The light of the dead wind lamp is still so bright, the courtyard has more scattered wine smells, still can't hide the pungent bloody gas, Sun Jinglin and Huo Sen, who were arrogant at the last moment, have become corpses at this time, and there is a red body under them, and there is a fat family master sitting next to him, his eyes full of red blood are looking directly at the ground, someone went to push him, he suddenly roared and stabbed with a knife, and was hit on the ground twice by a palm, and then he recovered his senses, and waved his hand again and again: "I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Someone scoffed: "You're fine, but we're big now!"

"If you're dead, you're dead, just burn it clean. "Xiao Yao Wuxian raised his hand and played two talismans, he didn't want to leave any clues about these two people, but he wasn't worried that someone would turn against him, after all, he could be regarded as a grasshopper on a rope now, but Duan Qing's side...

The head of the family was the same as the idea of being free and without a trace, and when he was hesitating, a figure fell into the courtyard, and his vain footsteps seemed to be unable to support his body, he staggered a few steps, and finally relied on a chair to stabilize his figure, Takakubo fixed his eyes, isn't this Duan Qing, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Duan Qing waved his hand, despite his vague steps, he was still signaling that he was fine, and then said: "Don't worry, I've cleaned up all of them, and now I, Duan, have a reluctant request to you." My sword, I hope you will keep it a secret for me, and of course, I need to be in retreat for a month because I was seriously injured. ”

"Brother Duan, don't worry, just rest assured to recuperate. ”

"We people have no other skills, but it's okay to keep it secret... Say goodbye. ”

At this time, everyone's hearts were all put into their stomachs, and they all hugged their fists and said goodbye, this day came down, Rao is the head of their family, and they all felt too unbelievable, as if the things of a year had happened on this day, and finally relaxed their nerves, so that they all rushed home, simple and formal instructions, and quickly rested, in order to calm down.

......

Duan Qing didn't have much politeness, said a few words to Wang Le and his intestines, returned to the secret room in the backyard, and quietly looked at the little sword in front of him, and then looked at him at this time, but where were there any signs of serious injury?

This little sword,Originally, it was an object preserved as a souvenir of a thought.,Whenever you see it.,You'll think of your godfather.,You'll remember what happened when you were young.,But I didn't think of it anyway.,At this most critical moment.,It was it that saved his life.,That's not all.,In the future,You don't need to deliberately look for a weapon.,As long as you use it, it's completely enough.。

Pick it up and stroke it gently, just like it has done countless times, still can't feel any energy fluctuations on its body, but I don't know if it's a psychological effect, the weight of the small sword in the palm of the hand at this time seems to have increased, the palm is upside down, and then I looked for it in a pile of weapon fragments, took out the best texture, and cut it down, as if the dagger had cut into a cucumber and cut it easily...

I've always played with it before, why haven't I ever felt this sharpness?

Looking at the edge of the little sword, which had nothing to do with sharpness, Duan Qing felt dazed for a while, it was simply incredible, and even once showed it to the master for observation, his old man didn't see the clues, just said that the momentum was extraordinary, as for what was unusual, Duan Qing never figured it out, and now he finally knew something.

Duan Qing still has a fantasy, but all divine weapons can be transformed, the legend has a sword into ten thousand swords, and finally ten thousand swords return to the sect, there are also swords to turn into spirits, and finally can cultivate a sword spirit that is in touch with the master's heart, but no matter how Duan Qing tries, there is no above effect, so he was surprised and unwilling to try a few times, and finally accepted it, now this is already a treasure, and it must not be put at will, so he chose his own storage bag for valuables and put it away, clean up his mood, and then began to recover from his injuries.

It's not that serious, but if it is not dealt with in time, it will still leave a hidden disease, maybe it will be highlighted when it needs to break out with all its strength, as for the information that Wang Le received, it was indeed Duan Qingfa, he had to wait to see who else would jump out.

......

I don't know what's going on, the news of Duan Qing's serious injury spread far and wide, and there was a lot of discussion in the outside world, and the people in the Xingchen Hall were panicked, and the intestines were so angry that they immediately gathered their subordinates and notified all the families of this matter, and then examined the miscellaneous servants who worked that night one by one, and the traitor was not found, but found out the eyeliner planted by Tianxintang, who was a professional reselling news, and the intestines did not kill him, but knocked out every one of his teeth, and finally kicked out of the Xingchen Hall, and then announced that the entrance of the hall would be closed and no reception would be made, which was equivalent to hanging a war-free card。

Less than a few days after this incident happened, another piece of news spread: "You see the angry state of the intestines, right? It seems that Duan Qing's injury is not optimistic!"

"Yes, yes, if anyone comes again at this time, I'm afraid that Duan Qing will be irresistible, no wonder the intestines are so angry..."

