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This is the first time Wei Nianci has seen a middle-level Qi cultivator kill someone.

It's not that she hasn't seen a middle-level Qi cultivator make a move, when she was with Xu Xianjian before, the other party used the sword technique of the Voidless Sword Gate in order to show his superb sword style. Xu Xianjian went down with a sword, the stone opened and the wood was broken, and the momentum was extraordinary, at that time, Wei Nianci and Luluo couldn't help but applaud.

Cultivation has reached the middle level of Qi training, no one is willing to fight with others easily, and the tricks on the rivers and lakes are all on the spot, Wei Nianci has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has not seen any monks at the middle level of Qi training killed, and there are many monks in the mortal realm who have been killed.

But tonight, Wei Nianci saw it.

See it clearly.

It is precisely because I can see it clearly, but I don't see it clearly.

Outside the door, the Tsing Yi swordsman wearing a hat on his head, when he made a move, Wei Nianci only saw a streamer of light disappear in a flash. At the same time, the disciple of the Penglai Dao Sect quickly dodged to the side, and the speed was so fast that it only left an afterimage in place.

Then the Tsing Yi swordsman reached the position of the afterimage, and then returned the knife into the sheath, and the disciple of Penglai Daomen froze at the threshold, and then covered the throat that spurted blood and fell.

There is only one move in the fight, and one move is not only a victory or defeat, but also life and death, it is incredibly fast, Wei Nianci didn't understand at all, how the Tsing Yi swordsman made a move, and she didn't understand how the Penglai Daomen disciple was hit, she only saw the result.

The result could not be more obvious, one standing, one falling.

Wei Nianci didn't have time to be shocked, because she also saw that in the courtyard outside the door, there were several streamers flashing at the same time.

The sword qi is not a straight line, but a meniscus-shaped curve, wide in the middle and narrow on the sides.

This is all Wei Nianci sees, in the dark courtyard, when the sword qi flashes, there is a moment of light, which is brighter and shorter than when lightning appears in the sky.

The sword flashed, and the swordsmen of the Tsing Yi Yamen in the courtyard all changed their positions, and the disciples of Penglai Daomen also changed their positions, the difference was that the former calmly put the knife into the sheath, and the latter fell to spasms in the heavy rain.

From beginning to end, the Tsing Yi swordsman standing on the roof did not move.

The battle in the courtyard is nothing more than a repetition of the battle at the gate.

The lightning fell suddenly, and the courtyard was clear for a moment, and Wei Nianci saw that the two Tsing Yi swordsmen who were standing like gods also had bleeding wounds.

Wei Nianci couldn't help but take two steps back, and sat down on the wooden chair, his face pale.

At this moment, she clearly realized that compared with the killing skills of the swordsman in Tsing Yi, Xu Xianjian's sword style could only be described as a fist embroidered leg.

She felt absurd and incredible. Tsing Yi swordsmen kill people, it is a real killing, even if they will be injured, they still have to kill the enemy with one blow. It seems that for them, after one move, either you die or I die, and there will be no second ending.

This is a group of monks with the purpose of killing, this group of monks who have no mercy on their lives, as if as soon as they appear, it means death, they are powerful ghosts, they are Yama.

Wei Nianci thought that she had looked up to the Tsing Yi Yamen high enough, she thought that her fear of the Tsing Yi Yamen was deep enough, but at this time she realized how wrong she was before.

The terrible thing about the Tsing Yi Yamen is not that they bully others, they are not strong, they are not careless about human life, they are terrible because they disregard life.

Jianghu monks, don't say that the middle level of qi training, any qi practitioner is reluctant to die. Because to be alive means to be clothed and fed. Even if they are defeated in a fight with others, they will be defeated in full view of everyone, they will endure the humiliation of defeat and continue to live.

They spare their lives.

How can a person who cherishes his life compare with a person who does not want to die?

These Penglai Daomen disciples in front of them are really not as good as the swordsmen of the Tsing Yi Yamen?

It's just that the disciples of Penglai Daomen, few have experienced the battle of life and death, they have been pampered in Pinglu for too long, they have not been endangered by others, it has been too long, they have lost the ability to fight with people's lives, it has been too long.

And Tsing Yi Yamen and Penglai Daomen are completely two extremes.

Such a Penglai Daomen, even if there are many monks, how can they fight with such a Tsing Yi Yamen?

The courtyard was empty, and the swordsmen of the Tsing Yi Yamen had left, only the raindrops the size of beans kept falling.

Wei Shi Nan had already fallen to the ground softly, and the green pothos was even more frightened and rushed over, hugging Wei Nianci tightly and crying, not daring to look in the direction of the door. Wei Nianci stroked the back of the green pothos, trying her best to control her hands not to tremble, and her mind was still haunted by the words left by the Tsing Yi swordsman when he left.

"If you can't even hold a hero post, what kind of hero is it?"

The courtyard was quiet, the rain was pouring down, thunder and lightning were combined, and the raindrops of beans hit the eaves, and the crackling sound was ridiculously loud, and the people who knocked on it panicked.

Wei Nianci never felt that there was any night that was as terrible as this night.

......

Outside the county, in front of a forest next to the official road.

Someone stood with an umbrella.

The umbrella is a black-faced oil-paper umbrella, without any patterns, and the only feature is that it is surprisingly large, which is more than enough to accommodate three people.

The umbrella leaves are large, but the people under the umbrella are exceptionally thin.

Not only thin, but also gray-haired.

He glanced at the city wall of the county, his expression was not turbulent, and he said to himself: "There are 29 counties in the five prefectures of Pinglu, and there are 96 Jianghu forces above the scale of the county, and these 96 Jianghu forces are all on the Tsing Yi list. The Tsing Yi Yamen Qi Practitioner is ninety-eight, and he can barely take care of one force by himself. It's about breaking all the legs. How many years have I not tossed this old bone?"

