The face of the chaotic demon ape changed suddenly, and he was shocked, not wanting this seemingly weak and slender woman to be so decisive, and he narrowly avoided the arc-shaped flying blade of the owl's head on the side of his head.

The little ape behind him couldn't dodge, and before he could snort, his head was divided into two halves by the invisible flying blade, and the person fell down, bleeding and brains, drowning the saber in his hand.

This arc-shaped flying blade is all issued by the skill of the baoqin and the person who plays the qin, although it is invisible, it is better than tangible, and it invisibly hurts and kills.

Nine flower-like girls have never seen such a shocking scene, one by one the flowers lost color, exclaimed, turned their faces sideways, their whole bodies trembled, like frightened deer, the five young men's faces were all white at once, and their legs were weak.

The bandits were shocked and angry, looking at each other, only to hear the chaotic demon ape shouting: "Up!"

The little minions took advantage of the overwhelming crowd, drew their swords, held sharp spears, shouted wildly, and rushed towards the woman in white.

"Capture alive, don't hurt the beauty!" the Demon Ape of the Mixed World hurriedly reminded.

The woman in white plucked the strings with both hands, and dozens of arc-shaped flying blades broke through the air, sandwiched by the sound of the wind, as fast as lightning, flashing cold, those little minions had no power to parry at all, only heard the exclamation, and after a while, they all fell to the ground, all dead and dead. For a time, the bloody breath and the fog coexisted, and the incomplete corpses and weeds depended on each other.

At this time, among the dozens of bandits in Doutianzhai, only the Mixed World Demon Ape was still standing, and the Mixed World Demon Ape looked at the white-clothed woman in front of him in shock, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said: "What a powerful exercise, who are you?

"Who am I, do I still need to report to you?" said the woman in white coldly, and at the same time, her fingers plucked the strings, and seven or eight arc-shaped flying blades swirled towards the vital parts of the "Chaos Demon Ape" body.

The face of the demon ape changed, and a refined iron sledgehammer danced, whirring, blocking the seven or eight arc-shaped flying blades.

"Yes, come again!"

The woman in white said lightly, her jade fingers kept plucking the strings, but when she heard the sound of Zheng Zheng, dozens of arc-shaped flying blades honestly and unceremoniously walked towards the "Demon Ape of the Mixed World", only to be so shocked that the Demon Ape of the Mixed World grabbed a big hammer and hurriedly resisted, it was really a bit like an ape dancing over there.

The "Demon Ape of the Mixed World" was almost crying, and every flying blade was not far from his body.

"Self-defense weapons are good, but they can't escape death!"

The woman in white pursed her lips, plucked the kite, and a white shadow jumped out of the strings, landed and turned into a woman in white, exactly the same as the person who played the piano, this woman grabbed the oil-paper umbrella suspended out of thin air next to the woman playing the piano, and flew towards the "Demon Ape of the Mixed World", her skirt fluttering, like a flying fairy.

The "Demon Ape of the Mixed World" finally breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting the woman in white to conjure a person with a spell, so she took a "murder weapon" and killed it again, the outer edge of the umbrella bone of the "Bright Moon Umbrella" was extremely sharp, and the body of the "Demon Ape of the Mixed World" naturally did not dare to touch it, but the hammer in his hand danced wildly, but he never hit the man's umbrella at all.

The piano player Guzheng seems to be intoxicated with herself, and the woman holding the umbrella has extraordinary martial arts, and after seven or eight rounds, she will have the upper hand, only to fight the demon ape of the mixed world sweating profusely, and her heart is cold, and she screams bitterly at the woman who plays the piano, shouting: "Grandma, I was wrong...... Woman, spare your life!"

The face of the woman playing the piano was like ice, unmoved, the umbrella woman fought for more than ten rounds, and the umbrella of the "Bright Moon Umbrella" in the umbrella woman's hand suddenly spun out of a huge circular air blade, and the air blade wiped straight from the neck of the "Mixed World Demon Ape", and the Mixed World Demon Ape fell to the ground and died, with a different head.

The bright moon umbrella flew back to the side of the piano player, and the woman in white who had just held the umbrella disappeared faintly in a soft sound.

