Chen An slowly turned around, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and ripped off Tuzi's human skin mask, revealing a face that was seven or eight points similar to Tu Kui, which made Qiu Kun stunned.

"You ......"

Before he could ask, Chen An raised his hand and threw away the human skin mask, and began to rub it on his face again, and after a while, he turned into a young man with a frosty face but a little childish.

"It is miraculous, and it is not wrong to die at your hands. Qiu Kun watched this performance, his mouth was bitter, but he continued: "But before you die, you at least let me know who you really are, why did you kill us, at least let me be a ghost." ”

Chen An walked leisurely, removed the unnecessary disguises on his body one by one, and said briskly: "Tell you, it's okay to let you die, my name is Jun Yueyi, as for why I want to kill you, it's because ......"

Chen An's voice gradually lowered, attracting Qiu Kun to unconsciously turn his body sideways.

A playful smile appeared at the corner of Chen An's mouth, and suddenly he disappeared in place, and Qiu Kun, who was silently running the exercises to recover his strength, while listening attentively, felt a pang in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he raised his hand and went to his neck.

Hiss, the sound of a sharp sword entering the flesh sounded, and Qiu Kun's forearm was brought up by Chen An's fingers with a puddle of blood.

"You ......" The look of despair on Qiu Kun's face disappeared, replaced by a hideous desire to choose people to devour.

"I already knew that you were delaying time, how could I wait for you to recover," Chen An shook off the blood on his fingers and said coldly: "The most secret thing in this world is that even the dead don't know, how about the taste of the Chengying Sword just now? ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen An raised his palm knife, walked with his arm, moved his arm with his fingers, and crossed a beautiful curve, bringing up a brilliant arc of light, the arc of light has the potential to go straight to Xiao Han, and it is like a thunder punishment of nine days, ruthless, fast, and he wants to cut Qiu Kun in front of him into the dust.

Body swordsmanship, famous sword flow, Chixiao.

Chen An learned martial arts at the beginning, and what he learned was very miscellaneous, it can be said that he can do everything with eighteen weapons, but he is not very proficient.

And after becoming the killer of the Dark Division, the Dark Division's fighting skills opened his eyes, and they exerted their maximum lethality by studying every structure of the human body, training everyone into an extremely efficient killing machine.

In their view, for the human body, the fingers are different from the palm, the palm is different from the arm, and the arm is different from the body, and every part of the body is a deadly weapon, the edge of the palm is like a blade, the tip of the elbow is like a thrust, the small fist is like a heavy hammer, and the long arm is like a big gun......

This concept of martial arts was born purely to improve lethality, and it was not the right way, but it gave Chen An a different way of thinking, and laid a solid foundation for him to integrate martial arts and create a swordsmanship.

After he became a martial artist, he discovered the truth that one law is all over a hundred ways, weapons are just weapons, swords, guns and whips are just shapes, blindly stick to the form, and never want to touch the peak of martial arts.

If you want to get out of the form, you must first compare the shape with the form, change the thinking, the knife is a sharp sword, the gun is a long sword, the whip is a soft sword, and the hammer is a heavy sword...... The three-foot Qingfeng can be used as a weapon in hand.

From the body swordsmanship, and the famous sword stream of body swordsmanship is his final elaboration of his own theory.

How many divine weapons have been used throughout the ages, compared with famous swords, and their sword intentions include the sword of the emperor, the sword of benevolence, the sword of integrity, the sword of Weiling, the sword of assassins, and the sword of lore...... They represent different wills in different periods and different circumstances, and although they cannot be all-encompassing in one generation, they can be regarded as almost all-encompassing.

Now what Qiu Kun is facing is the courage to kill everything, and there is no forgiveness.

Of course, Qiu Kun would not close his eyes and wait for death, on the contrary, without the courage to fight for a line, he would not have been able to achieve today. Martial arts cultivation is the tempering of the body and mind, and without a rock-solid heart, it is impossible to go far on this road.

