Zhou Dingyun thought that Su Qin had been poisoned, and he couldn't wait to let him drink this bowl of wine.

There is no name in the wine, but this bowl of wine has a name. Su Qin shook her head.

"What?" Zhou Dingyun asked subconsciously.

"It's called road wine"

Su Qin looked up at Zhou Dingyun and said softly, "After drinking this bowl of wine, I will take you on the road." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun suddenly felt the back of his spine feel cold, and Su Qin's eyes seemed to be fleeting, returning to the night two years ago!

Zhou Dingyun seemed to be scared, stood up loudly, took a few steps back, touched the storage bag on his waist with his palm, squinted his eyes, and looked serious.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Zhou Dingyun comforted: "I am an eight-layer qi practitioner, compared to two years ago, I have changed, and I am still afraid of a scholar?"

"Don't you want to drink?"

Su Qin shook his head with a smile and said, "If you don't drink, you won't have a chance." ”

"Pretending!"

Zhou Dingyun shouted, placing his palm on the storage bag, directly sacrificing a flying sword, his fingertips were exciting. There was an aura there, and the light on the sword was bright.

Lay down your psychic weapons.

"Sickness!"

Zhou Dingyun waved his sword in his hand, instantly calmed down, pointed forward, and the light of swinging the sword into the stream suddenly pierced in front of Su Qin!

Su Qin didn't move, waiting for the old monk to decide.

Fei Jian toned on Su Qin's eyebrows, and would penetrate another inch, but Su Qin looked like usual, from beginning to end, without even blinking her eyelids.

Zhou Dingyun thought that Su Qin was taken aback, and said with a smile: "Su Qin, if you kneel down and beg me now, I can also consider letting you live." ”

"I think you're a bit of a problem. ”

Su Qin stretched out his palm, gently held the sword in front of him, and said calmly: "Right here, in this season, it's the same night, the two of us, but it's over, but it won't change much." ”

Seeing Su Qin holding a sharp artifact in his hand, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but show a trace of cruel eyes.

What a fool!

Su Qin said again: "If there is a change, it was two years ago, and I will let you go." "Now you can't leave. “

"Damn, I'm still talking crazy. I'll give you a palm first!"

Zhou Dingyun yelled at the other party, his eyes flashed, manipulating the flying sword, twisting, and spinning hard!

At the same time, Su Qin's palm was rolling and shaking.

Father!

There was a crisp sound, like flat thunder, and Zhou Dingyun was startled.

There is no imaginary flesh flying.

On the contrary, Su Qin's palm was intact!

To Zhou Dingyun's surprise, he lost control of the flying sword!

How could this happen?

Then, Zhou Dingyun saw another scene, and all the surprises in his eyes turned into horror.

Su Qin slowly stretched out his palm, and the flying sword lay quietly on his palm, full of cracks.

Su Qin let go of his hand, and this inferior spiritual weapon turned into a pile of fragments and sprinkled it on the ground.

A spiritual weapon, just scrapped!

Looking at Su Qin's gradually cold eyes, Zhou Dingyun's heart also sank to the bottom.

He finally realized that two years later, he had become an eighth-layer qi master, and Su Zi's second son was not that mentally handicapped scholar!

He finally realized that Su Qin just felt that the change was too great, not him, but Su Qin himself!

He finally realized that the bowl of wine on the round table might really be his road wine!

Zhou Dingyun didn't understand why Su Qin, with his flesh and blood, would shatter his spiritual weapon.

Zhou Dingyun also didn't want to delve into the reasons behind it.

Now, he just wants to get out of here, the farther away from Su Qin as possible!

Zhou Dingyun pulled out another flying sword from the storage bag, it was just a work of art.

In Bixia Palace, the disciples outside could get a spiritual weapon, which was already a great gift, but it was later abandoned by Su Qin's fleshy palm.

Zhou Dingyun stepped on the sword, stood in the air, and flew out.

Before leaving, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but look back.

Su Qin was not in a hurry to stand up, but he was not in a hurry to drink the liquor on the stone table, he just stood up, tied the long knife to his waist, put the quiver on his back, and picked up the big bow blood in his hand.

Zhou Dingyun swallowed his saliva, turned around, urged the sword to fly, and rushed away.

The wind roared in his ears and was blown away by the wind. Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but tremble. I don't know when, he was already scared into a cold sweat.

Soon, Zhou Dingyun was far away from Pingyang Town.

Not far away is Wolf Mountain, dark, and the roar of the ghost beast is faintly heard.

Zhou Dingyun took a breath and finally let go of his heart.

At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhou Dingyun!

"Do you remember the vows you made two years ago when you knelt down and begged for mercy?"

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that he could barely control the flying sword, lost his balance, and fell out of mid-air.

Su Qin!

This voice is Su Qin!

No way?

How did he catch up?

Zhou Dingyun's face was pale, and he was in a cold sweat, urging the flying sword to escape, and looking back.

Su Qin followed him, looking calm and casual, but every step he took, he was two or three feet away!

"He, he didn't have to do his best!"

At this time, Zhou Dingyun seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar all of a sudden, and his whole body was cold.

Su Qin's voice sounded again: "That night two years ago, you swore to God that if you were lucky enough to worship the Immortal Sect in the future, you would never return to me, otherwise you would die in your heart." ”

"Oh, in that case, as you wish. ”

Hearing these words, Zhou Dingyun finally realized that the big bow of blood was used on the stone table.

"No!"

Zhou Dingyun hurriedly turned around, and just after saying a word, his eyes were covered by a dark shadow.

Wow!

A dozen sharp arrows, both front and back, arrived in the blink of an eye!

Thump!

Zhou Dingyun felt a pain in his chest, as if he had lost something, and fell weakly from mid-air.

Zhou Dingyun fell to the ground panting, covered in mud and blood.

"Huh!"

Zhou Dingyun tried to lower his head and look at his chest.

In the blur of flesh and blood, there was an extra bowl of blood, and his heart was pierced by a dozen sharp arrows.

Arrows pierce your heart!

Everything seems to be fate, already predestined.

The breeze blew, and Zhou Dingyun's eyes flashed with the corner of a green shirt.

Zhou Dingyun was lying on the ground, looking up at Su Qin who was standing in front of him, with a strange smile on his face, and said vaguely: "I'm Bixia." "Palace, you, you kill me, you can't escape, there will always be. One day, the waves really. I'll find you. “

Su Qin squatted down and said with a smile: "Don't wait until that day, I'll go to him." "You go first, and the next one is Canglang Zhenren!"

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun gasped.

Su Qin pulled down the storage bag on Zhou Dingyun's waist, held it in his arms, then grabbed his body, walked forward not far away, and threw it directly into Cangwolf Mountain.

There was no need to wait until the next day, Zhou Dingyun's body would be eaten by the spirit beast.

Ruined body also ruined body.

No one will know what happened tonight.

If Zhou Dingyun returned to Pingyang Town and couldn't find Su Qin, he would definitely transfer his target to the Su family.

The imperial decree of the Son of Heaven had a great deterrent effect on the vassal states, and it might not be useful for the cultivators of alignment, let alone the disciples of Bixia Palace, one of the five great families.

Zhou Dingyun did not die, and Su Qin did not leave with confidence.