- If the voice is tangible, the disappearance of the voice is the strange appearance of her when she disappeared!

The woman in white stopped stroking the harp, held an oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the fourteen frightened young men and women, untied the ropes for them, and said, "Go home quickly, and be careful in the future!"

"Thank you Woman, thank you Woman......"

Fourteen men and women bowed down to the woman in white, thanked her, and went home together.

Light rain, mist, a woman in white, an umbrella and a guzheng, walking alone on the avenue.

Half a day later, she really destroyed the entire "Doutianzhai", which was the fifth bandit den she had destroyed in the half month since her debut.

~~~

There is a dissolute prodigal swordsman named Zhang Qingfeng, who is as elegant and chic as his name, as a breeze is frivolous and arrogant, and is as frivolous and intoxicating as a breeze.

I heard that he is invincible in swordsmanship, sanctified in the flesh, and has not met an opponent since his debut, and the old man in the sword alliance wants to give up the position of the leader of the alliance, but he refuses.

He was jealous of evil and hateful, slaying demons and eliminating countless evils, and often generously donated money to help others; he had no fixed residence, and often lingered in the Qinglou singing, dancing and drinking, but he always kept himself as good as jade, and kept himself clean.

White Tiger City is located on the land of Shenzhou, and it is the largest city in the west of the territory of the Shenzhou human race. The ancient city, the magnificent city, it is like the legendary white tiger beast, dormant there, eyeing the tiger.

The most famous green building in the White Tiger City is the Hundred Flowers Building, a hundred flowers and a hundred flowers, this Hundred Flowers Building is as its name suggests, there are really a lot of famous flowers.

The most famous girl in Baihualou is the flower shadow girl, she is the treasure of Baihualou.

This is a generation of famous prostitutes, famous far and near, she knows all the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, people are like flowers and jade, born stunner, can be called a peerless generation; she talks elegantly, behaves dignified, over the years she dominates, has occupied the position of the three thousand Qinglou "Baifang Bang" Oiran.

She looked to be over twenty years old, and young talents from all over the world were still proud to be able to make friends with her, and countless people begged for poetry and music every day, and the aristocratic rich who wanted to marry her could line up ten streets.

She hadn't seen a guest for a long time, and she didn't bother to associate with those who were conceited about their vassal elegance. She doesn't sell her body, at most she comes out to play the zither every three or five times, as long as she appears, every time she is full of guests, she deserves to be the "treasure of the town" of Baihualou.

Although she is in the smoke and dust, it is very different from other fireworks, she does not know how to bloom as enthusiastically as fireworks, she can only shine silently, and enjoy herself.

There are people all over the world who want to befriend her, but she only regards one person as a confidant, and she only recognizes this confidant in this life.

Every time she thinks of this confidant, she can't help but mutter: "It's enough to have a confidant in life!"

In her room, there is a painting of her handwritten words "life is enough to have a confidant", the handwriting is graceful and upright, this is her favorite word, when she gave this word to him, he said: "I am all over the world for home, there is no fixed place, this word will leave you here for the time being!"

