Outside the oil shop, the blind old man sitting on the small bench opened his eyes and looked at the window on the second floor of the oil shop with the white of his eyes.

Inside, Qin Ke's figure was faintly visible.

"Can you sense the position of the sword in advance?" the blind old man spoke slowly, his voice was not very good, low and rough, like two rough stones, rubbing against each other.

He frowned, lowered his head, played the strings of the erhu with his left hand, and held the bow in his right hand, stagnating for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be preparing something.

Qin Ke looked at the little sword that trembled in the oil but was immobilized by the cabinet, was silent for a moment, and looked out the window with some confusion.

The blind old man inhaled slowly and drew the bow!

In an instant, the bow engages with the straight strings of the erhu, making a sharp sound like an awl!

And the original tremor of the small sword pressed under the cabinet seemed to have been magnified countless times, the oil urn shook and then shattered, and the spinning small sword cut through the wooden cabinet, like a poisonous snake out of a hole!

The wooden wall on the second floor of the oil shop shattered, and among the countless pieces of wood, Qin Ke folded his hands in front of his chest, but there was a small opening on his forehead that was cut by the splashing fragments. Qin Ke felt a headache on his forehead, but he also knew that the more urgent talisman was still chasing after him relentlessly.

In mid-air, he spun his body, and in his left hand was a stack of oil urn fragments that he had just picked up, and Qin Ke picked up a piece of it with his right hand and threw it with all his might!

The clay slices of the urn were hard and heavy, but for the little sword, they were still as easily sliced as fragile tofu. Qin Ke looked at the menacing little sword, and his heart beat as fast as a drum.

"Calm down...... Calm down...... Don't be afraid......" Qin Ke said to himself.

As he spoke, he exerted force again in his hand, and a piece of broken urn pieces flew out again! Only this time, when Qin Ke was throwing out the broken urn pieces, his hands did not stop, his hands opened and closed, and the stack of broken urns on his left hand was thrown out one by one!

The five pieces of broken urns are connected one after another, like a series of beads. And the little sword was sharp, and no matter how many pieces of urn there were in front of him, he still flew resolutely, like a moth to a fire.

The first piece of the broken urn hit the tip of the little sword, and only a soft "snort" was heard, and the broken urn was cut in half, and the fragments fell like scattered fallen leaves. And the second, third, and fourth followed, and each time, these clay pieces were torn apart in front of the little sword.

It's just that Qin Ke's eyes lit up, and when the little sword was only a few feet away from him, the fifth fragment finally hit the spine of the little sword!

The wide and heavy fragments carried great power under Qin Ke's throwing, and although the blind old man controlled the small sword with his mind as fast as lightning and unpredictable, it still lacked some of the strength of the warrior's sword after all.

With a sonorous sound, the fragments bounced out because of the force attached to the small sword, but the small sword itself also staggered, like a fledgling that had just learned to fly, lost its direction, and suddenly fell into the lake next to the street.

"Just knock you out......" Qin Ke muttered, he still had the last piece of broken urn in his hand, the oil stained on it made his fingers a little greasy, but it was still not slippery at all, but if he wanted to kill someone, he really had some pimples in his heart.

Then, he took a deep breath, and the fragments of the urn broke through the air from his palm, and went straight towards the blind old man's head!

The blind old man still lowered his head, originally with his eyes, even if he wanted to see the broken urn, it was impossible, and the handleless little sword fell into the water at the moment, silent, no matter how he looked, he couldn't avoid it.

And the cultivator who cultivates the spirit is weak after all, if he really hits Qin Ke, I am afraid that even if he does not faint on the spot, he will not have the strength to urge the natal sword again.

Therefore, the victory or defeat between ordinary samurai and spiritual practitioners often lies in distance. If Wang Xuanwei was close to Gao Changgong, even if he cultivated to a high level, he could only be pierced by a steel spear. And if Gao Changgong only sticks to the same place, sooner or later he will be consumed by Xuanwei Zi.

Seeing that the tiles were close to the blind old man, Qin Ke's heart relaxed inexplicably.

There are ripples in the water like a carp swinging its tail, rippling round and round. The blind old man's clumsy and thin body didn't move, and he still pulled the erhu wholeheartedly, even though the fragment was no more than a foot away from him.

The erhu sound stopped suddenly.

