On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the stars are shining brightly, and the full moon is like an ice tray.

Ye Gucheng drew his sword, put away his sword, looked lonely, and looked coldly at the noisy crowd below.

His shots are really clean and neat, not only is his body chic and good-looking, but the light changes in his swordsmanship are as breathtaking as flying immortals out of the sky.

An old man in a gray robe had a bloody hole in his chest, stumbled towards the stage, and finally lost his breath halfway through.

The fastest way to become famous in martial arts is to challenge people who are more famous than you, as long as you are not, your fame will only grow.

Especially on such an occasion where a large number of people gather, once the strength is enough, you can immediately become famous in martial arts.

The premise is that you don't pick a stronger opponent who doesn't intend to show mercy.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, the head of the Kongtong faction, the mountain wind man, wanted to compete with Ye Gucheng without his own strength, and ended up in death.

But in fact, the secret identity of the Mountain Wind Dao people is one of the five dragon heads of the Blue Dragon Society. He was stabbed to death with a sword without sparing a hand, which undoubtedly meant that Ye Gucheng was out of Wu Ming's control.

Just this afternoon, while Wu Ming was in retreat, Ye Gucheng took out his sword to kill through the stronghold of the invisible man, came to the sword competition platform that had been built a long time ago, and announced the rules that anyone could challenge him to life and death.

Not only to lure Wu Ming's subordinates to come to retaliate, but also to accumulate momentum for the peak sword.

It was the first time that Ye Gucheng had gathered momentum like this, and perhaps it was also the last, because he was ready to face Wu Ming.

However, Wu Ming didn't come so late, and his subordinates came so little, where did they go? Shaking the blood on the tip of the sword, Ye Gucheng couldn't help but think.

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The moon tonight seemed to be more beautiful than usual, mysteriously beautiful, desolate, and heartbreakingly beautiful.

Every time the moon is full, Aunt Gongsun wants to kill people.

She disguised herself as an old woman, dressed in a patched blue dress, with a large stone pressed against her back, as if it had broken her waist in the middle.

When she walked, it was as if she was bent over all the time, looking for something on the ground. The moonlight shone on her face, and her face was full of wrinkles, which looked like a piece of tissue paper that had been crumpled and unfolded.

"Sugar-fried chestnuts!" She also carried a large bamboo basket in her hand, covered with a very thick cotton cloth, "The sugar-fried chestnuts that have just been put on the market, the fragrant and hot sugar-fried chestnuts, are only ten cents a catty." ”

A lonely, poor old woman, in the twilight of her life, came out to sell her sugar-fried chestnuts in her almost completely hoarse voice.

Just as the corners of Aunt Gongsun's dry mouth showed a sinister smile, imagining that a few more people would die under the sugar-fried chestnuts this night, she suddenly felt that her shoulder was patted.

"This girl, do you want to buy fried chestnuts with sugar and eat?" The old voice of Aunt Gongsun sounded, and she slowly turned around.

Zhao Qing looked at the wrinkles on her face, and said, "Ten cents per catty, how much is one piece?" ”

Aunt Gongsun was surprised: "One pound is only ten big dollars, does the girl really only buy one?" ”

"Just buy one." Zhao Qing threw down a copper plate and said coldly: "A poisoned sugar-fried chestnut, if the poison doesn't kill you, there will be another ......."

Halfway through her words, Aunt Gongsun had already pulled out a pair of short swords tied with bright red colored satin from the basket. The sword light flashed, and the sword blade stabbed towards Zhao Qing's throat.

Judging from the speed of this sword, Gongsun Auntie clearly completed the accumulation in advance, and the shot was as sharp as an eagle's beak and as fierce as thunder and lightning.

After all, although she disguised herself as an old woman, when the master touched his body, she could immediately perceive that Aunt Gongsun's skin was smooth and soft, and she definitely didn't look like an old man in her sixties and seventies.

Knowing that Zhao Qing had already patted her on the shoulder, Aunt Gongsun was naturally ready to strike first.

The shiny sword blade and the sword qi of Sen Han seemed to bloom a blood flower on the opponent's body in the blink of an eye, but it fell into the air in the next moment.

Zhao Qing, who was gently floating away, glanced at Aunt Gongsun who was hesitating to make a move or run away, and suddenly shouted coldly to the surrounding area that seemed empty and empty: "The people who are ambushed around, you have followed me all the way, you won't be so gutsless, don't dare to join in." ”

With a crisp whistle, a slender girl with plain white clothes jumped out from behind the wall seven or eight feet away, and shouted: "Let's go up together to avenge Brother Jiu!" "It's the beef soup that survived last time.

A figure flew by, his hands raised, and dozens of black marbles were emitted, which were the thunderbolts of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall. Some of them collided and detonated in mid-air, changing direction many times in the smoke, enveloping Zhao Qing's front and back, left and right.

A wall eight or nine feet away collapsed, and a fat man walked out slowly, a silver flying knife turning rapidly between his hands.

Four old men with blue faces, each holding a simple long sword, put on a tight formation, and followed behind the fat man.

"Is there only such a small number of people?" Zhao Qing waved his palm, shook away the flying thunderbolt from afar, and sighed lightly in a little disappointment, but he was not surprised.