- If her handwriting is released, someone will rob her head and bleed.

- Her confidant is the dissolute and uninhibited prodigal swordsman Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng was having fun with the sisters in Baihualou at this time!

Baihualou is the head of the Qinglou industry, and of course there is a big stage in such a Qinglou.

Zhang Qingfeng was dancing the sword on the big stage at this time, and the sisters in the Baihualou and the sons and brothers who came here to have fun were all watching him dance the sword.

They were all moved by Zhang Qingfeng's elegant figure and shining sword, which won the applause of all the guests and sisters, and proudly, Zhang Qingfeng blew the hair in front of him, and shouted happily: "Yueji, osmanthus, bother the two sisters to get a basin of water and splash it on me!"

The flower-like Yueji and Osmanthus shouted: "Okay!" turned around and really went to one person to bring a large basin of water, and the two of them didn't say a word, and they honestly and unceremoniously threw Zhang Qingfeng downstairs from the second floor.

I saw Zhang Qingfeng suddenly dance the sword fast, but when he saw the sword light shining like a meteor and suddenly like lightning, it was simply impermeable and invulnerable, only to see the water splashing and turning into stars, and the two large basins of water were all blocked by Zhang Qingfeng's sword, turning into a rain in the sky, and the rain was scattered, and his whole body was not touched.

- Blocking the water with mana, naturally there are many people, blocking the water with ideas, there are many people, if like him is purely with the strength of his wrist and not luck to block the water, there are few people in the world.

The guests and girls in the Baihualou once again applauded Zhang Qingfeng's wonderful performance, applauding loudly, and the old bustard, who was dressed up in flowers, applauded and smiled like a little girl.

Zhang Qingfeng hugged his fists at people from all directions, and smiled very proudly: "Thank you!

At this time, a burly man about thirty-five or sixteen years old in the audience jumped onto the big stage with a five-foot Qingfeng sword on his back, he stared at Zhang Qingfeng who was smiling brightly with an unrecognizable face, and said in a cold tone: "The sword is used to kill people, and it is not good to dance beautifully!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned their eyes to the big stage again, everyone looked at the big stage with a look of hope, and it seemed that another thrilling show was about to be staged on this big stage!

Zhang Qingfeng glanced at the swordsman with the sword on his back, patted his chest and said, "I'm willing!"

The big man showed an angry face, and with a "choked" sound, he pulled out his sword and pointed at Zhang Qingfeng's nose, and said, "Then let me Ji Wuba teach you a lesson, and let you know what a sword is!"

The pale green sword, the cold light is like a pool of autumn water, and the sharp blade is like dyed snow, I have to say that this is really a good sword.

Under the big stage, someone immediately exclaimed: "Ji Wuba, the famous two-handed sword Ji Wuba on the rivers and lakes!"

"Isn't he the sword master of the four absolute in the Ji organization?" someone was shocked.

"I heard that his sword path has reached the sword god level!" someone said, and then everyone sighed, envy and fear.

"Huh, what about the twelve inseparable sword venerables beside him?" Someone finally saw that something was wrong and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Sword Saint Battle Sword God, selfless Dou Qingfeng, this time there are some looks. Some people were in high spirits, and those who occupied a good position quickly ordered a large plate of cool watermelon, and sat down to share and watch the show with everyone.