Just as Chen An raised his hand, Qiu Kun was alert, he took a step back, pulled open the shelf, gathered the muscles of his body, and took a deep breath. This breath inhaled made his whole body swell in a circle, and in front of Chen An, he was like a giant standing up to the sky, like a mountain, unable to break through.

He exerted his shoulders and arms, stretched his hands, and joined them in front of him, lifted them high, threw them down heavily, and brought up the unrivaled wind pressure, blowing wantonly in all directions, and the surrounding trees were all lodging.

The mixed yuan smashed the monument in one go.

This move is decisive, even if it is slashed by the opponent's sword, it will also smash the opponent's head. Even if he is broken, he is also rough and thick-skinned, and the other party does not have any magic weapons, just uses his fingers as a sword, and he will die if he is hit hard.

At the same time, the swordsman who was lying on the ground covering his neck, only inlet but not out, disappeared at some point, and a faint knife light emerged from behind Chen An, under the daylight, almost as if it was gone, silently locking Chen An's heart.

In the face of this desperate situation, a touch of playfulness appeared on the corner of Chen An's mouth, the most basic quality of being an assassin is to maximize the use of the surrounding environment, how can he ignore a person who is only injured, but not completely dead.

In an instant, Chen An in mid-air seemed to have lost his weight out of thin air, like a piece of tissue paper, blown away by the wind pressure brought up by Qiu Kun's fist, and flew backwards at a faster speed than when he came, and slammed straight into the silent knife.

I don't know if it's an illusion or indeed, in the eyes of Qiu Kun and the swordsman, Chen An at this moment turned weirdly translucent, as if he didn't exist in this world at all, and he couldn't be touched, and he couldn't be slashed by that knife.

In the change of light and shadow, Chen An and the swordsman exchanged positions and landed firmly on the ground, but the divine light in the swordsman's eyes gradually disappeared, and even the short blade pulled out of the left hand between the ribs was only half unsheathed, and it could no longer be pulled out, and the whole person was completely lifeless. He slowly fell, and it was only then that a trace of blood appeared on his eyebrows.

Famous sword flow, night practice.

Night practitioners, Fang Tian sees the shadow but does not see the light, Fang Ye sees the light but does not see the form, and its touch is also, however, with the past, with the past, feel the disease but not the blood.

It is also this trick that Chen An has not yet achieved success, and he cannot reach the realm of seeing the light and seeing the form, otherwise there will not be even a trace of scars on the swordsman's body.

The death of the swordsman gave Qiu Kun a great shock, but he was never a person who lacked determination, and the mixed yuan smashed the monument in one go, and his body rushed forward three feet for no reason, knocking away the body of the swordsman who had not yet fallen, and still smashed it towards Chen An, vowing to smash it into minced meat.

Chen An had long been guarding against Qiu Kun's move, and immediately sat on his hips, reflexively withdrawing his arms, as if he was lifting his sword to fight back, his momentum was condensed, like throwing a giant cone.

Famous sword stream, Juque.

The giant one, blunt and heavy, wears a copper kettle, is absolutely iron-sharpened, and the middle of the Xu is as decisive as rice. This trick is from the Bipolar King Seal, which can increase the strength exponentially, and can barely touch Qiu Kun.

There was a muffled thud, like a thunderbolt exploding in mid-air.

Chen An didn't have enough strength in the end, and he took three steps back in a row to stop the decline. And Qiu Kunqiang endured the churning of his blood and did not retreat, but advanced, embellished with Chen Anlian three steps, and a vajra followed closely behind. He was also helpless, the iron cloth shirt was broken, and he went to the Seven Pavilions in ten stops with his strength, which also made him very uncomfortable just now, but he looked at Chen An to lock his body in the gap between killing the swordsman, forcing Chen An to fight hard, and take advantage of the slight advantage, of course, he had to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

He knew in his heart that once he let Chen An run away and spread his body to fight with him, he would definitely die in the face of that unpredictable swordsmanship.