After a large number of Wu Ming's subordinates died last time, it was not bad that there were still a few masters left.

It's just that these people are added together, even if they join forces with Gongsun Auntie, at best, they are on par with Gong Jiu, He Shangshu and others at the beginning, and they will not come to die, right?

Or are they just here to take the lead and consume my strength? Wu Ming is hiding in the dark, ready to make a sneak attack at any time?

Zhao Qing thought in her heart, and after she went out at night, she found that a group of people were following her from a distance, as if they wanted to sneak attack, but they didn't dare to make a move.

She also thought that the other party could have some means, and deliberately waited until she reached the open area to break the trail to prevent the enemy's attack from implicating innocent passers-by.

The reason why I met Aunt Gongsun here may be a coincidence, or maybe it is partly due to the guidance of the enemy. In short, Zhao Qing has decided to let all these people die here.

Although Gongsun Lan did not take the initiative to provoke her, this person often poisoned sympathetic innocent people with sugar-fried chestnuts, and Zhao Qing had long planned to get rid of her, but he had never met her before.

Of course, she was still ready to take a closer look at the "sword weapon" kung fu handed down by the famous swordsman Gongsun Auntie in the Tang Dynasty, so as to transform it into one of the sword intents smelted by the "refining gods and cultivating swordsmanship".

In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions. The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

It is like shooting nine sunsets, and it is like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

According to ancient legends, the "sword weapon" is not a sword, but an ancient martial arts name, the dancer is empty-handed, the ribbon is flying, until the princess of the grandson, this kind of dance skills that were originally only for ornamentation, to change, into a real martial arts that can stab the enemy and hurt people!

When she did this dance in front of Emperor Shengwen Shenwu, she may not have used a sword, for fear that the sword qi would startle the royal driver. But she really created a kind of swordsmanship in private, so that the "sword weapon" really became a kind of sword.

This kind of swordsmanship was born from dance skills, of course, it is different from other swordsmanship, so in Zhao Qing's eyes, it has its unique meaning and value.

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Looking around, Zhao Qing took a light step and walked towards Gongsun Lan, who was watching the situation.

With a "bang", the sword qi broke through the wind. Gongsun Lan snorted lightly, and the two short swords stabbed like a dragon, stabbed like lightning, and stabbed into the air again.

Beef soup put on a pair of gold-silk gloves and rushed along with the fat man, the thunderbolt master, and the four swords of Tianmen. The claw is like lightning, the flying knife is like thunder, and the left and right are sandwiched, and there is no room for fire.

I saw Zhao Qing smiling, gently dodging the incoming flying knife, and volleying it in the air.

The beef soup only felt a flower in front of him, and the Ruyi orchid hand that he used with all his strength was attracted by an unstoppable force, and it was a grab on the other party's shoulder, but at this moment, it grabbed the fat man's side waist.

The fat man was shocked and sneered, and his clothes were torn. At the critical moment, a soft bag bulged up on his side of his waist, and the force of this grasp was removed, showing that his internal strength had reached the top of the realm.

Mixed Yuan One Qigong? Zhao Qing's thoughts moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to the back and volleyed into the air.

The four swords of the Four Swords of the Heavenly Gate stabbed like lightning, and the cold light flashed, and they actually stabbed each other into each other's chests.

It turned out that after Zhao Qingming achieved his success, he tried to figure out the "Transferring Flowers and Connecting Jade" kung fu of the Shifting Flower Palace back then, and practiced the tricks with these enemies.

Although the Jade Rakshasa has not been inherited from the "Transferring Flowers and Connecting Jade", there is also a lot of gap between the martial arts of "Transferring Flowers and Connecting Jade" and the level of Ming Yugong, and there is no need to spend time pondering and creating it;

But in Zhao Qing's opinion, once Ming Yugong broke through to the ninth layer, with its strong suction, this kind of martial arts came in handy, and now pondering and pondering, it can be regarded as familiarizing himself with the way of Ming Yugong's ninth layer in advance.

Under her small test, the beef soup and the fat man who practiced mixed yuan qigong almost lost in one move; As for the Four Swords of Tianmen, the four of them only had the level of first-class players, and they couldn't stop Zhao Qing from borrowing their strength at all, and they were killed on the spot.

Zhao Qing's body was as light as smoke, left and right, causing the beef soup and others to leave each other with scars, and their qi was exhausted.

It wasn't until Gongsun Lan Kankan finished using all the swordsmanship that she suddenly stretched out her hand, and the seven-star sword was instantly unsheathed, circling around several people dozens of times, leaving four broken corpses.

"Wu Ming, you've been watching from the side for a while. I haven't made a move, is it because I'm afraid? Zhao Qing suddenly turned around and said in a dark corner.

"Actually, Chunhua Building, Xicheng Street, I was there both times." Wu Ming walked slowly, looking like a kind little old man, and he couldn't see the peerless martial arts he was carrying at all.

He also said calmly: "How did you find me this time, I'm interested. ”

Zhao Qing was slightly shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that Wu Ming was actually present during the two attacks, but he didn't notice it.

Fortunately, after the cultivation of the seventh consciousness, his perception ability increased greatly, and he finally discovered the traces of the other party.

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