"Whether I'm lying or not, you don't count. Chen Yiyuan rushed back to the capital from Qidu, so naturally she didn't catch up with the massacre, but she saw the scene of the massacre. ”

"She judged that the murderer was killing for the sake of a sword and sword trick, and I just saw the little girl pitiful, moved by compassion, and helped find the murderer." Fang Wenqing said lightly.

As soon as she heard this, Chen Zhuoyan immediately stood on the spot, and the Liuyun Sword and the Liuyun Sword Trick appeared in her mind, and her father gave the Liuyun Sword to Zhao Bingran, she knew it, and at the same time, she also knew that the Liuyun Sword Trick was given to Zhao Bingran after killing Fang Wenqing.

Very few people know about this matter, could it be that Zhao Bingran, the master of the door, is the culprit?

She shuddered, didn't dare to think about it anymore, shook off Zhao Qianhao's hand, and silently returned to her seat and sat down.

She suddenly had a premonition in her heart, feeling that what Fang Wenqing said was true, and now she was under the fence, so she could only sit in a daze, letting her thoughts fly all over the sky......

Her various performances naturally can't escape the eyes of the major sects, let alone the eyes of Zhao Bingran, the master of the Quicksand Gate.

Zhao Bingran saw that Fang Wenqing's words made Chen Zhuoyan suspicious, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger.

He glanced at Xie Pingshan, and Xie Pingshan immediately understood, and said loudly: "Disciples of Qinggu, immediately kill this beast full of evil. ”

After hearing the elder's order, more than a dozen disciples in Qinggu all held long swords in their hands, and their internal qi was injected into the long sword, stabbing towards Fang Wenqing.

The long sword was halfway through, and a flashing sword shadow flew out, emitting bursts of pleasant knife sounds, and circled around Fang Wenqing.

"Bell ......" There were a few crisp sounds, and in an instant, more than a dozen long swords broke one after another and fell to the ground.

The shadow of the sword did not stop, and drew a large circle forward again, and at the moment when a dozen long swords landed, more than a dozen arms fell to the ground one after another, and after a few breaths, there were bursts of wails one after another.

Seeing this scene, Xie Pingshan's head suddenly shook, these are all elite disciples of Qinggu, and they were abolished in the blink of an eye, how could he explain to the valley master?

Thinking of this, he held two plate axes in his hands, jumped up, and slashed towards Fang Wenqing's head, Fang Wenqing didn't even bother to look at it, the shadow of the knife flashed, and a human head had already rolled to the ground.

Everyone in the hall gasped when they saw this scene, a ground-level master couldn't even match a knife.

I didn't plan to make a move, but this time, they didn't plan to get involved, isn't this looking for death?

Zhao Bingran had already prepared in his heart, but when he saw Fang Wenqing making such a quick move, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

He thought for a moment and said loudly: "What a beast, if it is really a demon who kills people without blinking, today the master of this sect will do the right thing for heaven and eradicate this tumor of yours." ”

After speaking, a long sword had already risen in the air, his left hand made a sword finger shape, and his right hand pinched the trick, the long sword was extremely fast, stabbing at Fang Wenqing with bursts of sword sounds.

At this time, Cheng Yunchuan, the Supreme Elder who was standing on the side, shouted: "The disciples of various sects and quicksand sects, you don't need to talk about morality when dealing with such animals, no matter what means you use, as long as you can kill this thief, it will be of immeasurable merit, kill me!" ”

After speaking, he activated his internal qi, and the long sword flew up, stabbing towards Fang Wenqing with the same speed.

Fang Wenqing looked at the two long swords that stabbed him, his brows tightened, although he didn't know the Liuyun Sword, but these two long swords were ordinary materials, obviously they didn't have that murderous and domineering aura.

A small knife, like a meteor, struck towards the flying sword, and the sound of "bell bell ......" sounded in mid-air, and the sword hissed, not up and down for a while.

Fang Wenqing continued to operate the true qi and injected it into the knife, and secretly thought in his heart, the innate master was really full of internal qi.

