters and hall masters to come and see me!"