"That's the entrance of the Tianlan Sect, how can it be so easy to be destroyed? I don't believe you wait, within three days, there will definitely be people coming, maybe it won't be long before the Tianlan Sect gets the news, and when the time comes, just send an elder over, this Xingchen Hall, which is still quite brilliant, will definitely be wiped out, otherwise Lao Tzu will change your surname!"

"Look, those are..."

On the street, there were seven people, five men and two women, a water of black suits, high-waisted deerskin boots, leggings, and a logo composed of swords and skeletons on their chests, none of them spoke, their eyes did not squint, but a cold breath still made everyone on the street feel a chill, and some people were shocked and immediately cried out: "It's them..."

But as soon as he started speaking, he was covered by a friend on the side, and said in a low voice: "My uncle, be careful, if they hear it and are unhappy, can you and my head still be there?"

This person nodded with a pale face, and secretly said that it was dangerous, these people were the headhunters of the Seven Killing Hall.

In fact, the Seven Killings Hall is not a hall, but a unique organization, with thousands of people, carefully speaking, it is a killer sect, and unlike those killer sects that walk in the dark world, the Seven Killings Hall has always acted eclecticly, they prefer to walk in the sun, as long as someone is willing to pay, they can kill for them, and they do not regard themselves as killers, they prefer to be called headhunters.

What's more critical is that there has been no reaction from the Law Hall to the appearance of the Seven Killing Hall, and since then, as long as they appear, someone will inevitably die, and even many people who have nothing to do with them are probably because they are thieves, and there are many people who run away.

And in this ethereal city, it has been at least fifteen years, and no headhunters have appeared.

I don't know what kind of bloody wind is going to be set off!

For a while, people were panicked.

Suddenly, one of the seven people in black seemed to be alert, suddenly turned his head, and his cold and fierce eyes stared at a group of people, about six or seven people, most of them were stiff, looking at the eyes of the Seven Killing Hall Evil Stars, his steps were panicked but he stepped back very slowly, this was a manifestation of fear to the extreme, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be condensed into a piece.

And in this retreating crowd, there is a figure standing still, he is different from the pedestrians up and down, and after the people around him have retreated a certain distance, he turned around calmly and smiled coldly, "I have been incognito for more than ten years, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you." ”

At this time, a brown-haired headhuntress opened a scroll with a portrait on it, compared it, confirmed that it was correct, and said coldly: "Pan Zhidao, nicknamed Knife Maniac, killed thirteen disciples of the same sect eleven years ago, and the crime was extremely evil, and the head was rewarded with 30,000 top-grade spirit stones. ”

"If it weren't for that Duan Qing, you would never have thought of finding Lao Tzu in your life!" Pan Zhidao's face flashed with resentment, and then in the sound of "choking", two black and bright full moon scimitars appeared in their hands, and the forged patterns flashed with coldness, like a scorpion snake, and in his "ahhh

This headhuntress could see at a glance that Pan Zhidao's cultivation was the pinnacle of the Jindan period, which was commensurate with his nickname, this person didn't care about charms and other means at all, and devoted herself to cultivating the sword technique.

"Heh!" The face of the headhuntress did not have the slightest expression and change, the sword on her waist was almost silently unsheathed, and when she pointed forward, the sword body trembled slightly, and the broken steps under her feet moved again and again, and without the slightest hesitation, she broke into the scope of the opponent's knife momentum.

"Hum~~"

There was suddenly a trembling buzzing sound in the air, this knife maniac is also a ruthless character, knowing that someone is sneaking up to help the war, but it is immovable, and when the sound is approaching, the figure leans back, and a type of iron plate bridge is impressively presented, and then the two-handed knife crosses after passing through the door in front of him, for the knife maniac who is more than forty years old, this anti-sneak attack knife technique makes him tried again and again, but this time, the hand is light, the feeling of hitting the air, is it an illusion?

Without waiting for the sword maniac to react, a two-foot short sword appeared in his sight, it turned out that this sword was hovering in front of his heavenly spirit cover, his face suddenly panicked, but he just wanted to react again but there was no time at all, this sword was erected at his throat, the tip of the sword pierced the throat, penetrated, and when he brought up a large canopy of blood, it pierced into the ground, but it was the beautiful iron plate bridge of the knife maniac that was nailed to the ground.

The body of the knife maniac straightened, his eyes widened, and then he fell to the ground.

With a slight movement of the sword, the head was cut off, and another woman appeared, with black hair like ink, almost covering her entire face, and her slightly hoarse voice let out a burst of grinding teeth-like laughter: "Body refining cultivator... Poor things that can't be on the table dare to be embarrassed here. Fifth sister, his head belongs to you. ”

The brown-haired fifth sister showed a smile, but this smile felt strange and hideous.