"Is that so?"

The old man suddenly raised his head to look at her face, her face was pale and beautiful, poignant and mysterious, so beautiful that any man could not be moved by a glance, but the old man's reaction was completely different.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear. He suddenly lost his voice and exclaimed, "It's you!"

He recognized Qingqing, not so much as recognizing Qingqing, but recognizing the face that seemed to be a little thoughtful, similar in silhouette and temperament, which reminded him of a person, a person he wanted to find but didn't want to face.

The old man looked at it carefully, and suddenly shook his head again: "No, by no means, you are still young, you are too young." ”

Qingqing also felt a little strange and said, "Do you recognize someone who looks like me?"

The old man said: "I don't recognize you, I only recognize this knife, I will not admit mistakes, I will never ......"

He suddenly asked Qingqing: "Is there seven words engraved on this knife?"

Qingqing asked rhetorically, "Which seven words?" The old man said: "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night. ”

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night. "It's a poem, a very beautiful poem, so beautiful that it's bleak, it's so beautiful that it's heartbreaking.

But Qingqing and the old man's reactions were different, and when he said these seven words, the old man's hands were trembling, and his face had changed. When he heard these seven words, Deqingqing's victory color also changed, and he suddenly threw down the flower blue in his hand and held the handle of the knife.

The handle of that scimitar.

Qingqing's scimitar has a curved handle.

The blue flowers filled with flowers rolled down from the bluestone, and the flowers were scattered like rain.

Flower rain, not spring rain.

There is no spring rain here, only the moon, the full moon.

Under the full moon, when they hear such a beautiful poem, why do they have such a strange reaction?

Qingqing's hand tightly grasped the curved handle of the Qingqing's scimitar.

The old man was staring at her hand.

He didn't have to ask anymore, if the knife didn't have those seven words on it, she would never have reacted like this.

The expression in the old man's eyes was very strange, and he didn't know whether it was surprise, joy, or fear.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Sure enough, it's this knife, God has eyes, and finally let me find this knife!" In the midst of wild laughter, his sword was unsheathed.

A man three feet tall has a four-foot long sword, but this sword is not ridiculous in this man's hand.

As soon as this sword moves, absolutely no one will notice that he is a dwarf.

Because as soon as this sword came out of the sheath, there was a compelling sword aura that was imminent.

Jiang Shaofeng, who was behind Qingqing, felt this sword aura and frowned a little, this sword aura of Senhan was full of killing intent, and the old man who just said that he didn't want to kill people was now murderous.

"Xiu ~ ~~~"

The sword light flew in the sky and covered Qingqing and Jiang Shaofeng on the other side, the old man rose into the air, the sword qi broke through the air, and the sword was roaring.

Jiang Shaofeng didn't make a move immediately, but frowned and looked at the old man who was fighting with Qingqing, who stood in front of him in order to protect his safety.

He was not busy making a move, because he was looking for an opportunity, the master of this world was naturally nothing in his eyes, and he was not a powerful figure himself, but he had to consider one point, Jiang Shaofeng's current cultivation.

Although he easily cleaned up the first-class three friends of the old and cold, but his own internal strength cultivation can be regarded as a third-rate in the rivers and lakes, and this kind of internal strength cultivation is enough to face ordinary masters, but it is still very difficult to face real masters.

The old man in front of him is a master in the world, and he can be regarded as a real master, Jiang Shaofeng must be cautious, because he only has one chance.

Now this old man is despised because of his cultivation, but as long as he makes a move, if he misses a blow, it will only be himself who is in danger, once this old man takes serious precautions, it will be difficult for his third-rate cultivation to hurt him again.

Therefore, once you make a move, it will inevitably be a thunderous blow.

The old man's voice was still heard in the roar of the sword wind, and he only heard him say word for word: "You still don't draw your sword?"

Qingqing hadn't drawn his knife yet, and Qingqing's scimitar was still in that curved scabbard.

The killing intent in the old man's eyes became more and more intense, and he suddenly shouted: "Kill." "The shouts are like thunderbolts, and the sword light is like lightning, even the lightning is not so bright, so fast!

The sword light flashed, and Qingqing's body trembled, like a petal of flowers suddenly withered, fell off the flower pedicle, and fell backwards.

Jiang Shaofeng hurriedly reached out and pulled Qingqing out of the range of the sword light.

The old man did not let them go, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a sword in his hand, and the sword was unsheathed. The sword in the old man's hand, the blade of the sword was facing Qingqing's heart. This sword is definitely a deadly one, accurate, vicious, swift, and ruthless.

The old man's movements were fast, Jiang Shaofeng's movements were even faster, just before the old man struck again, he had already taken Qingqing and kept retreating, the old man followed closely, and the sword in his hand was even more with him.

"Opportunity~"

Jiang Shaofeng retreated all the way to the edge of the rock, his right foot faintly felt like stepping into the air, the old man saw this scene and grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth and was ready to laugh loudly, and his breath showed extremely subtle changes under the agitation of the mood, but this change was the opportunity that Jiang Shaofeng had been looking for for a long time.

"Ding~"

Jiang Shaofeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole temperament changed, this change was very small, only Qingqing in his arms felt it, and the moment she felt Jiang Shaofeng's change, her waist suddenly moved.

A touch of cold light crossed the sky, very bright and bright, even brighter than the full moon, colder than the three-foot cold, from the heart, cold to the bone marrow.

"This~"

The smile on the face of the chasing old man froze there, and he only felt very cold, a familiar and unfamiliar, irresistible chill that suddenly penetrated his back and penetrated into his bone marrow.

He saw a knife, a knife that was extremely familiar and a little unfamiliar, a green knife, a curved knife.

The knife light was fast, and he clearly saw the body but didn't have time to react, his heart was howling, fearing, the nightmare reappeared, what he was afraid of came again, countless negative emotions were about to drown him like a tide, his heart was screaming, his body was trembling, and he wanted to react.

"Ah~"

A blood stain swept up and almost cut the old man in half, blood splashed in the air, the old man could finally move, and he didn't try to attack again with the strength to shout, he kicked his legs and retreated with all his might, knowing that there was an abyss behind him, he didn't care, he only wanted to escape now.

"Chirp~~"

The huge eagle bird quickly flew under the old man to catch him, chirped and flew into the sky.

"Ding~"

Until Jiang Shaofeng put the scimitar back into the sheath, Qingqing still looked like he couldn't imagine it, looking at Jiang Shaofeng in a daze, the knife just now was still echoing in his mind, and his mouth was slight, as if to say why you can pull out this knife. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Heavenly Immortal Martial Arts Half-Hero Legend Claw Book House" for free for the first time.