~~~

The people in the rivers and lakes divide the force into nine levels: warrior, martial artist, martial kui, martial king, martial emperor, martial honor, martial god, martial saint, and martial emperor.

People in the rivers and lakes often carry equipment with them, such as those who are good at using swords, and kendo people are more willing to divide nine levels according to their sword attainments: swordsman, swordsman, sword kui, sword king, sword emperor, sword honor, sword god, sword saint, and sword emperor. The same goes for knives, guns, sticks, etc.

If you want to know what level your sword is in, the most direct way is to find someone to compete, which level you win, you are equivalent to that level or higher; the most authoritative way is to go to the sword alliance to test the sword platform to show your hand, those old men will naturally give you the corresponding title and comments.

And the Sword Emperor is said to have always been a virtual position, a theoretical existence, because the Sword Emperor has never appeared, and people don't know what kind of realm it is.

There are hundreds or thousands of schools on the rivers and lakes, but they are mainly divided into three streams: those who are strong in the flesh and delicate in skill are called the body stream; those who are strong in mana and witchcraft are for the practice stream; and those who are superior in ideas and excellent in spirit are divided into the stream of ideas.

~~~

Of course, Zhang Qingfeng had also heard of the name Ji Wuba, and he knew why he found this, because he asked the girl in green to prompt the masked man to come, and the masked man was Ji Wuba.

That Ji Wuba is no longer dressed up in black clothes, because he not only wants to kill Zhang Qingfeng, but also wants to take the name of this Sword Saint, for three hundred years, the entire Divine Continent, he is only a Sword Saint.

Zhang Qingfeng doesn't have to report his name, everyone knows that he has no fear, and he raised his voice like Ji Wuba, and said, "Okay, if you don't accept it, let's try it!"

He said it lightly, how could he not know that Ji Wuba had come to take his life.

——A person who has done all the bad things will naturally have someone to take his life, and if he has done too many bad things, there will also be people who will come to ask for his life, Zhang Qingfeng has done all the good things, and he belongs to the latter.

As soon as Zhang Qingfeng's words fell, Ji Wuba asked, "What's the matter with that robbering Wang Ba?"

"I told her to blow you up!" Zhang Qingfeng grinned, looking very happy.

Ji Wuba's eyes were about to split, he screamed, raised his sword with both hands and strode towards Zhang Qingfeng violently, that sword, always Changhong, everyone saw a flash of light green and cold, and they were already close to Zhang Qingfeng, Zhang Qingfeng suddenly pulled out his sword.

This is a straight and upright eight-sided dragon-shaped iron sword, the whole body is silver-white, four feet and seven inches long, the head of the sword is like a dragon's head, the hilt is like a dragon's neck, the sword is double flying claws, the sword body is as bright as a mirror, the blade is slightly light, the sword edge is a little light, and there is the word "no self" under the sword.

I only heard the sound of drawing the sword like a dragon's groan, and I saw a flash of the innocent sword, and Zhang Qingfeng's sword blade was suddenly pointed at Ji Wuba's throat, and Ji Wuba's sword held high in both hands was still hanging above his head, about to be chopped down.

Zhang Qingfeng blew the hair in front of him and asked, "Are you convinced?"

The two-handed sword Ji said domineeringly: "I don't accept it!"

After saying that, he took a step back, stabbed forward quickly, holding the sword with both hands and stabbing straight at Zhang Qingfeng's waist, Ji Wuba's sword was very long and sharp, and the speed could not be said to be fast, and the accuracy could not be said to be inaccurate.

The sword was approaching, and seeing that Zhang Qingfeng was still stunned, many women in the Baihua Building couldn't help but lose their faces and didn't dare to look directly.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound of "hum-", Zhang Qingfeng's sword sandwiched the sound of the wind, and came first, his body was oblique, this time the tip of his sword had pointed to Ji Wuba's chest point, and stabbed into an inch Ji Wuba was killed immediately, and the tip of Ji Wuba's sword was still three inches away from Zhang Qingfeng's waist.

Zhang Qingfeng's sword pointed at Ji Wuba's chest, and he asked again, "Are you convinced?"

The eyes of the onlookers seemed to be more, Ji Wuba's face turned even redder, how could he easily admit defeat in front of everyone, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Don't be too proud, it was the uncle who deliberately let you drop just now!"

After saying this, Ji Wuba's long sword opened Zhang Qingfeng's sword, and he couldn't help but say that he suddenly slashed at Zhang Qingfeng with fourteen swords in a row, as if in a storm, each sword contained thousands of sword changes, each sword was ruthless and spicy, tricky and weird, specializing in taking people's lives, he used the swordsmanship of a killer, and everyone was dazzled, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

Zhang Qingfeng suddenly turned into a gust of wind, drifting on the big stage, although Ji Wuba's Qingfeng long sword was fast and ruthless, where could he touch his clothes.

Ji Wuba suddenly changed his move, and a sword quickly slashed towards Zhang Qingfeng's neck, Zhang Qingfeng raised his sword lightly, and the blade of the sword slid down Ji Wuba's blade.

"Hum—"

The sound of the sword was crisp, Ji Wuba but seeing that the sword was so fast, the innocent sword flashed, and his scalp was numb, Zhang Qingfeng's sword was already on his neck and carotid artery, and Ji Wuba even felt the cold chill that penetrated from the blade.

Zhang Qingfeng took a breath of the green silk in front of him, raised his sword eyebrows, and said, "This time you took it, right?"

Ji Wuba cried with a sad face, no matter how thick his skin was, he sighed, and while retreating, he said loudly: "Serve, serve......"

Zhang Qingfeng threw the sword in his hand up at will, almost reaching the gorgeous dome of the brothel, and the silver-white sword as moonlight fell to the ground like an eye, and fell into the scabbard behind him with unmistakable accuracy.

Zhang Qingfeng suddenly slipped on the soles of his feet, as if he was about to fall to the sky, but he saw his whole body spinning in mid-air, jumping up to three floors like a white crane soaring into the sky, he flew and crashed open the door of the flower shadow girl, broke in, and did not forget to close the door from the inside.