Lu Qian saw that he was acting impulsively, and took Liu Erji to follow behind. It is not difficult to see from the moves just now that this Murong Qi's swordsmanship is mysterious and extremely insidious, if Situ Housun chases after him like this, he may have something wrong.

The chivalrous Lu Qian looked at the surrounding environment while walking, and saw that he was about to leave the mountains and forests, but there was still no trace of Situ Hou and Sun, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Liu Erji, who had the same idea as him, was also tired and sweaty, panting and said: "Brother Lu, I think that the monkey cub is most likely fierce and unlucky this time, and the person who is obviously keeping the back move is useless, but he can't see it, and he dares to catch up alone, isn't he asking for trouble?"

Ever since I met him, this Liu Erji has an elm head, how can he have such eyesight today? Curious, Lu Qian couldn't help asking, "Oh? He has a back move, where did you see it?"

"Hey, isn't this easy? Those who practice swordsmanship have always been meticulous and continuous. But just now, the man dismantled one move into multiple moves, and deliberately broke his own vitality, isn't this a backup move, what is it?"

Seeing that what he said was the Tao, Lu Qian's heart was even more strange. Liu Erji has always only had those two hammers on his body, but he has never heard him mention any swordsmanship, and now he should be impressed to say such an opinion.

Before Lu Qian could open his mouth to praise, Liu Erji seemed to see through his thoughts, and hurriedly explained: "Don't look at me, I usually only carry these two hammers, and I have heard the master mention one or two about the use of knives, swords, and guns. It's just that the weapons are too light, and I don't have to take advantage of them, so I have to give up. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

The two of them said as they ran, and in a blink of an eye they had come to a mountain col, and the sky was already a little white at this time, and by the light, Lu Qian found that there were obvious traces of a fight here.

"Be careful, they might be nearby. ”

Situ Hou Sun chased Murong Qi all the way, and the new and old hatred for He Lantian before was completely angry on him, in order to vent his anger, he couldn't care about the exhaustion on his body, and he threw off his steps and vowed to take a breath.

Although the light skill of the thousand-faced scholar is not weak, it is still a cut behind compared with the flying master Situ Hou Sun. After all, after all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and he was caught up by the menacing latter as soon as he ran out for dozens of miles.

"Murong Qi, where are you going!"

Situ Housun saw the opportunity, took a vertical step, jumped in front of Murong Qi, and blocked his way. The short knife in his hand took advantage of the glimmer of the sky at this time, and it was even more aggressive.

"Hehe, Situ Xiao'er, if it weren't for the sake of working together before, do you think you can really beat me? If you work hard again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

Murong Qi, who was at a dead end, had actually been killed in the trick just now, but Lu Qian and Liu Erji were helping, so he couldn't do anything to Situ Housun. At this moment, looking around, he came alone, so he no longer had any worries, and simply tore his face and stood with a sword.

At this point, you and I have nothing to talk about, but we can only see the real chapter in our hands. ”

Situ Housun said, the short knife in his hand flicked, and he flew and slashed diagonally. The sword is angry, and he does his best, vowing to make a break with the person in front of him.

Murong Qi saw that he was determined to take his life, sneered, and the Death Gate Sword came out, using his original secret technique, the Desperate Twelve Style.

The sword makes flying stars, and the meaning is Kunlun and Kyushu. This mourning sword flew up and down in Murong Qi's hand, breaking the fierce sword momentum attacked by Situ Hou Sun one by one, and for a while, the murderous aura was vertical and horizontal, and he had the upper hand.

Situ Housun, who knew that he was invincible, rolled his eyes to his heart. After a feint attack first, after seeing Murong Qi use his ability to transform it into invisibility, he handed over the short knife to his left hand and took out his secret treasure, the thirteen dragon scale nails, from his arms.

These thirteen dragon scale nails were originally his unique secret weapons, about an inch long, and they were tattooed with dragon scales. Once it is hit, the blood flows out along the groove and is unstoppable. Because he was too ruthless, his wife who had not passed through the door had told him not to use it again until he had to do so, and now when he thought of the death of the beautiful woman, his heart was sour, and he no longer cared about it.

"Go!"

Situ Hou Sun shouted, and thirteen dragon scale nails came out in response, and a little bit of cold light shot straight towards Murong Qi, fast and ruthless, completely making people unable to dodge.

Although he had worked with him for many years, Murong Qi had never seen him use such a treasure, and when he appeared today, the startled thousand-faced scholar gasped.

At the last moment, Murong Qi's sword light flowed, and he hit the flying thing at a very fast speed, but he was a human after all, he didn't have so many arms, and after knocking down a few fatal positions, the rest were all on his body.

"How? The taste of this dragon scale nail is like the pain in my heart back then, penetrating into my heart and lungs, and I will never forget it in this life. The woman you keep saying you don't care about, in my heart, she will always be my life!"

These words, Situ Hou Sun said them all with a roar, and his emotions were so excited that he was completely out of control. The tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes and the clenched fists all tell the past of himself and his wife, but unfortunately, that good time has become a permanent secret.

"Hahaha......"

Murong Qi suddenly laughed out loud, the blood spilling from the corners of his black and purple mouth and his sharp voice formed an extremely strange picture.

"What are you laughing at, a dying man?"

Situ Housun, who was instantly pulled back to reality from his shattered memories, and his anger that had nowhere to vent was suddenly ignited by his laughter. The two vicious gazes were like an abyss of rising flames, staring at Murong Qi's face.

"Wonderful, really wonderful! What a heartfelt drama. Years ago, I wouldn't have believed that this was the words that could come out of the mouth of a killer like you. ”

Silent, Situ Housun listened to him without saying a word and continued to tell his past. This is the past he wants to forget the most, and it is also the place where Qingyi, his mother, kept telling him to reform before he died.

Seeing that he didn't react, Murong Qi dragged his injured body and took a few steps forward, and every word he said was like a sharp knife, constantly piercing into Situ Housun's heart, and the stirring internal organs were all adjusted in a different direction.

"If that woman could live to hear your words, she would probably be moved to tears, right? Unfortunately, you will have to go down to accompany her!"

Before the words fell, the blade of the sword in Murong Qi's hand protruded, and it had already pierced Situ Housun's shoulder in one stroke. The sharp pain in his heart made this sad man too late to be stunned, and he wanted to force back the body of the person in front of him with the short knife in his hand, but the painful pull made his movements in his hands slow down a lot, and Murong Qi easily saw through it and kicked the blade away.