He was a long-established grandmaster, and he knew that this kind of killing move was indispensable.

Qin Yi failed to kill him with one move, and it was a dead end.

This is undoubtedly cheapening him, who would have thought that Qin Yi would get rid of two competitors with one move and let him pick up a big bargain.

"It's broken!"

Qin Yi's heart tightened, and he was secretly helpless.

In order to wield this magic sword, he consumed almost all of his true qi, as well as the essence of his ten-year lifespan.

Originally, I thought that hell would destroy the world, and it was not a problem to kill a few people in seconds.

But he never thought that after all, his cultivation was too shallow, and he didn't have a divine sword in his hand, and the power he exerted was less than one millionth of the power of the Hell Demon Lord.

At this moment, his true qi was empty, he was scarred, and he was on the verge of collapse.

When you talk about killing, you don't have the strength to chant spells, and it seems that there is only one way to die!

"Xiaoyan!"

Qin Yi shouted Wen Xueyan's name, and the two looked at each other, ready to die.

"Brother Yi, I'm not afraid, and I don't regret it!"

"Wouldn't it be a great blessing in life to be able to die on the same day as you and go to Huangquan hand in hand?"

Wen Xueyan smiled softly.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Oops!"

Long Xiaotian also secretly hammered his fist, but after all, he still didn't go up to help.

Feng Wanli and An Huaqian's cultivation is above him, and now that the owner of Xue Zhuang is dead, the entire mountain has become a mess.

He went to save Qin Yi at this time, in case these two people had bad intentions, he was afraid that he and his daughter would also suffer.

In order to preserve his strength, Long Xiaotian could only stand by and watch, and there was no other way.

"Brother Wan, the Qin thief killed my son, I will take revenge for this, let me come!"

Anhua Qianhengli fought out and grabbed in front of Feng Wanli.

"Whoosh!"

"Qin Hou, you kill my son Dragon City, take your life!"

Anhua Qianda drank out his sword.

The long sword is like a rainbow, unstoppable! A sword D pierced Qin Yi's chest, and rushed straight towards the suspense side of him.

"The rivers and lakes are far away, young people should be good people in the next life!"

An Huaqian pulled out his long sword and slapped it on Qin Yi's chest with one palm.

Qin Yi suddenly vomited blood and flew sideways, and with the last trace of strength, he hugged Wen Xueyan and fell into the cliff.

"Brother An, no!"

Feng Wanli chased to the edge of the cliff, but saw two white cranes carrying the two of them, and between the flapping wings, they had disappeared into the green mountains, where else to find.

"You want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death, Brother An, can I say that you are releasing water?"

Feng Wanli's eyes were murderous, and he said coldly.

"Brother Feng, please pay attention to the way you speak, I am not your disciple."

"How to take revenge is the old man's business, if you don't believe it, you can eat my sword and palm to see if you can live?"

Anhua put a thousand long swords into the sheath and shouted awe-inspiringly.

"Also, let me remind you, this is Huaxia, as long as I shout your name casually, you will never want to go back to the Rakshasa Gate, understand?"

"Phew, today is finally a wish, no longer have to be with you and other villains, happy, happy!"

After An Huaqian finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and smiled away.

"Miscalculation! Miscalculation! ”

"Qin Hou, whether you live or die, I must see it with my own eyes!"

Feng Wanli was not annoyed, he still had to take Qin Yi's head and Dan Fang to go back to the Rakshasa Gate Master to hand over the business.

Now, although Qin Yi was seriously injured and hit another fatal sword, Feng Wanli was still unsure.

"Dad, is Qin Hou just gone?"

When Long Feifei raised her head, she was already in tears.

She is very envious of Qin Yi and Wen Xueyan in life and death, the vigorous emotions are more touching than those in the TV series.

It's a pity that there is only one Qin Yi in the world, how can she get such a confidant in her life?

"No!"

"He will live, from today onwards, Koto is his!"

"He's right, I can't play this Jianghu anymore, and I can't play anymore!"

"Filthy and dirty, let's leave it to the young people."

Long Xiaotian looked at An Huaqian's figure that was floating away, and looked up to the sky and sighed leisurely.

In today's battle, if Qin Yi does not die, he will definitely be famous all over the world.

After that, the Jiangdong Martial Arts Realm was afraid that no one would dare to shake its edge, and kill two grandmasters with one sword, which was already a miracle that surpassed Yan Jiutian back then.

Long Xiaotian knew that with his current energy and means, as well as popularity, he would not be able to play Qin Yi.

Qin Yi's suggestion to him was sincere and true, not provocative.

If you want to retreat safely, you can only give up the country and let the Dragon Gang continue to flourish in his hands.

Only in this way can you protect yourself and your daughter!

It's a pity that I couldn't entrust my daughter's life to him, which is a big pity after all.

After this long sigh, Long Xiaotian was ten years old in an instant.

"Master Long, we are all old, it's time to leave this place of right and wrong."

Shi Chong also sighed happily.

"Master Long, Qin Yi was seriously injured, and he was also hit by Mr. An's sword, how can he have a way to live."

Jiang Haitao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, although he was convinced by this battle, he was still a little unhappy when he heard that Hou Ye wanted to let Jiangshan.

"Yunlong, your cultivation is extremely high and your knowledge is also extensive, you can tell him."

Long Xiao Heavenly Dao.

Cai Yunlong coughed a few times, refilled a cigarette, and said slowly: "Master Jiang, Anhua Qian's murder has always been a sword to seal his throat!" Do you understand? ”

"I see!"

"Such a hero, no one in the world loves him, no one hesitates to do so, after all, Mr. An is a decent and high-spirited person, and he has forgotten his enmity."

Jiang Haitao had an epiphany and sighed in the sky.

……

Dongzhou listens to Yuxuan!

The Y rain has been continuous for several days, and the thunder is endless every day!

The earth-shattering bad news was scattered in every corner on both sides of the Dongjiang River in the thunderstorm!

The first person in Koto!

The world's first young hero, Qin Hou, fought in Xuejiazhuang and died of serious injuries due to exhaustion!

As soon as the news came out, the entire Jiangdong political, commercial and military three realms shook!

The bigwigs from all over the country, important members of the military region, and the top leaders of Jiangdong all came to mourn in person.

This is a sudden disaster that no one expected!

The mourning hall has been on display for seven days! The funeral post is posted to every corner of Koto!

There are two groups of people who keep the spirits.

One wave is the Great Qin Army of the Military Region!

All the colors of the bright military uniform!

The other wave, all students!

This was something that no one expected, not even Zhang Daling and the others.

These students were not deliberately invited, but spontaneously asked to come to the vigil.

Because they were the top students selected from the thousands of schools that Qin Yi secretly asked Wan Xiaoyun to donate, no one knew that the Qin Gang's large amount of money every month flowed to those remote mountain villages.

Qin Yi was lying in the coffin so quietly!

The pale face, still with a faint smile, seemed to be asleep.

Outside the entire East Lake community, luxury cars are parked!

Hall masters from all over the country rushed over with their henchmen and disciples from other places, but before they got out of the car, Zhao Dezhu, Wu Xuhui and others were already crying and couldn't even walk.

They were trying to take advantage of this opportunity to make a big move, but they didn't expect that the sky would not be a holiday.

It's a pity that their king will fall to the altar at the height of his prime.

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