When it was almost dawn, Qingtong stood up from the slope, and Xiaowei next to him was breathing softly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Qingtong exerted a light force, returned to the courtyard with a few taps, opened Xiaowei's door, took out a set of clothes and returned to Xiaopo to cover Xiaowei, and then looked at Xiaowei quietly.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning just shone slightly on that beautiful face, the sun left a distant back......

Qing Tong walked quietly, and there was already an extra sword in his hand. He didn't take this sword when he temporarily lived in Yi Nanxing's house, because Yi Nanxing was too knowledgeable, and Qing Tong didn't want to be guarded from the beginning.

Because he was not in a hurry, he only walked to Wanjun Mountain at noon—of course, the few small forces that could trap the Yi clan could not trap him.

The broken sunlight in the forest was sparsely sprinkled, and the wind pulled up a lock of hair in front of Qing Tong's eyebrows, he stood still, slowly closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the treetops from far and near. Here it comes!

"I can't help myself" thought in his heart, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, and the next moment the knife light reflected on his face, and a snowy long knife roared.

Without any extra movements, or even opening his eyes, Qing Tong just pushed the Yunluo Sword to his ear, and with a crisp sound, the person who came quickly retreated like an electric shock. Standing with a knife, the reaction speed of the young man in front of him frightened him.

"Iron plate," the bandit with a beard and a terrible scar on his face licked the corner of his mouth, "Where did this rich boy come from? The sword is good, I want it!" Before the words fell, his long knife had already swung to Qing Tong's backhand, fast, accurate, ruthless!

From the moment Qing Tong left the northern frontier, he had the urge to beat people -- at this moment, he felt that he wanted to beat people very much! So, the Yunluo sword in his hand turned, he shouted, used the sword as a stick, and whistled and swung towards the backhand.

"Bang!" The sword intersected but had the momentum of a mountain colliding, although both of them restrained their strength within the range of their bodies, a wave of qi still roared away around the two of them, and for a while the leaves in the woods were flying. At the same time, the scarred face also flew out in response to the sound - this hard "stick" shook his blood and blood, so uncomfortable.

Qing Tong's arm was also slightly numb - sure enough, the strength-type move was still not suitable for him. However, if the scarface on the other side knew Qing Tong's thoughts, he would have to vomit blood in anger - his knife is a major in the dual attributes of strength and wind, and he is still not satisfied with being overturned by someone? shameless!

Scarface was already full of solemnity after stabilizing his body, holding the treasure knife and staring at Qing Tong tightly - it must be uncomfortable to be defeated in what he is best at!

"Hey, little Scar, why don't you have a murderous aura in your knife? If you want to go up, you can get serious!" Qing Tong put away his "swinging" action, held the sword in his arms and stretched his waist - his sword was still unsheathed.

The knife is not murderous, the simplest situation is that the other party does not want to kill himself, and the other situation, he has only met once in his life - that night, the master in order to save him in the chaos of the army, countless corpses under his feet, but the sword is not sticky with blood, if a person is like an immortal, he will kill countless enemies without any murderous aura......

However, it is clear that this Scarface belongs to the first situation - Qing Tong does not believe that the person who was swept away by him with a stick can reach the realm of the master.

Fortunately, Scarface didn't have killing intent, otherwise that stick would have been able to seriously injure him.

"Boy, you ......" Scarface was about to scold, but Qing Tong interrupted him just as he spoke:

"Down, heaven, knife. Touching his chin, Qing Tong smiled and looked at Scarface.

Scarface was stunned, and his gaze became more vigilant.

"Force, wind dual attribute exercises, Bai's single transmission. Cultivated to the nine-layer wind blade body, the knife is swift and domineering, and the sky is slumped. What I said, are you right?"

This knife ranked 63rd on the 100th spectrum of weapons arranged by the master after his retirement.

"That's a lot of homework, boy. But it's hard to do some paperwork in front of my old white!" In an instant, Scarface disappeared from the spot, and a figure was already attacking from the side like a gale.

Qing Tong was unmoved, and said quietly: "Compare speed with me, even if you cultivate to the ninth layer, you will have to eat dust behind me, not to mention that it is only the eighth layer." ”

A bright long knife slashed through the afterimage that Qing Tong had left in place, and the next moment, Qing Tong had already appeared behind Scarface. And Scarface didn't panic, and for a while, the wind blades flew and firmly surrounded his body. Qing Tong couldn't dodge, and stretched forward with one hand, the light and dark flashes in his hand, dissolving most of the wind blade and retreating quickly, but his shirt was still cut a few times.

"Awesome! It's just that the eighth layer has already mastered the wind blade flexibly. The two pulled away and confronted each other again.

Scarface didn't feel proud when he heard the praise - the young man in front of him just figured out his realm with just one move, which can only explain one problem - this young man, the realm is much higher than him.

"I'm going to be serious!" Qing Tong's eyes were blazing, he drew his sword out of its sheath, disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the next moment he had already rushed to Scarface and slashed down with a sword, and the sword qi was horizontal. Scarface blocked it with a horizontal knife, but the next moment the knife was light, Qing Tong twisted like a snake, and just stopped the sword momentum and changed to a horizontal pull. This sword must have unimaginably powerful spiritual power and a tough body to complete, otherwise it will either be taken off or torn apart by the sudden change of spiritual power...... Scarface secretly screamed that it was not good, and with a kick under his feet, rubble flew everywhere, covering him to retreat decisively. Qing Tong didn't chase either, and after pulling a sword horizontally, he turned around and stood still, the tip of the sword straight towards Scarface. Between the two, there is a big pit kicked out by Scarface.

"It's my turn, come again!" Scarface was beaten into anger, and he was about to fight forward again, when a soft shout sounded in the distance - "Stand down, you've already lost." ”

Scarface stopped, and the next moment, a man with a face like a crown of jade walked leisurely from the distant woods with a feather fan in his hand. Behind him, there were thirteen plain-robed men, all wearing hats.

"Second brother, it's good that you're here, I can rest assured that I'll fight again!" Scarface first said hello to the visitor, and then prepared to fight Qing Tong again.

"It's said you've already lost. The man whispered, but the voice was clear to everyone's ears: "Look at the sword of that childe." ”

On the tip of Qing Tong's sword, a drop of blood lay quietly, and Scarface touched his neck, where there was already a small wound, so small that he couldn't feel the pain......

Qing Tong looked at Scarface and showed an embarrassed smile, which made Scarface feel deep malice......