Be quiet.

Quietly scary.

The whole street fell silent.

There was no noise, almost a needle drop.

Seeing that Deputy Hall Master Ding was stunned by a move......

The little minions of the Blood Knife Gate were dumbfounded.

This is the fifth-order, or sixth-order immortal in Boss Yun's mouth?

The information is clearly wrong!

Damn it.

There's definitely something wrong with that tipster.

There's a big problem......

"Let's go, let's go!"

At this time, I don't know who shouted.

Only then did everyone stare at each other, and they all ran in different directions.

Joke, the deputy hall master's cultivation is so high, he was slashed by this person with a sword, they are little minions, aren't they sent to death when they go up?

Besides, the brother-in-law of the head of the house died here......

Everyone ran even harder, and there was no difference between them and the panicked immortals before.

A rabble.

Chen Qinghe sneered and moved his fingers.

The small black sword was like a swimming dragon, and with a whoosh, lightning shot out.

The screams came one after another, and they rang out in one voice.

After a while, it came to an abrupt end.

"It's really a good sword!" Chen Qinghe played with the flying sword that came back, and couldn't put it down.

On the blade engraved with intricate patterns, the blood shines brightly.

The best magic weapon is different, not only is it extremely fast, but it is more handy to command - this sword seems to be psychic, and it is easy to detect the owner's intentions.

There is no ambiguity in pointing to where to fight.

The handling is excellent.

At this time, all the disciples of the Blood Knife were crooked, falling on both sides of the road, on the eaves, and even in the gutter.

There is not a single live mouth.

One after another, the immortal primordial gods struggled to get out of the corpse and fled in all directions.

Chen Qinghe smiled and ignored it.

For these low-level immortal primordial gods who escaped, he didn't feel much pity.

Their cultivation level is too low, and for the current Chen Qinghe, not only does he have no nutrition after swallowing it, but he will also deliver nutrients to the demon seed in vain.

There is really no need to regret it.

......

The young lady of the Moon Picking Pavilion has all hid in the house since everyone from the Blood Knife Gate came, listening with their ears pricked up.

There was suddenly no movement outside, and I couldn't help but look at each other, confused.

"What the hell is going on?" the young ladies whispered.

A few bold ones looked out through the cracks in the doors and windows early, but they all seemed to be stupid, and they didn't respond no matter how they pushed.

At this moment, there was another sword roar downstairs, which startled everyone again, and before they could talk, they returned to calm.

The people who peeped out were even more like ghosts, frozen on the spot.

......

"Hey!" Miss Xiaolan pushed her maid and whispered, "What's the matter, that young scholar...... Dead?"

Without waiting for the maid to answer, she sighed to herself: "Also, how can the Blood Knife Gate leave a living mouth." ”

Thinking of the moment when Shuai Shusheng smiled at him just now, Xiao Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was a little stupid.

She thought it was a mockery - I smiled at you, but I just wouldn't go to you.

This is also the reason why Xiaolan is angry.

But now, looking back, she felt that the other party's smile was so pure, and his eyes were very thorough, and there could never be any malicious intent.

Could it be that he has other problems?

Yes!

At that time, the people of the Blood Knife Gate were lying in ambush on the side, and he didn't dare and couldn't come to find himself happy!

Just as he was thinking wildly, the maid on the side said, "No...... Miss, the situation is a little different than you think. ”

Her face was ugly, and she pointed to the hole in the window paper, motioning for Xiaolan to look at it herself.

"Just say it directly, what kind of deep play!" Xiao Lan was a little unhappy, muttered, and followed her eyes to the window paper hole.

"Ahh

With a scream, it soared into the sky.

Xiao Lan's miserable cry seemed to be an introduction, and soon, the entire Moon Picking Building was boiling.

Everyone saw the unbelievable scene on the street one after another.

The people of the Blood Knife Gate were lying on the ground, and the blood stained the entire street.

Xiao Lan was shocked, patted her chest, stuck out her tongue and said, "He's ...... So strong?"