Just when Qin Ke's heart finally landed, he found that this heart was not so much falling to the ground, but rather falling.

The blind old man's left hand suddenly pressed the string and pulled it hard!

The blind old man's hand can be said to be merciless, and the strings are nearly half a foot wide when he pulls them open, and he doesn't know what kind of material the strings on the erhu are made of, and they haven't broken under such an arrogant pull.

The slender strings were strangled deep into the palm of the blind old man's hand, and even bit into the skin, oozing some blood.

The blind old man didn't seem to feel the pain, he let go and let the strings bounce back!

In the midst of this "collapse" sound, an invisible energy burst out from the blind old man's body, and it was forced to cross between the broken urn and his head!

The fragment of the urn slammed into the invisible force, as if it had hit a soft wall, and although it had maintained its determination to move forward at first, the power attached to it soon dissolved in this soft power, until finally, the swirling fragment of the urn was like a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

"I ...... I forgot that there is still this stubble!" Qin Ke's mind suddenly remembered the scene when Wang Xuanwei faced Gao Changgong, his eyes widened, and he laid several invisible barriers in front of him. Although compared to Wang Xuanwei's speed and quantity, the blind old man was obviously more than a step behind, but it still disappointed Qin Ke's expectations.

The blind old man stretched out his hand, just lightly shook it, and then held the broken urn piece that was moving slowly in mid-air, turned his head, "looked" at Qin Ke, and said: "There are not many people who can get close to me, this little brother is so young, he has such a cultivation, the old man admires." ”

"Admire the size!" Qin Ke's eyes widened, his eyes rolled up and down, and he shouted briefly, "Farewell!" and then pulled his legs and ran.

The blind old man obviously didn't expect Qin Ke to do this, in his opinion, since Qin Ke was not a weak cultivator, he would naturally have the integrity or pride of a cultivator, so that he would not run away like a mouse.

Of course, this is also because of the relationship he has in the environment of Jianye City, if he is a member of Daoxiang Village, he will know that Qin Ke does not feel that he is a glorious cultivator at all, nor does he feel that he should have any pride.

He was just a boy who liked to blow the wind in the field, and he was not a general or prince, and in his opinion, it would be a foolish act to give up his life for the sake of such a little spirit.

The blind old man was stunned for a while, frowned, perceiving Qin Ke's position, and between the erhu in his hand and the erhu was raised, the whimper sounded again.

A moment later, the handleless sword broke through the water, splashing countless water droplets, chasing after Qin Ke like an arrow!

Since Qin Ke ran away, it was naturally impossible for him to really rush his ass at the blind old man and think about nothing. Even now, the Wind Vision of the Sunwind Art can exert a huge effect, becoming a pair of eyes in the back of his head.

The little sword broke through the air, Qin Ke already had a sense in his heart, and with the keen reaction of his body, he shot again, and an object in his hand was thrown suddenly!

This is the bamboo slip he has been hiding in his arms, although the book slip is not a sharp weapon, but after all, it has enough weight to roll it up and throw it out, and it is almost not weaker than a hard stone.

The path of the small sword piercing was as straight as a string, without any bending, and because of this, it was much easier for Qin Ke to aim.

With a bang, the spine of the little sword was hit again, and it fell to the ground flutteringly.

Qin Ke let out a sigh, only to feel a cold sweat on his body, even if the route of the little sword was easy to figure out this time, but he only had one chance to make a move, just like this, it was still very difficult to hit the sword spine of the little sword. But the good thing is that the results are better than he imagined.

Seeing the little sword struggling unwillingly on the ground, the erhu sound became more and more sharp, Qin Ke knew that he was the last chance at this moment, thinking of this, he suddenly accelerated, and the whole person rushed into the corner of the street, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

The blind old man carried the erhu and walked towards Qin Ke while pulling the bowstring, and the trembling little sword on the ground also stabilized in such a sound, fluttering, flashing with sharp mangs, slowly turning, as if looking for the direction and target of the sword.

His thick lips were tightly closed, and his eyes that couldn't see were constantly beating within his eyelids, unlike the samurai, whose way of practicing meant that they could not have such powerful hearing, but the difference was that they could mentally sense the air currents in the air, so as to track a person's tracks, but after a long time, he frowned.

"It just disappeared?" the blind old man said strangely, and then his gaze fell on the bamboo slips on the ground that had collided with the small sword and scattered, and he was silent.