Behind him, there were two Tsing Yi swordsmen in hats, standing five steps apart.

When he spoke, his voice was clear to his ears, but neither of the two swordsmen had any intention of answering.

He laughed and continued to talk to himself: "If I had known that I would have tossed so much with King An, I would have run away from anything." The farther I run, the better, even if I go to Nanzhao, even if I go to the Western Regions, I have to run. ”

Speaking of this, he paused and smiled strangely: "But now, I don't want to run." Because I suddenly realized that tossing can be so interesting. King An can toss and toss us to death, but this is nothing, and the one who should really feel uncomfortable is still the opponent who is tossed by us. ”

He talked to himself, without stopping, his voice was neither light nor heavy, as if there was a person standing in front of him, listening attentively. Whatever he says, the other party can listen carefully.

The two Tsing Yi swordsmen behind him still didn't mean to answer.

Because they know that when the old man speaks, he doesn't like to be answered.

Because he doesn't like to talk to other people, he only likes to talk to himself.

He often talked to himself, when he walked, when he ate, when he bathed, when he went to the hut, all the time. Chatter is generally nagging about others, he only nags about himself.

The two swordsmen in Tsing Yi have become accustomed to the habits of the old man.

If it is a slightly younger person with such a habit, it will definitely make people think that he is a madman.

But he was gray-haired, he was very old, he had such a habit, and no one thought he was crazy.

I just feel ...... He was lonely and lonely.

Even if he is in the middle of the crowd and surrounded by laughter, he is still lonely, still lonely, deep in the bone marrow.

Someone left the county, jumped directly from the city wall, and then rushed to him. The city wall of a county is just that, not high, and there are not many guards in ordinary times, not to mention that on such a rainy night, the actions of those swordsmen in fighting hats did not even cause an exclamation.

They ran to the white-haired old man who was thin but holding a big umbrella, bowed and saluted, and the leader said, "Old Mo, the task is complete!"

This maverick old man is one of the four masters of the Tsing Yi Yamen, Mo Dongli from Zhenwu.

Mo Dongli didn't speak, he didn't like to talk to people more than necessary.

As soon as he waved his hand, a map was opened in front of him, and the rain was like a waterfall, but not a drop of rain could fall on the map. This is not because Mo Dongli is extremely high, but because his umbrella is too big to block the rain and waterfall.

Glancing at the map, Mo Dongli said to the person in front of him: "Gu Ink Jiao Gang." ”

The Tsing Yi swordsman in front of him clenched his fists: "Yes!"

Mo Dongli's words are the goal of their next move. The swordsman in Tsing Yi didn't say much, in front of Mo Donglian, he had learned to be as concise as possible.

Mo Dongli glanced at the sky, and suddenly smiled, his smile was very strange, anyone who saw it, would not think that he was smiling at others, as if he was just smiling at himself: "One hundred and twenty miles, two hours." ”

All the swordsmen in Tsing Yi looked awe-inspired.

One hundred and twenty miles, which shows the distance between this place and the Mojiao Gang, two hours is the time limit, that is not the time limit for hurrying, it is the time limit for completing the task. Even if it is a qi practitioner, it is not easy to travel one hundred and twenty miles in two hours on such a rainy night, let alone complete the task.

But no one had any objections.

They immediately turned around and acted.

Time is of the essence, so there is no room for delay.

Mo Dongli did not put away the umbrella, and walked slowly, more than ten feet in one step.

His umbrella was held in his right hand from beginning to end, so there was a lot of space on the right side, and he didn't mean to hold it in front of him at all, as if there was always a person on his right hand.

......

Zhao Poyu landed on the backflip, bowed and kept sliding back, his feet on the muddy official road, plowing out two gullies that submerged the instep, and mud debris splattered into a line at his feet.

He clenched the spear in his hand, his eyes stared ahead, his posture was like that of a tiger, and his eyes were like that of a wolf.

A hundred paces away in front of him, two ink-robed Daoists both fell to the ground.

In the middle and on both sides of the hundred-step road, more than a dozen corpses have fallen, including swordsmen in green clothes and Taoists in white robes.

Zhao Poyu's retreat came to an abrupt end, and at the moment when his figure stopped, he rose from the ground, leaving two deep pits under his feet, and jumped twenty feet, but it came instantly, and the spear in his hand was not raised, but flat on his chest, like a sharp arrow, stabbing at the two ink-robed Taoists who fell to the mud and had not had time to get up.

The ink-robed Taoist in front of Zhao Poyu's right reached out and slapped the mud ground, stirring up countless muddy water, his body bounced straight up, and the long sword in his hand went straight to Zhao Poyu's chest!

Before the long sword arrived, the spear had already pierced the throat of the Taoist, bounced his body, suddenly poked back, and nailed it to the ground!

Zhao Poyu advanced, bent his knees, leaned over, and slammed his right elbow on the Daoist's arched chest.

In the dull sound, the Daoist's body fell down, his throat pulled out a piercing blood line on the body of the spear, and the flesh and bones rolled outward, and the chirping sound was sharp and piercing.

The Taoist on the left slashed straight at Zhao Poyu with a sword.

The brilliance of the sword qi reflected the heaven and earth, showing the cultivation of the high level of qi training, and the woods next to the road were first cut by the sword qi to cut a striking gap.

However, the sword light did not fall on Zhao Poyu's head.

Zhao Poyu, whose right elbow was smashing on the chest of the Taoist on the right, raised his left arm diagonally to the left, and the hand-crossbow on his arm flashed a shadow, instantly piercing the throat of the Taoist on the left!

The crossbow bolt flew out of the back of the Taoist's neck, carrying a large amount of flesh and blood!

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