After a few moves, Cheng Yunchuan's long sword had broken and fell to the ground. Zhao Bingran's long sword flew back, and the knife also flew back into Fang Wenqing's hand.

At this time, there was no one in the two rows of seats, and they all stood up and hid in a corner of the hall, they knew that the sword had no eyes, and in case they were innocently killed or injured, who would go to reason.

Chen Zhuoyan was also in the crowd, and she was also observing, as if waiting for something.

After the battle just now, Zhao Bingran already knew Fang Wenqing's strength: his internal qi was strong, comparable to himself, and that knife was the only sharp weapon he had ever seen in his life, extremely sharp, sharpening iron like clay.

Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to go up and fight with Fang Wenqing, there were so many disciples of the Quicksand Sect, naturally it would come in handy.

"The disciples of the Quicksand Gate listened to the order and immediately set up a formation to trap and kill Fang Wenqing."

As soon as the words fell, dozens of quicksand sect disciples, holding long swords in their hands, rushed out and surrounded Fang Wenqing.

At the same time, the four disciples who were distributed in the four corners of the hall, holding something similar to a blower in their hands, plugged the plug into the power supply, and the things in their hands immediately sprayed out the yellow sand in the sky, covering the hall, and it was impossible to distinguish between you and me.

Dozens of disciples blindfolded their eyes with black cloths, and their long swords stabbed out one after another, sweeping towards Fang Wenqing from all directions.

Fang Wenqing closed his eyes tightly to prevent being invaded by the yellow sand, his ears recognized the sound of the long sword, the knife flashed, and with a few "bells, bells, ......", several long swords broke and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, echoing in the hall.

Zhao Bingran and Cheng Yunchuan sacrificed their long swords at the same time and stabbed at Fang Wenqing again.

Fang Wenqing's ability to distinguish the sound of the long sword with his ears was average, and he wanted to take this opportunity to practice it. Unexpectedly, Zhao Bingran didn't allow him to practice, and the two long swords brought up streams of yellow sand, hissed and screamed, and rushed towards Fang Wenqing.

Fang Wenqing shook his head regretfully, he only identified one long sword, but he couldn't do anything about the other long sword, he could only carry the golden light divine spell, and suddenly, a faint golden light shield protected his whole body.

At the same time, the knife flashed out, and after striking a long sword, it quickly flew back.

Cheng Yunchuan squirted a mouthful of blood, flew out upside down, and hit the wall of the hall, and soon, he fell down the wall and fell in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Maybe this was a blow that he used all his body's internal qi to fight, but he couldn't help Fang Wenqing.

However, Zhao Bingran's long sword was unimpeded, and when he arrived in front of Fang Wenqing, he found that Fang Wenqing hadn't made a move yet, and there was a trace of joy in his heart.

He injected eighty percent of his internal force into the flying sword, wanting to stab Fang Wenqing to death with one sword.

With the blessing of the internal force, the speed of the flying sword increased again, and suddenly, at the moment when it pierced into Fang Wenqing's body, it stopped for a moment.

This stay gave Fang Wenqing a chance, Fang Wenqing used his true qi, and with a flash of the knife, he knocked the long sword to the ground.

Before Zhao Bingran could be happy, he took a few steps back. Feeling that the flying sword had lost contact, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, did this Fang Wenqing have any defensive magic weapon?

Just as he was puzzled, a knife flashed and stabbed him in the throat.

As soon as his heart was cold, he immediately sacrificed a large round shield, and the internal qi was bubbling into the round shield, and with a "clanging ......", the knife was bounced back alive.

Fang Wenqing has now figured out that his ears are indeed not good, and he has to rely on his mind at the critical moment, in the face of a powerful mind, what can he do with just yellow sand?

He opened his mind, and it spread instantly, making it clear everything in this hall.

When he saw Cheng Yunchuan lying in a pool of blood, he didn't think about it, and a fire rune flew out and hit Cheng Yunchuan.

In a moment, there was no more Cheng Yunchuan in the hall, only a handful of flying ashes fluttering.