In the face of this type of vajra, Chen An, who has not yet eased his breath, really has no good way, he can only fight with him with a small winding silk, but he is not afraid of anti-joy, the other party has rough skin and thick meat, even if he was hit hard by himself before, he will really not be able to take him for a while, if he rushes in and attacks, a mistake will be injured by him, and the gains outweigh the losses. Now the other party is rushing forward, but it is no better, as long as he is tempted to make a mistake, the victory or defeat is decided.

In fact, as soon as Chen An got out of the city gate, he immediately made trouble as a last resort, and his previous actions and deliberate guidance made the swordsman and Qiu Kunju confused and confused, but if they were given time to think, they might be able to sort out their heads and question their own self. If you can practice to the realm of perfection in the inner court, no one is a fool, even if the accident is not clear, it will not even be impossible to find the simple flaws in it.

So he was in a hurry this time, and as soon as he saw that he was out of the city and saw that there was no one around, he immediately took action, and never gave them time to react, so he was able to succeed.

During this time, he only underestimated Qiu Kun's combat power, and he was broken by himself to protect his life, and he was still brave, which was really unprecedented.

In his previous judgment, the butcher knife was not his opponent, under the surprise attack, when he could hit with one blow, only Qiu Kun was a hard stubble, but as long as he tried to break his Xuangong, he didn't have to worry about it, and let him slaughter it.

The plan was successful, but the result was not satisfactory.

The other party's help will come at any time, and although Chen An expected that Qiu Kun was already at the end of his crossbow, he might not be able to wait until he was in chaos.

In the case that he sold two flaws in a row and the other party did not take the bait, Chen An's eyes flashed ruthlessly, and his figure was stunned, and he directly let Qiu Kun grab his shoulders and lock his waist with a big grapple. And he protruded his two fingers, his fingertips were glowing with coldness, and he specialized in sacrificing fish, desperately being hit by it, and stabbed straight into Qiu Kundantian's sea of qi.

Famous sword stream, fish intestines.

An inch short is an inch of risk, and life and death are separated between square inches.

Among the famous swordsmen of the body swordsmanship, only the fish intestine is the most difficult to practice, because other long swords have a force distance, and the longer the force distance, the stronger the force. And the fish intestines act on the square inch, all by finger power, if it weren't for Chen An's more than ten years of practicing the cold ghost claw, the finger power is so strong that it can't be used at all, but even so, this trick is only six or seven points of power as expected, but it is enough to pierce the sea of qi.

The blood flashed, Qiu Kun's muscles stiffened, when he just held Chen An, he obviously used his strength to disperse the opponent's strength, so that he couldn't exert his strength, how could it be, could it be that his fingers were really comparable to divine weapons?

Chen An didn't give him time to continue thinking about it, he swallowed the sweetness of his throat, broke free from the restraints, turned over and jumped up, jumped over Qiu Kun's head, and waved his hand to bring a puff of blood mist around his neck. In the past few days, he has been lurking beside Qiu Kun and the swordsman, and he has long found out Xiaoguang's whereabouts, and today he is purely to avenge the villagers of Pingzegou, so he has no intention of staying at all.

Qiu Kun wanted to dodge, but he couldn't muster half of his strength at all, so he could only watch weakly as Chen An's fingers crossed his neck, feeling the distance of life.

Chen An stood firm, turned his head to look at Qiu Kun who fell to the ground, and sighed in his heart, in fact, he was also taking a risk just now. Almost no one opens the door when fighting against people, which is tantamount to opening the door and stealing. But Qiu Kun is different, he practices iron cloth shirts, and he is not afraid of being close to him at all. It can only be said that habit kills people.

Chen An didn't have time to check whether he had such a bad habit, nor did he destroy the corpse as usual, but turned around and left without delay.

The other party's help is immediate, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time.