For some reason, she was vaguely happy.

The Blood Knife Gate is a real underworld force, and in a place like Qinglou, it has always been very domineering, especially the deputy hall master Ding, who not only often prostitutes himself, but also takes his henchmen to prostitute together.

It's just excessive.

Well dead!

Death is wonderful!

Dead croaks......

This is the common sentiment of many young ladies.

Unlike the young lady, the bustard's face is very ugly.

said to be "old bustard", in fact, she is also a beautiful girl, except for some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, the erosion of the years can not be seen on her face, on the contrary, in the temperament, it is more charming.

It's just that because of her perennial high-mindedness and command, she has developed a stinky temper, and the girls in the pavilion are afraid of her.

The old beauty was in a very bad mood at this time, the corners of her mouth drooped, and she looked even more vicious.

She often dealt directly with the Blood Knife Gate, and seeing the brother-in-law of the head of the house die downstairs, she was already in a hurry, cursing vigorously.

scolded the young scholar for being ignorant.

Isn't this asking for trouble for me to pick the Moon Pavilion?

Deputy Hall Master Ding died not far from the door of the Moon Picking Pavilion, how to explain it to the head of the house?

Although she knew that this incident was the first to be pursued and killed by the Blood Knife Gate, according to her logic, the young scholar should be killed by the neck, and there would be fewer moths.

Okay, now you're a big master, and after killing someone, you waved your sleeves and walked away in style.

But what about me?

I have to continue to make a living in Hongyan City!

Thinking of the domineering style of the Blood Knife Gate on weekdays, the old beauty's face changed continuously, and she hurriedly used the sound transmission jade card to contact her lover, that is, the big boss of the Moon Picking Pavilion, but she never got a reply.

In the past, whenever there was a Blood Knife disciple who died in the Moon Picking Pavilion - this is not something that has never happened, in a place like the Moon Picking Pavilion, it has always been very common for people to fight because of jealousy - every time a Blood Knife disciple is injured or injured, the Blood Knife Gate will not let go of the murderer, and the entire Moon Picking Pavilion will also have to be unlucky.

It's not enough to apologize for losing money, and often the boss behind the scenes has to come forward in person to settle the matter.

It's the brother-in-law of the head of the Blood Knife Sect who died today, I'm afraid that the dead ghost will not be able to come forward in person, right?

The old beauties are even more anxious.

How can this be good?!

......

The heart of the street.

Looking around at the corpses scattered around, Chen Qinghe couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Do you want to destroy the corpse or not?

Since he dared to kill the Quartet, he was naturally not afraid of the retaliation of the Blood Sword Gate.

But if there is one thing missing, it is naturally the best.

It is not difficult to destroy the corpse, but it is difficult to destroy the traces.

"Forget it, just deal with these dead people, that's it. Chen Qinghe thought.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of tiles cracking not far away.

Chen Qinghe suddenly raised his head.

In the dark corner, there is a pair of dark eyes, staring at him intently.

It was a little boy of eleven or twelve, sitting on a low wall in the alley, holding a tooth of watermelon in his hand.

He didn't know if he was so stupid that he even forgot to eat the watermelon in his hand, so he just looked at Chen Qinghe blankly.

Chen Qinghe was also stunned.

He began to examine himself.

Still not fine enough.

After killing all the people of the Blood Knife Society, he relaxed, and he didn't even notice this little boy, which really shouldn't be.

If it weren't for the other party's accidental noise, he might not have been able to find out.

So here's the problem.

What should be done with this witness?

The easiest way to do this is to kill the mouth.

Because of the experience of the "Junjie Brother" of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, Chen Qinghe felt that he could not make the same mistake again.

On his wrist, the black and reddish bracelet sword had begun to harden and straighten, and it was holding its head high and buzzing.

Always ready to strike a fatal blow.

"I ...... I'm here to eat melons!" The boy on the wall didn't seem to sense his murderous intentions, and said crisply: "Big brother, you are so powerful......! Can I worship you as a teacher?"

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