Chapter 32 It seems to be an old man
The silver spear in Suo Qingqiu's hand began to spin, and the water surface, which was originally as smooth as a mirror, became uneasy and trembled slightly.
Heaven and earth were filled with an aura of slaughter.
The shepherd's face was unusually solemn, and his beautiful eyebrows were tightly locked, as if something was very difficult to decide.
Ximen Fugui kept wiping the sweat beads on his forehead with one hand, and the other hand was so nervous that he kept knocking on the side of the ship, but it was very rhythmic.
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Suo Qingqiu moved, and the silver spear in his hand kept spinning at high speed, as if the surrounding air was twisted into pieces, and slowly stabbed towards Ye Li.
Sometimes it's not scary to be fast, but it's even more scary to slow down.
Suo Qingqiu's silver spear spun at high speed, seemingly stabbing towards Ye Li very slowly, but in fact, the pressure emanating from the spear had already blocked all the space around him.
Under such pressure, Ye Li had no way back. Even if he could retreat, the gun would follow him like a shadow, and he would never stop without stabbing him under the gun.
In other words, Ye Li had been firmly locked by that silver spear at the moment.
It seems that this time it is really in a desperate situation. Ye Li's hand holding the piece of paper trembled, as if he couldn't bear to throw the piece of paper out.
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I don't know if it's because I'm too nervous, Ximen Fugui has been beating his hand on the side of the boat rhythmically, and suddenly knocked twice heavily.
Hearing these two knocks, the young man in Tsing Yi, who had been squatting on the bow of the boat, suddenly raised his head and looked at Ximen Fugui with some doubts. Ximen Fugui's eyes kept staring at the spinning silver spear, but he seemed to know that the little guy in Tsing Yi was looking at him, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded slightly.
The little guy in Tsing Yi stood up lightly, standing on the bow of the boat.
The green clothes in that body swayed gently in the morning breeze, and the face was no longer the low-eyed and pleasing look, and the original ordinary face became angular.
A sharp aura emanated from his slightly moving green clothes, where was there still half a point like the little follower who followed the little young master and bullied people.
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Suo Qingqiu's gaze kept following the tip of the spear, staring at Ye Li.
At this moment, the tip of the spear was only a foot away from Ye Li, thinking that a cultivator was about to die under his silver spear, Suo Qingqiu's hands, which had always been very steady, trembled slightly with excitement.
At this moment, his heart fluttered slightly, and it seemed that an invisible aura passed through the heavy blockade and came to him.
The breath is extremely dangerous, and I'm afraid something is about to happen.
Suo Qingqiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he decided to ignore the breath for the time being, no matter what, he would stab the young man under the gun first. So he poured his true qi into the silver spear, and the silver spear instantly increased its speed, like a thunderbolt, stabbing Ye Li's face.
The little guy in Tsing Yi sighed softly. With a wave of his right hand, a fierce momentum came out of his hand, stabbing at the silver spear with great speed.
The silver spear was only half a foot away from Ye Li's front door, and Ye Li's right hand was already slightly raised.
That fierce aura came first, stabbing fiercely in the space blocked by Suo Qingqiu's true qi, making a sizzling sound, like a sharp pair of scissors cutting through rags.
The rag did not resist in the slightest, and in an instant a gap was cut. The invisible breath did not pause, and stabbed fiercely at the tip of the silver spear, and suddenly let out a sound of gold and iron.
The silver spear was stabbed by this stab, and it was more than two feet away. Looking closely at the place where the tip of the spear was stabbed, a faint white mark appeared, as if it had been stabbed by a real sharp sword.
Ye Li's hand holding the piece of paper loosened slightly.
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"Impossible!" Suo Qingqiu's face suddenly changed drastically, "True Qi is released and turned into an entity, you are a cultivator, how can you be a cultivator?"
Suo Qingqiu didn't care about chasing and killing Ye Li again. He held the silver spear in front of him, the true qi in his body was running to the extreme, and his eyes were staring at the young man in Tsing Yi standing at the bow of the boat with extremely vigilance.
Ye Li jumped back to the boat.
He was very puzzled, being able to turn the formless true qi into substance was indeed something that only cultivators could do. He had long known that the martial arts cultivation of this young man in Tsing Yi was very high, but he didn't feel the special fluctuations of the cultivator from him. Because Ye Li was originally a true cultivator, he was most familiar with that kind of fluctuation.
Shepherd looked at Ye Li, and there was an emotion in his eyes, an unusually sincere emotion.
Although he didn't speak, Ye Li understood the concern in the shepherd's eyes, his heart warmed slightly, and he shook his head gently.
The shepherd breathed a sigh of relief.
Ximen Fugui also breathed a sigh of relief.
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"No, you're not a cultivator. Suo Qingqiu suddenly shouted again. The scene just now was too abrupt, and it made me fall into shock, and I was relieved at this time.
"If you were a cultivator, this invisible true qi would have shaved off my spearhead a long time ago. Your true qi seems to be fierce, but it only shakes my silver spear away. Suo Qingqiu suddenly seemed to remember something, looking at the little girl in Tsing Yi in front of him, as if he felt even more terrifying than seeing a cultivator, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes, which was an extreme fear and fear.
Suo Qingqiu suddenly screamed strangely, a little exhausted, "Innate Invisible Sword Qi, you are Lu Qingyang, you are Lu Qingyang!" The shout spread far away on the surface of the lake, startling a group of water birds foraging on the shore.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, Suo Qingqiu, you can still remember me. The tone of the little girl in Tsing Yi is plain and ordinary, as if he has met an old friend who has been lost for a long time and reminisces together.
"I actually remember you?" Suo Qingqiu suddenly calmed down, but his tone became extremely resentful, and a gust of morning breeze blew through, blowing away his black hair, revealing a hideous scar under his right ear, "I want to forget you too." But this scar reminds me from time to time, and even in my sleep, I dare not forget you. ”
"Eight years ago, you fought with Zi Merlin in Yangpingchuan and were knocked off the cliff, and you were killed. When I heard the news, I laughed and cried. laugh because I finally avenged this sword revenge, and cry because this sword revenge can no longer be avenged with my own hands. Suo Qingqiu stared at the little guy in Tsing Yi, "I didn't expect it." Today, you actually appeared here, and you became the follower of this rich man. ”
"I cut you with this sword back then, but I left you a life. I thought you would repent, but I didn't expect you to continue to do this worthless thing. ”
"Who do you think you are, you can really do the right thing for heaven? If so, why did you get beaten by Zimerin eight years ago?"
The little girl in Tsing Yi's eyes suddenly felt a little lonely, "You don't need to know about this." But have you long forgotten where my innate formless sword qi came from?"
After hearing this, a look of fear appeared in Suo Qingqiu's eyes again, it was a fear that went deep into his heart. He forcibly suppressed this fear, and said, "Unfortunately, you are not really from that mountain. Moreover, the current me is not the Suo Qingqiu of the past. ”
Suo Qingqiu pointed the gun forward, and the confidence that came from nowhere made him suppress the fear and jealousy in his heart, "So, today I want to see what kind of state your innate formless sword qi has cultivated over the years." ”
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