Li Xuandu shook his body, shook off the dust on his body, and asked: "If Zhou Tingchao was really instructed by Sun Songchan to go up, then you, as Empress Dowager Xie, should escort Zhou Tingchao to Beijing, and then find a way to let Zhou Tingchao identify his mentor, so as to bring down this emperor of the dynasty, but how did you kill him?"

Qian Xing said: "Since you are a dying person, then I might as well speak up, so that you can be a ghost." It's not that I don't give him a chance, it's that he is too obsessed and doesn't even want his friends and family, and it's difficult for him to open his mouth if he thinks it's Qingluanwei's torture instrument, rather than taking him to the imperial capital and causing a bigger storm in the lobby of the Inspectorate, it's better to let him die silently on the way. Of course, you can't let him fall into the hands of your people, which is called setting an example. ”

When the words fell, Qian Xing stomped on the ground fiercely, and used the force of recoil to hit Li Xuandu, but when he was still more than a foot away from Li Xuandu, he stepped out again, forcibly stopped his forward momentum, and then retreated in one step, making the whole person like a full moon with a bow, and then blasted out with a punch, as if he was taking a bow and an arrow.

The fist roared through the air.

Li Xuandu folded his hands and held down the punch that was enough to shatter the golden stone, but the punch still passed through his palm, forcing his whole person to fly out upside down again.

If Qian Xing's punch landed on Zhang Qingshan and the like, it would not be surprising that the whole person would explode directly. But after Li Xuandu fell to the ground, he almost immediately straightened up, and his pale face, which was originally slightly pale because of this punch, returned to normal blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he saw that Li Xuan did not retreat but advanced, and narrowed the distance between the two to within three zhang again, and brushed his sleeves over.

A green light shot out from his sleeve, like a green snake devouring people.

Although Qian Xingzhou had a Gang Qi body protector on his body, a slender hole was still cut by this sharp green mang, and there were faint traces of blood oozing.

Qian Xing was furious.

At that moment just now, he almost wandered around the Ghost Gate Pass once, and he was almost about to have his throat cut and completely enter the Ghost Gate Pass.

Qingmang circulated, and swept towards the money bank again.

Fortunately, Qian Xing was already on guard this time, and used his body protection qi to the extreme, and with his arms comparable to gold and iron, he forcibly opened Qing Mang.

This touch of green light finally revealed its true face, it was the flying sword Qingjiao who had forced Yu Qingning to admit defeat in the same way before.

Qian Xing reached out and touched the blood stains on his throat, squinting at the small pocket sword, his face solemn.

The rivers and lakes are so big, there are naturally sword immortal characters in the nine heavens of the imperial sword, and the once famous Zifu sword immortal is one, but if you want to reach the realm of the imperial sword, it is no longer the first glimpse of the three realms of the door and the three realms of the hall and the three realms of the house can be expected, and you have to go out of the three realms.

But under Edgeworth, there is also the art of sword control. Although many kendo people look down on the art of sword control, thinking that the sword is a noble woman, and the sword is just a rough maid, but for the innate realm below, the sword control is still a first-class killing technique, as long as there is a flying sword that cultivates a sword fetus, it is invincible in the same realm.

I didn't see how Li Xuandu moved, Qingmang moved on his own, always lingering around Qian Xing's body, and the flying speed became faster and faster, and finally I saw Qingmang circulating.

The mystery of this sword lies in a fast word, although I dare not say "only fast is not broken", but Qian Xing is not a master of the innate realm, and in the face of the flying sword that is known as invincible under the congenital, he does not dare to have the slightest carelessness.

Qian Xing stretched out his hand several times to catch the flying sword, but to no avail, but was injured by the flying sword on his arm, which made the face of the Qingluan Wei Governor, who had not tasted injury for a long time, more gloomy, and he was no longer in a hurry to make a move, just like a fisherman who went down to the river to fish, raised the harpoon in his hand high, but it never fell.

Qian Xing suddenly leaned back, and the green mang flashed away, and the sword qi he carried not only left a bloody mark on his forehead, but also shattered the crown of his head and cut off a large handful of hair.

Qian Xing still didn't make a move, he was still waiting, and when all the sword trajectories of this green mang were completely understood by him, that was when he made a move.

It's just that after about half a pillar of incense, Qian Xing's heart was already full of shock, the trajectory of this little flying sword did not have the slightest law at all, or drawing arcs, or going straight, or zigzags, or jumping, or going back and forth, or flipping, there was no trace at all.

Qian Xing finally ran out of patience, no longer looking for any traces, and made a brazen move, at the cost of being pierced through his palm, forcibly used the frog to have a momentary condensation, and then pointed out.

Cardinal fingers.

This finger seemed to be knocked in the air, but the sound of a violent collision of gold and stone suddenly sounded in front of Qian Xing's body.

The flying sword, which had caused great trouble to Qian Xing, let out a wail and flew back upside down, and by the time the flying sword hovered, the sword qi shrouded in the sword had dimmed a lot, and it was no longer as prosperous as before.

Qian Xing looked down at the blood hole in his palm, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "It is worthy of the prestigious Qingwei Sect's sword control technique, it is indeed interesting, but it is a pity that you are just holding the Dan Realm, and now that the flying sword has been broken by me, what other skills do you have?" If not, then you can only wait to die." ”

Li Xuandu stretched out his hand and twisted the flying sword between his two fingers, and said softly: "It's true that you broke my flying sword, but your palm has already broken the meridians, if I still have a flying sword, how many palms do you have to break it?" Even if you use the only remaining palm to block the flying sword, what do you use to point out that holding pivot finger?"

Qian Xing didn't get angry and laughed, "Don't be quick to speak, your flying sword is a rare treasure in the world, even the descendants of various sects may not be able to have one, you can get this sword by luck, it is already a blessing to envy others, can you still have a second sword?"

Li Xuandu let go of the Qingjiao Flying Sword in his hand, let it revolve around his swallow, and said unhurriedly: "In this world, I am most afraid of the word "whatever." ”

Qian Xing snorted coldly, believing that Li Xuandu was already poor in skills, so he didn't say more, his body moved suddenly, and the only remaining punch hit Li Xuandu's forehead and eyebrows, caused by the fist wind, which made Li Xuandu's hair flutter back violently.

However, when the fist was still less than an inch away from his forehead, Li Xuandu's body swept backwards violently, and he could avoid the afterglow of this punch.

The money line is unforgiving, and the figure follows.

One rushed forward, one retreated, one in front of the other out of the inn lobby, and came out of the vast rain outside.

After entering the rain curtain, Li Xuandu's figure suddenly became erratic, and then disappeared into the vast rain curtain, and the breath of the whole person was perfectly integrated with the vast rain, making it impossible to perceive where he was.

Qian Xing walked back and forth in the rain curtain several times, stirring the huge rain curtain to pieces, but still did not find half a trace of Li Xuandu.

Eventually, he stopped, took a deep breath, and exhaled again.

The next moment, with the place where he stood as the center of the circle, countless rains rose and turned into mist, and a large blank space appeared in the vast rain curtain.

He raised his head, looked at the top of the flagpole with the banner of "Taiping Inn" hanging with cold eyes, and said with a cruel smile: "I found you." ”