"There is neither resentment nor hatred, this is just my responsibility. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" blue eyes glanced at him.

"Hehe, who the hell are you fooling? You think I don't know, you just want to eliminate dissidents and consolidate your own power, plus the things that the hall master told you to do not be done, you want to use us as scapegoats, you kill two birds with one stone. The frizzy man's pupils burst, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Qingyan, you are more damn ruthless than the hall master." ”

"Haha......" Blue-Eyes suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" the frizzy man said as he saw him laugh and swallowed his saliva rawly, looking worried.

"People say that you are often frizzy in your work, but I didn't expect you to have some brains! It's just a pity......" Qingyan slowly stretched out his finger and looked at it in front of his eyes.

"What's the pity?" the frizzy man's face was stunned, and his eyebrows were full of doubt.

"It's a pity that your cleverness is shorter than my fingers, this is your cleverness before you die, and God is not thin on you, at least let you be a ghost after you die. The blue eyes were like frost, and they struck the frizzy man's face like two sharp swords, piercing him in the face.

When the frizzy man heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble, and even his clenched fists trembled slightly.

"Damn, you want to kill Lao Tzu, but it's not that easy, brothers, let's go together. The frizzy man looked around at the crowd and shouted at them.

After everyone heard this, although their faces showed fear, the steel knife and sword in their hands still moved slightly, which could be regarded as a response to him.

"I'm going to kill him, do you want to die with him?" Qingyan saw those subordinates with fear on their faces and wanted to try for their lives, his eyes swept away, and his eyebrows were suspicious.

When everyone heard this, they found that the target was not their own, and they all seemed to have a good heart, so they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside, because they understood that Qingyan was a popular person around the hall master, and his martial arts were not only high, but also fierce, so they naturally didn't dare to give him a desperate fight for the frizzy man.

"You...... You white-eyed wolves. When the frizzy man saw that he was unwilling to be in the same trench with him, he immediately glared out angrily.

"Very well, even if you are smarter than him, you have more brains than him. Blue-Eyed scoffed.

When everyone heard this, their faces were full of bitterness, but no one replied.

"Qingyan, Lao Tzu is dead today, and he won't let you go as a ghost. The frizzy man's face was pale, and it was obvious that he was also very afraid of blue eyes, and he seemed to know his fate.

"Hmph, joke! Now people are more terrible than ghosts, people are not afraid, and I can still be afraid of ghosts. Blue-eyed looked away from him, his face disdainful.

The frizzy man was stunned, and the last cruel words were said, but it was useless at this time, and it seemed that he could only fight against the water.

He saw that his eyes moved elsewhere, and secretly thought that the opportunity had come, he knew that he was not his opponent at all, and if he secretly attacked, he must have some chance of winning.

His gaze changed suddenly, and a vicious light flashed in his eyes in an instant.

"Suffer death!"

He jumped up suddenly, accompanied by a sharp shout, and the long sword in his hand stabbed vertically, and the people around him saw this, and the hairs on his whole body trembled.

Qingyan was still pale, dressed in a black suit, standing in place very majestically, with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, the furry man immediately showed a smile, as if this sneak attack was about to end in his victory.

The blue-eyed pale cheeks suddenly wrinkled, and sneered: "It's you, and you are also worthy of using the sword in front of me, I want you to see it today, the sword is not something that anyone can use casually." ”

After speaking, he put the hand behind his back and shook it slightly, and the long sword behind his back suddenly bounced up as if it was loaded with a spring and fell into his outstretched palm.

A gray three-foot long sword, but the blade of the sword is as shiny as mercury, and the two reflect each other, making the long sword even sharper.

He waved it head-on, and the cold light of the long sword also shone away, and the strong and straight black sword body made a "ding" sound that broke the wind.

The frizzy man, with his flat and jumping posture, also shrank back abruptly, and if he took a little slower, his body would be broken, which suddenly made him frightened.

Before he could stop and stand firm, Qingyan swirled his wrist and sword again, and the long sword swung like a poisonous snake spitting "Xinzi" kept rolling in the air.

Only the neighing of the long sword was heard, and the swirling sword shadow pecked at the frizzy man's chest, forcing him to retreat in defeat after defeat, and there was no chance for him to attack.

His face suddenly turned pale, as if it was whiter than his blue eyes, and he didn't dare to be distracted at all, and the sharp sword circle made his steps very messy.

The blue-eyed cheeks smiled and said, "Why didn't your sword attack, why did your footsteps retreat?"

Although his mouth was speaking, his hands never stopped, and his footsteps became tighter and tighter.

The frizzy man's face was as pale as dirt, it was not that he didn't want to attack, but the opponent's sword was too fast, and he was unable to parry, so he could only retreat step by step.

The frizzy man retreated five or six steps in a row, but still did not disassemble his sword moves, seeing that there was no way to go behind,

His eyebrows frowned, anyway, he died horizontally, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and the long sword in his hand rushed up, no longer blindly blocking.

With a hiss, Blue-Eyed's long sword cut through his clothes, as well as his left shoulder. The frizzy man's left shoulder hurt, and his whole pale face instantly became hideous.

Seeing this, the people in the distance couldn't help but grin, as if the sword had pierced them just now.

But Blue-Eye laughed, as if he had seen the most pleasing thing in the world, and even his pale cheeks flushed with laughter.

Qingyan put away his sword, stopped and said, "How is it?" I was bitten by my black snake sword, isn't it very comfortable!"

The frizzy man's face turned pale for a while, and he endured the pain in his left shoulder, looking at the smug blue eyes with an angry face.

Blue-eyed eyebrows furrowed, nodded slightly, and said, "Oh, that's good!

The frizzy man looked embarrassed, but said proudly: "Although my sword is not as good as yours, it is not a wooden stick in the hands of a child. ”

Qingyan sighed secretly and laughed: "Say you're fat, you're really panting." Then he blew on the black sword in his hand, and said with a straight face: "Look how I turn the sword in your hand into a wooden stick in the hand of a child." ”

As soon as he finished laughing, the black sword in his hand suddenly shook, and a circle of white sword light swirled in the air.

Suddenly, a long sword was like two swords, and the white shadow of the sword was like the white belly of a fish in the river.

The frizzy man glared at the blue eyes and said, "I really want to see it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person had already followed the direction of the blue eyes, and the long sword in his hand also made a sharp sound of breaking the wind at this time.